Sherlock Holmes

Chapter 83 The Savior and the Great Detective (Part 2)

Sherlock has to go home to sleep at night. He only has time during the day. Moriarty cannot show up in broad daylight. He will only show up at night when the library is closed. Therefore, the two readers seem to follow the rising and setting sun. The rules are general and have never been discussed, but they all follow a fixed course of action in a tacit understanding.

The only intersection may be the few handwritings on that ordinary page.

"Slow?" Moriarty looked at the message and smiled helplessly.

Then I picked up the pen and wrote.

[Extremely stupid].

This was his evaluation of that person. No matter whose instructions the person approached him, he was somewhat self-defeating. Not only did he feel dissatisfied, but he also disrespected the imperial god.

Of course, maybe the other person doesn't know that the book was written by that adult. Otherwise, he will definitely feel ashamed of his behavior.

Moriarty put down his pen and decided not to care about this ignorant guy anymore. Even the reason why he paid attention to him was just to find a channel to relax his heavy heart.

Facing the evil god's pollution for two consecutive days was definitely not an easy task, but he still followed his plan and once again focused his attention on the old book.

After experiencing the pain that almost burned his soul the last time, this not-so-tall man confirmed that he would not die, so he began to try to resist the evil god's pollution with the power of mortal willpower. When it comes to mental perseverance, he feels that he must be no worse than anyone else. If Lord Dante dares to face the evil god, then he should be able to do it too.

Although arrogant, he firmly believed it.

So this time, he lasted four seconds!

The most terrifying four seconds in life.

All the rationality in his mind was boiling. The unforgettable fear and pain made Moriarty kneel on the ground. His whole body was convulsing uncontrollably. The holy dew in his body came out of his pores and evaporated into bursts of blazing white smoke!

but!

He finally managed to endure it, and at the last moment, he turned the book to the second page almost beyond his limit! !

This is absolutely impossible for a mortal to accomplish.

But Moriarty has accomplished too many incredible things, and the limits of human beings must be broken by himself again and again. This is the self-awareness that a savior must have.

And since you can turn to the second page, you will turn to the third and fourth pages.

This means that one day he will become a contractor, and like all other fields, he will transcend all difficulties and limits and become the strongest in all fields such as politics, status, rights, knowledge, technology, collective, and personal power. That person! Become the god of this world and lead the entire race to a new era! !

So, on the verge of mental collapse and at the limit of the pain his body could bear, he slowly stood up and showed a tired but relieved smile.

This smile lasted until the next night, when he opened the door to the room again.

Because, he saw another line of message at the bottom of the piece of paper.

Not even a message, just a symbol.

This means that after the guy he had never met saw his message, he did not cover his face and run away in shame, but wrote it in a somewhat humiliating way.

【? 】

?

Such a simple punctuation made Moriarty frown tightly. Maybe it was because there was no one else in the room and he didn't have to hide his emotions, or maybe it was because of the consecutive breakthroughs in the past few days. The limit of his willpower made him feel a little irritable.

In short, he would frown at such a stupid person's message, and through the lines, he could clearly picture the annoying look the other person had when he raised his eyebrows in confusion.

This is obviously inconsistent with his usual state of mind.

As the Holy Son, he doesn't take most things seriously, and is even willing to show mercy or affinity, but this does not mean that he can really tolerate a fool in front of him again and again. bounce.

Fortunately, His Highness the Holy Son still upholds the dignity and self-control of a superior person after all. He will not call a group of people, arrest this annoying guy, and throw him into a blood prison to experience all the punishments that are worse than death. .

He could do that, easily, but it wasn't necessary.

Because there is no point in surrendering like this.

What he wants is for the other party to truly realize his mistakes, admit them, and regret from the bottom of his heart. In the following nights, whenever he thinks of what he has done, he will wake up suddenly and be so ashamed that he cannot sleep!

So, he picked up the pen and asked with displeasure.

[What is drawn on the second page? 】

The next day~

【Eyeballs surrounded by tentacles】~

The moment he saw this message, Moriarty was stunned.

He seemed to suspect that there was still a trace of the evil god's pollution in his consciousness, which caused him to hallucinate.

Why else would he see a correct answer?

[Where is the third page]

As if to maintain his knowledge of the world, he asked again.

[A huge altar]

This was the answer he saw a day later.

However, by the time he verified this answer, it was already four days later.

Because he really couldn't turn the book to the third page in such a short period of time. If he did that, his spirit would definitely fall into irreversible madness!

And when he once again broke through his limits and opened the pages of the book again, he discovered that that person was right again?

Moriarty did not continue reading that day, but sat on the sofa and fell into deep thought.

Something is obviously wrong, no one can read that fast!

Unless the man I've never met is a cardinal?

Impossible, the red archbishop will not leave the diocese at will. Even if he leaves, he will get the news as soon as possible.

So is it a powerful pope, or a high priest?

It's impossible. Although I said that I don't need to keep an eye on the guy who enters the room, the security team I brought is not a fool. It is impossible for any contractor who has exceeded the first stage to quietly step into this book. pavilion.

Could it be! ! !

For a moment, Moriarty wondered if it was really the old man who lived his whole life in the small town who had hidden his aura and came to this foggy city to play a little joke on him.

But in the next moment, he rejected this ridiculous idea. If the old man had left the town, the upper class of the entire empire would have been turned upside down.

Therefore, it can only be a certain force that used some extremely complicated method to complete such a series of operations!

But what is the method?

Use a large number of people to read in batches and then aggregate the information?

Or use rubbings, or some method that I haven't thought of yet?

Moriarty has been thinking about this issue these days, and it even affects his sleep!

But in the end, he finally had to admit that there should be only one person entering that room except himself.

Regardless of the time, the degree of use of the facilities in the room, the traces of the leather book being read, etc., there is only one person.

"Molan."

"What are your orders, Mr. Moriarty?"

"That guy who reads during the day can look it up for me."

“good”

Moran was a little surprised that his master rarely showed interest in someone.

Moreover, he once made it clear that there was no need to investigate this person.

Of course Sherlock didn't know what kind of confusion and confusion his message brought to the other 'book friend'.

Even if he knew, he didn't care. He didn't even bother to deduce the other party's basic information from his handwriting or tone of voice.

Oh, even if he doesn't take the initiative to reason, some information will still appear in his mind involuntarily when he glances at it.

For example, he clearly felt that the other person was an extremely arrogant person, but at the same time he was also a dwarf.

It's not that Sherlock discriminates against dwarfs, but it's always interesting to think about the other person's arrogant and arrogant attitude, coupled with such a height.

Anyway, the reason why he replied to the other party's message was simply to have some fun while reading.

At this moment, he was walking under the sunset in London.

Recently, the atmosphere of the whole city seems to have undergone some subtle changes. On the street, there are more men and women with happy smiles. Girls selling flowers stand in the ice and snow. From time to time, boys and girls can be seen on the street corners suddenly holding hands. There was even a couple kissing in the middle of the street, but they were quickly scolded by the sheriff.

Rumor has it that some third-rate tabloids once said that the day of holy love is coming.

Sherlock didn't know if it was true, but the surrounding atmosphere and the messages from unknown sources always reminded him of that night in the tavern, when Watson seemed to have mentioned similar information.

Is that old fortune teller really capable?

Whatever, even if that festival really comes, it has nothing to do with me.

After thinking about it, he returned to his apartment. Rather than the day of holy love, he was more concerned about how to encourage the landlady to get some beef. He had lost his appetite from reading these past few days and was in urgent need of a hearty meal. Dinner to soothe waning appetite.

However, just stepped on the steps.

Sherlock's casual expression suddenly softened.

Because he smelled a hint of blood.

The wind around was a bit strong, and the cold and dampness diluted the smell. For a moment, he couldn't tell where it was coming from. He subconsciously turned his head and looked at the landlady's door.

There are some unnatural scratches near the keyhole.

This means, this afternoon.

This door has been broken open.!