"There is an evil force?"

"Staring at me?"

Sherlock's heart fluttered slightly, but he was still able to stay still.

After many strange events, after the journey of the "mirror world", his nerves have become much thicker.

"How? Are you still hesitating? ”

Malfoy stared at Sherlock and said in a disgruntled tone:

"This opportunity is rare! For the sake of friends, for the sake of being an orphan and helpless, I have won a precious opportunity for you! ”

"Think about it, as long as you join the 'Solomon Secret Society', you can obtain the 'Extraordinary Ability' that ordinary people cannot touch for a lifetime!"

"Think of what it feels like to be in control! Think of the unhindered access you can to the historical mausoleum and unearth the mysteries of history! Think of the amount of money, wealth, fame, and powerful background you can get to get all that you could dream of! ”

"You don't have to give anything at all, you just have to agree, swallow the gift I have prepared for you, and you're done. Simple, efficient, and a lifetime of benefits! ”

"How? What are you waiting for? Take it! ”

In a seductive tone, Malfoy waved in front of Sherlock's eyes. His movements, demeanor, and words all have a strong sense of convincing.

Sherlock's ears roared, and he felt that Malfoy had a point. In my heart, I think that if I am not convinced, I am a shameful coward and a despicable villain......

A voice kept echoing in his spirit:

"That's right, I agree! I am willing to dedicate my knowledge, dedicate my abilities, and dedicate everything I have to pursue this goal......"

At this critical moment of confusion!

Sherlock placed his pocket watch in his inner pocket, and suddenly there was a burning sensation. It was as if a fire was burning, stabbing him directly in the heart.

"Hiss......"

Sherlock woke up suddenly, pressed one hand to his chest, and almost burst into tears. Gritting his teeth and enduring the pain, he finally didn't reach out and take out the pocket watch and throw it away.

"Huh?"

Malfoy stared at Sherlock suspiciously:

"What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, I didn't eat at night, my stomach hurts!"

Sherlock's palm slowly moved downward, from his heart to his stomach, and he rubbed it gently, and gasped appropriately to make his face pale.

Malfoy frowned, skeptical, stood up, opened a bottle of crimson wine on the wine table next to the couch, and poured two and a half glasses.

"A royal special from the cellars of Windsor Castle, drink a little, it will make you feel comfortable."

Malfoy sat back on the couch and handed Sherlock a glass, raising his glass himself and taking a sip.

Sherlock politely took the drink, held it in his hand, and carefully touched his lips, and then said:

"I'm just worried that I'm not up to the task, not that I'm refusing."

Malfoy shook his glass, and when he heard this, he nodded:

"With your personality, it's normal to have this kind of worry. But you can rest assured that the entire city of Berzin with a population of hundreds of thousands, was able to master the ancient Ibia. Celtic, not much. ”

"And he was able to study archaeology under Professor Hoffmann, and he was good at translating ancient Ibia. There are even fewer Celtic categories of 'runes' and 'tombstones'. ”

Malfoy stared at Sherlock and said in an accentuated tone:

"Professor Hoffman is old, and you, as his student, should use your unique knowledge to make a difference!"

It turned out that Malfoy approached me because of his historical and archaeological expertise...... Sherlock suddenly realized.

"Can I know what gifts you've prepared?" Sherlock continued to ask quietly.

Malfoy had been observing Sherlock's reaction, and when he heard this, he smiled implicitly:

"I appreciate your pride and the expertise you have gained from growing up in difficult circumstances. I'm sure you'll agree with what I'm saying in pursuit of a higher goal. ”

He reached for the silver-rimmed coffee table in the middle of the couch, fumbled for a moment, and then took out three clear, finger-sized glass vials and placed them in front of Sherlock's eyes.

Inside the glass bottle was a silvery solution, soaked in something strange.

Sherlock stared closely, secretly surprised.

In the first glass bottle, there was a black and white eyeball.

In the second glass bottle, a third of the fingers were soaked.

In the third glass bottle, a piece of white bone was soaked.

"This is the 'instinctive weight' that transcendent decomposes after death. Although it can swallow and promote transcendental, the danger of losing control of madness and returning to zero of reason is very great. ”

Brooke's heart-to-heart whispers reached Sherlock's ears.

Instinctive weights, crazy out of control, sanity to zero...... Sherlock pondered these three fresh words, each of which was not simple.

Even without Brooke's warning, Sherlock felt a little uncomfortable just by the three strange bottles he saw.

"I told you about the transcendent before, little Sherlock, you were so eager to know more!"

The corners of Malfoy's mouth twitched, and a meaningful smile appeared.

"Look, it's all from the transcendent legacy, the most precious and the most essence. You just have to swallow and digest, as I said, and immediately have incredible power! ”

"This bottle comes from the transcendence of the essence of life. After swallowing and digesting, you will gain the extraordinary ability of the 9th rank 'Breed Tamer'. In the middle of the night, animals and plants can listen to you. ”

"And this bottle is a transcendent from the Essence of Darkness of Silence. After swallowing and digesting, you will gain the extraordinary power of the 9th rank 'Sleepless Man'. The darker the environment, the more energetic and observant you are. ”

"This last bottle, which I have carefully selected, is the most suitable for you. From the transcendence of the essence of the mysteries of knowledge, you will gain the transcendent abilities of the 9th rank 'Knowledgeable'. ”

"If you succeed in becoming a 'generalist', your knowledge of history and archaeology will increase exponentially. In your eyes, all problems will be solved! ”

Malfoy's tone, with frenzy and temptation again, waved his hand over the three vials, stared into Sherlock's eyes, and said:

"What are you hesitating about? Isn't the power at your fingertips exciting? ”

It was only at this point that Sherlock was truly exposed to transcendent knowledge. Every word Malfoy said made him curious and eager in his heart.

"Why does Brooke say these 'instinctive weights' are dangerous? Could it be that all the transcendents who are promoted have both power and danger? Crazy out of control? Zero to sanity? ”

Sherlock pondered in his heart, his eyes wandering over the three bottles of "instinct weights".

He could sense that each bottle contained strange fluctuations that made his heart tremble.

In fact, if you put aside the so-called danger, the three extraordinary abilities that Malfoy mentioned, Sherlock thinks are very good.

After all, he is just a rookie now, and he feels curious and fresh when he sees everything.

"I don't know if there is a specific set of transcendent systems, let me think about it before choosing...... You can't just rush to the promotion of transcendental......"

Sherlock thought about it, should he take this opportunity to paraphrase some more Malfoy's words? After all, it was Malfoy who was seeking him to join, and seemed anxious.

"Malfoy, that'......"

Sherlock deliberated and tried to continue some digressions.

Suddenly!

Bang –

The passage outside the living room was filled with a crashing roar.

Malfoy's face changed, and he quickly wrapped three small bottles in the newspaper in his hand and stuffed them into the coffee table, then quickly got up and strode to the silver-trimmed living room door.

"Routine inspection, gentlemen and ladies, please cooperate with our inspection!"

A rough voice came in.

The door to the living room was pushed open, and the blackbearded waiter staggered in, looking embarrassed.

Behind the attendants, three men with serious expressions wearing dark blue police uniforms of the Public Security Department, police badges on their chests, and high inspector hats strode in.

Sherlock glanced at it from afar, and couldn't help but be stunned.

Because one of the inspectors of the Department of Peace is actually Rooney.

It's just the other two, Sherlock doesn't know each other yet.

"Hah! I knew you were here!! What do I say, no matter how cunning the fox is, he can't escape the pursuit of a veteran hunter! ”

Rooney also spotted Sherlock's figure and immediately shouted excitedly.

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