It was already around 23 o'clock in the evening, and the night was deep.

Sherlock was taken out of the Demon Hunter team's office by Rooney, and after a hurried goodbye, he immediately trotted out to the main street to find a private hired carriage.

Luckily, the neighborhood is the intersection of several streets, and there are still horse-drawn wagons for business.

Sherlock jumped into a carriage and gave the address of South Baker Street.

Da Da Da ...... The carriage sped all the way, and under Sherlock's constant urging, it took more than half an hour to return to Becksouth Street.

After paying the fare with 21 crowns, Sherlock jumped out of the carriage and hurried to the apartment building.

Under the darkness of night, apartment building 23 appeared in front of Sherlock's eyes.

Sherlock couldn't help but frown.

From the outside, the damage to the apartment is not too big.

But it was the second floor that was damaged, which happened to be the main body of the firm.

"Was this a lightning strike......

Sherlock sighed inwardly with a toothache.

The second floor of apartment 23 collapsed in half, and it did look like it had been struck by lightning. The other half of the building remains, revealing a windswept bedroom, cloakroom, and utility room.

The collapsed half includes the bathroom, living room, and desk area.

Looking down from the damaged building body, the first floor is intact. It is no wonder that Mrs. Madson is safe, and even if she is at home, she is probably only frightened.

At the moment, the second floor is pitch black, and the first floor is lit up.

Two police officers from the Public Security Department, dressed in dark blue checkered police uniforms and plush hats, stood guard on either side of the gate on the first floor. One of them was napping against the wall, and the other was smoking.

Sherlock was about to walk over when suddenly a voice came to his ear:

"I advise you not to go home."

Sherlock looked back, and the sharp-eared black cat slowly emerged from a corner, its green pupils staring.

Previously in the "Solomon Esoteric Club", when Malfoy fled and Reintes took Sherlock, Brooke did not follow.

"What the hell is going on?" Sherlock asked in a whisper.

"By the time I got back to my apartment, the second floor had collapsed." Brooke shook her head and explained in a heart-to-heart conversation.

Mrs. Madson, however, was unharmed. The fire brigade of the Public Security Department and the Relief and Welfare Department arrived, and after a brief treatment, took Mrs. Madson to the hospital. ”

"Did Malfoy do it?"

"I don't think he did it." Brooke continued to shake her head, "He did come ......"

"Huh?!" Sherlock was wary.

"He's been here, but it's after the collapse. After a glance from afar, it disappeared. I felt he was very dangerous, so I didn't approach him. ”

After Brooke explained, he again warned in a serious tone:

"You'd better not go back, I always feel that this house is in unknown danger. You're my sleeper, and I don't want you to risk anything. ”

"But my wallet is still locked in the mezzanine of my desk......" Sherlock said helplessly.

"You don't have to get your hopes up......"

Brooke looked at Sherlock sympathetically, "After the second floor collapsed, many things were scattered. It was a chaotic scene, with a lot of homeless people and beggars...... You know......"

Sherlock froze as if struck by lightning.

He could imagine the chaotic and frantic scene.

"No way!"

Sherlock had a toothache and a stomachache, and he ran towards the gate.

Brooke stayed there and watched, in her green eyes, the apartment building in front of her was shrouded in an indescribable gloomy and dark atmosphere, as if some "dark creature" was rising from the ground......

"Mr. Officer, I'm the tenant of this house, Sherlock. Kyd...... I need to go in and see my private property......"

Sherlock ran to the door in one breath, gasping and anxious.

"Oh, we know you, Mr. Sherlock. However, this is dangerous. You should be able to tell that the collapsed environment is very serious, and if you touch it, you will be damaged again......"

Both officers looked at Sherlock sympathetically and reached out to stop them.

"I'll try to be as light as I can and just look at it, just one look! It's important to me! Sherlock expressed his emotions with unconcealed sadness and anxiety.

The two officers hesitated, then let them go.

Sherlock thanked him repeatedly, and immediately stepped on small steps, entered the first floor, went up the stairs, and came to the door of the second floor, which was equivalent to looking at the "ruins" in the open air......

God TM is not much damaged! It's totally killing me...... Sherlock smiled wryly and looked at the original living room and desk, his heart was completely cold......

All the valuable furniture had collapsed, and there was nothing left to leave.

Not to mention the wallet locked in the mezzanine of the desk, now even the desk is gone......

Sherlock looked at the sky speechlessly, shook his head in disappointment, and cautiously descended the stairs again, returning to the door on the first floor.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Sherlock. When we arrived, the homeless men and beggars had almost robbed everything they saw. If you need to report a crime, we can make a transcript......"

The two officers continued to look at Sherlock sympathetically.

"My 27 Gold Pounds ......"

"My Soft Leather Wallet ......"

"Historical materials, archaeological documents, newspaper clippings and ...... that I have collected over the years"

Sherlock's eyes were glazed, he glanced sadly at the second floor, sighed, said goodbye to the two officers, and returned to the sharp-eared black cat.

"I said you better not get your hopes up......" Brooke whispered sympathetically and comfortingly.

"Money, you must put it on yourself to be safe!" Sherlock gritted his teeth and made an oath.

The only good news is that the honorarium for the seventeen pet cases is still in the inner pocket of the clothes. If you know this, you should bring your wallet with you when you go to the club.

Sherlock silently calculated that the total amount of the honorarium was 13 gold pounds and 79 crowns. It cost 65 crowns for three carriage rides, and now his total fortune is 13 gold pounds and 14 crowns.

Save food and use, you should still be able to live. But the second floor of the apartment will definitely not be able to live for the time being, and if you want to find a new house, it will be another expense.

"Let's find a hotel to stay in first, and then think about what to do next......" Sherlock thought of this, looked at Brooke again, and asked:

"Are you going to the hotel with me, or are you going to ......"

"I'll stay here, you just have to find a hotel nearby. The first floor of the apartment was well kept and I was temporarily living with Mrs. Madson. Brooke replied after a moment's thought.

"Okay, let's get in touch next."

Sherlock nodded, glanced back at the apartment building, shook his head, and headed for a hotel he knew.

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Sherwood Lodge is an old inn on Baker South Street and is reasonably priced. Although the environment is old, everything should be there, and living is not a problem.

After checking in, Sherlock entered the room and collapsed on the bed exhausted, staring at the yellowed ceiling.

After a while, he picked himself up again, first went to the inner bathroom, washed his hands and face, returned to the bedside table and sat down, and carefully took out his pocket watch with gold-encrusted roses.

With a click, the inner lid of the pocket watch opened, revealing a familiar mirror.

On the mirror at this moment, those few marks are clear, which is particularly eye-catching.

"How do I get in touch with it?" Sherlock rubbed his fingers against the mirror, feeling the unevenness of the marks.

Just as he thought so, a familiar fog began to rise on the mirror.

Then looms over the fog, and a floating ancient Ibia appears. Celtic script.

Sherlock was already familiar with it, and immediately began to chant without hesitation:

"The old Creator was, the old Creator is now, and the Old Creator will always be ......"

With the end of the syllable of the last word.

Darkness reigned in front of Sherlock's eyes.

The air became viscous, cold, deep, and distant......

Still the same familiar feeling, Sherlock calmed down and became erratic, as if rising in the vastness of space.

A vast and magnificent boundless realm began to appear in front of me.

He sat on a huge bronze chair that looked like a royal throne. It's like a monarch descending and looking at the neatly arranged "mirrors" around him.

Countless "mirrors" are suspended in layers around the bronze seats, surrounded by an eerie but tranquil fog.

"Huh?"

Sherlock walked around, and felt that some mirrors of the mirror world were actually broken. Like dust, the shiny powder slowly overflowed.

"In other words, when I glanced at that 'person' and was inexplicably frightened, several mirrors in the mirror world were also hurt?"

Sherlock felt that his inference was reliable, because as he entered the "mirror world", several clusters of broken crystalline powder began to float towards him.

There are five clusters of shiny powder.

Inside each cluster of powder seems to contain something.

When it floated in front of Sherlock's eyes, he immediately stared.

What is contained inside the shiny powder looks like "pieces of white bone". It was like a piece of bone cut off from a bone with an axe, and it was pale, revealing a strange and terrifying aura.

"Could it be the white skeleton on the throne?"

"I took a look at it and peeled off a few bones?"

Sherlock guessed as he cautiously reached out and touched the nearest "bone fragment".

Buzz –

I don't know where, a long, low roar sounded.

But the roar came and went as fast as it came, like thunder in the far distance.

Sherlock just felt his fingers flutter like electricity, and nothing unusual happened.

But at the same time, the "fragments of white bones" he touched had collapsed and disappeared.

A clear and unambiguous piece of knowledge came into his mind:

"The source of disorder; Rank 8 'Executioner', Prayer Promotion Materials: Main Material '1 Royal Blood Skull', Auxiliary Materials '8 Copies of War Soil Night Stalker Grass Roots', '8 Copies of Blue Blood Shark Throat in the Far Fog Sea', '8 Drops of Ruins Tree Charm Sap', '8 Sections of Living Creature Vertebrae'...... Pray for the gift after the Mithril parchment seal ......"

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