The night in London is as dark as ever, and even the sunniest weather is darkened by the fog, and some children, who are seven or eight years old, think that the moonlight is actually reddish.

At the back of the Oaklanddo Cathedral, there is a very inconspicuous small door, hidden in a flower bed, covered with moss, which seems to have never been opened, and even the church gardener will subconsciously forget about it.

And now, the door had not been opened for a long time, and a tall maid accompanied her master into the shadows behind the door.

And just behind the British Library, there is a door that does not open often.

Maybe it's a coincidence, or maybe it's intentional, but the two doors are so close together that they almost touch each other when they are open to each other

Moran held a keychain and closed the wooden door of the church, then used one of the keys to open the back door of the library.

And so, she went all the way, and Moriarty followed her, without talking to each other.

In most cases, the owner is accustomed to keeping a kind of silence, but it is very miraculous that it does not make people feel withdrawn, and even if he speaks, it can often win a person's favor in a few words, and build a great deal of trust for no reason.

Moran had comprehended this strange personality charm when he first met the other party, and the not tall man in front of him seemed to know himself better than all the people in the whole world combined in just five minutes, if it weren't for knowing that the other party was not a contractor, she even felt that she was being affected by some kind of abyss ability.

And after many years of getting along, Moran finally knew that this kind of personality charm was only the extremely inconspicuous one among the countless talents of the other party

No one has been able to read all the textbooks of the Imperial Mechanical Academy in a month and have integrated them.

No one can be awarded the Leibniz Award for Outstanding Contribution at the age of 15.

No one can mentally calculate the root of the 13th to the 300-digit number in a minute; No one could find 71 loopholes in the Empire's current laws in a week; No one can tell which direction has the weakest logistical supply lines just by looking at the strategic map; No one can leave an entire Academy of Life Sciences researchers speechless with a four-page paper, no one can complete a global dissection of a large demon on their own, and no one can read the entire Gospel of Light in four hours and memorize every punctuation mark in it.

Moran didn't even quite understand the meaning of some of these terms, but she knew that no one could do any of the above.

Except for their own masters.

Moreover, these things seem to be only the part of the countless things that his master has done, which can be known to himself, after all, it is impossible for a Holy Son of the Holy See to touch these things in his true identity, and how many shocking achievements there are in his countless false identities.

In short, it was hard for her to imagine what her master could not do.

But as he became an adult, he seemed to like solitude, thinking, and silence more and more, and although he was able to perfectly interpret his expression into the most natural one, every time Moran saw his gentle smile, he would catch a trace of fear in the deepest part of his eyes.

That kind of fear with a little sadness, helplessness, and sadness.

This is a kind of spiritual perception that she can only have after more than 20 years of accompanying the other party, but to this day, she still doesn't know where this fear comes from

The British Library closes at 10 p.m. every night, so at this time, the whole building is extremely quiet, except for the sound of footsteps echoing in the corridors.

Soon, the two came to a very marginal corridor, and the maiden servant took out a key from the keychain, inserted it into a secret door in the wall, and turned it slowly.

Just listen to the "click". The door opened.

"Since thirty-two years ago, this room has been used as a storage place for the most precious books in the library, the surrounding walls and door materials are specially refined by the mechanical institute, which requires the joint efforts of special furnaces and some contractors to produce, the annual output is less than a thousand tons, it is the hardest material in the empire at this stage, the sound insulation and heat resistance effect is excellent, and the door lock is the oldest plug and bolt style, that is, no one can open it outside without a key."

She said respectfully, just to tell her master that you are absolutely safe here.

Moriarty nodded, as the only picture book of hell in the entire world, it did deserve this treatment.

So, he told the other party to wait at the door, and he went into the room and closed the door. And pulled the deadbolt.

The whole room is very small, there are no windows and any ventilation facilities, but it is magically not stuffy, extremely simple tables and chairs, without any complicated decorations, just suitable for reading.

Moriarty walked to the row of bookshelves on the wall, his gaze swept over the scattered books, and finally, landed on the crudely crudely covered page.

He exhaled deeply, then pulled a necklace from his pocket and hung it on his chest.

The pendant of the necklace is a small glass bottle that contains some kind of crystalline liquid. It was Holy Dew.

The dew collected from the morning leaves of the holy city of Jerusalem is stored in the sanctuary for the devout worship, and finally the 12 high priests chant and pray for a whole month, giving it as much power as possible.

Such a drop of dew, as long as it is worn, can make most demons avoid it, after spilling out, even if it comes into contact with a large demon, it can burn through its body all the way, purified clean, and the yield is very rare, generally only people above the level of the Pope are qualified to wear it, and only at the most critical moment, they are willing to use it.

After all, it's so precious.

So after this. Mr. Moriarty pulled out another bottle the size of a water glass

Twisted the lid open, poured the holy dew inside into the palm of his hand, carefully scrubbed every finger between, poured out some more, tapped it into his eyes, then washed his face again, and finally poured the remaining half of the bottle into his stomach in one fell swoop.

It's refreshing, sweet, and tastes pretty good

It was only then that he finally closed his eyes, slowly reached for the rough picture book, and picked it up.

The Divine Comedy.

Such a book that makes people fall into madness at a glance makes Moriarty have to be prepared for everything, in fact, even so, he does not dare to guarantee that he is safe, if Moran knows that he is doing such a dangerous thing, he may fight for the following crimes, and drag himself out of the house.

However. Moriarty needs to read this book. He has reasons that cannot be avoided!

He slowly opened his eyes, and for the first time his gaze fell on its dark yellow leather.

The rough texture, the twisted handwriting on the cover, the wind and sand of hell, and the solemn atmosphere that no one has touched for more than 30 years, even if it has not been opened, an inexplicable sense of oppression has come to the face.

Just when he was blown away by the momentum contained in the book

"Huh?"

Moriarty frowned suddenly.

Because he found that in the lower left corner of the book, there was a little bit of an upward movement.

This kind of leather book is certainly different from paper printing, and the twists and turns of the pages do not last long, and they will be restored within two or three hours.

So this represents

The book has just been flipped

(End of chapter)