Brian's heart was cold, and countless questions appeared in his mind, and he began to tangle.

Is the other party a good person?

Is the other party's purpose really the same as he says?

Is the situation of Ms. Catherine and others really dangerous?

……

The inspector sitting on the right saw that Brian's face was gloomy and seemed to be worried about something, so he took the courage and asked cautiously, "Mr. Brian, are you okay?"

Brian took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions, and shook his head slightly.

"I'm fine......"

He thought for a moment, looked at the inspector next to him who was about the same age as himself, and said tentatively: "What would you do if your friend was in danger and he was not able to save people?" ”

The Inspector was stunned for a moment, not understanding why he had said this suddenly, but he thought about it for a while before he slowly replied with less certainty.

"My words...... I'm going to save people no matter what......"

Then the inspector recalled, and with the shaking of the carriage, he continued.

"When I was a child, my family was poor, and my father was moving bricks, so I helped him move bricks, and when it was dark, I could go home to eat my mother's dinner, and then I went to move bricks ......."

"This went on for a long time, until my father died in an accident at the construction site......"

"He fell from the top of the slope and was right next to me, but I didn't hold him...... Because I didn't have enough strength, I was loose as soon as I caught it......"

"Later, the family had no money, let alone a coffin, and the money for the burial couldn't be afforded, and in the end, it was Director Josephine who gave me the money to make me an inspector."

The young inspector paused, and then said, "Now I often think that if I didn't let go of my hand at that time, it would not matter if I fell down with him, so that I wouldn't feel guilty for so long." ”

As he spoke, the young man's sitting posture bent, not as upright as before, and a little more lost.

Brian remained silent, realizing that whatever Sherlock's purpose was, it would only be himself.

It's worth it to be able to save friends with something of yourself, or even more.

He turned his head and no longer hesitated: "How can you help me?" ”

"There are a lot of them." Sherlock put his top hat on his legs and spoke slowly, "But I want you to try it yourself first, and if it doesn't work then, I'll help you out." ”

"Yes, but if you just let me go like this, then you can just do it." Brian spread his hands, a little helpless

"I'll give you some help." Sherlock picked up his top hat and pulled out a stick about two fingers thick, small in front and large in the back, pure black with a white end.

"Here's for you."

"What's that?" Brian naturally took it and asked with a little curiosity.

"A magical item of extraordinary importance." Sherlock put down his top hat again: "Pour a small amount of your inspiration into it, and you can use it to use all kinds of supernatural abilities, such as 'Fire Control', 'Wind', 'Rain', 'Frozen', 'Fogging', 'Illusion', 'Flash', 'Illusory Clone'......"

Sherlock smiled, "I'm sorry, I accidentally said it, that's all it can do." ”

Brian opened his mouth slightly, and tilted his head again, surprised and surprised.

"What you say seems to be very powerful, but what's the use of so many abilities? I didn't hear a single lethal one! ”

Sherlock pressed his hand, signaling not to get excited. "Instead of sealing that demigod item, you just need to save your friend, and there's still a glove there, enough for you." ”

"Then why don't you just fix it? You should know how dangerous it is. Brian continued to ask as he fumbled with the black stick.

"I can't." Sherlock twisted his head and replied as he looked at the roof of the car.

"Hehe......" Brian smiled, judging from the performance of the guy in front of him, he was definitely strong by the demigod seal, but now he said "I can't do it", he must have asked.

"And what are the side effects of this item?"

"After using it, your body will be weak, and you will get some minor illnesses such as colds." Sherlock thought for a moment, and suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, this stick can also be retracted at will, and with the indestructible nature of magical items, it can barely be used as a weapon."

"Smack!" As he spoke, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Brian felt a surge of knowledge appear in his mind out of thin air, and the specific content was all about such a transcendent object.

Looking at the young "magician" who had fallen into a stupor for a short time, Sherlock casually said, "Give this magical object a name, it will be yours from now on."

Coming back to his senses, Brian picked up the black stick and looked at it, blurting out: "It's called a 'wand', it's very suitable for a 'magician'." ”

"It's not a bright name, but it's okay." Sherlock teased, put on his top hat, and his figure gradually turned into a lilac starlight that dissipated, and his last words echoed in the car.

"When in danger, remember to call my name......"

……

On the edge of the industrial zone south of Puze City, Arnold stood outside the black fog and noticed that his strength had increased to a certain extent.

This feeling is familiar to him, and it usually happens every night, and it is the power that the night and the moon give to the "midnight poet".

It's still daytime, what's going on?

Intuitively sensing that something was wrong, Arnold shouted directly into the black mist.

"Captain! Old Cole! How are you doing? ”

“……”

There was no response after shouting several times in a row, which is obviously different from the previous efficiency.

"Looks like something happened." Arnold muttered, looked at the inspector and said, "Give me a gun, I'm going in!" ”

"Huh? Okay......" Josephine agreed blankly, taking the pistol from her waist and handing it out.

"Don't follow me, it's dangerous." Clenching his pistol in his right hand, Arnold was just about to rush into the black fog when he heard a male voice behind him.

"Wait a minute!"

"Huh?" Arnold looked back in confusion and saw a carriage slowly approaching and stopping in front of the two of them.

The coachman was already frightened by the scene here, whether it was a large number of gun-wielding inspectors or the terrifying black fog.

Out of the carriage came a man of about thirty years old, dressed in a priest's robe, who took out a pound and handed it to the coachman, and comforted: "It's all right, go back quickly!"

When the coachman heard him say this, his mood really improved a lot, and he took the money and turned around and left.

Looking at the man's outfit, Arnold knew the details of the other party.

Is this Miss Lulu's helper?

He was very sure of this guess in his heart, and Arnold didn't waste time to ask, and said directly: "Can you solve this black fog?" ”

The priest was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect it to be so direct.