I weave fate in parallel time and space

"Your father?" Sherlock frowned, "Who is your father?"

"Yes." Sissi murmured in a low voice, "Who is my father? I also want to know."

Sherlock raised his head slightly, closed his eyelids slightly, and showed a thoughtful expression.

Lisa slowly opened the car door and got into the car. She didn't say a word, as if she didn't just kill dozens of demons, but just went out to buy a bottle of water after being tired from driving.

Sherlock noticed that even her breathing was steady.After experiencing such a fierce battle, her breathing did not even change much, which showed that this was far from her limit.

He had no doubt that as long as there were enough bullets, it would not be a problem for these monsters to double in number.

After experiencing the performance just now, everyone in the car looked at her differently.

However, her expression did not change at all, her eyes were indifferent, like a piece of hard ice, and her other expressions seemed to be only shown to Akasha.

The car restarted and ran over the corpses of the monsters mercilessly, and they left the street.

Although all the monsters here have been cleared, there are still some monsters surging in the rest of the streets, and at this time they finally saw the army.

The blazing flames soared into the sky, lighting up most of the sky. This was an old-fashioned wooden house, which was relatively flammable because it was built with soil mixed with wood and various grass materials.

Fire trucks and fire mechas were dispatched to put out the fire.

And on this street, they saw the corpses of many monsters that looked like gargoyles.

As they went deeper, several huge monsters stood in front of them.

This monster has lost its life. It is a bull-headed monster about four meters tall, burly, and muscular.Of course, its lower body is still made of cow hooves.

There was a bull ring on its nose, and it was holding a huge ax in its hand, but the ax was broken at this moment.It looks very intimidating, but its death is very miserable.There was a big hole in its chest, and there were other big wounds on its body.It looked like it was obviously fired by large-caliber ammunition.

This monster has just arrived in this world, and obviously has no clear understanding of the military power of this country with a population of hundreds of millions and the world's second largest industrial power.

In this world, about 50.00% of the GDP is occupied by two countries. Britannia occupies 20.00% and 20.00%, while Beichen occupies [-]% and [-]%.

The remaining 50.00% is divided among more than 100 countries around the world.

These are two superpowers that have never appeared in Xiaya's era. Their vast land, rich resources, and strong industrial capabilities bring powerful war capabilities.

Obviously, as soon as this monster encountered the army, it was killed by the powerful firepower.Of course, this is also thanks to the information Locke brought.

Mycroft had urgently mobilized all the arsenals the night before, and even the soldiers of these armies worked overtime to engrave crosses on the ammunition to increase the damage to these demons.

Obviously, the effect is significant.

Lisa passed these monsters and soon came to Baker Street.They stopped at the door of 221b.Fortunately, the surrounding flames did not spread to this side.

Sherlock quickly got out of the car, and Watson followed. They walked up the stairs and opened the door.

The moment he entered the room, he seemed to feel something, and Sherlock immediately ducked to one side.

"Peng!"

A flash of fire flashed in the darkness, and a bullet grazed Sherlock's shoulder.

"Mrs. Hudson!" Sherlock looked at Mrs. Hudson, who was hiding behind the sofa in the darkness and holding a gun with trembling hands. "It's me, Sherlock!"

Hudson breathed a sigh of relief. She stood up slowly and patted her chest. "It scared me to death. I thought it was the things outside that came in."

She stepped forward quickly and looked at Sherlock worriedly, "Dear, did I miss you just now?"

"I've always been flexible," Sherlock said.

She put her hands on her hips and frowned, "I've told you many times, dear, knock on the door when you come in. Fortunately, I missed. If I had, you would be dead."

"Sorry, we are in a hurry." Watson said, "Are you okay?"

"I'm OK, but the window is broken," Hudson said.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows. He quickly came to the living room and saw that the window was smashed, the glass was scattered all over the floor, and even the window frame fell on the carpet.

A gargoyle fell to the ground. It was shot in the forehead, and its blood stained the carpet red.Gregson walked in from behind. He obviously saw the gargoyle. He looked at Mrs. Hudson in surprise.

"Did you kill this?"

"Of course." Mrs. Hudson said, raising the revolver in her hand. "Sherlock asked me to engrave some crosses on the bullets last night, saying that there might be some trouble today."

She looked at the gargoyle on the ground and muttered, "Even the carpet is stained with blood. It's not easy to clean."

"Just replace it with another one. I'll pay for it." Sherlock said.

He looked at the gargoyle on the ground and said appreciatively, "Well done, ma'am."

Gregson, who had just been nearly killed by these gargoyles, looked at the monsters on the ground, still a little in disbelief.

He looked at this [-]-year-old woman who was thin and looked like she had to take a breath while climbing the stairs. She was very kind and kind to everyone, and couldn't help but ask.

"How did you kill it?"

"When it came in, I pointed the gun at it and I fired," Hudson said.

"One shot to the head?"

"Don't make such a fuss." Sherlock pulled the curtains up and covered the window. "Mrs. Hudson's husband is a drug lord. She may have held a gun longer than you."

Gregson opened his eyes and looked at Hudson.

"He's already in jail," Hudson added.

"The key evidence I gave you." Sherlock said again.

Gregson nodded and looked at the revolver in Hudson's hand, "Do you have a gun license for this gun?"

"Don't worry, this one has it." Hudson said confidently.

Gregson's eyebrows relaxed a little, but suddenly, he seemed to feel that something was not right, and turned his head sharply to look at Hudson.

"Do you have this one?"

"It's not normal for old people to like to collect knick-knacks. My mother likes to collect buttons."

Sherlock picked up a pen and started writing and drawing on the map on the side of the living room.

He marked the original six-pointed star on the map, and then marked the location where Sissi was poisoned.Then, he stared at the map, frowned, and began to think.

"Isn't this button a concept?" Gregson complained.

But he was also attracted by what he had drawn on the map, and he put the episode behind him for the time being.He obviously also recognized the location on the map, because he also handled this case.He looked at the six-pointed star and seemed to realize something, he said absentmindedly.

"Do those things outside have anything to do with this case?"

"Shut up!" Sherlock shouted.

Gregson closed his mouth very wisely.Not sure if he was used to it, but Gregson asked himself that he was not a good-tempered person. He would have been angry if an ordinary person treated him like this, but this person seemed normal to him.

At this moment, Sherlock was completely immersed in his own world, he murmured.

"There must be several known points that are real. The ritual started after the person committed suicide, so the points in the palace are real.

He could have put the palace in the front, but he still put it in the back, even though he knew it would attract the attention of the secret service.

In addition to the element of suicide, time and sequence are also determining factors.

The prostitute is also real, he even risked being exposed to find an assistant to kill that person at that point in time
If it was a smoke bomb, he could have done it himself, and it would have been cleaner and more realistic."

Suddenly, Sherlock turned his head and looked at Locke, with an unknown light dancing in his eyes.

"I think we know where we really are." (End of Chapter)