It was about three or four hours after Hyna left, and Sherlock finally returned home.

Ivas sat on the couch with his fingers crossed and his legs crossed.

His tone was a little disgruntled: "I've been waiting for you for a long time, Sherlock. I told you I was coming. ”

"Thank you then."

Sherlock looked a little tired when he entered the house: "I'm glad you waited for me for so long, friend." ”

Then he asked Madame Mina for a cup of hot brandy to relieve his headache.

Lady Mina hesitated, but agreed.

"You're going to drink?"

Seeing Sherlock's reaction, Ivus was taken aback.

He remembered that Sherlock was drunk and that he wasn't very good. That's why he doesn't usually touch alcohol at all – because it makes him look ugly.

But Ivas didn't stop Sherlock either.

He wanted to see Sherlock's remorse when he woke up.

"I've got to drink some, it's a bit of a headache."

Sherlock covered his forehead and frowned: "After I was 'resurrected' before, I was taken away by Director Kent to solve the backlog of cases during this time. has been busy until now, and finally solved all the cases during this time. ”

“…… Right? ”

Ivas was a little puzzled: "It stands to reason that this amount of work shouldn't make you feel tired, right?" ”

Sherlock is an old social animal.

And it's the type of voluntary overtime and voluntary overtime - he's like a big dog with inexhaustible energy. If he doesn't evacuate his energy through the "dog walking" method of work, he will be uncomfortable and restless at home.

He could even work three days in a row, with only four or five hours of sleep combined. And even so, he was just tired, and as soon as he woke up, he was refreshed.

And Sherlock has advanced - it stands to reason that his brain power should be further developed.

"It's not tired. It's a headache. ”

Sherlock corrected Ivus.

"What's the difference?"

"It's the same starvation, but one is starving to the point of malnutrition, and the other is hungry for a long time and then eating and drinking and then dying. I'm the latter. ”

Sherlock gives a precise analogy.

He sat down on the couch, picked up the biscuit that Lady Mina had baked for Ivus from the table, and began to munch on it like a starving ghost.

He grabbed three handfuls of biscuits in a row, and his face looked a little better.

"This promotion has basically not strengthened my physical fitness, but has strengthened my brain a lot...... I can't control my brain a little now.

"It was just a very simple question, but I had already thought of the answer almost immediately, and it began to think about it on its own, and analyzed a lot of meaningless things......"

Sherlock paused, adding, "It's like when you lie down and sleep after a concert, your head will echo from time to time." My damn brain is going on, over and over again, meaninglessly, thinking about things that already have answers! ”

"So you need to use alcohol to paralyze your brain."

Ivas suddenly said: "It seems that your promotion has given you good benefits." ”

"Hmm. It's a bit of a hassle, but it should be a good thing. ”

Sherlock was not pretentious, just nodded and admitted: "It's just that I can't control it now." If it kept deducing the details and relationships of those dozen cases from my head, I wouldn't be able to sleep at all.

"My brain is active like this, and even if I fall asleep, I'm afraid I'll have nightmares."

"That's why the 'Dream Monk' belongs to the path of wisdom."

Ivus smiled and said, "I know what the problem is in your current situation.

"This happens occasionally in the Ancient Kingdom of Rest, and it also happens in the Duchy of Narcissus. This is called 'body disorder', and it is a disease caused by your soul being much stronger than your body. ”

"Can you save me, doctor?"

Sherlock sighed, "It's the first time I've felt like thinking is such a painful thing...... The main thing is that it can't stop at all, and it's thinking about several lines at the same time, mainly because I can't stop them even if I want to...... I'm now starting to think back to my classmates when I was in college, and my mind is constantly analyzing them...... Thank you, Lady Mina. ”

As he spoke, he took Lady Mina's signature mulled cider.

Sherlock drank it without hesitation or expression, apparently trying to force it to shut down in this way.

For the lawyer himself is a profession that primarily strengthens reason, and the lawyer is even more so. You have a good foundation, and if the two percentages are strengthened, too strong rationality will lead to an imbalance in the soul.

"In order to balance this imbalance, your soul will begin to draw strength from your body to strengthen your sensibility and inject excess reason into your mind...... That's why you become impulsive, why you become extremely tired, and why your brain can't stop thinking. ”

Ivas explains: "To put it simply, it's a genius disease. It's not a big problem...... It's good for your brain to get used to it for a while. The path to wisdom is like this—you can't adapt to the higher levels of wisdom without violently remodeling your brain in this way. ”

"But I'm bad, you stupid fox!"

Sherlock was a little louder.

He quickly realized that his emotions were out of control again, so he rubbed his brows with a headache: "In this case, I won't be able to sleep at night." I won't be able to get to work without getting enough rest, let alone accompanying you to the Eagle Point Village to investigate......"

"Come here."

Ivas sighed, his right hand lit up slightly.

Sherlock immediately closed his mouth, leaned over and closed his eyes—for the light in Evas's hand was so intense that even closing his eyes would feel glaring.

Soon, he felt Ivus press his palm to his forehead. The warm current poured in like a soak in a hot spring and the back of your head with the warm and gentle current...... It was as if something warm had melted from his head, and he couldn't help but shiver.

The accumulated fatigue melted away in the blink of an eye, and the brain that had a headache due to the chaos of thoughts was gradually soothed.

Sherlock couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, feeling the scarce sense of tranquility.

But then, Ivas took his right hand away.

Sherlock realized it at once—for Sherlock's mind began to spin slowly again as Ivas took his hand.

“…… It doesn't seem to cure the root cause, fox! ”

Sherlock covered his head, a little uncomfortable.

"It's just that I don't feel so bad for you."

Ivas said coldly, getting up and walking over to Lily.

From her pocket, Eivas found black goat's wool, charcoal, marionettes, ginger and rosemary essential oils, and a dark crystal tablet.

Ivas walked over unceremoniously and pulled a strand of hair from Sherlock's forehead—a strand instead of one—and the aching Sherlock jumped up from the couch.

"Still have a headache?"

Ivas checked the extent of Sherlock's headache.

The ceremony then begins in front of Sherlock.

Fuck, how can it not hurt!

Sherlock was about to curse, but when he saw this, he fell silent again and swallowed what he had just said.

He watched as Ivus cut his finger and smeared it on the puppet's heart. He also wrapped Sherlock's hair around the puppet's forehead. He then poured his mana into the dark crystal tablets, crushed them, and stabbed several of them like daggers into the puppet's forehead and heart.

Seeing this scene, Sherlock, who originally thought that Ivas was going to use a ritual to heal himself, raised his eyebrows: "This is a ritual?" ”

"It's a curse."

Ivas replied casually, his hand moving: "Curse of the Mist of Ignorance...... Of course, I prefer to call it the Mentally Handicapped Curse. ”

Afterwards, Ivus wrapped the black goat's wool in it, then lit a fire with charcoal and placed the puppet in it.

As Ivas read the words, Sherlock began to feel a hazy fog in his brain. The headache of thinking all the time has gradually dissipated.

“…… Can curses heal? ”

Sherlock clutched his forehead, a little surprised.

"Poison can save people."

Ivus smiled, "Learn, brother! Thank you! ”

Sherlock gritted his teeth, and just as he thought about regurgitation, he thought that Ivas had just treated himself. I could only reluctantly say thank you.

If you make a mistake, why is it 10,000 votes!!! (thumping the ground)

I originally wanted to add more next month, so I saw that the 1st-28th was 12,000 votes, so I ordered 10,000. As a result, one day is enough......

Let's take a look at the plus one shift tonight, the second one is probably about two o'clock, and the third one is probably six o'clock......

(End of chapter)