Moriarty watched this scene silently, what kind of girl Moran is, he naturally knows.

Although Sherlock was silent, although from the previous encounter, he could see that this girl had extremely terrifying lethality, but he was still a little surprised, because he found that if this girl wanted to kill herself, then she should not have run away.

As for Victor. He froze in place, confusion and fear sweeping through his body in an indescribable way, and before he could figure out what was going on, the repercussions of the tragic death of the contract creature rushed into the depths of his consciousness, interrupting all his thoughts!

"Amount"

"Uhh————hh

“.”

He began to moan in pain, but after a few seconds, the pain of his soul being torn apart made him unable to make a sound, but his eyes, ears, nostrils, hair roots, every pore, began to ooze blood, and almost instantly turned him into a bloody person.

He popped and collapsed to the ground.

And the girl happened to pass by him, and without even looking at him, she put her hands in front of her, like a quiet servant, until she stood beside her master again, and at last her expression changed.

Because there was a drop of blood stuck to the corner of the bespectacled man's clothes.

I saw a trace of panic flash in the eyes of the maiden servant, and quickly wiped away the drop of blood, and only after seeing that its master waved his hand indifferently did he put his mind at ease, and then glanced at Victor who was kneeling on the ground and almost dying in pain.

This was the first time the girl had ever looked at him.

Disgusting, disdainful, disgusted, like watching a maggot that has been accidentally stepped on and splashed with a stomach full of disgusting thick juice.

But with such a momentary look, Victor couldn't even understand it, he could no longer bear the extreme pain caused by the backlash, and passed out directly

"How could you provoke such a guy?" Moriarty asked.

"I'm a detective, and it's normal to offend a few people." Sherlock Road.

"It's a lot of work."

"Oh yes." Sherlock hesitated for a moment, but still reminded: "I know that you are a person with status, but I don't know much about the Holy See, and I don't know how much weight your identity is. Merely. The person behind this guy may be a pope, and if you feel that you can't stand it, you'd better run away. ”

Sherlock's tone was so sincere that Moriarty couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

For so many years, he had never heard anyone speak to him in such a worried tone, not even Moran, because his identity was naturally supreme, and the supreme person must not be worried, and even showing worry is a denial of his own ability and status.

Not to mention letting yourself run away!

So, he shouted a little annoyed: "I don't need to worry about you! ”

This time it made Sherlock frown, what kind of temper does this guy have, what is he yelling at

Since you don't let it go, then it's okay to leave it alone.

Sherlock took the opportunity to turn his gaze to Moran on the side, the maiden servant had been very quiet without moving, and even Victor was watching it for once.

But since she walked out of the villa door, her lowered gaze has always swept over Sherlock, intentionally or unintentionally, as if she had always felt uneasy if she had let her master get too close to this guy.

"Miss Moran." Sherlock suddenly said, "Can I ask you a question?" ”

“？？？” Moran frowned slightly, he didn't expect the other party to ask him questions.

So he turned his head sideways and cast an inquiring glance at his master, and when he saw him nodding, he responded, "Please speak."

"You're a contractor, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"What level?"

"Level three." Moran replied.

In the afternoon of the same day, the heavy snow finally showed a tendency to decrease a little.

The battle in the back garden, which lasted only a few seconds, did not attract anyone's attention.

Just a flash, a demon that had evolved to the second stage was torn apart by Moran in an unstoppable way.

Literally torn

I have to say that this maiden servant turned out to be the most powerful person Sherlock had ever seen in his life. Thinking back to the previous encounter in the corridor, he was glad again that he had done nothing to the little man, otherwise, the angry maid would have directly broken herself to pieces.

As for the demon's corpse, Moriarty certainly couldn't have kept it in his sight.

In the same way, the retired soldier named Victor is not qualified to pollute the environment in the garden where he temporarily lives.

So, both of these things were thrown out.

As for where it was thrown, no one cared, not even whether the contracted person who had been attacked was dead or alive.

It wasn't until two more days later, when the snow finally stopped, that Victor's dying body was finally seen by a passer-by on the banks of the Thames, and it was considered lucky to have picked up a life.

Forehead. It doesn't have to be lucky.

At night, in the Grosvenor House Hotel, one of the best hotels in London, the Pope is still lying on the comfortable sofa, and the cold outside the window and the warm temperature difference inside make him very comfortable.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Grand Pope Ortido looked disgruntled, he didn't like to be disturbed while he was enjoying himself.

Fortunately, he hesitated, but still said softly: "Come in." ”

Then the door opened, and his valet entered respectfully.

"What's the matter?"

"Master, your death warrant has been dispatched, and it is the one named Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes detective, do you remember? ”

The Pope frowned, thought for a while, and finally found the name in his memory.

"Oh, there's still some impressions, what's wrong?"

"A Holy Cult soldier who returned from the front accepted the execution order, but failed."

"Oh?" Pope Ortido was a little surprised, but he still didn't know what his dependents were going to say, if he failed, he would fail, and there was not only one execution order, so naturally someone would take that person's life again.

"So what do you want to say?" He asked in a deep voice impatiently.

"Although the Holy Cult soldier failed, he did not die, and our people have already contacted him just now, and learned that his contract demon was killed by someone's maid, which caused him to suffer a serious backlash. Two hours earlier, the soldier had woken up and, in his difficult self-report, had mentioned the maid's name. ”

"And then?" His Holiness the Pope is still unaware of the seriousness of the matter.

Until the nun took a deep breath and spoke slowly.

He said. In his coma, he faintly heard someone calling the maid Moran. ”

"Moran?" Pope Ortido repeated the name several times with some impatience.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, his eyes that had been hanging down widened suddenly, and his airway was like a sudden encounter with extremely severe asthma, and he let out an indescribable strange scream

He swooped up from the couch: "Moran. Moran??! ”

He's a pope, and he's one of the most advanced theocracy in the top tier of the archbishops, so of course he knows what the name means.

"! What the hell did that bastard soldier do?" He yelled, and then immediately asked the nun at the door, "Did he mention my name!" ”

An invincible pope seems to have suddenly turned into a lamb watched by wolves: "Also, did that guy hurt anyone, doesn't care who it is, did he hurt anyone?!" ”

"Probably not, that man's demon was killed almost instantly, and there shouldn't be time for anything else." The maid was also extremely flustered, but she tried her best to prevent her trembling from showing under the long skirt of the nun's dress.

Hearing this, Pope Ortido finally breathed a sigh of relief, and he sat back on the sofa sweating profusely.

"Check out the soldier's old background for me, and clean up all the clues that can be related to me! Including the people involved! At this moment, he was very glad that he was not in the habit of signing the execution warrant.

"Yes!" The nun replied solemnly: "But the Pope. That rest of the death warrant. Do you want to recycle? ”

"What recycling? What death warrant? That stuff has nothing to do with me at all, I've never posted that thing! We've lived here since we came to London, and we've never even left the door!! The Pope roared and waved his fat arms.

The nun at the door stood upright and said in a trembling voice, "But if that is called Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes's detectives, and. What should someone do when they mention you? ”

"What?!" The Pope seemed even more angry: "What do you mean, you mean, that bastard detective knows that I want to kill him?!"

Fart!

He's a civilian, how can he know what I'm doing?

In his field of vision, there is no possibility of my existence at all, and he doesn't even know why a front-line soldier who wants to take his dog's life suddenly appeared!

And do you want to say that the commoner knows His Highness the Holy Son?! ”

Grand Pope Ortido stood up, approached the nun step by step, and then slapped the other party in the face with great anger, and the nun shook her body and quickly stood up straight again.

"Put away your unrealistic thoughts. An ant can never touch the clouds in the sky!

That stupid soldier must have stumbled into a mistake and angered His Highness, so he suffered a little punishment, because he was stupid, because he was unlucky!

This matter has nothing to do with that insignificant detective!

No!!!! ”

(5000 words today, I know you will say that I am short, so I will try to code as many words as possible, thank you for your tickets and tips.) ）

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