Sherlock Holmes

The night in London is as dark as ever. Even the clearest weather will become darker due to the fog. Some children, as old as seven or eight, think that the moonlight is actually reddish.

Behind the Auckland Cathedral, there is an extremely inconspicuous small door, hidden in the flower garden. It is covered with moss and seems to have never been opened. Even the church gardener will subconsciously forget about it.

Today, the door was opened after a long time, and a tall maid accompanied her master into the shadow behind the door.

And just behind the British Library, there is a door that is not often opened.

Maybe it's a coincidence, or maybe it's intentional. In short, these two doors are very close to each other. If they are open to each other, they will almost touch each other.

Holding a chain of keys, Moran first closed the wooden door of the church, and then used one of the keys to open the back door of the library.

In this way, she walked forward, and Moriarty followed her, saying nothing to each other.

In most cases, his master habitually maintains a kind of silence, but magically does not make people feel lonely. Even if he opens his mouth, he can often win a person within a few words. people's favor and build up a great deal of unwarranted trust.

Moran had experienced this weird personality charm when he first met him. In just five minutes, the man in front of him, who was not tall, seemed to be taller than all the people in the world. Together, she got to know herself better. If she hadn't known that the other party was not a contractor, she would have even felt that she was being affected by some kind of abyssal ability.

After many years of getting along with each other, Moran finally realized that this kind of personality charm was just an extremely inconspicuous one among the other person's countless talents.

No one can read all the textbooks of the ‘Imperial Mechanical Academy’ and integrate them within one month.

No one can be awarded the ‘Leibniz Award for Outstanding Contribution’ at the age of 15.

No one can mentally calculate the 13th root of 300 digits in one minute; no one can find 71 loopholes in the empire's current laws in one week; no one can tell which direction just by looking at the strategic map The logistical supply line is the weakest; no one can silence the researchers of the entire Academy of Life Sciences with a four-page paper, no one can complete an overall dissection of a large demon by themselves, no one can Read the entire "Gospel of the Holy Light" within 4 hours and memorize every punctuation mark in it.

Moran didn't even understand the meaning of some of the terms, but she knew that no one could do any of the above.

Except for his own master.

Moreover, these things seem to be only a part of the countless things that his master has done that can be known to him. After all, it is impossible for a holy son of the Holy See to come into contact with these things in his true identity, and in his countless false identities , and how many astonishing achievements there are.

In short, it was hard for her to imagine what her master couldn't do.

But after he became an adult, he seemed to like to be alone, thinking, and silent more and more. Although he could perfectly interpret his expression into the most natural one, whenever Moran saw his gentle smile, he would In the deepest part of his eyes, he caught a trace of fear.

That kind of fear that is a little sad, helpless, and sad.

This is the kind of telepathic perception that she can only have after having been with him for more than 20 years. However, to this day, she still doesn’t know where this fear comes from.

The British Library closes at 22:00 every night, so during this time, the entire building is extremely quiet, with only the sound of footsteps echoing in the corridors.

Soon, the two came to an extremely edge corridor. The girl servant took out another key from the keychain, inserted it into a secret door on the wall, and turned it slowly.

Just listen to the sound of "click". The door opens.

"Since thirty-two years ago, this room has been used as a storage place for the most precious books in the museum. The materials for the surrounding walls and door are specially refined by the Mechanical Institute. It requires a special furnace and the joint efforts of some contractors to produce it. , with an annual output of less than one thousand tons, it is the hardest material in the empire at this stage, with excellent sound insulation and heat resistance. The door lock is the oldest plug-and-pull bolt style, which means that without a key, no one can be outside. Turn it on."

She said respectfully, just to tell her master that you are absolutely safe here.

Moriarty nodded. As the only picture book of hell in the world, it really deserves this treatment.

So, he asked the other party to wait at the door, while he walked into the room, closed the door, and pulled the bolt.

The entire room is extremely small, with no windows or any ventilation facilities, but it magically doesn't feel stuffy. The extremely simple tables and chairs without any complicated decoration are just right for reading.

Moriarty walked towards the row of bookshelves on the wall, his eyes swept over a few scattered books, and finally landed on the extremely rough cover of the book.

He took a deep breath, then took out a necklace from his pocket and hung it on his chest.

The pendant of the necklace is a small glass bottle, which contains some kind of crystal liquid. It is Holy Dew.

The dew collected on the branches and leaves in the morning in the holy city of Jerusalem is stored in the church for devout believers to worship. Finally, 12 high priests chant and pray for a whole month to give it as much holy light as possible. the power of.

Such a drop of dew, as long as it is worn, can keep most demons away. After it is spilled, even if it comes into contact with a large demon, it will burn all the way through its body, purifying it cleanly. The output is extremely rare. Generally, only people above the level of the Pope are qualified to wear it, and only in the most critical moments are they willing to use it.

After all, it is too precious.

So after that, Mr. Moriarty took out a bottle the size of a water glass

Unscrew the lid, pour the holy dew inside into the palm of your hand, carefully scrub each fingertip, pour some more, tap it lightly into your eyes, then wash your face again, and finally put the remaining half The whole bottle was poured into his stomach.

Refreshing, sweet, and tastes pretty good

Only then did he finally close his eyes, slowly reach out to the rough picture book, and pick it up.

"Divine Comedy".

Such a book that would make people fall into madness at a glance forced Moriarty to be fully prepared. In fact, even so, he could not guarantee whether he was safe. If Moran knew that he was For doing such a dangerous thing, he might have to drag himself out of the house even though he is responsible for the following crimes.

However, Moriarty needs to read this book. He has an unavoidable reason!

So he slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes officially fell on its dark yellow cortex for the first time.

The rough texture, the twisted writing on the cover, were infected by the wind and sand of hell, and the solemn atmosphere that had not been touched for more than 30 years. Even before it was opened, an inexplicable sense of oppression was already felt.

Just when he was shocked by the momentum contained in this book

"Um?"

Moriarty suddenly frowned.

Because he found that the lower left corner of the book had a slight upward tilt.

This kind of leather book is definitely different from paper printing. The twists and turns on the page will not last long and will be restored within two or three hours.

So this means

This book has just been read