Sherlock kept taking deep breaths to calm himself.

At this moment, in the living room of his office, the ground is a terrifying swirl of black water and black fog. On the whirlpool was an altar of bones heaping up, emitting a terrifying aura of death.

How can this make people calm?

The second page that disappeared slowly emerged and rose.

Sherlock stares at the ancient Ibia shown on the vellum. Celtic text, which translates to this:

"Dedicate your flesh and soul to the ancient mausoleum buried deep in history......"

The meaning of this passage is clear.

Sherlock, who was formerly a keyboard warrior, a veteran otaku, and an anime fantasy lover, can tell at a glance that this is definitely an evil ritual!

It's at this weird moment.

Suddenly!

At the mouth of the White Bone Altar, an even more intense and steaming black mist erupted.

And with the splashing of these dense fogs, one after another, one after another, all kinds of animals were thrown out as if they were bound.

Meow...... Barking...... Baa...... Belch......

There are cats, orange and pink. There are dogs, long-haired, black and white, with large faces. There are geese, young and fat. There are sheep, sharp-horned, rounded-horned......

There were also two foals, and even a couple of rabbits, a couple of ducks......

Each animal was thrown out, as if tied, around the bone altar. One after the other, one after the other, at a fast pace.

But in the blink of an eye, the living room of the office becomes a zoo.

Sherlock: "......"

He's going crazy!

As a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder who loves neatness, he finds himself in his home, right in front of his eyes, with a large number of chaotic animals gathered in piles, which is a complete disaster!

"It's a missing pet ?!!"

Sherlock abruptly woke up again.

He wrote it down with his own hands, and remembered the kind of pets that went missing in his neighbors on Baker Street. And at this moment, every animal is a perfect match.

Sherlock was dizzy, unable to comprehend the facts before him.

Why are these pets here?

"No! If anyone finds out, I'm terrible! ”

"All the missing animals are in my hands, how do you explain that?"

"You must cover it up immediately and find a chance to deal with it!"

Sherlock reacted instantly, endured the huge doubts in his heart, and hurriedly prepared to find a way to cover up the group of animals.

At this moment of chaos, the door downstairs was banged.

"Mrs. Madson!"

"Please open the door and be inspected!"

There was a clatter of footsteps, and Mrs. Madson had gone to open the door.

"Mrs. Madson, excuse me. We have received reports that there is a great safety hazard on the second floor of this apartment! ”

"Please cooperate with our inspection!"

Sherlock heard the conversation downstairs, and no longer bothered to cover the animals in the living room, so he quickly rushed out of the door, pulled the door with his backhand, and stood at the top of the stairs.

Whew...... Hurried steps up the stairs.

Upstairs were two men in bowler hats, crisp brass buttoned navy security suits, and police badges on their arms.

"Is it Mr. Sherlock? We need to inspect your firm! ”

One of the bearded officers stopped and glared at Sherlock at the top of the stairs.

The other, with a beard and freckles on his face, had taken off his baton at his waist and stared at Sherlock with a scrutinizing look.

"What's the problem? Two officers, I have the right to refuse this impudent break-in and accusations! Do you have a search warrant? ”

Sherlock remained calm and serious, and stood at the top of the stairs without giving a step.

The bearded officer's face was embarrassed, he coughed, and said in a slow voice:

"We received a report that your office on the second floor has a serious safety hazard, so ......"

"So we need your cooperation, let's go in and have a look." The scumbag-faced officer continued.

"Without a search warrant, I refuse to open the door!"

Sherlock continued in a serious tone, with a tough attitude, saying:

"I had valuables and important information in my room and I was not allowed to enter casually. Please get the search warrant and come back to me. ”

"What an outrageous and outrageous act! Mr. Officer, I'll go to the town hall and report you! Mrs. Madson stood downstairs and waved.

"My department has the authority to inspect for safety hazards and does not require a search warrant!"

A voice came over, then Mrs. Madson's exclamation.

Rooney strode down the stairs and stood behind the two officers, staring at Sherlock:

"Mr. Sherlock, the 'Commission of Inquiry into the Popularization of Social Life' has the authority to conduct home inspections. This is the power given by the town hall and the sheriff's office! ”

It's this inexplicable guy from the "Social Survey Society" again...... Sherlock stared at Rooney, who was hiding behind the officer, and felt that this guy seemed to be afraid of something.

"No! I refuse, I need to see a search warrant! Sherlock still didn't budge.

"Then we'll have to force our way in!" The scumbag-faced officer stepped forward and picked up his baton.

Rooney shoved the bearded officer, and the two of them pressed in.

Sherlock was frightened and anxious, and said in a deep voice:

"If you can't find anything! I will do whatever it takes to punish you. Some of my tutors at Birzingham University will tell you to lose your position! ”

The bearded officer hesitated again.

After all, Birzingham University is a well-known institution in the whole of the United Kingdom, and it is not cost-effective to offend senior scholars at Birzingham University for the sake of a safety hazard check.

"Mr. Rooney, are you sure there is a serious safety hazard in the room on the second floor?"

The bearded officer turned to Rooney behind him, and his tone began to shrink.

Rooney absolutely trusted his own judgment, because he had snooped into the room on the second floor several times, and there was a terrible phenomenon going on.

As a transcendent with the essence of knowledge and mysteries, he is able to spy on all the weird, terrifying, suspicious, and hidden irrational phenomena.

It's a transcendent ability that can't go wrong.

"I vouch for my reputation and my career, there must be something terrible happening in the room on the second floor, not just a safety hazard!"

Rooney replied loudly and continued to push the two officers forward.

Sherlock wanted to kick the nosy guy.

But in this situation, there is really no light in his room, and he can't let them in anyway. Even if you tear your face, you have to guard it first.

"No way!"

Sherlock stood at the top of the staircase, holding on to his strength.

The two officers were pushed and urged by Rooney.

The scene suddenly became tense.

Suddenly!

"Meow ......"

Out of nowhere, a little black cat slammed into the door through the feet of the three of them on the stairs and over Sherlock's feet.

Bang! There was a muffled sound.

The door was knocked open, and the little black cat rushed in like black smoke.

"Damn!!"

Sherlock chuckled and looked back.

The whole room has a wide open door.

The swirls of black mist on the floor, the piled up altars of white bones, and a large group of various animals were all revealed.

Exposed to everyone's eyes.