big devil holmes

Chapter 83 The Savior and the Great Detective

Sherlock has to go home to sleep at night, and he only has time during the day. Moriarty can't show his face during the day, and only shows up at night when the library is closed. Therefore, these two readers seem to follow the established schedule of sunrise and sunset. The rules are general and have never been discussed, but both of them tacitly follow a fixed trajectory of action.

The only intersection may be the few handwritings on the ordinary paper
"Slow?" Moriarty looked at the message and smiled helplessly.

Then pick up a pen and write.
【Extremely stupid】.

His evaluation of that person was like this, no matter who the person instructed to approach him, but after all, he was a bit self-defeating, not only to make himself feel unhappy, but also to cover the disrespect to the god of the empire.

Of course, maybe the other party didn't know that the book was written by that lord. Otherwise, he would definitely feel ashamed of his actions.

Moriarty put down his pen and decided not to bother with this ignorant guy anymore. Even the reason why he paid attention to him was just to find a way to relax his heavy heart.

It was definitely not an easy task to face the evil god's pollution for two consecutive days, but he still followed his plan and once again focused his attention on the old book.

After experiencing the pain that almost burned his soul last time, this not tall man confirmed that he would not die, so he began to try to use the willpower of a mortal to resist the evil god's pollution.When it comes to mental fortitude, he felt that he must be no worse than anyone else. If Lord Dante dared to face the evil god, then he should be able to.

Although arrogant, he firmly believed in it.

So this time, he held on for four seconds!
The scariest four seconds of my life.
All the rationality in his mind was boiling, and the unforgettable fear and pain made Moriarty kneel on the ground, his whole body convulsed uncontrollably, the holy dew in his body drilled out of his pores, and bursts of blazing white smoke evaporated!
but!
After all, he successfully endured it, and at the last moment, he almost surpassed his limit and turned the book to the second page! !
This is absolutely impossible for a mortal.

But Moriarty has accomplished too many incredible things, and the limits of human beings must be broken again and again by himself. This is the self-awareness that a savior must have.
And since you can turn to the second page, you will turn to the third page, the fourth page.
This means that one day I will become a contractor, and once again, like all other fields, I will surpass all difficulties and limits and become the strongest in all fields such as politics, status, rights, knowledge, technology, collective, and personal power. that person!Become the god of this world and lead the entire race to a new age! !
So, on the verge of mental collapse, and in the limit of the pain his body could bear, he slowly got up, showing a tired but relieved smile.

This smile lasted until the second night, the moment he opened the door of the room again.

Because, he saw that there was an extra line of messages at the bottom of the paper.

Not even a message, just a symbol.

This means that the guy who had never met before saw his message, he didn't cover his face and run away in shame, but wrote down with some humiliation
【? 】

?

Such a simple punctuation made Moriarty frowned tightly. Maybe it was because there was no one else in the room. He didn't need to hide his emotions, or maybe it was the successive breakthroughs in the past few days. The limit of willpower made him a little restless.

In short, he would actually frown at such a stupid person's message, and through the lines between the words, he could clearly imagine the disgusted look when the other party raised his eyebrows in doubt.

This obviously does not match his usual state of mind.

As a holy son, he doesn't take most things to heart, and is even willing to show a kind of compassion or affinity, but this does not mean that he can really tolerate a fool in front of him again and again. bounce.

Fortunately, His Royal Highness the Son of God still upholds the self-sufficiency of a high-ranking person after all. He will not call a group of people, arrest this annoying guy, and throw him into a blood prison to experience all the criminal laws that are worse than death. .

He could do that, easily, but it doesn't have to.
Because such surrender is pointless.

What he wants is for the other party to truly realize his mistake, admit it, and regret it from the bottom of his heart, and in the next night, when he thinks of what he has done, he will suddenly wake up and be so ashamed that he cannot sleep!
So, he picked up the pen and questioned with displeasure.
[What is drawn on the second page? 】

the next day~
【Eyeball surrounded by tentacles】~
The moment he saw this message, Moriarty froze.

He seemed to suspect that there was still a trace of evil god's pollution in his consciousness, which led to hallucinations.

Otherwise, why could he see a correct answer?

[What about the third page]

As if to maintain his knowledge of the world, he asked again.

[a huge altar]

This is the answer he saw a day later.

However, by the time he verified this answer, it was already four days later.

Because there is really no way for him to turn the book to the third page in such a short period of time. If he does that, his spirit will definitely fall into an irreversible madness!
And when he broke through his limit again and turned the pages of the book again, he found that that person was right again?
Moriarty didn't continue to read the book that day, but sat on the sofa and fell into long meditation.
This is obviously wrong, no one can read so fast!

Unless that stranger is a cardinal?

Impossible, the archbishop in red will not leave the diocese at will, and even if he leaves, he will get the news as soon as possible.

So some powerful pope, or high priest?
It's also impossible, although I said that I don't need to stare at the guy who entered the room, but the security team I brought is not a fool, any contractor beyond the first stage, it is impossible to quietly step into this book museum.

Is it! ! !

For a moment, Moriarty wondered if it was true that the old man who spent his days in the small town hid his aura and came to this foggy city to play a little joke on himself.

But in the next moment, he denied this absurd idea. If the old man had left the town, the entire upper class of the empire would have been turned upside down.

So. It can only be a certain force that used some extremely complicated method to complete such a series of operations!
But what is the method?

Use a large number of people to read in batches, and then aggregate information?
Or use rubbing, or some method that I haven't thought of yet?

Moriarty has been thinking about this problem these days, even affecting his sleep!

But in the end, he finally had to admit that there should be only one person who entered that room, except himself.

Regardless of the time, the degree of use of the facilities in the room, the traces of the leather book being read, etc., there is only one person.

"Moland."

"What are your orders, Mr. Moriarty?"

"The guy who reads during the day will check it out for me."

"good"

Moran was a little surprised that his master seldom became interested in anyone.

Moreover, he had made it clear that there was no need to investigate this person.

Of course, Sherlock didn't know what kind of confusion and confusion his message had brought to the other 'book friend'.

Knowing that, he didn't care, he didn't even bother to infer the other party's basic information from the other party's handwriting or tone.

Oh, even if he doesn't take the initiative to reason, some information will still involuntarily appear in his mind when he glances at it.

For example, he clearly felt that the other party was an extremely arrogant person, but at the same time he was also a short man.
It's not that Sherlock discriminates against short people, but it's always interesting to think of the other person's tall and arrogant posture, coupled with such a height.

Anyway, the reason why he would reply to the other party's message was simply to have some fun while reading.

At this moment, he is walking in the sunset in London.

Recently, the atmosphere of the whole city seems to have undergone some subtle changes. On the street, there are more men and women brimming with happy smiles. The girl selling flowers stands in the ice and snow. From time to time on the street corners, boys and girls can be seen suddenly leading each other. There were even couples kissing in the middle of the road, but they were quickly scolded away by the sheriff.

It is rumored that some third-rate tabloids have said that the day of holy love is coming
Sherlock didn't know if it was true, but the surrounding atmosphere and messages from unknown sources always reminded him of that night in the tavern, Watson seemed to have mentioned similar information.

Is that old fortune teller really capable?
Whatever it is, even if that festival really comes, it has nothing to do with me.

After thinking about it, he returned to his apartment. Compared with the day of holy love, he was more concerned about how to encourage the landlady to get some beef back. His appetite for reading and reading these days has deteriorated, and he urgently needs a hearty meal. Supper to appease a fading appetite.

However, just stepped up the steps.
Sherlock's casual expression suddenly subsided.

Because he smelled a tinge of blood.

The surrounding wind was a bit strong, and the cold and damp diluted the smell, and he couldn't tell where it was coming from for a while. He subconsciously turned his head and looked at the landlady's door.
Near the keyhole, there are some unnatural scratches.

This means, this afternoon.

This door was broken.!

(End of this chapter)