big devil holmes

Chapter 102 Nothing to do!No!
Moriarty watched this scene silently. He naturally knew what kind of girl Moran was.

Although Sherlock was silent, although it could be seen from the previous fight that this girl had extremely terrifying lethality, he was still a little surprised because he found that if this girl wanted to kill him, then he should It didn't run away.

As for Victor. He was already frozen in place. Confusion and fear were sweeping through his body in an indescribable way. He didn't even figure out what happened. Into the depths of his consciousness, interrupting all his thoughts!

"Forehead"

"Ah ah ah—"

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He began to groan in pain, but after a few seconds, the pain of the soul being torn apart made him unable to even make a sound, but his eyes, ears, nostrils, roots of hair, and every pore began to seep out The blood turned him into a bloody person almost instantly.

He thumped and collapsed to the ground.
And that girl just walked by him, without even looking at him, with her hands in front of her body, like a quiet servant, until she stood beside her master again, she finally felt a little bit better. Changes in expression.

Because a drop of blood stuck to the corner of the man with glasses.

There was a flash of panic in the girl's servant's eyes, and she quickly wiped away the drop of blood. After seeing her master waving her hands indifferently, she was relieved, and then glanced extremely angrily at the woman kneeling on the ground in pain. Victor almost dying.

This was the first time that girl looked at him squarely from beginning to end.
Disgusting, contemptuous, disgusting, like looking at a maggot that was accidentally stepped on and splashed out with disgusting juice.

But it was such a momentary look in his eyes that Victor couldn't understand it anymore. He couldn't bear the extreme pain caused by the backlash anymore, and passed out directly.

"How did you mess with this guy?" Moriarty asked.

"I'm a detective, it's normal to offend a few people." Sherlock said.

"What a troublesome job."

"Oh, that's right." Sherlock hesitated for a moment, but still reminded: "I know you are a person with status, but I don't know much about the Holy See, and I don't know how important your status is. It's just that behind this guy The person in question may be a pope, if you feel that you can't stand it, you'd better run away."

Sherlock's tone was very sincere, and Moriarty couldn't help but froze for a moment.

Over the years, he has never heard anyone talk to him in such a worried tone, not even Moran, because his identity is naturally supreme, and the supreme person certainly does not need to be worried, and even shows Worry is a denial of one's ability and status.

Not to mention letting yourself run away!
So, he yelled angrily: "You don't need to worry about it!"

Sherlock frowned this time, what kind of temper is this guy, what are you shouting about?
If you don't let me control it, then don't worry about it.

Sherlock took advantage of the situation and turned his gaze to Moran who was aside. The maidservant had been acting very quietly without moving, and even Victor had just looked at him once.

But after she walked out of the gate of the villa, her lowered eyes kept sweeping over Sherlock intentionally or unintentionally, as if she always felt uneasy because she kept her master too close to this guy.

"Miss Moran." Sherlock said suddenly, "Can I ask you a question?"

"???" Moran frowned slightly, he didn't expect the other party to ask him a question.

So he turned his head and cast a questioning look at his master. After seeing his nod, he responded: "Please tell me."

"Are you a contractor?"

"Yes."

"What level?"

"Level three." Moran replied.

In the afternoon of that day, the heavy snow finally showed a tendency to decrease a little.

The fight in the back garden, which lasted only a few seconds, didn't attract anyone's attention.

Just a face-to-face, a demon that had evolved to the second stage was torn apart by Moran in an unstoppable way.

literally torn
It has to be said that this girl servant turned out to be the most powerful person Sherlock has ever seen in his life. Recalling the previous encounter in the corridor, he was glad again that he did not do anything to that little dwarf, otherwise, This angry maid must have cut herself to pieces.

As for the demon's corpse, Moriarty definitely couldn't let it lie within his sight.

In the same way, the vacation soldier named Victor is not qualified to pollute the environment in the garden where he temporarily lives.

So, these two lumps of things were all thrown out.

As for where it was thrown, no one would care, and no one would even care whether the backlashed contractor was dead or alive.

It was not until another two days later that the heavy snow finally stopped, and Victor's dying body was finally seen by a passerby on the banks of the Thames River, it was lucky to save his life.

Um. Not necessarily lucky.
At night, in the Grosvenor House Hotel, one of the best in London, the Pope was still lying on that comfortable sofa. The difference between the cold outside the window and the warm indoor temperature made him very comfortable.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Pope Ortida showed dissatisfaction. He didn't like to be disturbed while enjoying.

Fortunately, he hesitated for a moment, and said softly, "Come in."

Then the door was opened, and his personal maid walked in respectfully.

"What's the matter?"

"Master, your execution order has been sent out, that is the detective named Sherlock Holmes, do you still remember?"

His Excellency the Pope frowned, thought for a while, and finally found the name in his memory.

"Oh, I still have some impressions, what's wrong?"

"A crusader soldier returning from the front accepted the execution order, but failed."

"Oh?" Pope Ortido was a little surprised, but he still didn't know what his family members were going to say. If they failed, they failed. There is not only one execution order, so someone will naturally take that person's life again.

"So what do you want to say?" He asked impatiently in a deep voice.

"Although the crusader soldier failed, he did not die. Our people have come into contact with him just now and learned that his contract demon was killed by someone's maid, which caused him to suffer serious backlash. Two hours ago, the soldier woke up and mentioned the maid's name in his difficult self-report."

"And then?" The Pope still didn't realize the seriousness of the matter.

Until the nun took a deep breath and spoke slowly.

"He said...he was in a coma and vaguely heard someone calling the maid Moran."

"Molan?" Pope Ortido repeated the name several times impatiently.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, his eyes that had been lowered all the time opened wide suddenly, his airway seemed to have encountered an extremely severe asthma suddenly, and he let out an indescribable strange cry
He suddenly stood up from the sofa: "Molan Moran??!"

He is a pope, excluding those archbishops, he is considered to be the most advanced group of people at the top of theocracy, so of course he knows what this name means.

"Damn it! What the hell did that bastard soldier do?" He roared, and immediately asked the nun at the door, "Did he mention my name!!"

An invincible Pope seemed to have suddenly turned into a lamb watched by wolves: "Also, did that guy hurt anyone, no matter who, did he hurt anyone?!"

"Shouldn't be, that person's demon was killed almost instantly, so there should be no time to do other things." The maid was also extremely flustered, but she was trying her best not to let her trembling out of the nun's dress. revealed below.

Hearing this, Pope Ortid finally breathed a sigh of relief, and sat back on the sofa dripping with sweat.

"Find out the background of that soldier for me, and clean up all the clues that can be related to me! Including the people involved!" At this moment, he was very grateful that he did not have the habit of signing the execution order.

"Obey!" The nun replied solemnly: "But His Excellency, the remaining execution order. Do you want to take it back?"

"What recall? What execution order? That kind of thing has nothing to do with me. I have never released that thing! We have been living here since we came to London, and we have never even left the door!!!" Pope Roaring and waving his fat arms.

The nun at the door stood straight, tremblingly said: "But if that detective named Sherlock Holmes mentions you to someone, what should I do?"

"What?!" His Excellency the Pope seemed even more angry: "What do you mean, you mean, that bastard detective knows that I want to kill him?!

fart!

How could he, a commoner, know what I was doing?

In his field of vision, it is impossible for me to exist, and he doesn't even know why a frontline soldier who wants to kill him suddenly appears!

Also, do you want to say that that commoner knows His Royal Highness the Son? ! "

Pope Otida stood up, approached the nun step by step, and then slapped her in the face with great anger. The nun froze and quickly stood up again.

"Put away your unrealistic thoughts. An ant can never touch the colorful clouds in the sky!
That idiot soldier must have offended His Highness by mistake, so he received a small punishment because he was stupid and because he was unlucky!
This matter has nothing to do with that trivial detective!
No! ! ! ! "

(5000 words today, I know you will call me short, so I will try to write as many code words as possible, thank you for your votes and rewards.)
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