The flames in the fireplace crackled, and Sherlock, who had simply covered himself with a thick woolen coat, slowly opened his eyes.

His brown pupils, almost amber, slowly focused and sharpened.

With a deep, hard inhaled breath, Sherlock squeaked up from his rocking chair.

He got up and boiled himself a glass of water with a trembling hand using the chemical instrument on the table. It had only burned to thirty or forty degrees, and he had just removed the cold of the winter morning, and he added three full spoonfuls of honey to it.

After a drink, he closed his eyes in silence and stood with his back straight.

He seemed to be savoring the taste of the honey water, and it was as if he was recovering his strength quickly.

It took a while for him to slowly open his eyes. The always unhurried Sherlock Hermes has finally returned completely.

"Why am I number three?"

He muttered in a low voice, "Aside from the 'Bone Eagle', who else can have higher points than me?" Fox, or coco? ”

After thinking about it for a while, I kept this doubt in my heart.

He immediately began to think about another thing:

"In that scene just now, who did that pale and thin hand belong to? And who is that fat man?

"The mirages that will be displayed at checkout must be important scenes related to the mission. And it's in the order in which they happened. The suicide of the 'fox' sealed our victory, and that happened afterward......

"Is that fat man the murderer? So, to whom does the white hand belong? ”

There are only two possible people.

Either bone carving or cocoa. Both are likely to ...... None of their faces appear in the frame.

But considering that "The Fox" has two pictures, that is to say that his points may be higher than Sherlock. Then if you count cocoa, the location is not enough.

That is to say, the person who gets the most points for the "Kill the Murderer" task is most likely a bone carving.

- What a dangerous person.

With the first energy level, you can skip the level and kill the demon scholar of the second energy level...... His other path, I'm afraid the level will be very high.

"Lars Graham ......"

Sherlock muttered under his breath, pulling out a file from the cabinet behind him.

The light in his house is average, the space is cramped, and the ventilation is not good. The smell of a chemical agent mixed with dust reverberated in the air, and the shelves and tables were littered with ritual materials, books, and various dossiers.

It looked confusing, but he actually knew where different things were placed. At least he can easily find it himself.

He pulled out the file, walked to the window, squinted his eyes and read it.

"Born on February 29, 1824...... I'm 74 years old. ”

Iris Man, born in the small town of Sigville. His father was a baker and his mother was a seamstress.

"At the age of 14, he began to learn carving with the master Albert Adelaid, and at the age of 18, he embarked on the path of beauty. At the age of 23, Master A.A. died and was recommended to study at the University of Cité. At the age of 28, he was hired as a tutor by the University of the Cité.

"At the age of 34, he opened his first sculpture exhibition, at the age of 38 he began to be called a master, and at the age of 46 he became the deputy dean of the Faculty of Arts of the University of Cité......"

Sherlock muttered under his breath, quickly checking the information at hand.

Then his gaze focused on the middle of the third page:

“…… In 1893, he was invited to Avalon to carve an icon for Queen Sophia. This work was completed in February 1896.

“…… In 1895, he became a distinguished professor of art at the Divinity School of the Law University of Wangli, teaching 'general knowledge of aesthetics'. This service was dismissed in June 1898. ”

Five years ago, he traveled from Iris to Avalon to carve icons for the Queen, who had a premonition of his imminent death. That was his last job.

Three years ago...... Before the iconostasis was completed, he began to teach aesthetic classes at seminaries. And only taught for three years.

Even though the image was only fleeting.

But Sherlock could see clearly that the white girl ghost was wearing a seminary uniform.

“…… Interesting. ”

Although there are still missing persons to be examined, they are now eight or nine years old.

This person is a hassle to deal with. As an international public figure, or a foreigner...... Definitive evidence is required for a conviction. And I am afraid that it can only be punished by expulsion.

But if it can be verified that he has embarked on the path of twilight, perhaps it will be much easier to deal with.

"The bone carving is not moving for the time being, the fox ......"

Sherlock muttered under his breath, "Who are you?" ”

The report to Her Majesty the Queen is not in a hurry to write.

He had to verify the information given by the fox first, and then judge the fox's position based on the results.

So Sherlock thought for a moment, sat down at the table, and wrote. It was a map of Lloyd's, and he was calculating the location of the abandoned chemical plant.

Then, Sherlock suddenly picked up the phone on the table and spun the heavy dial on the phone with one hand.

The phone rang twice and was picked up immediately.

"Good morning, Edward."

So Sherlock clipped the microphone to his neck and continued to draw on the map, saying at a very fast pace, "My dear fellow, I hope you've woken up—I mean, not by me, but by your own accord." yes, I've got something to look for you — yes, it's troublesome. So I need your help, it's urgent. Please come to me immediately, I can treat you to breakfast, you can choose the place.

"- Yes, in Lloyd's. It's called 'Brotherhood of Sweaters', do you have any impressions? ”

At this moment.

Red Queens, Office of the Inspectorate.

Inspector General Edward Moriarty is picking up the phone with his white-gloved left hand.

He has short, pure black hair that is neatly combed back. On the slightly angular face, the black eyes are as deep as an abyss.

Compared to his younger siblings, Edward's appearance was much more ordinary. His cheekbones are slightly high and his face is square. It gives people a sense of righteousness and awe-inspiring.

He reclined into his seat, dressed in the Inspector's signature black suit, which resembled a mourning gown. He had a strong physique, so strong that he could easily fit a suit. The thick jacket only reached to the waist, and the bottom was slim black trousers and black leather shoes. He had a white handkerchief in his breast pocket, a white glove on his left hand, and nothing on his right hand. The knuckles and bones are unusually clear, giving a sense of strength.

Edward looked unpleasant, but he didn't hang up.

After all, this is his best friend, his classmate...... His most reliable old partner.

Inspector Moriarty's gloveless right hand slowly touched the paper.

There was a long list of names on it—that meant "to be inspected."

"Sweater Brotherhood ......"

Edward muttered in a low voice, squinting as he recalled, "I've heard the name, but I'm not impressed. ”

His voice was deep and magnetic,

"That's supposed to be a gang of strangulation parties. They were called by this name because when they were poor, they relied on the help of the mother of the current chief, and each of them made a set of sweaters with a similar pattern. Later, they came out as a gang, and they used this sweater as the name of the organization.

"What, they messed with you? Or do you want to buy them into doing things for you? ”

According to reliable sources, they may be related to the people behind the Pelican Bar. And I got information about where they gathered. ”

On the other end of the microphone, Sherlock's somewhat distorted voice was heard, "So I invite you to investigate with me." I do have some concerns that if this information is true, then there is a danger that could kill me. ”

Hearing this, Edward's brows furrowed slightly.

At the bottom of his black pupils, there was a dazzling silver-white light that gradually gathered and shone brightly.

"Really?"

Edward said in a deep voice, "You know, who are behind them. ”

"Sixty percent. After all, I haven't had time to verify it yet. Sherlock replied.

"Sixty percent of yours is already very high, Hermes. I believe in you. ”

"Then meet at my house, Inspector General. Bring your pistol and white gloves. ”

"Okay, I'll see you later."

Edward said crisply, and hung up the phone.

He pinned a beautiful white dagger to his waist and hung two elven-style silver daggers.

Edward then took out the white whistle necklace on his collar and blew it vigorously.

The white whistle made no sound, but after a while, the sound of a griffin flapping its wings could be heard outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

He opened the window and let in his black griffon mount and let it eat first.

After eating, he prepared to ride the griffon to Sherlock's house.

At that moment, there was a knock on his office door.

"—report to Deputy Assad."

Edward let out a cold voice: "Go to the Red Lady for material approval." I'm going to go out. ”

"It's me, Edward."

The soft, soft-spoken voice of his adoptive father, James Moriarty, came from the doorway.

Edward's eyebrows furrowed, and his stern and cold face as an iceberg loosened slightly.

He immediately greeted him and opened the door.

Because he was much taller than his adoptive father, he bowed slightly and his tone became gentle: "Father, is there anything wrong?" Come to me so early. ”

"You're going out?"

The polite old gentleman glanced at the griffin who was eating in the house, pressed the brim of his hat, and made a gentle joke: "It just so happens that I am also going to go out for a long time." ”

"Far away? How far? ”

"Go to the country of the church. I wanted Oswald to go for me, but after thinking about it, I had better run this kind of big thing by myself. Come back in about two weeks and take care of your younger siblings during this time. ”

Old James said softly, "Oh, yes. Ivas is going back to school, so make sure you make arrangements. ”

"No problem, father."

The silent and cold young man nodded slightly: "I will go home to live during this time to protect the safety of Ivas and Yulia." ”

"Well, that's good. The glass island is going to be messed up...... One more thing," James Sr. added slowly, "to wrap things up at the Pelican Bar and clear up the clues." This is the end of the matter. If anyone still wants to continue investigating, let them be quiet. ”

“…… Be. ”

"Oh, yes."

Old James suddenly asked, "Haven't you found the letter I asked you to look for before?" ”

"Yes, not really."

Edward replied, "Corpse Two has lost a lot of things that should have been on its body. Gone were her 'noble red'. ”

"That should be for Ivas to take with him."

Old James said softly: "After all, Veronica's 'noble red' is also in your brother's hands. In that case, then don't look for it. ”

"Father," Edward couldn't help asking, "who is the minister who is in contact with the Society...... Can you tell me about that? If I don't know anything, I can't protect Ihuas? ”

"Shh......h

Old James smiled and put his finger in front of his mouth.

Edward immediately fell silent.

The old man said slowly, "If Ivas is in danger because of his righteousness and curiosity, let him solve it himself." Just last night, I observed the breath of the dream world. Ivus has begun the first Advancement Ritual...... The kid finally started to have some secrets of his own, and I was satisfied. ”

He narrowed his somewhat cloudy gray pupils and said warmly, "As for the matter of the spy, I advise you to still not know." Secret is a power. But secrets don't become a sharp blade in your hands, they only become shackles of thought. ”

"Father's ......"

"—Soon. Edward, it's almost there. Sooner or later, I'll leave it all to you...... But far from now. ”

“…… And now? What should I do now? ”

Edward was silent for a moment, then added, "Except for the finishing touches on the Pelican Bar......"

"Now it's time to do what you wanted to do. Aren't you just about to go out? ”

The old man, who would never get angry, squinted, patted the tall Edward on the shoulder, and smiled kindly, "But remember to eat something." If you skip breakfast, it's bad for your stomach. ”