Sherlock Holmes

Moriarty's muscles all over his body tensed up for a moment, and he subconsciously looked around.

Even though this small space was in full view as soon as he entered, he knew clearly that there could be nothing else hidden in this room, but he still did so instinctively.

Because it was inconsistent with established knowledge, he could not understand why this book had been read.

Moreover, the leather pages have almost the same turning arc. The reader has at least seen the third page, and it is within just a few minutes.

it's out of the question!

The only key to this room is in Moran's hand. No one can enter this room without destroying the surrounding solid materials, let alone read so many at once.

In this world, except for the old man, even if a red archbishop comes in person, after looking at it for a few seconds, he has to close his eyes and meditate devoutly for several hours in order to remove the evil god's pollution from his mind. Clear it clean.

It's not even necessarily clean.

Unless there is someone who did not read the content and just deliberately turned up a corner of the book to give the impression that he had read it.

But what's the point of doing this?

Moriarty wasn't sure for the moment, but it seemed like the only way to explain it.

With his thoughts at this point, he took a deep breath, abandoned all the anxiety and doubts in his heart, and entered the most focused state.

He didn't have time to think about this now. What he was about to stare at was a picture book contaminated by the evil god. He didn't know what would happen in the future. He had to put all his energy in the right place. .

Therefore, he gently opened the cover of "The Divine Comedy" and his eyes fell on the first page.

Right now!

There was just a 'bang' sound, and the Holy Dew pendant on the chest exploded, because in an instant all the dew boiled and evaporated, turning into the hottest gas, breaking through the shackles of the crystal; at the same time, Mo Riati's entire body, wherever it came into contact with the holy dew, was filled with a huge amount of white mist. His eyes were also accompanied by a sharp pain that penetrated his brain, causing him to groan and almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

However, these physical pains were nothing compared to the fear deep in his soul. Even for just a moment, he seemed to have experienced a baptism that was thousands of billions of times more terrifying than death. He felt that the only way to completely Only by giving up reason and going completely crazy can we be freed.

but! ! !

Moriarty can't go crazy, and his pride as the Son of God won't allow him to go crazy!

Even in this situation, he still maintained the highest degree of concentration. Even if a mouthful of blood surged from his chest to his throat, his body did not shake even a little bit.

He just stood quietly, slowly closed the page of the book, and carefully put it back to its original place. After doing this, he finally sat on the sofa, closed his eyes, and began to recite all the Gospel of the Holy Light in his heart. Chapter, over and over again, until the white mist around me dissipated and I was sweating profusely, I finally stopped and exhaled deeply.

Then

"Hahaha----"

He laughed.

"Hahahahaha————"

He smiled extraordinarily wildly. He had never laughed so heartily since he was 12 years old! Fortunately, this room was soundproofed, otherwise the maid outside would have heard it and would have thought her master was crazy.

Just now, he took a look at the drawings on "The Divine Comedy".

Although there was only one glance, and the sight lasted for about 1.3 seconds, I was not crazy, nor was I dead. At this moment, I was still sitting in the room very sanely. Everything around me was not distorted, and the Holy Light Gospel that I recited did not become distorted. Weird whisper.

This proves that I can read this book and my willpower can bear the evil god's pollution.

Although there is only one sight, and although it requires the protection of a large amount of holy dew, as long as there is a first sight, there will be a second and third sight. He is never afraid of the accumulation of quantity, he is just afraid that he will never be able to take the first step.

He was afraid that he would never be able to become a contractor.

Moriarty is a genius, a genius in every sense of the word, mathematics, astronomy, physics, theology, politics, military, etc., as long as it is a field that humans have set foot on, he can achieve perfection in almost all fields, even... If he wanted to commit a crime, the most powerful detective in the world would not be able to stop him. At the same time, he was the Holy Son of the Holy See, and in terms of power, he had reached the pinnacle of the entire empire.

The only regret is that he is just a 'mortal'.

He has no way to establish any connection with hell, so naturally he has no way to become a contractor.

It's like a perfect puzzle piece, but one piece is missing.

Moriarty can't accept this!

Of course, the reason why he couldn't accept it was not because of those vain self-esteem and unwillingness. Well, maybe there was a little bit of unwillingness, but it was definitely not all.

It's because he has a dream or a mission!

'Human beings should not continue like this, should not be locked in a war with demons, should not live in the shadow of the steam in the sky, should not only worship the holy light every day, should not enshrine other things, and should not be confused and confused. Fear shrouded, in short, there are too many things that should not be

To sum up, you shouldn’t stop moving forward! ’

He has thought this way since he was very young. And he always believed that he was the one who made mankind take a crucial step.

Of course Moriarty knew how arrogant this idea was, but he always believed that this was the reason why he was born as a human being.

Humanity needs a true savior.

And becoming a contractor is just one step on this difficult road.

He had visited many powerful contractors, and he had even exchanged letters with the god of the empire several times.

Although he never expressed his demands, through some subtle methods, he finally came to a conclusion.

This conclusion is very simple and crude, that is:

'If you want a person without talent to establish a connection with hell, the best way is to get him close to hell, or even throw him directly into hell. ’

the obvious way

But everyone knows that nowadays, no one can set foot in hell.

Fortunately, there is one thing in this world that carries the strongest aura of hell, and that is this book contaminated by the evil god, this "Divine Comedy" that was drawn in hell and returned to the human world.

It is the closest way to contact hell!

Time passed minute by minute, and another two hours passed, and Moriarty was finally able to confirm that he was temporarily free from the possibility of falling into madness.

He stood up, opened the door, and walked out of the room.

He looked up at the glass window on the other side of the corridor. The sky outside the window was gradually getting some morning light, but Moran was still standing at the door, maintaining the same posture as at the beginning, as if he was a finely carved sculpture.

"Mr. Moriarty, you have been in here for 5 hours. Please take care of yourself." She said with great respect, trying to hide the worry in her tone.

Rule 21 of the Maid Code: Don’t let your emotions affect your master!

Moriarty nodded, then turned around and looked at the book on the shelf with some hesitation.

At this moment, he didn't know how many thoughts were rushing through his mind, and in the end, they condensed into a touch of helplessness and displeasure.

"Someone has been in this room today," he said.

"What?" Moran was shocked and thought he heard wrongly: "But master, this room is impossible."

She knew that as a maid, she could not refute what her master said, but she really felt that her master must have made a mistake somewhere.

However, the man in front of him just waved his hand gently:

"I'm not blaming you. Although the date of the Day of Holy Love has not been announced yet, it is not a secret after all. Therefore, it is impossible for no one to know about my coming to London and my residence in Auckland University Cathedral.

This is the first time I have traveled in an official capacity since I became an adult, and it is also approaching the emperor's change of throne. There must be many people who want to contact me.

In addition, you have been inquiring about the British Library these days, so as long as someone is serious about investigating, they should be able to guess what I want to do.

Therefore, it is not unacceptable if someone finds a replacement for this door key in advance, or uses some other method to enter this room.

You know, those white-eyed foxes in the parliament, or the old guys sitting cross-legged in the church, will do anything incredible no matter how unbelievable it is, in order to attract my attention.

I just think what they did this time was a little too stupid. "

Moriarty said calmly. Although the girl in front of him was just a maid, he almost never blamed or scolded her in front of her.

"Oh, do you have a pen?" he said suddenly.

"Pen?"

"Yes, just check it slowly and find out who has entered the room. Give me a pen and paper first."

“good”

Soon, Mo Lan respectfully handed over a pen and a piece of paper. As a qualified maid, she could bring out what the master needed at any time.

After Moriarty took it, he returned to the room.

Immediately afterwards

【No one can read that fast】

He wrote such a sentence on the paper that sounded like a reminder or a warning.