"Your father?" Sherlock frowned, "Who is your father?" ”

"yes." Sissi whispered, "Who is my father, I want to know too"

Sherlock raised his head slightly, his eyelids slightly tucked in, revealing a thoughtful expression.

Lisa slowly opened the car door and stepped into the car, she didn't say a word, as if she hadn't killed dozens of demons just now, but had gone out to buy a bottle of water when she was tired of driving.

Sherlock noticed that even her breathing was steady. After such a fierce battle, her breathing didn't even change much, which showed that this was far from her limit.

He had no doubt that as long as there were enough bullets, doubling the number of these monsters would not be a problem.

After the performance just now, everyone in the car looked at her differently.

However, her expression did not change in the slightest, her eyes were indifferent, like a hard block of ice, and her other expressions seemed to be revealed only to Akaxia.

The car restarted, mercilessly ran over the corpses of the monsters, and they left the street.

Although the monsters here were cleared, there were obviously some monsters surging in the rest of the streets, and at this time they finally saw the presence of the army.

The blazing fire lit up most of the sky, and it was an old-fashioned wooden house, which was flammable because it was made of mud mixed with wood and various forages.

Fire trucks and firefighting mechs are urgently dispatched to extinguish the fire.

And in the streets, they saw the corpses of many of those gargoyles-like monsters.

And as they went deeper, several huge monsters stood in front of them.

This monster has lost its life, and it is a monster about four meters tall, burly, muscular, and human-headed with a bull-headed body. Of course, its lower body is still a cow's hooves.

It had a bullring around its nose and a large axe in its hand, but it was now shattered. It looks very intimidating, but its death is very miserable. A large hole had been cut in its chest, along with other large wounds on its body. It looks like it was clearly a large-caliber munition blasted out.

This monster has just arrived in this world, and obviously has no obvious understanding of the military power of this world's second largest industrial power with a population of hundreds of millions.

In this world, about 50 percent of the GDP is occupied by two countries, Britannia occupies 20.5 percent, and Beichen occupies 29.5 percent.

The remaining 50 percent is divided between more than 100 countries around the world.

These are the two superpowers that did not appear in Char's time, and the vast land, abundant resources, and strong industrial capacity bring about a strong war capability.

Obviously, as soon as this monster encountered the army, it was directly poured into the powerful fire. Of course, this is also thanks to the information that Locke brings.

Mycroft had urgently mobilized all the arsenals and even the soldiers of these armies the night before, working overtime to engrave crosses on the ammunition to increase the damage to these demons.

Obviously, the effect is significant.

Lisa crossed the monsters and soon came to Baker Street. They stopped at the door of 221b. Luckily, the flames around didn't spread to this side.

Sherlock quickly got out of the car, and Watson followed, and they made their way up the stairs before pushing the door open.

The moment he entered the room, as if sensing something, Sherlock immediately ducked to the side.

"Peng!"

A flash of fire flashed in the darkness, and a bullet grazed Sherlock's shoulder.

"Mrs. Hudson!" Sherlock looked at Mrs. Hudson, who was hiding behind the couch in the darkness with a trembling hand holding a gun, "It's me, Sherlock!" ”

Hudson breathed a sigh of relief, she slowly stood up and patted her chest, "I'm scared to death, I thought it was those things from outside running in." ”

She stepped forward quickly and looked at Sherlock worriedly, "Honey, I just missed you, did I?" ”

"I've always been flexible." Sherlock said.

"I've said it many times, my dear, knock on the door when you enter." It's good that you don't hit, and if you do, you'll die. ”

"Sorry, we're in a hurry." Watson said, "Are you alright?" ”

"I'm okay, it's just that the windows are broken." Hudson said.

Sherlock raised an eyebrow, and he hurried to the living room, where he saw that the window had been shattered, and the glass had spilled all over the floor, and even the window frames had fallen on the carpet.

A gargoyle fell to the ground, a shot in the forehead, and blood stained the carpet red.

Gregerson came in from behind, and he apparently saw the gargoyle as well, and he looked at Mrs. Hudson in astonishment.

"You killed you?"

"Of course." Mrs. Hudson said, raising the revolver in her hand, "Sherlock asked me to carve some crosses into the bullet last night, saying that there might be some trouble today. ”

She looked at the gargoyle on the ground and muttered, "It's just that the carpet is stained with blood, and it's not easy to wash." ”

"Just change it, I'll pay for it." Sherlock said.

He looked at the gargoyle on the ground and complimented, "Well done, ma'am." ”

Gregson, who had just been almost killed by these gargoyles, looked at the monsters on the ground in disbelief.

He couldn't help but ask this thin, seventy-year-old woman who looked like she was going to catch her breath when she climbed the stairs, and who was very kind and kind to anyone.

"How did you kill it?"

"When it rushed in, I pointed my gun at it and opened fire." Hudson said.

"One shot to the head?"

"Don't make such a fuss." Sherlock pulled the curtain up and blocked the window, "Mrs. Hudson's husband is a drug lord, and she may have held a gun longer than you." ”

Gregerson opened his eyes and looked at Hudson.

"He's already in prison." Hudson added.

"The key evidence I gave." Sherlock said again.

Gregerson nodded, he looked at the revolver in Hudson's hand, "Do you have a license to carry this gun?" ”

"Don't worry, this one has it." Hudson said confidently.

Gregson's eyebrows relaxed slightly, but suddenly, as if he sensed something was wrong, he turned his head sharply to look at Hudson.

"This one?"

"It's not normal for old people to like to collect some knick-knacks, and my mother likes to collect buttons."

Sherlock picked up a pen and began to write on the map on the side of the living room.

He marked the original six-pointed star on the map, and then the location of Sissi's poisoning. Then, he stared at the map and frowned and began to think.

"Isn't this button a conceptual thing?" Gregerson complained.

However, he was also attracted by what he drew on the map, and he put the episode behind him for the time being. He apparently recognized the location on the map, as he had done the same case. He looked at the six-pointed star, as if he realized something, and lost his mind.

"What does that going on out there have to do with this case?"

"Shut up!" Sherlock exclaimed.

Gregerson closed his mouth in amusement. I don't know if I'm used to it, Gregerson asked himself if he didn't have a good temper, he was already angry with ordinary people like this, but he felt normal with this person.

Sherlock was now completely immersed in his own world, he muttered.

"There must be a few known points that are real, and this ritual began after that person committed suicide, so the points of the palace are real.

He could have put the palace in the front, but he still did it in the back, even though he knew it would draw the attention of the secret department.

In addition to the suicide element, timing and sequence are determining factors.

The prostitute is also real, and he even risks exposure by finding an assistant to kill the person at that point in time

If it was a smoke bomb, he could have done it himself, it would have been cleaner and more realistic."

Suddenly, Sherlock turned his head sharply to look at Locke, and an unknown light danced in his eyes.

"I think we know where we really are." (End of chapter)