"But we have the right to self-defense." "And the Exorcist Division has a certain degree of freedom compared to the average magician. ”

"If that's what you say, it's time for you to take revenge on us." Sherlock said, "You have any scruples, don't you?" ”

After a pause, Sherlock said, "The police in Britannia need to write some reports after they shoot, and you should have to write similar reports when you use magic on humans.

You're a trainee exorcist and haven't been regularized yet, so this kind of report will affect your regularization, right? ”

Locke fell silent as he stared at Sherlock in front of him. I don't know why, the human in front of me is obviously just an ordinary person, but it seems that he can easily know all his secrets as if he can read minds.

Sherlock saw what Locke was silent about, and the corners of his mouth curled in an imperceptible arc.

"My name is Sherlock Holmes and I'm a consultant detective."

"You're a great detective." Locke said undeniably.

"I think we can work together." Sherlock said, "We want to find the killer of this serial murder, and you want to find the demon behind this murderer."

After a pause, he looked at Locke, "Let's make sure, is this demon you are talking about a real demon?" ”

"Otherwise, why do you think we're called the Exorcist Division?" Locke said.

"Okay." Sherlock bowed his head, his eyes flashing with an unknown light, "Things are getting more and more interesting. ”

Watson, who had been silent on one side, came back to his senses and spoke, "So, those who committed suicide are most likely to have swallowed the drug themselves under the influence of some supernatural force, right?" ”

"Of course, there is no doubt about it." Sherlock said, "It's just a little boring, I thought it was a smarter thing to do." ”

Locke raised his wand, and with a spell unleashed, the ropes on his body were untied, and he staggered to his feet, then cast a regeneration charm on his leg.

Under the influence of the magic, his wounds were rapidly recovering, and even the broken trouser leg that had been opened by the whip was repaired.

The whole person was rejuvenated under the power of the spell, and he couldn't see the torture he had just suffered.

"It's so convenient." Watson said, "If you were more numerous, I would be unemployed." ”

"Not all injuries can be healed with magic." Locke said, "There are some special magical injuries that can only be treated by the corresponding specialized magic hospital. ”

"Have you figured it out?" Sherlock asked, "Our cooperation." Now that a fifth person has died, there is a good chance that there will be a sixth. ”

Locke looked up at Sherlock, his eyes flickering.

"I'm curious, what did you think when you handed me your wand?"

"What?"

"You seem to know the cops well." Locke said, "You just said you were a consultant detective for the police, and I didn't think you needed to hide from them, but you gave me the wand anyway. I think someone like you should be able to determine which one is more risky. You should know that I'm bound to have a way to escape when I get my wand, even if you don't know what I'm going to do when I get it. ”

Sherlock stood there, looking at him condescendingly, "Actually, I saw you using magic last night, and you teleported from one building to another. ”

Locke's eyes opened slightly, and he looked around, "So all of this was done by you to test me?" ”

Sherlock didn't answer, and the more Locke thought about it, the more reasonable it became.

But then, he continued, "Aren't you afraid that I will take revenge on you when I get my wand, and you are so sure that I can't use magic on you?" ”

Sherlock walked to the side of the kitchen, which connected to the living room, took a piece of chicken breast from the refrigerator and threw it on the chair.

Then he pulled a button out of his pocket, and with the press of the button, the light in the room dimmed slightly.

The sizzle of electricity came from the chair, and in the flickering room, both Morphasant and Locke could clearly see the leaping arc.

The chicken breast that fell on the chair quickly blackened and finally smoked.

"We can knock you back by surprise, and obviously, we can stun you too."

"A person who is not bound by the rules and has supernatural powers, then it is out of my control." Sherlock said, "The secret services in Britannia are going to be very interested in you. And it just so happens that I know such a person. ”

For a moment, the living room fell silent.

The smell of the chicken breasts being scorched in the air made one wonder if a person sat on this chair.

Watson looked at the chair in confusion, and then at Sherlock. Obviously, it was the first time he knew that he still had this thing in his house.

Locke swallowed lightly, "Aren't you a detective, why is there such a thing?" ”

"Detectives also need to understand the various possibilities of the deceased's death, don't they?" Sherlock rightly said.

Sherlock didn't seem to want to waste time on these things, so he continued to ask.

"Okay, do you have any magic to lock into that person's location?"

Locke came back to his senses from the chair and shook his head, "If it had been last night, I would have done it." But now it's been too long, and the breath left behind is gone. ”

"Then it looks like we're going to have to find the next homicide location." Sherlock muttered softly.

He picked up one side of his coat and looked at Locke, "Are you going to come with us?" ”

Locke was silent for a moment, but still followed Sherlock.

"Let's go, John."

Sherlock shouted to Watson, who was still staring at the chair in a daze.

Watson came back to his senses and followed Sherlock, and he said in disbelief.

"That's an electric chair?"

"Isn't it like?" Sherlock said, "It's made of all-metal, and it's very conductive. ”

"But I've been sitting on it for weeks!" Watson suppressed the excitement in his heart and said, "You didn't say a word to me!" ”

"So what?" Sherlock didn't seem to find this strange.

"I've sat on it too, and until it's powered up, it's a chair, nothing strange.

And don't you think the style of that chair is a good fit for our living room? ”

Watson didn't know what to say for a moment.

They flagged down a taxi and began to rush to the scene of the crime.

The crime scene was even farther away from them, in the opposite direction from the previous place, so the taxi drove for more than half an hour to reach its destination.

The police had arrived early in the morning, and this time there were more police cars parked and more mechs.

Because since the fourth suicide case, there have been quite a few newspapers reporting on it.

And after the police characterized these serial suicides as serial murders, many newspaper reporters smelled the news.

And after the fifth murder, this news became even more popular in the imperial capital. A group of reporters from major newspapers appeared here, and the scene of the crime was leaked.

Gregerson stood in front of the reporters, answering their questions.

"Excuse me, is there any new development in the case, has the murderer been caught?"

"Well, we have hired professionals so far, and the progress of the case is considerable. We've gradually locked down the appearance of the suspect, and we're working on a wanted list accordingly. ”

"Is there a fifth case in it?"

"Sorry, this falls under the category of confidentiality that needs to be maintained."

"The citizens of the Imperial Capital have been worried about the security of the city recently, do you have anything to say?"

"Please trust the police of Pendragon, we will definitely catch the murderer as soon as possible and restore peace to the royal capital. But please don't wander around after 8 p.m. ”

"Nightlife is the right of the residents of the Imperial Capital, why should you make the residents of the Imperial Capital pay for your unprofessionalism?"

"Well, I'm just making a suggestion."

(End of chapter)