"Gregson, what is he doing here at this time?" Sherlock frowned.

"Is it the police?" Locke's complexion changed.

The most taboo thing for an exorcist is to deal with the police of the world, and he is not with his wand at the moment.

If he falls into the hands of the police, and after a series of investigations, things will become more and more troublesome.

If you attract the Exorcist Division, losing face is secondary, and losing your job will be over.

He reacted and shouted excitedly, "Give me back your wand!" ”

Sherlock turned his head to look at Locke and said with interest, "You look scared, why are you afraid of the police, shouldn't you be surprised by the arrival of the police?" ”

"Give me the wand first!" He shouted, "Give me my wand, and I'll tell you everything!" ”

"Wand, is that thing called a wand?" Sherlock looked at the wand that looked like a small piece of wood on the couch, "What can you do with this thing, escape from here?" ”

"Knock knock~"

He heard the sound of a group of people coming upstairs, followed by a knock on the door outside, and Gregerson's shouts outside the door.

"Sherlock!"

Seeing no response in the room, Gregerson continued to shout.

"Sherlock?"

"Hurry up!" Locke lowered his voice and said, "I'm not a prisoner, what you're doing to me now is called kidnapping!" It's called lynching! If that group of cops finds out, you won't have a good time! ”

Sherlock shrugged, "Who knows?" ”

He didn't seem to be worried about the police officers who were about to enter the door, just calm.

Compared to his calmness, Locke was really anxious at the moment.

"Mrs. Hudson!" Gregerson shouted, "Are you home? ”

Soon, he heard the woman's voice again, "Here it is." ”

Locke raised his head and said excitedly, "I can also let you avoid this group of cops!" ”

"Click~"

The sound of the key opening the door sounded in their ears, and Locke's expression gradually changed to a little desperate.

However, just as the door was about to open, Sherlock walked briskly to the couch, picked up the wand, and handed it to Locke.

"Come here, stay close to me!" Locke said.

Watson and Sherlock reacted quickly, and they quickly approached Locke.

Locke, on the other hand, recites a spell with his wand, and a wave of magic envelops them.

Both Sherlock and Watson clearly felt a special transparent curtain enveloping them.

The reason why I perceive it is because the outside world seen through this curtain is a little hazy, as if staying underwater and looking at the outside world.

Soon, the door was opened by Mrs. Hudson.

Gregerson and a group of police officers rushed in.

Looking at the empty room, Mrs. Hudson said with a puzzled expression.

"I remember they were just here."

Gregerson frowned and looked around, the coffee on the table was still steaming, and there were indeed people here just now. But they should have been gone before the police car came.

He walked slowly towards Sherlock and the others, and Locke and Watson's breathing stopped almost instantly, and they didn't dare to speak, and they didn't dare to breathe.

However, Sherlock took a step forward, and the whole person was almost attached to the edge of the curtain, which made Watson pull his clothes.

He was less than a meter away from Gregson, almost face to face.

But Gregson's eyes didn't have any focus, as if he couldn't see them at all.

Gregerson looked back at Hudson, "If he comes back, remember to tell him I've been looking for him." ”

"Do you need me to convey anything?" Mrs. Hudson said.

"Tell him," said Gregerson, with a serious face, "that the fifth one has appeared, at the Nisok apartment. ”

He turned his head to look at the rest of the police, then left with them.

After about a few minutes, they heard the sound of the vehicle starting.

Sherlock pulled open the transparent curtain and walked out, standing at the window and looking at the police car that was moving away.

"Sherlock?"

Hudson, who had just sent the group of cops away, walked in, and then saw Sherlock standing in the doorway, and she said in surprise.

"When did you show up?"

"I've always been here, Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock said.

Hudson looked at Sherlock in some surprise, and then at the stairs where the group of cops had left.

"Just now."

"I know, I heard it." Sherlock said.

His eyes flashed with light, "Fifth, then the time of the crime is very likely to be last night, whether it was before we were chased, or after we were chased, or."

He looked up, "Mrs. Hudson, is borscht ready?" ”

"Not yet." Hudson said.

"Remember to make an extra portion, we have a friend who is going to eat here tonight." Sherlock said.

Hudson looked at the empty living room except for Sherlock, nodded, and left for the upper floor.

He looked at the place where they had just been hidden, Locke withdrew his magic, and he and Watson appeared in his sight.

"As far as I know, there is no such stealth technology in this world." Sherlock said.

He walked slowly over to Locke.

"So, you really know magic?"

Watson was clearly aware of this, and looked at Locke in his chair with a slight shock.

"You're a magician?"

Locke didn't answer him, but slowly looked up at Sherlock, revealing a nonsensical smile.

"You just gave me your wand, aren't you afraid of my revenge?"

Sherlock didn't show much surprise, he didn't have fear about the increasingly brilliant world, only excitement, which is the "arrogance" of a genius.

As for Watson, it's even more about the same.

He silently walked to the side and picked up the ID he had just discarded on the side.

"So, this proof of identity may also be real."

He looked at Locke, "This says Exorcism, which means that you are not the only magician in this world, and there is even a system and an organization. Since there is organization, then there must be order, and if there is order, then there must be rules.

There is an existence like you in this world, and it is impossible for there to be no traces.

You should be trying to hide from this world. Let me guess, among you, there must be rules that you can't use or show magic on humans, right? ”

The smile on Locke's face paused for a moment, but this moment was keenly captured by Sherlock.

"Looks like my guess was correct." Sherlock said. (End of chapter)