I weave fate in parallel time and space

Chapter 538 Brothers
"Seven deadly sins?" Watson seemed to realize something and said tentatively.

But the response to him was silence.

"It seems that there is no need to deduce the remaining two dead people." Sherlock murmured softly, "There will never be more than three coincidences in this world at the same time."

He looked at Locke, "So, you are saying that their purpose is to perform some kind of evil sacrificial ceremony to finally break the seal and release something, right?"

"Those who can be sealed by this kind of seal are usually very ancient demons." Locke muttered absentmindedly.

"Things are getting more and more interesting." Sherlock's eyes were filled with excitement. "I originally thought it was a serial murder case. Unexpectedly, it now involves saving the world."

Locke looked at Sherlock, "Sorry, I have to report this matter to the superiors. This is no longer what I can handle."

"Things are still looking up, aren't they?"

Locke was stunned for a moment, but suddenly, he seemed to notice something and looked at the six-pointed star on the map.

There are actually only five dots that Sherlock connects, because only five of the dead have been found so far.

In fact, Sherlock originally planned to form a five-pointed star, but the proportions were wrong. Only the proportions of the six-pointed star were correct.

And if you look at it according to the seven deadly sins, at least two people should die.

"As long as this ritual has not been completed, we will only be dealing with the serial killer." Sherlock looked at Locke, "Does this killer have any special powers?"

Locke thought for a moment, "I should be able to deal with it."

Watson said, "So where should we go?"

Sherlock focused his attention on the sixth corner on the map, which was the location of the royal capital of Britannia.After the Britannia royal family was completely destroyed, Mordred protected the palace as a national cultural relic.

Both to preserve culture and to commemorate the decline of a country.

Of course, some large-scale national meetings will still be held inside the palace.The offices of the main leaders are also nearby, which is the core area of ​​the imperial capital.

"If nothing else happens, we will find the next body in this place." Sherlock said.

"This is the Palace of Britain." Watson couldn't help but say, "The core of national power. How does that person get in?"

The title of the Grand Duke named Baal Britannia who created this country was the Duke of Britannia, so the translation of the Palace of Britannia actually means "his home".

"When it comes to supernatural powers, you shouldn't think with normal thinking." Sherlock said.

Watson shrugged, "Well, to put it another way, how do we get in?"

Sherlock stared at the corpse quietly, and fell into silence as he looked at her miserable state of struggle.

Without any hesitation, he turned around and left, opened the door, and walked downstairs.

Gregson was standing at the door explaining something to his police officers.

The group of reporters were still gathered outside, and in order to prevent these reporters from coming in, the police station specially dispatched some police officers.

They can't even drive them away easily, because if they dare to drive them away, these reporters will publish it in the newspaper the next day and then scold them for the police's abuse of power.

He seemed to notice something and turned his head to look at Sherlock.

"I have already made notifications. My people will go to taxi companies across the city to retrieve the files and data of these people. We rule out that he is a driver driving a black car. As long as he has a taxi driver certificate, we will definitely be able to investigate. to him."

Sherlock nodded, then passed Gregson.

"Where are you going?" Gregson asked.

"Go and investigate something. I should give you an answer tomorrow at the latest." Sherlock said.

Watson and Locke also said goodbye to Gregson, and then quickly followed Sherlock.

"Why don't you let him help?" Watson said from behind Sherlock, "We can't enter the British Palace at all."

"He's just a young police detective, he's not involved to that extent." Sherlock put his hands in his pockets and walked quietly on this quiet road, then turned into a deserted alley.

After passing through this alley, he entered a deserted alley and came to a sparsely populated street.

He stopped, then slowly raised his head and shouted around.

"I know you are spying on me, go back and tell that person that I want to see him!"

Locke looked around with some confusion, but found no one.

He couldn't help but look at Watson on one side, this seemingly normal person.

"Has he always been like this?"

Watson shrugged, "That's sometimes the case."

Not only him, but Watson was also very confused.

"Who are you calling?" Watson asked.

"Someone who can take us into the palace." Sherlock's eyes glowed with unknown meaning.

"Then what should we do now?" he asked again.

"Wait."

So they stood where they were.After waiting for about twenty minutes, Watson couldn't wait any longer and wanted to continue asking.

He saw a familiar black car coming from the end of the street.

Watson lowered his voice and said to Sherlock, "This is the man I told you about." Sherlock didn't reply, but just watched the car stop in front of them silently.

Then, a person got out of the car, it was the mysterious man Watson had seen before.He was still wearing a crisp suit, his whole body was well groomed, and he looked naturally relaxed.

He straightened his clothes and turned to Sherlock.

"To be honest, I would rather you come to me in normal times instead of coming to me every time you need something from me."

"I'm not asking for anything from you." Sherlock said coldly to him, "This may be very important to you. This is about saving the world."

"Don't be so quarrelsome." He looked at Sherlock helplessly, "Have you ever thought that we are actually in the same camp?"

"Sorry, no," Sherlock said, raising his eyebrows.

"You were cuter before." He whispered, "Before we gained wisdom. Have you ever thought that we actually have a lot in common? This kind of bickering between us is really childish. It always hurts someone. You know it makes mom mad."

Hearing this, Watson frowned in confusion.

"Did I make her angry?" Sherlock said displeased.

He looked into the eyes of the person opposite and said, "It wasn't me who made her angry, Mycroft."

"Wait a minute!" Watson finally couldn't help but said.

He looked at Sherlock and then at Mycroft in confusion, "Who is mother?"

"Mother. Our mother." Sherlock looked at Mycroft and said helplessly, "This is my brother, Mycroft."

Mycroft took a thermos cup from the car and handed it to Sherlock.

"This is what mom asked me to teach you."

Watson seemed to be able to detect the resistance in Sherlock's eyes. He had never seen Sherlock show such an expression.

"I'm an adult," Sherlock complained, "Why do I still drink such meaningless things?"

"This is not meaningless." Mycroft shrugged and said, "At least I have been drinking. I have been staying up late recently, but my health is still good. It should have helped a lot."

"What is this?" Locke asked curiously.

"I call it the magic potion," Mycroft said.

"Our mother boiled some kind of Chinese medicine to replenish qi and blood. Drinking it can make you grow taller." Sherlock said.

Watson looked at Mycroft and Sherlock, two tall men over 1.8 meters and a half, and said, "Then this thing is really useful."

"Compared to the usefulness of this thing, I prefer to believe in genes." Sherlock said.

However, he still took the thermos cup from Mycroft.

Watson looked Mycroft up and down again, "I thought you were the leader of some criminal organization."

Sherlock raised his head and looked at Mycroft, "Actually, it's almost the same."

"Oh my god." Mycroft looked ridiculous, "I'm just a small employee of the Britannian government."

"Yes, clerk." Sherlock mocked.

After a pause, he said, "I don't have time to talk to you about these things, so stop talking nonsense. I know you know everything, take us to the palace."

He walked quickly to the car, opened the door and walked in.

Locke also quickly followed and opened the car door.

"So, what you said before about caring about him," Watson couldn't help but ask, "is it all true?"

Mycroft showed a look of confusion, but still said.

"of course."

Watson turned his head to the side speechlessly, then turned his head and complained, "This is too childish."

Mycroft shrugged, looked at the people in the car through the car window, and whispered, "That's just the way he is."

He looked at Watson and said helplessly, "Can you imagine what our family's Christmas party is like?"

Watson took a deep breath and got into the car.

Mycroft stepped forward, opened the passenger door, and walked up.

The car's engine rumbled and started slowly, heading towards the city center.

The car was quite spacious, but it was still a bit crowded with three people sitting in the back seat, so the three of them were a little uncomfortable.

Mycroft sat in the passenger seat, with his back to the three of them, and suddenly spoke.

"Your name is Locke, right?"

Locke was startled, raised his head, and met Mycroft's eyes from the rearview mirror hanging in the middle of the car.

His current state was completely different from just now. His eyes were very sharp, and his brown eyes seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts.

This gives Locke the feeling of being completely seen from top to bottom.He felt a little shuddered in his heart, but he still nodded.

"We have actually noticed your existence very early." Mycroft said slowly.

Locke raised his head suddenly and opened his eyes slightly.
(End of this chapter)