A cold aura seeped through the cracks in the door, and the darkness wriggled through the cracks like sticky mud, and the wooden door seemed to become the only barrier against evil, separating reality from hell.

Holmes looked at the wooden door, then at Mavi, and suddenly grinned, stretched out his arm, and pressed it against the wooden door.

Goodu!

The palm sank deep, as if touching the surface of the water, causing ripples, and the darkness behind the door swallowed Holmes's left arm, dragging him into the door.

"Sherlock Holmes!"

Watson pulled out a revolver and pulled the trigger one after another at the wooden door, and in the deafening sound of gunfire, the bullets entered the wooden door one by one and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

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Shooting the empty magazine, Watson rushed forward, hugged Holmes's body, and wanted to pull him out, but the drag force in the wooden door was too great, and no matter how hard Watson tried, he couldn't stop Holmes from entering the body inside the door little by little.

"Ugh...."

Mavi sighed, "Yannick. ”

Edward stepped forward, grabbed Holmes by the shoulder, and as he dragged outward, he flew up and kicked the wooden door.

Smack!

The wooden door shattered, and the fragments flew upside down with the thick darkness, and a scream of pain rang out in the room, and the darkness faded, and a shadow rushed into the room like lightning, disappearing from everyone's view.

"Mr. Holmes, why do you bother?"

"If I don't, how can you trust me?"

The arms that had been swept up in the door had become fleshy and fleshy, as if they had been gnawed by something, pitted, and white bones faintly visible in the tendons.... Sherlock Holmes looked at his injured arm and chuckled softly, "Long time no see, Father. ”

"Long time no see, Mr. Holmes."

"What are you going to do now?" Holmes looked at Edward with interest: "This is your new monk?" ”

"His position is bishop..... You are badly injured, and we should immediately go to Father Michel in the next door in Whitechapel and ask him to treat you. ”

Ma Wei glanced at Mr. Hamlai, who was sitting on the ground and was already frightened: "Then ask the Church of the Three Goddesses of Fate to come and help." ”

"Looks like you don't want your identity revealed...."Holmes nodded slowly.

"Yannick, erase the memory of Mr. Hamlai just now, take him, and go to Whitechapel to ask for help!"

Edward grabbed Mr. Hamley, who was lying limp on the ground with one hand, and stared into his eyes, his originally dark green eyes flashed with a golden glow, and in the next second, Mr. Hamley's eyes became hollow.

In fact, judging from Edward's action of kicking the wooden door and saving Sherlock Holmes just now, the existence hiding in the room is most likely not their opponent, but the problem is still the one raised before, and Ma Wei wants to use the existence in the room to check Holmes - Holmes has passed the test.

In addition to testing Sherlock Holmes, Ma Wei also had to contact the Church of the Three Goddesses of Destiny logically, so he did not personally deal with the evil existence in the room.

London, after all, is the base camp of the Church of the Three Goddesses of Destiny, and the three goddesses are in the city, so they have to be careful in everything they do.

On the way to Whitechapel, Watson kept looking at Ma Wei and the others, his lips constantly squirming, as if he had a lot to say.

"I know what you're trying to ask, Watson." Sherlock Holmes, pale from blood loss, said: "There are some things that I will tell you, and you must keep them secret for me." ”

“.... I see, Sherlock Holmes. ”

Watson trusted his long-time friend very much, and he believed Sherlock Holmes even more than he believed in himself, and he would not turn his back on him.

At 6:30 p.m., Father Michel saw off the last faithful and was about to close the church door to end the day's sermon when a walnut cane suddenly came through the crack in the door and stopped in front of his eyes.

"Father Michelle, please save Mr. Holmes, he is seriously injured." The communication was spoken in broken Windsor.

"Sherlock Holmes?"

"Yes, Dilloc Holmes, who lives at 221 St. Martin's Street."

Father Michelle opened the door and saw Sherlock Holmes, whose clothes were soaked with blood and had to rely on Watson's support to stand.

"What are you doing in a daze?" Seeing that Father Michel did not move, the communication frowned.

"As far as I know, Mr. Dilloc Holmes is not a member of our church." Father Michel said: "Moreover, the goddess I worship is Tilde, the goddess of sin, not Wild, the goddess of health, and cannot heal Mr. Holmes's injuries. ”

"Then what nonsense are you talking about!" The communication glared at Father Michel angrily, "Where is the church where the goddess of health is worshipped?!" ”

"Three blocks west from here, there is a convent where nuns worship the goddess of health."

In the face of the questioning and anger of the communication, Father Michel was very determined: "I must remind you that, according to the teachings of Wild, the goddess of health, the realm of eternal life should only be used by patients who are seriously ill and cannot be treated by doctors, and must be believers in the Church of the Goddess of Fate. ”

"What the hell is this request! Isn't it true that believers can't accept the healing of your church?! ”

"If it's like this, we can't help it." "This is done to protect the profession of pharmacists and doctors, the realm of immortality is too powerful and if misused, it can affect the lives of many people," said Father Michel. ”

First of all, the two professions of pharmacist and doctor involve too many people, and not all diseases need to be treated in the realm of eternal life, and there are so many sick people, if all of them come to the church for treatment, will the church be busy?

It is a bit too cruel not to treat patients other than believers, which is equivalent to forcing the people to believe in the three goddesses of fate, and at the same time abandoning other people except believers....

There are pros and cons to such regulations, but in Mavi's eyes, the disadvantages outweigh the advantages.

Watson is a doctor, but he didn't bring medical tools with him when he went out, not to mention that Holmes's injuries were too serious, and if he used the means of a surgeon, he would probably have to have his leg amputated....

"The solution is actually very simple, as long as Mr. Dilloc Holmes joins our Church of the Three Goddesses of Destiny, then we naturally have the obligation to heal him." Father Michel said calmly, "As long as Mr. Holmes signs the roster." ”

The communication glanced back at Sherlock Holmes, and although he hated Sherlock Holmes, that didn't mean he wanted to see Sherlock Holmes disabled....

Just as the communication was about to become angry, a cry of surprise suddenly sounded behind everyone:

"Mr. Nicholas? That's great! You're here! ”

Marvey turned his head and saw Stewart jump out of the carriage, walk quickly, and take his arm: "I heard Mrs. Hudson say that you have come to Flower Street, and you have been looking for me for a long time!" Come home with me! My father is waiting for you! ”

"Stuhl, we're in some trouble right now, I'm afraid we can't go back with you." Ma Wei said.

"Trouble? What's the trouble? Stewart looked behind Marvey, only to find the injured Sherlock Holmes, first stunned, and then said, "Why is it so badly injured?" ”

"To make a long story, we heard that the followers of the goddess of health, Wild, could use the realm of immortality to heal their injuries, so we ran to ask for their help, but they said that Holmes was not a member of the church and could not be treated...."

"Oh, the rules...."

Stewart licked his lips, he didn't really want to meddle in this matter, especially since Holmes wanted to seek the help of Wild, the goddess of health, and the second prince Shukry supported the goddess of wealth, but....

Just two hours earlier, Baron Frederick had confirmed the authenticity of the Mercury Blood, confirming that Mavi was a merchant who could make high-grade potions and was worth wooing.

Isn't this a good opportunity to sell him a favor and show the strength of the Frederick family?

If he chooses to stand by at this moment, will Mr. Nicholas still choose the second prince Shukri?

Besides, the injured people are Dilloc and Sherlock Holmes, the famous detectives!

Isn't there value in wooing?

Thinking of this, Stewart squeezed out a bright smile on his face and said to Mavi: "Mr. Nicholas, please don't worry, leave this matter to me to solve, let Mr. Holmes get in the car, let's go to the monastery three blocks away, there are no believers in the goddess of health, Wild...."

Three blocks sounds far away, in fact, only three or four hundred meters away, by carriage, two minutes to the abbey, at first the abbey grandmothers were reluctant to break the rules, but Stewart directly showed the name of Baron Frederick, and after repeated requests, the grandmothers reluctantly used the realm of immortality.

The bleeding, the bones were separated from the wound healed in an instant, the real pain was gone, but the memory of the pain was still in the nerves, and Holmes moved his shoulder and nodded at Mavi.

"Thanks, Stull."

"You're too outward, we're friends, aren't we?" Stewart said with a smile.

Ma Wei smiled slightly: "That's right, we are friends." ”

Hearing this, Stewart's face smiled even more, and he took the opportunity to propose: "Now that Mr. Holmes's wounds have healed, let him go home with us, my father has invited an important guest and wants to meet you!" ”

"No problem."

Marvey agreed, boarded the carriage with Stewart, and before leaving, let Edward stay, and whispered:

"Keep an eye on the house and don't let it run."

"Hmm."