big devil holmes

Chapter 262 Now, has anyone chosen?
By the time Commander Lake realized something was wrong, it was already too late.

No one answered the phone at first, and he tried to communicate with the people in the house through the speaker, but received no response. In the end, he had to personally lead a dozen soldiers to the door of No. 221B, but there was no response to the knock on the door. In desperation, he had no choice but to forcibly knock the door of the room open.

Then, he was confused.

Because there is no one in the room.

Uh, no, it should be said that the two people who should be monitored are gone, and what remains is a very beautiful woman, wearing the simplest underwear, a man's shirt, and a sheet covering her legs. Sheets, sitting on a chair drinking wine bored.

It's the bottle that someone sent over a few days ago. It's quite expensive.

Lake's mind was buzzing, and he immediately rushed into the back room, then searched the closet and under the bed. Finally, he confirmed that the two living people he was looking at had disappeared!
How can this be?

"Where are the people?!" He yelled at the enchanting woman at the table. At this time, he couldn't care less about admiring the beauty's beautiful figure: "Where are the two people in this room?!"

The woman tilted her head in disgust, as if she wanted to stay away from Commander Lake's voice:
"What are you shouting? What are you shouting for? I don't know why I left."

"How did you get there?"

"If you ask that handsome young man, he put on makeup, put on my dress, and cut my hair." As she said that, the woman fiddled with her hair and didn't seem to be angry at all. On the contrary, I still missed the one night spent with that handsome man: "Then, he went out openly."

Lake's eyes widened: "What do you mean? You said someone pretended to be you and went out?"

"correct."

"A man pretending to be a fool?" The commander looked at the woman's beautiful face. Although she had been locked in the room for three days and her face looked pale, it was still very attractive. Angrily, Lake slapped the table: "Fart, that's right." Are we all blind? How can a man pretend to be you?"

The woman looked at the red wine in the glass leisurely and murmured thoughtfully: "Yes, I look like this. I can't even compare to a man."

There was a bit of resentment in her tone, and a bit of yearning, but anyway, she drank another glass of herself.

"Stop fucking drinking!" The commander didn't quite understand what the woman meant, but he certainly didn't have time to care about it now. He shouted angrily: "You know someone went out in disguise, why didn't you tell us?! Do you know Knowing that you are covering up, it is a crime!"

The woman was being yelled at all the time, and she was a little unhappy because of the alcohol. She didn't care about the group of soldiers standing behind her, and lifted up the sheet covering her legs.

I saw a hemp rope tied to her feet, and the other side was wrapped around the steam pipe: "I really want to leave, I have to be able to walk!"

Lake looked at the rope, his thoughts became a mess, and he clutched his head in pain. This is a task arranged by His Royal Highness, what should we do?
Of course, if the lady wants to ask for help, she can easily escape by shouting at her neck, breaking the wine bottle, or sawing the hemp rope with glass, but when she thinks about what the man did to her, With her gentle request and charming demeanor from beginning to end, how could she be willing to expose the other party.

Maybe, in this way, the other person will remember him, and in the future, he will meet by chance on the street somewhere, have dinner together and reminisce about old times. What a wonderful memory it will be.
"What about the other person? How did that guy escape?"

Lake asked again with a painful expression. If the target ran away, it would be dereliction of duty. He had to figure out how the two people ran away, otherwise he would have to wait to write a resignation letter.

This question also made the beautiful woman stunned. She thought of the not-so-looking man. The guy just walked back into the house and then disappeared.

Yes, disappeared, silently.

So, she could only shake her head and respond, "I don't know."

A few minutes later, Commander Lake made an anxious call and reported the situation here.

There was nothing he could do. He definitely didn't dare to delay the matter at this point, and as a result, he naturally received a stern reprimand and a notice to wait for processing.

This message was passed upwards layer by layer, and finally reached Moriarty's ears very quickly.After getting the news that the two people had run away, he was stunned at first, but in the end he didn't get angry. He just sighed and hung up the phone.

Recalling Sherlock and his acquaintance with him, he had to admit that this guy shocked him too much.He was just a detective, though he kept stressing that.

But no detective can do what he does
Even though they mobilized so many people and even stationed military forces in the city, they still didn't stop the guy and even ran away without a fight.

Apparently, it was a mistake to try to stop the other party by 'house arrest' from the beginning.

This detective has affected too many people, and what's even more frightening is that he only relies on his personal will to pursue a solution to a case!

Moriarty had never thought of such a ridiculous thing.

Humanity has never moved forward by individual will. A whole cannot be changed by a single individual. Even a monster like Emperor Augustine who has stood at the pinnacle of power for decades has the support of a huge and complex system at his feet. The army, finances, public opinion, political tendencies, etc., and he himself, as the Holy Son of the Holy See, must have the support and support of countless people to run what he has to do.

The old man who was worshiped as a god also understood this very clearly, so he announced early that he would leave the stage of history and no longer interfere with the troubles of this world.

And if a single individual suddenly appears in this world and wants to change the course of the entire society based on his own wishful thinking, then who is this person?
God?

Or the devil?

Moriarty didn't dare to think about it, or in other words, he thought too much. At this moment, he was in a study room. The table in front of him was filled with extremely complicated documents. Soon, the new king of the empire was The coronation ceremony was about to begin. Instead of the old pope, he would bring Franklin the crown that symbolized the future of mankind. After that, he would naturally be called the new pope of the entire Holy See.

This is the general trend, this is the perfect plan, everything is moving forward according to the best route.

He didn't want any uncertainties to arise at this juncture.

So. what to do?
At this moment, suddenly, there was a knock on the door of his study.

Moriarty knew that the only person who could knock on the door of his room at this time was Moran, so he rubbed his brow tiredly and said softly: "Come in."

With a creak, the door was pushed open.

"Well, I'm an old man with weak legs, so I won't salute His Highness the Holy Son. Don't mind."

An old voice came from behind.

Moriarty opened his eyes suddenly. Of course he could tell that the voice was not Moran's.

He knew who the voice belonged to, but at this moment, the other person could appear quietly in front of his door. This was really beyond Moriarty's imagination.

But when he turned his head and looked at the old beggar at the door, the surprise in his eyes completely disappeared, and instead he smiled very friendly:

"Although my place looks clean, if I don't want to, even if I send a vanguard group over, no one will knock on my door."

After saying this, the old beggar seemed a little embarrassed, and awkwardly rubbed the corner of his ragged clothes with his only remaining hand: "I'm really sorry, I've become a little undisciplined over the years, and I didn't think of this."

Moriarty did not continue this topic, and respectfully gestured to sit down, while he stood up like a junior:

"I wonder what's the matter with you coming to me at this time?"

"Oh, that's right. You should still remember that I promised you one thing, right?" The old beggar's only half of his face squirmed ferociously with his exposed muscles: "I Said, I can kill someone for you, so now, do you have anyone to choose?"

The window of the study room was quietly pushed open by the night breeze. Although the temperature in the early spring night was not as cold as in the severe winter, the moisture came in and penetrated into the human bones easily, causing the body to lose everything in an instant. The warmth left only a cold feeling on the back.

(End of this chapter)