Die with his chest clutched......

Angel immediately thought of medical terms such as "myocardial infarction" and "malignant arrhythmia", which were beyond the time and did not even have a corresponding expression in Rune.

But when it comes to supernatural power, the possibilities are much more......

She herself has several ways to make the other party die quietly without touching the target, of course, the premise is that the target is only an ordinary person, if it is an extraordinary person, the physique and extraordinary ability may be able to help them avoid the doom of death, but depending on the sequence, they also have to pay a different price.

"Toxin, or curse?"

She offered her own insights.

Sherlock nodded and said:

"I think it's a curse, the food he eats is provided by the club, and if someone poisons him, it's hard to just kill him with poison and everyone else is unscathed, but the curse can do that. However, there were many people at the time, and I was unable to pull out his hair or take personal belongings from him, which led to the direct failure of subsequent divination against him and failed to obtain information about the murderer. ”

"It's hard to do it even if you get a divination medium, and it's a witch like me who is also proficient in divination and anti-divination, and it's difficult for even a divination master to break through the limit," Angel smiled at the corner of her mouth, and unceremoniously denied Sherlock's statement, "And there are many ways to curse, using blood, hair, or cursing dolls, or even a physical contact a long time ago, so that the murderer can lock on to the target from a distance and apply the curse without exposing himself." ”

"But you mentioned that the royal family is leaving, and we already know that the royal family has close cooperation with the witch sect, so the identity of the murderer is actually very clear. The only question is, why did the royal family and the witch sect kill this equestrian teacher, the other party has lost his title and is far away from political power, so he shouldn't get into strange trouble, unless he falls in love, or is in love with a certain prince or princess, because of the disparity in status, he was killed by the royal family? ”

"Falling in love with the Prince?"

Sherlock looked at Angel in some shock, but then as if he had thought of something, he pursed his lips and said:

“…… He did mention something 'really like someone', but he showed a very happy and stable state, and he didn't have the worries and distress of falling in love with someone with a disparity of status...... Well, it's not completely nothing, he's done something similar before, but it seems to have been resolved. ”

The two discussed for a while, but they didn't reach a conclusion, and in order to verify his "anti-divination" conjecture, Angel even took out a magic mirror to perform a magic mirror divination on the spot, which shamefully failed.

"It seems that the truth of this matter, I'm afraid only the royal family and the witch sect know, maybe I can try to steal a few items from his house, strengthen the connection, maybe I can divinate a little clue......"

Sherlock was still a little unwilling, and seemed to be very sad about the death of this friend, and Angel didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only find another topic to divert his attention.

"Speaking of the Witch Sect, I may be able to meet their leader in Beckland in early December, a demigod witch," Thinking of the "Desperate Lady" mentioned by Severia many times, Angel was also a little apprehensive in her heart, "It is said that they will have a 'big plan' in the near future, and this will be completed by the 'Desperate Lady', maybe when she returns to Beckland, she can report her whereabouts to the Orthodox Church and wipe them ......out."

"Demigods? Sequence 4? ”

Raising an eyebrow, Sherlock asked with some eagerness.

"Yes, of course, I haven't met Lady Despair herself, I've only heard from members of other sects. And I'll do a good job of camouflage, plus anti-divination, it's not very likely to be seen by the other side. ”

Seeing that the other party was a little anxious, Angel felt relieved for no reason, and hurriedly said comfort.

"Besides, if it can't be solved, I can still ask Mr. Fool for help, he should have a way."

"Fool...... Mr. ”

Sherlock muttered and repeated, his gaze behind the lenses of his glasses a little out of focus, before he nodded his head in agreement:

"Indeed, Mr. Fool will have a way."

He changed his words: "You came to my house yesterday evening, well, you want to speed up the progress of the play, is it also because of this incident?" ”

As soon as she mentioned last night, Angel felt a little hot on her face, and subconsciously felt that this statement was inappropriate, and wanted to deny it, but she didn't know how to speak, and finally nodded lightly and replied:

"Yes......"

The two looked away at the same time and said no more.

"Ahem, do you have any other arrangements for today?"

After a long time, it was Sherlock who spoke first.

"Study the Book of Secrets copied from Ling, make special ammunition, maybe go to the Eastern District to see that rookie 'assassin' under my command, so that he doesn't get into strange trouble, and contact another 'Witch of Pleasure' who works with me, report the latest news, and ask ...... by the way"

Ask yourself why the "Joy" play is progressing so quickly - she is too embarrassed to say it.

"What about you?" To divert her attention, she asked rhetorically.

"Maybe go out and look for some opportunities to play, my 'magician' should be able to fully digest it in the next few days, stop by the harvest church in the South End to see that hapless vampire Emlin, and explore the ruins of the West End of Beckland in the middle of the night."

I didn't expect Sherlock's life to be so colorful, Angel repeated with some dismay: "The ruins of the West End? ”

"It's a Quaternary Tudor ruin, and I was commissioned by a certain owner to investigate a secret passage in his house, and I ended up entering this ruin. But because there was a terrifying evil spirit inside, I blew up the entrance there to prevent others from entering, blocking the access to it.

"But a Baron Cong, who is probably a descendant of the Tudor family, who used to pretend to be crazy and stupid to avoid the eyes of others, has now begun to dig secret passages, trying to enter the ruins, and follow in the footsteps of several elders of his family who died in the ruins to awaken the evil spirit. So we are going to 'dissuade' this groundhog who is still working overtime in the middle of the night, and teach him a profound lesson to dispel this foolish idea from now on. ”

Sounds weird and interesting......

Angel thought, suddenly realizing the problem in his words.

"You guys?"

She always felt that she had a similar conversation recently, and added suspiciously:

"Is that the lady who helped you resell the gold bars last time?"

“…… Be. ”

Sherlock hesitated, but eventually nodded in acknowledgment.

"What about you...... Don't mind having one extra person in the team, right? ”

"The evil spirits in that ruin are dangerous, I ......" Sherlock opened his mouth to refuse, but looking at Angel's increasingly serious eyes, he pursed his lips and nodded, "Okay, I'll discuss it with her, but it shouldn't be a problem." ”

"But, you're going to cooperate with me tonight and complete a play, ahem, I mean a normal play."

He explained in a somewhat elaborate way, which made the two of them blush again.

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At night, on Williams Street on the West End and Queens, an abandoned chapel welcomes an acquaintance again.

Raft Pound, with gray temples and a languid face, removed the stone from the inner corner of the church from the baron, revealing the hidden hole in the rear, and he picked up the digging tools and oil lamps he carried, pushed the basket of earth, arched his buttocks, and skillfully burrowed into the tunnel, and moved his legs and elbows together as fast as he could.

Behind the excited "groundhog", three figures were quietly watching him, and the dim moonlight poured into the church through the frameless window, leaving only two blurred shadows.

Don't scold, don't scold, the child won't dare next time_(:з"∠)_

(End of chapter)