Dim, noisy, chaotic, drunk, and writhing white flower bodies not far away.

Of all these elements, taking out any one of them is enough to make anyone lose the ability to perceive the things around them, and when they are combined, it is estimated that if someone next to them shoots them, they may be ignored.

Not to mention the crevice that appeared quietly, less than a centimeter wide, and a spike that suddenly burst out.

However, at this moment, Sherlock's confused eyes did not change, nor did his expression change at all, but he naturally turned his head to the side.

At the same time, just listen to "Smack!" With a bang, a wine glass slammed into the spikes that suddenly appeared, shattering directly into fragments, and the spikes immediately retracted into the crack and disappeared without a trace.

Sherlock turned his head slightly in surprise and looked at Watson, realizing that the other was looking at him with the same eyes.

It is estimated that this doctor was surprised, how could this guy in front of him be in such an environment, and instantly perceive the danger after coming to him, and avoid it so lightly.

And Sherlock was also surprised, how could a guy like Watson, who had been keeping his eyes open, hit a silent spike so accurately in such a dim light?

Anyway, the two of them looked at each other for a moment, both surprised by each other's acumen and skill, and didn't even pay attention to this assassination that would occur for some unknown reason.

Of course, it is impossible to really ignore it completely, and the void cracks have appeared, proving that the assassin is a contractor, so you have to respect it anyway.

Sherlock tilted his head and drank the rest of the wine, while Watson tacitly pulled out a few pounds and put them on the table.

"No need to look for it."

With that, he and Sherlock got up, squeezed through the dense crowd, and walked towards the door.

"Do you have an enemy?" Watson asked as he walked.

"There are some, but as far as I know, they're either dead or don't dare to provoke me." Sherlock couldn't help but wonder why he suddenly became the target of the Contractor's assassination.

And in the next second, he seemed to have found the answer...... Because over the years, he has not provoked so many contractors, and he can think of it with a little investigation.

Badr ...... A deacon of the Inquisition Division who had just died at his own hands not long ago.

Nine times out of ten, it has something to do with him;

But doesn't that mean that the case will stain the majesty of the Holy See, so the fewer people who know about it, the better...... Casually, as a clergyman of the Holy See, Deacon Badr must have his own cronies or dependents, and it is understandable that there are one or two radicals among them, who want to avenge their masters regardless of it, and in their eyes, Sherlock is a civilian detective without any background, and it is too normal to kill him to vent his anger.

Just thought of this!

Suddenly, the space in front of him was torn open again, and a spike stabbed out and went straight to his forehead, but Sherlock shook his body and avoided it again.

"A manipulative contractor, the frontal combat effectiveness is not strong, but the stealth is extremely high, and he is good at assassination." Watson muttered quietly.

"It's in a crowd, and the handling distance is probably about 10 meters." Sherlock added casually, then turned a corner and walked towards a denser part of the crowd.

Watson followed beside him, hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Maybe I shouldn't bother you at this time, but the door is over there, why are we walking around in circles?" ”

"I'm looking for someone." Sherlock said, his eyes constantly scanning the crowd and the chaotic light and shadow, and every scene was like a cut data source, automatically analyzed and organized in his brain.

[5 meters away, male, about 45 years old, drank 7 glasses of wine, not him]

[Passing by, female, less than 18 years old, veteran in love, likes money, not her]

[3 meters away at the wine table, female, about 70 years old, widowed, looking for a young body, it's not her]

The head of everyone who enters the line of sight seems to be automatically marked with their own information, and Sherlock's walking route in the crowd is also extremely subtle, using the change of light and darkness, as well as the obstruction of the sideline facilities, he can judge whether he is in the assassin's field of vision, and even sometimes sell a few flaws to attract the other party's shot, so as to reverse reason and determine the other party's location.

Finally, when he dodged another sudden assassination, his eyes swept to a man in the crowd!

This person is wearing a very ordinary coat, standing on the collar, 35 years old, with a slightly crooked mouth, sitting alone at the wine table and sipping wine, whether it is aura, image, or even the action of drinking, it is integrated with the surrounding atmosphere.

No one will notice such a passerby......

However, Sherlock vividly remembers that about two minutes earlier, the man had been sitting at an adjacent table, chatting and laughing with a drunken lady.

"Found it." Sherlock Road.

Watson was stunned, could he really find it? ...... But he didn't ask too much, and followed Sherlock's line of sight.

At this moment, the middle-aged man who was drinking just raised his head, and his gaze crossed the gap in the chaotic crowd, and met his gaze towards him for a moment.

It was just a moment that both sides were sure of the meaning of that gaze.

Next second! The man didn't say a word, just got up and ran.

And before that, Sherlock had already taken the lead and rushed straight into the crowd!

He rushed so resolutely, completely ignoring the feelings of the people around him, directly knocked away several men and women who were immersed in drunkenness in front of him, overturned I don't know how many wine glasses, in such a dense place, the speed was able to lift his windbreaker, and then a huge leap, just stepped on the back of a drunkard who was desperately shaking on the woman, and the sudden downward pressure made the pair of men and women let out a scream that I don't know whether it was happiness or pain!

At this scene, Watson who watched it was stunned in place,

He seemed to be startled for a moment, and then suddenly came back to his senses.

"Hehe~ interesting."

He chuckled a little, his smile still contained some strange excitement and anticipation, and the next moment suddenly there was an incomparably stretched leap, in the restless light, turned into a residual image, and chased forward.

......

In the night, the heavy iron gate "Knock! "Bang! Once again, the noise vanished for a moment, replaced by howling winds and humid air.

On the long silent street, only a few hammered street lamps flickered, the old steam pipes sizzled from time to time, and the moonlight could not penetrate the gloom over London, everything was like a dark painting that had been precipitated for an unknown number of years.

There was no one, and that person was long gone.

Soon, Watson pushed open the door and walked out, and he looked around, but found no trace.

In fact, from the time that person was found to the time he chased him out, there may have been a difference of a few seconds before and after, and in such a short period of time, that person disappeared without a trace, this ability to hide his whereabouts really surprised Watson:

"I lost it, I think he's a powerful guy."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Sherlock beside him looking at him with a very strange look.

"What's wrong?" Watson asked.

Sherlock lit a cigarette unhurriedly: "We just met, you may not know me, in my career, there is no such thing as 'missing'. ”

With that, he walked towards an alley across the long street......