"And beyond that. You should have saved up for a long time to get the vacation, the clothes you wear are still newly bought, and it must be rare to have the leisure and leisure of shopping, but I just received an assignment, which must have been issued by the great pope called Ortido, and now I have a little bit of a knot, and he is the only one.

You arrived in London the day before yesterday, had a very rich dinner, there was still undried mayonnaise on the collar, tearing a large piece of steak, otherwise it would be difficult to get the soup to that place, and then happened to encounter a snowstorm, helplessly stayed in a good hotel, the pillow was very soft, and the hair was not pressed out of shape. Oh, there are traces of pulling on the belt buckle, and such a strong buckle can be torn out of the mark, which shows how anxious you were at that time, did you order a lady dressed up to show off your company?

This is normal, I finally have a holiday, and if you don't have fun in time, it doesn't fit your style of doing things at all, but you don't seem to last too long, let me look at your expression, two minutes. It doesn't seem like it's, that's three minutes."

"Enough!"

Sherlock said this, he didn't deliberately slow down his speech, let alone take the initiative to stop, in fact, what he said made it difficult for Victor to follow the train of thought, and he was stunned after listening to it for less than ten seconds, until the sharp and harsh word 'three minutes' entered his ears, and he jerked it to stop.

"Oh, it looks like it's been about three minutes." Sherlock nodded thoughtfully, as if to say, 'It's not too embarrassing for someone who hasn't touched a woman for a long time'

Captain Victor adjusted his breathing to make himself appear a little calmer: "Well, I'll admit that your observation skills are not bad. ”

"Thank you, I'm a detective, and the chase order for you should have been written, of course, you probably just looked at the photos."

"For a dying person, I don't want to know too much about you." Victor didn't want to waste any more time, he began to walk towards Sherlock, and made some subtle movements in his hands, and it could be seen that he habitually wanted to summon his contract demon, but maybe he thought that this was in London, or maybe this narrow corridor was not suitable for summoning demons, in short, he dismissed this idea.

He is a second-order contractor, and he is a holy cult army that has been fighting on the front line of the hell gate for a long time, and it is true that there is no need to summon contract creatures to kill a small miscellaneous fish in the first stage.

And that's when .

"Please wait a minute."

"Huh." Victor smiled contemptuously: "You should know that begging for mercy is useless. ”

"No, no, no." Sherlock waved his hand, "Let's go outside, it's a public place." ”

These words made Captain Victor frown, and then finally realized what was going on, and laughed from the bottom of his heart.

"Hahaha——— I see, it seems that your so-called reasoning ability doesn't let you see that I'm a second-order contractor, right?"

It was indeed a very annoying thing to be seen to have too much privacy, but at this moment, his mood finally eased a little.

Because he felt that the detective on the other side called Fuzel seemed to be hoping to struggle for a while.

Still delusional, can there be such a process of 'fighting' with yourself?

This is undoubtedly a joke. Because there is no such thing as a 'fight' between the contractors, most of the time, it is a meeting with each other, and then the higher class pulls off the lower level's head, and the encounter is over. It's such a simple matter of a few seconds, and there is no 'fighting' at all, because there is no room for 'fighting' between the two sides.

Actually, Sherlock really didn't see that the other party was a second-order contractor, and it was not easy to determine such things as first-order and second-order reasoning alone, but he didn't think there was much difference.

The reason why he didn't want to fight here was mainly because he couldn't find a place to live recently, and he had to stay here for a few days, and if he made too much noise, he was kicked out of the library, and then he was blacklisted or something, but he would lose a lot of money.

Captain Victor was very satisfied with the other party's small negligence in reasoning, and at the same time was also very satisfied with the other party's proposal: "Well, it is indeed not good to destroy public property, compared to killing you, spraying blood on a wall in a public place is indeed more troublesome." ”

This kind of contemptuous speech seemed to him to be very stylish.

Sherlock didn't care what the other party was making up in his head, anyway, he didn't rush over like a sick boar and just fight with himself.

So, the two men who were supposed to shoot the hammer at the first sight of the two people actually walked towards the back of the library one after the other.

Murder cannot be done at the main gate.

And along the way, Captain Victor inevitably noticed a strange place

It was in the hallway that he saw a lot of crumbling rubble and cracked floors. Several of them had sunk into the ground for a full five centimeters, as if something extremely heavy had smashed the ground hard.

It wasn't long ago that Moran learned that his master was in danger, and he ran too fast and accidentally kicked it out with his foot.

But unfortunately, Captain Victor didn't think that way.

Returning from the battlefield to a city like London quickly slackened his sense of battle, as a Saintly Army soldier fighting on the front line, he only instinctively felt that this was a bit strange, but he was extremely derelict in his duties, and attributed these pits to the renovation of this building, or the product of recent construction.

Anyway, soon, the two of them came to a place that looked like a back door.

Sherlock pushed the door open, and the snow drifted in, and outside was a very narrow side street, with walls on the other side that were more than a man high, but inside there seemed to be a private garden or something.

"Well, it doesn't look like it's a good fit here," Sherlock began.

Captain Victor was obviously a little impatient, and this attitude of the other party was only the most clumsy delay in his opinion:

"I said, we've wasted too much time, you should know that no one can save you today"

Before he could finish speaking, he kicked open the door on the opposite side and made a 'please' gesture:

"Just die here, don't pick one!"

At the same time, in the villa in that small courtyard, His Highness the Holy Son finally came out of the repair solution, and the injuries on his body had recovered within a few hours, and in the next few days, a few more soaks should be able to repair the damage to a minimum.

He was standing in front of a floor-to-ceiling mirror, letting Moran serve him and dress.

"I don't want to admit it, but that guy saved my life after all, and I always have to express some gratitude to him." Moriarty muttered.

"Your personal visit is the most glorious gift to him."

Moran habitually said that, in her opinion, it was not a compliment, but an absolute fact.

suddenly

"Bang dang!" A sound came from the garden, leaving Moriarty and Moran stunned.

"What's going on?" He asked, confused.

"Uh" Moran was also a little puzzled: "It seems that someone is kicking the back door."

(It's almost 7000 words, hand over the ticket!!) ）

(End of chapter)