I weave fate in parallel time and space

Chapter 542 Shroud

Today's night was extremely long, but the next day's dawn still came as promised.

The warm sunshine broke through the clouds and swayed down, and some of the sunshine was held by the eaves before it even touched the ground.

The gold foil outside the palace building reflects the sunlight and shines golden, like a palace made of gold.

The turf outside the palace also smells of sunshine. The weather is very good today and the air is particularly fresh.

Almost all the secret agency personnel who patrolled here last night, including the special forces on standby inside, have retreated.

The palace once again regained its solemnity and silence, as if what happened last night was just a dream and had never happened at all.

In other words, even the staff working here at the moment don't know what happened last night.

Uniformed staff were carrying harvesters to clean and trim lawns and flowerbeds. The diesel engine made a rumbling hum, and the sharp blades were harvesting the turf, and countless green grass was splashing everywhere.

Inside the palace, there are also many cleaning staff pushing trolleys to clean every room in the palace.

The palace is large and has many rooms, and in the past there were professional maids to clean them.But times have changed now, and there are no maids anymore, so we can only hire cleaners from outside to clean the room, almost once a week.

Normally, the cleaning work should be carried out this Saturday, but because of what happened last night, the cleaners were asked to come over and clean it up in advance.

Of course, the cleaning trucks of these cleaners have undergone the most professional screening.

One of the cleaners opened the room where the infiltrator was killed last night. The blood stains on the floor and the glass shards left by the broken glass from last night were still there.

However, the cleaner didn't seem surprised. He just quietly cleaned the room, swept up the glass shards, dragged away the blood stains, and even used some kind of fragrance to remove the smell of blood in the air.

Professionals have come outside to measure the windows. The windows can be installed the next day and the room will look like nothing happened.

After cleaning, the cleaner pushed the cart and borrowed the elevator to go upstairs. He came to the third floor and opened the door of a room facing the sun at the end of the corridor.

Compared to the luxurious decoration of the other rooms, this room is very monotonous, but it is very warm. It is covered with short-haired carpets and the surrounding walls are covered with velvet. The lack of corners makes this room look very soft.

He continued to clean the room silently, carefully wiping the dust on the wardrobe and wiping every corner.

He concentrated on cleaning every corner of the place like a professional cleaner.But just when he stood up, he found a stranger standing in the room.

It was a man wearing a black trench coat. He was tall and had a long face, which matched his height. His black hair had some natural curls.

"Hello." Sherlock said slowly, "My name is Sherlock Holmes."

The cleaner turned around and continued cleaning the room, but still spoke.

"My name is Hank Nia."

Sherlock looked around and said, "I checked a lot of information about the palace. Regarding the secret passages here, except for the secret records of the royal family, there are generally no records of leaks.

Eliminate the possibility of obtaining these secret records, as well as members of the secret service who may have access to these records.

There seems to be only one possibility for an ordinary person to know the secret passage to the palace through the information he has access to and careful observation. "

After a pause, he seemed to be organizing his words.

He found a chair in this room and sat down, crossed his legs, and continued, "Many years ago, the last princess of Britannia disappeared in her room. The entire imperial city shook up and down, and began to Searching for her presence throughout the city.

There was a marriage contract with this princess. If she did not disappear, she would marry the king of Western France at that time.

This king was also later defeated by Arthur the Great.

In some later rumors, people believed that the princess actually had a love for a long time, and in order not to marry the king, she chose to run away and elope with her love.

This also indirectly led to the Great War in Xibu, which even later evolved into a war that affected the world. "

Sherlock turned his head and looked at a painting hanging in this room, which was painted for Alicia by the painter in the palace.Of course, this painting is a copy and the real original has been well preserved.

However, even if it is a fake, it is made by a top painter, and all the details are meticulous, just like the photos.

Her long black hair was tied up in a dignified hairstyle. She was wearing a long blue dress with a large hem. She was sitting on a chair with her legs together and tilted to one side, with her hands on her thighs. She was elegant and noble, just like many others. The princess described in the story.The beauty is not like a mortal in the world.

"It's so beautiful. She really deserves to be the beauty that triggered a world war." Sherlock sighed with emotion. "To be honest, this is the first time I have seen a portrait of this princess. She is so beautiful that she doesn't look like a human being. . The paintings are so beautiful, it’s hard to imagine what kind of magnificent person the princess of that era was.”

After a pause, he continued, "Have you ever felt that she resembles a certain existence?"

The cleaner slowly raised his head and stared at the painting, with an unknown light flashing in his eyes.

"It is almost exactly the same as the Holy Sword Angel in Baal Cathedral." Sherlock said, "So there was a rumor at the time that this princess was actually the reincarnation of the angel. Her disappearance was the completion of her own mission. , returned to heaven.

Such rumors and coincidences also made the princess famous, and many theologians who were interested in this began to study the life of this princess.

In fact, some capable people even found the secret passage from which the princess escaped from the palace based on some clues circulated by the royal family, and even found the entrance to the secret passage.

However, this information was eventually buried in history over time.

However, if you go to the Royal Library, you can still look up this information, and based on those inferences, you can find the location of this secret passage. "

Sherlock stood up and walked slowly towards the door. He slowly closed the door to the room and then turned the button of the door.

"Click"

A crisp sound echoed in this quiet room. An imperceptible secret door opened on the side of the wardrobe in this room, and behind the secret door lay a tied-up man.

This man was still alive, wearing a suit and leather shoes, and his hair was combed very delicately, but his mouth was stuffed with something and he couldn't scream at all.

"You came in disguised as a cleaner to make people outside think that the noise inside is normal, right?" Sherlock said, "Otherwise, you can come in directly through this secret passage."

After a pause, he thought for a moment, "You can actually kill him directly in the secret passage. Is it because the location of this room is special?"

He looked at the cleaner standing there, who had already taken off his hat.He is very tall, over 1.8 meters [-], and has a strong build. His skin seems to be dark red due to years of alcoholism.

He was silent, saying nothing, just staring at Sherlock.

"To be honest, I originally thought that the companion you recruited would become a burden to you, but I didn't expect that you perfectly squeezed out all the benefits he could bring.

Use his death to become a smoke bomb to confuse people here.It was a perfect plan to let them think that the matter had been resolved, and finally enter this place with a normal identity when everything was calm.

However, you were too arrogant, which prevented you from thinking carefully about this plan.

For example, the five people you killed actually represent one of the seven deadly sins.

A prostitute, representing lust.A sloppy mecha researcher represents laziness.And a fat man represents gluttony.A husband who often abuses his wife represents violent rage.A girl who often spreads rumors represents jealousy.

Then there is still greed and arrogance.And the person that person kidnapped was not any of them at all.Of course, this may be because there is something about the rescued hostage that we cannot understand.

However, the most important thing is that the murderer is too short, or in other words, too short compared to the portrait I made for you, so that person is not you.It's just a smoke bomb thrown by you.

Finally, let’s talk about this gentleman. "

Sherlock looked at the man tied up at his feet.

"Mr. Budali, the boss of the largest investment bank on Neil Street in Britannia, a greedy old vampire."

He looked at Hank and joked, "I have to say, you are really a genius at selecting people."

"Many people lost their houses and land because of him, shouldn't they die?" Hank said.

"Of course." Sherlock raised his eyebrows and said, "But I'm not here to argue with you. It's just that what you have to do next is not as simple as punishing the evildoers."

"This is a society that is about to decay." Hank said silently, "What it needs is a more powerful force to come to bring changes to the world."

Sherlock shrugged, "I don't think a non-human outsider can bring any positive changes to this world."

Hank had no intention of continuing this topic with him. He just silently took out two medicine bottles from his body. The bottles contained the same medicine. He slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

"How about we make a bet?"

Sherlock looked at the medicine in his hand, "That's what you used to kill those people, right?"

He smiled and said, "That's what you told them too, asking them to make a bet?"

"Of these two medicines, one is poisonous and the other is non-toxic. Do you want to give it a try?" Hank said, "You choose one, and I will take the other."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes, "Why do you think I would bet with you?"

"Because you are a genius." Hank said quietly, "Geniuses are always arrogant. They think they are smarter than everyone else."

He slowly raised the corners of his mouth, "Don't you want to give it a try? See if you can be smarter than the other five people and judge the antidote here."

Sherlock didn't speak. He just stared at the two bottles silently, as if he was really thinking about which one was correct.

But at this moment, a voice came to his ear.

"I don't think he is a genius."

Sherlock turned his head and looked at the secret passage.Mycroft walked out of the secret passage and nodded to Budali who was lying on the ground.

"Hello, Mr. Budali."

Budali opened his eyes and struggled to say something, but his mouth was blocked and he could only make a whine, but he could vaguely hear some words such as "Help me untie the rope".

But Mycroft raised his eyebrows and stepped over directly, followed closely by Watson and Locke, who also ignored him and stepped over.

Mycroft was still wearing a well-fitting suit. His hands were in his pockets, with a natural sense of relaxation. He looked at Sherlock with a little helplessness.

"Really smart people will not make an unfair bet with you when they have an absolute advantage. Only fools will."

He looked at the pill bottle in Hank's hand.

"Who knows if the medicine here is really non-toxic? Otherwise, five people wouldn't have guessed it wrong."

Hank shrugged, "Who knows, the probability of 50.00% is already very high, isn't it?"

"What's your name again?"

"Mycroft." Mycroft raised his head and said, "Mycroft Holmes is his brother."

After a pause, he looked at the secret passage, "I actually found this secret passage. Someone was ambushing this secret passage last night, but you are much more cautious than I thought."

Hank smiled, "I thought it was unfair for me to deal with only one genius, one against two."

"Fair?" There was a sarcastic smile on Mycroft's lips, "No one has said this word to me for a long time."

Hank also smiled. He put away the medicine directly, then silently arranged his clothes, smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes, and then straightened his collar.

Then, he took out a knife that resembled a cross from his body.

Watson mocked from one side, "Knife? Your last friend still had a gun. Are you looking down on us?"

Mycroft and Sherlock were both silent.

Hank slowly opened his mouth, revealing a slightly ferocious and crazy smile, and he roared hysterically.

"My Lord will revolutionize this world with fire!"

Mycroft's expression changed, he took out a gun from his pocket and shot him.

"Peng!"

The bullet hit his chest, but apparently missed his heart, so there was no one-shot death.

With a sinister smile still on his face, he directly wiped his neck with the cross knife. The knife easily cut his throat and arteries, and countless blood spurted out from his neck and mouth quickly. stained his clothes red.

He opened his eyes wide and fell straight to the ground.

Sherlock quickly squatted down, tested his pulse and breathing, and then shook his head at Mycroft.

"The convert is fanatical." Mycroft whispered, "What a crazy guy."

"He should be considered arrogant." Sherlock said, "Then there is only the seventh one left."

Mycroft did not look at the body, but silently walked to the window and looked out. He murmured softly.

"Perhaps the seventh one has already been arranged."

"Boom."

There was a roar outside the window, and Sherlock quickly came to the window and looked out.

The originally clear sky suddenly became covered with dark clouds, and the city became dim again. There was lightning and thunder in the clouds, and a huge spiral gradually appeared in the clouds. Gray fog gradually spread in the city.
In the darkness, this thick fog made the whole city seem to be covered with a black shroud.

(End of this chapter)