"The Seven Deadly Sins?" Watson seemed to realize something, tentatively.

But there was silence in response.

"It seems that the remaining two dead should not have to be inferred." Sherlock muttered softly, "There are no more than three coincidences in this world at the same time. ”

He looked at Locke, "So, you mean, their purpose is to perform some kind of evil sacrificial ritual to finally break this seal and release something, right?" ”

"Those who can be sealed by this kind of seal are usually very ancient demons." Locke muttered softly.

"It's getting more and more interesting." Sherlock's eyes lit up with excitement, "I thought it was a serial murder. I didn't expect it to be about saving the world now."

Locke looked at Sherlock, "I'm sorry, I have to report this to the top, it's not something I can handle." ”

"There's still a turnaround, isn't it?"

Locke was stunned, but suddenly, he seemed to notice something, and looked at the six-pointed star on the map.

Sherlock actually has only five points in series, as only five dead have been found so far.

In fact, Sherlock originally planned to form a pentagram, but the proportions were wrong, only the proportions of the six-pointed stars were correct.

And if you look at it according to the seven deadly sins, at least two more people should die.

"As long as this ritual has not been realized, then we will only deal with the killer of the serial murder case." Sherlock looked at Locke, "Does this killer have any special powers?" ”

Locke thought for a moment, "I should be able to handle it." ”

Watson began, "So where should we go?" ”

Sherlock focused his gaze on the sixth corner of the map, which was the location of the imperial capital of Britannia. After the complete destruction of the Britannian royal family, Mordred made the palace a national monument.

Both to preserve culture and to commemorate the decline of a nation.

Of course, some of the largest state meetings are still held inside the palace. The offices of the main leaders are also in the vicinity, and it is the most central area of the imperial capital.

"If nothing else, we'll find the next body in this place." Sherlock said.

"This is Britannia Palace." Watson couldn't help but say, "The core of state power, how did that person get in?" ”

The title of the Grand Duke named Baal Britania who created the country was the Duke of Britannia, so the British Palace actually translates to "his home".

"When it comes to supernatural powers, you shouldn't think with normal thinking." Sherlock said.

Watson shrugged, "Well, in other words, how do we get in?" ”

Sherlock watched the corpse silently, watching her struggle, and fell silent.

Without any hesitation, he turned around and walked straight away, pushed open the door, and walked downstairs.

Gregerson was standing in the doorway explaining something to his policemen.

The group of reporters was still outside, and even in order to prevent these reporters from entering, the police station specially dispatched some police officers to come.

They can't even be driven away easily, because if they do, these reporters will be able to publish the newspaper the next day and then accuse them of the police for misusing their power.

He seemed to sense something, and turned his head to look at Sherlock.

"I've already told my people to go to taxi companies all over the city to retrieve their files and data. It is ruled out that he is the driver of the black car, as long as he has a taxi driver's certificate, then he will definitely be able to be investigated. ”

Sherlock nodded, then walked past Gregson.

"Where are you going?" Gregerson asked.

"Go investigate something, and by tomorrow at the latest, I should give you an answer." Sherlock said.

Watson and Locke said goodbye to Gregerson and briskly followed Sherlock.

"Why didn't you let him help?" Watson said behind Sherlock, "We can't get into the Britannia Palace. ”

"He's just a little detective, and it's not that much." With his hands in his pockets, Sherlock walked quietly on the silent path, and then turned into an uninhabited alley.

Passing through the alley, he walked into an uninhabited alley and came to a sparsely populated street.

He stopped, then slowly raised his head and shouted around.

"I know you're spying on me, go back and tell that guy I want to see him!"

Locke looked around with some confusion, but didn't notice anyone.

He couldn't help but look at Watson on the side, who looked quite normal.

"Has he always been like this?"

Watson shrugged, "Sometimes that's the case. ”

Not only him, but Watson was also very confused.

"Who are you shouting?" Watson asked.

"Someone who can take us into the palace." Sherlock's eyes glistened with an inexplicable light.

"So what do we do now?" He asked again.

"Wait."

So they stood where they were. He waited for twenty minutes or so, until Watson couldn't wait to continue asking.

He saw a familiar black car driving from the end of the street.

Watson lowered his voice and said to Sherlock, "This is the man I told you. ”

Sherlock didn't reply, just silently watched as the car pulled in front of them.

Then, a person got out of the car, and it was the mysterious man Watson had seen before. He was still wearing a crisp suit, and his body was well groomed, and he looked like he had a natural sense of relaxation.

He straightened his clothes and turned to Sherlock.

"To be honest, I would prefer you to come to me at the usual time, rather than come to me every time you ask for me."

"I'm not asking for you." Sherlock said coldly to him, "This may be very important to you, this is the thing to save the world." ”

"Don't be so competitive." He looked at Sherlock helplessly, "Have you ever thought that we are actually in one camp?" ”

"Sorry, no." Sherlock said with an eyebrow raised.

"You're still cuter than you used to be." He whispered, "Before we have gained wisdom. Have you ever thought that we actually have a lot in common. This kind of bickering between us is so childish that it always hurts others. You know it makes Mom angry. ”

Hearing this, Watson frowned suspiciously.

"Did I her off?" Sherlock said displeasedly.

He looked into the eyes of the man across from him and said, "It's not me who makes her angry, Mycroft. ”

"Wait a minute!" Watson finally couldn't help but speak.

He looked at Sherlock in confusion, and then at McCroft, "Who's Mommy?" ”

"Mother. Our mother. Sherlock looked at Mycroft and said helplessly, "This is my brother, Mycroft." ”

Mycroft took a thermos from the car and handed it to Sherlock.

"That's what Mom asked me to teach you."

Watson seemed to be able to sense the resistance in Sherlock's eyes, which he had never seen before.

"I'm an adult." Sherlock complained, "Why drink such meaningless stuff?" ”

"It's not pointless." Mycroft shrugged his shoulders and said, "At least I've been drinking." I've been staying up late lately, but I'm in good health, and it should help a lot. ”

"What is this?" Locke asked curiously.

"I call it a magic potion." McCroft said.

"Our mother boiled a certain kind of Chinese medicine to replenish qi and blood, and you can grow taller if you drink it." Sherlock said.

Watson looked at Mycroft and Sherlock, the two tall men over 1.85 meters, "Then this thing is really useful." ”

"I'd rather believe in genes than if it was useful." Sherlock said.

Still, he took the thermos from McCroft.

Watson looked Mycroft up and down again, "I thought you were the head of some criminal organization." ”

Sherlock looked up at Mycroft, "Actually, it's pretty much the same. ”

"Oh my God." "I'm just a small clerk in the Britannian government. ”

"yes, little clerk." Sherlock scoffed.

After a pause, he said, "I don't have time to talk to you about these things, so don't talk nonsense." I know you know everything, take us to the palace. ”

He walked briskly over to the car, opened the door and walked inside.

Locke also hurriedly followed and opened the car door.

"So, what you said before about caring about him," Watson couldn't help but say, "it's all true?" ”

McCroft gave a look of confusion, but said anyway.

"Of course."

Watson tilted his head to the side speechlessly, then turned his head and complained, "That's too naïve." ”

McCroft shrugged, looked through the window at the people in the car, and whispered, "That's what he is." ”

He looked at Watson and said helplessly, "Can you imagine what our family's Christmas feast is like?" ”

Watson took a deep breath and got into the car as well.

McCroft stepped forward, opened the passenger door, and stepped on.

The car's engine rumbled and drove slowly towards the city center.

The car is quite spacious, but the three of them sitting in the back seat together are still a little crowded, so the three of them are a little uncomfortable.

McCroft sat in the passenger seat, with his back to the three, and suddenly spoke.

"Your name is Locke, right?"

Locke was startled, looked up, and met Mycroft's eyes from the rearview mirror hanging in the middle of the car.

His state at the moment was completely different from just now, his eyes were very sharp, and a pair of brown eyes seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts.

This gives Locke a feeling of being completely seen through from top to bottom. His heart sank slightly, but he nodded anyway.

"We've been aware of your presence for a long time." Mycroft spoke slowly.

Locke jerked his head up and opened his eyes slightly.

(End of chapter)