Sherlock Holmes

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

Just at the moment when a gap appeared in the door, a scream suddenly rushed out and penetrated the entire corridor in an instant!

And this scream must have lasted for a long time, because the throat of the person who screamed was obviously damaged, and there was even a blast sound of blood covering the airflow.

Sherlock didn't know what happened, but at this moment, he yanked the door open without any hesitation! !

In the small room in front of you, the tables and chairs were in a mess, and all the books on the bookshelves were scattered. And on the floor, a man in a black gown was rolling around crazily, with a large amount of white smoke rising from his body, and his eyes reflected. Bai, blood spattered from his mouth from time to time, looking extremely miserable.

And in this situation, his hand was still holding a book tightly, which was the "Divine Comedy".

No, it shouldn’t be said to be holding. In fact, this person was desperately trying to let go of his hand, but the book was like high-temperature welded steel, firmly sticking the hands together, between the flesh and blood fingers that touched each other. , constantly emitting a sizzling and harsh sound.

This scene just flashed through Sherlock's eyes. He had never thought that he and the guy who refused to admit defeat would meet in this way. He didn't even have time to look at the other person's extremely twisted face. , without hesitating for a second, he rushed into the room instantly and grabbed the book in his hand!

The book was extremely hot, but it was extremely strange that only the temperature did not burn Sherlock's hand, just like those things in hell that burn without fire.

Well, now is not the time to think about this. Sherlock started to tug on the book, trying to get it out of the opponent's hand. At the same time, some tentacles came out from the shadow under the table, from behind the invisible back, and from the blind spots of vision. , rolled up the other party, and wanted to help pull him, but as soon as he came into contact with the other party's body, he began to convulse violently.

Fortunately, these tentacles are very well-behaved and obedient. You can see their pain, but they still continue to rush towards the person, entangle him, and drag him back desperately.

Just like that, after five minutes of tearing, the page finally stabbed, and a piece of bright red flesh and blood was torn off. Sherlock also took several steps back because of the sudden failure.

At the same time, at this moment, the entire book seemed to suddenly lose its anchor point in the real world, and began to melt and disappear rapidly. In a few seconds, it all turned into dust invisible to the naked eye.

The only picture book of hell in the world just disappeared.

But Sherlock didn't feel it was a pity. After all, he could enter hell directly, and he had already read the entire book. Compared to this book, he preferred to focus on the book in front of him and he almost died after reading it. on the guy.

At this moment, the other party seemed to finally have room to breathe. He was lying miserably on the ground, his body trembling with pain. Sherlock stepped forward and touched the artery under his neck.

Having been in contact with those murderers for a long time, he has a natural sensitivity to people's life and death, so just by feeling the beating of blood vessels, he can be sure that this person will not die for a while, but is extremely weak.

So, he grabbed one of the other person's arms and put it on his shoulders.

"What are you going to do.?"

The man on his shoulder suddenly spoke, his voice so weak that he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes.

"No matter what, I'll take you to the hospital first."

"Put me down"

"Come on, this outfit of yours is not an ordinary style at first glance. It must have something to do with the Holy See. If you die here, it will inevitably cause trouble for me. I have been annoyed enough recently, so please be honest with me. !”

Sherlock's tone was full of impatience, which made the weak Moriarty frown. Since he was born, no one has ever dared to speak to him with such an attitude, let alone ignored his orders.

But unfortunately, he can't do anything now except let the other party support him.

"Put me down. I have a small glass ball in my left pocket. Break it."

"ah?"

"Do as I say, it will be more useful than sending me to the hospital."

Sherlock hesitated for a moment, but finally put the opponent down, and then he actually dug out a glass ball less than two centimeters in diameter from his pocket.

He didn't quite know what this thing was for, but he still threw it on the ground out of curiosity.

"Crack!"

The glass ball shattered! !

At the same time, in the church courtyard behind the library, the maid Moran was waiting anxiously. For some reason, her master ordered her not to follow her today. She was extremely worried, but as a The maid's professionalism prevented her from disobeying the other party's orders.

sudden!

A glass ball on her chest exploded without touching anything else!

At this moment, a moment of panic flashed across Molan's eyes, and then he rushed out of the room without thinking. He was so fast that a strong wind blew up in the room, blowing all the pages and documents around him. The rolls are flying all over the sky.

In that corridor, Sherlock looked at the man leaning against the wall. His eyes stayed on his face for a moment again, looking a little embarrassed: "We have met before, right."

"Yes. In a pet store but I promise, it was just a coincidence that you and I met again."

"Looking at your tone, have you checked on me?"

"I have checked." Moriarty admitted directly: "You should be able to see that I am a somewhat powerful person, and it is easy to check you. However, as an ordinary contractor who has just entered the first level, you can't Nothing worth investigating, actually I’m just curious about why you can read that book so fast.”

Sherlock's eyes were wide open, and he was wondering how there could be such a narcissistic guy. He was obviously paralyzed and unable to move, and he still had a condescending attitude. His tone, coupled with his small body If you put that board in lower London, you'd probably get a beating a day!

But apart from this thin body, Sherlock had never seen such a pair of extremely calm and extremely determined eyes. He didn't know what kind of environment created such eyes, even if his hands were already burned by the heat. The burning and tearing turned his flesh and blood into a bloody mess, and he never showed any pain. At the same time, he didn't know why his calm eyes occasionally flashed a moment of loneliness.

Moriarty stopped talking

A few days ago, he received a report saying that people in the Holy Light Temple had come into contact with the Holy Girl.

This means that the woman he doesn't know at all will finally appear in his life!

He was a little bored, a little unhappy, and a little helpless, but he knew that all this was inevitable. As the Holy Son, he could not openly resist this custom that the entire empire knew, so he quickly adjusted his mentality. .

In other words, he thought he had adjusted his mentality.

Today, he wanted to relax, so he didn't let Moran follow him.

Originally, this shouldn't be a surprise. After all, I have completely adapted to the pain that comes from the depths of my soul these days.

However, he still got distracted while reading!

With just a moment of negligence, his consciousness was almost instantly infected by tremendous pain and fear. His hands were firmly imprinted on the book. All the holy dew in his body was evaporated, and he could not resist the book. The remaining evil god pollution!

If this guy hadn't suddenly appeared in front of him, he would have gone completely crazy by now, or he would have been burned into a mummy alive.

But even so, Moriarty's first thought was not fear, let alone regret for his pride.

It's a pity that the book is gone.

The large amount of holy dew that evaporated in an instant seemed to have had some kind of strong backlash with the evil god's pollution, causing those fragile pages to be unable to resist any longer and turned into the tiniest dust.

And my thoughts are here

Suddenly, a huge roar from the distance interrupted his thoughts.

He turned his gaze and looked at the corner of the corridor, the direction from which the sound came.

And Sherlock couldn't help but look sideways, looking over there.

The roar came from far away and came closer, as if a steam train traveling at full speed was heading here crazily.

No, that speed was much faster than a steam train, because the moment the roar reached his ears, a figure had already arrived in front of Sherlock carrying huge wind pressure, and the ground in the corridor crushed behind him rose up. Flying rubble.

Moran's eyes turned red. He saw his master slumped against the wall, uncertain about his life or death, and in front of him stood a strange man.

At this moment, the girl's mind exploded like a landslide and a tsunami. She was just a maid. In this second, she had no time to think about anything. She could only follow her instinct and not want the stranger to stay away from her. The master is too close!

Therefore, a slender fist would inevitably hit the stranger's chest!

That speed almost surpassed the wind and waves that just broke out.

and shylock

He was really a little depressed. Why was this scene so cliche? I saved a boy who was a bit powerful in his family, and then he was misunderstood by his bodyguard or servant. The first time he saw me, he wanted to give me a slap?

The serialized novels on the last pages of third-rate tabloids don’t write like this anymore!

But when he was thinking about this, his body had naturally deflected to the side, as if he had prepared for the dodge one second in advance.

Fortunately

This bloody fight that occurred due to a misunderstanding did not take place.

Because the moment the weak Moriarty heard the roar, he had already spoken softly:

"he is my friend"

As soon as he finished speaking, the wind pressure swept in front of Sherlock. In an instant, the strong wind suddenly stopped, rocks flew, and the air flow carried dust and roared across the corridor.

Moran's slender fist stopped just an inch in front of Sherlock.

Just go a little further.

Forehead.

Moran was stunned for a moment.

She looked at the man who was already standing sideways in front of her with some shock, and found that if her fist moved forward a little further, she would rush out due to the failure of the force, and could not stop until she hit the wall at the other end of the corridor. Bar

For a moment, an inexplicable panic surged into her heart. The girl subconsciously turned her gaze and looked at the man standing next to her.

The man was also looking down at him, then turned around and glanced at the person sitting against the wall:

"By the way, you've already investigated me, so what's your name?"

The other party pushed up his glasses with his seriously injured hand and responded softly:

"Moriarty."