The blackbeard waiter, who was shoved and staggered in, shrank beside Malfoy in a panic, bowed his head and said:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy. They had weapons and came in suddenly, so ......"

"No need to explain, you're fired."

Malfoy didn't even look at the waiter, just waved his hand.

Blackbeard's face was full of frustration, and he bowed his head and said a few sorry words, and then hurried away in shame.

"Are you the director of this underground club?"

It was a middle-aged man standing in front of Rooney and Origan.

He was about thirty-four or five years old, and he was very tall, almost 1.9 meters. Well-proportioned and has a polite demeanor. With a square face, a high nose bridge, deep eyes, and gray-blue pupils, he has a temperament that can see through people's hearts.

"Introduce yourself, Rheintes, Senior Inspector of the Ninth Special Service of the City of Birzingham Sheriff's Department, responsible for dealing with special incidents that endanger public safety in the city of Birzinham."

Rheintes' voice is pure, with a strong British capital accent in his speech, and a unique and recognizable tone.

Malfoy just looked coldly at the three uninvited guests, and said in his own arrogant tone:

"Even the chief officer of the Department of Peace can't just break into a private club. Moreover, the club is the property of the 'Royal Goliath Company', a private meeting place for the senior executives of the various companies in the city of Birzinham, and enjoys the privileged treatment of the city government. ”

"We don't accept any bullshit search warrants, no temporary inspections, and no shameless orders and excuses to bother!"

"So, please leave. Otherwise, I'd call the guards to drive them away. ”

When Rooney and Origan heard this, their faces changed slightly.

The "Royal Goliath Company" is a well-known large company in the whole of England, and many of the overseas colonies of the British Kingdom are managed by this company.

It is no exaggeration to say that at least a quarter of the national wealth of the whole of Britain was earned back by Goliath. Although it is mixed with plunder, forcible seizure, and armed aggression, it is enough to prove the huge strength of Goliath.

"Are you the director of this underground club?"

Reintes still looked calm, still asking this question.

Malfoy looked Rheintes up and down a few times, frowned, and said:

"Mr. Reintes, don't you understand what I'm talking about? Well? ”

Reintes smiled slightly, still in a calm and deep voice:

"On October 29, you dug up the catacombs of the Sindiri Farm on the outskirts and stole a 300-year-old coffin."

"On November 04, you opened the third basement floor of the Dutch-Portuguese Street Opera House, excavated the tomb of a descendant of royal blood again, and stole the wreckage."

"A week ago, on December 11, you again excavated a national reserve from the Tertiary period at the junction of the city of Birzin and the capital London, and stole a large number of precious antiquities."

"Mr. Malfoy, do you need me to continue?"

Malfoy's eyelids fluttered with every word Reintes spoke.

By the time Reintes finished speaking, the arrogance on Malfoy's face was gone.

And this vanished arrogance is replaced by deep worry and fear.

Because Malfoy knew very well in his heart that no one knew what he was doing. A handful of unreliable people, all of whom have been killed, leave no evidence behind.

And at this moment, what Reintes said is completely correct. It's even as if you've seen it with your own eyes.

"What you say is slander! Shameless framing without any evidence! ”

Malfoy shouted inwardly, taking a half-step back, looking very angry.

"Well, no more acting, Mr. Malfoy. You should be glad I came to search and take over. If the adjudicating deacon of the 'All-Knowing Annon Church' arrives, you should know what the consequences are. ”

Rheintes looked at Malfoy calmly, "Now, can we go in?" ”

Malfoy's face was cloudy, and he took a step back again. His pupils suddenly turned white, his features distorted, and he said in a voice that did not resemble a human being:

"You all-knowing minions trying to spy on the oracle of my lord? One day, you will be thrown into the bottomless and endless abyss of depravity...... We'll see......"

With a terrifying scream, Malfoy's lower body had already swirled with black mist, transforming into a huge python-like torso, retreating at an incredible speed.

Boom –

Malfoy's upper body was still a human body, and the lower half of his body was as black as a python, twisting and knocking over the sofa and coffee table, charging all the way, crashing through the wall, and disappearing into the night.

Sherlock was stunned as he watched the "Serpentine Malfoy" flee, it was hard to imagine, why would he become a half-snake and half-human even though he was a normal human?

But then he came to his senses and hurried to inspect the silver-rimmed coffee table.

Perhaps Malfoy deliberately ran over it, and the coffee table was already crumbs. Whatever was hidden in it is now gone.

"Or maybe he took it? After all, what kind of 'instinctive weight' it is, it is estimated that it is impossible to destroy it by crushing alone......"

Sherlock thought with some heartache that if he had known that this was the result, he should have told Brooke to steal it in advance, and it was too late to regret it now.

Rooney and Origan, who were not far away, watched Malfoy flee in the same disbelief, and said with unnatural faces after a while:

"It's the 7th-order 'snake demon' of the alien curse essentia, and we didn't actually sense the alien aura on his body......"

"It's normal, he's being stared at by a special being, obscuring his aura and identity. To be precise, he is no longer a normal transcendent, and it is likely that he has been possessed. ”

Reintes looked solemnly at the hole in the wall and looked out into the night.

"Possessed?!"

Rooney and Origan looked at each other, and they both shuddered.

Becoming extraordinary, anyone has the possibility of going crazy out of control, but paying the price can be saved. If sanity is zero, it is completely irretrievable.

Only "possession" is the most incomprehensible situation, neither crazy out of control, nor sane zero, between sober and unsober. Knowing who you are, but being willing to be controlled, you can do many terrible things.

"Rooney, Origan, search this parlor and see if there are any clues left."

"Okay, Captain!"

Rooney and Origan nodded and went their separate ways.

Rheintes turned to look at Sherlock, and the sharp-eared black cat crouched behind the couch.

"Apartment 23 Baker South Street, Mr. Sherlock. Nice to meet you. ”

Reintes casually stepped forward, walked up to Sherlock, and held out his hand.

Sherlock was secretly vigilant in his heart, but since the other party was polite, he should also treat him politely, and also stretched out his hand and shook Rheintes.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Rheintes."

Sherlock felt that Rheintes' palm was thick and powerful, warm and relatable, and the vigilance in his heart couldn't help but relax.

"I'm sorry, you have to come with me and go to the Ninth Secret Service of the Sheriff's Department to record a confession about what you've done recently."

Reintes said calmly.

"I didn't do anything, Mr. Rheintes. As you can see, I was just invited to come and talk about renting a house. You should know that Mr. Malfoy is my landlord. ”

Sherlock explained innocently.

Reintes' gray-blue eyes looked deeply at Sherlock, and he was silent for a long time, and then said in a peculiar tone:

"You should come with me. Because as far as I know, archaeologists like you, after coming into contact with Malfoy, all died silently. ”

"You're the only survivor!"

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