big devil holmes

Chapter 96 Heavy Snow (Part [-])

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...

Just at the moment when a gap appeared in the door, a shrill scream rushed out of it, and it ran through the entire corridor in an instant!
And the screams should have been going on for quite a while, because the throat of the person who screamed was obviously damaged, and there was even the sound of blood-covered air blasts.

Sherlock didn't know what happened, but at this moment, he yanked the door open without any hesitation! !

In the small room in front of him, the tables and chairs were in a mess, and all the books on the bookshelves were scattered. On the floor, a man in a black gown was tumbling crazily. A large amount of white smoke was constantly evaporating from his body. Bai, with blood spattering from his mouth from time to time, looked extremely miserable.

And under such circumstances, his hand was still firmly holding a book, which was the "Divine Comedy".

No, it should not be said to hold. In fact, this person is desperately trying to let go of his hand, but the book is like high-temperature welded steel, firmly sticking his hands. , constantly emitting a screeching sound.

This scene was just a flash in Sherlock's eyes. He never thought that he would meet the guy who refused to admit defeat in this way. He didn't even have time to look at the twisted face of the other party. , and without hesitating for a second, he rushed into the room in an instant, grabbing the book in his hand!

The book turned out to be extremely hot, but it was so weird that it only had temperature, but it would not burn Sherlock's hand, just like those things that burn without fire in hell.

Well, now is not the time to think about it, Sherlock began to tug on the book, trying to get it out of the opponent's hand, and at the same time, some tentacles emerged from the shadows under the table, invisible backs, and blind spots of vision , rolled up the opponent, and wanted to help pull it, but just as soon as it touched the opponent's body, it began to convulse violently.

Fortunately, these tentacles are very well-behaved and obedient, and they can see their pain, but they still keep rushing towards the person, entangled him, and dragged him back desperately.
Just like that, after a full 5 minutes of tearing, the page finally stabbed, and even a piece of bright red flesh was torn off, and Sherlock also stepped back several steps suddenly because of the sudden failure.

At the same time, at this moment, the whole book seemed to suddenly lose its anchor point in the real world, and began to melt and disappear quickly. In a few seconds, it all turned into dust invisible to the naked eye
The only hell picture book in the world just disappeared.

But Sherlock didn't think it was a pity. After all, he could enter hell directly, and he had already finished reading the whole book. Compared with this book, he would rather focus on it first. on the guy.

At this moment, the other party seemed to finally have a room to breathe. He was lying on the ground miserably, his body trembling with pain. Sherlock stepped forward and touched the artery under his neck.
Having been in contact with those murderers for a long time, he has a natural sensitivity to the life and death of people, so just by feeling the beating of blood vessels, he can be sure that this person will not die for a while, but is extremely weak.

So, he grabbed the opponent's arm and put it on his shoulder.

"What are you going to do.?"

The person on the shoulder suddenly spoke, his voice was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes.

"No matter what, take you to the hospital first."

"put me down"

"Come on, your clothes are not ordinary at first glance. They have something to do with the Holy See. If you die here, it will inevitably cause me trouble. I have been annoying enough recently, so please be honest with me. !"

Sherlock's tone was full of impatience, and the weak Moriarty couldn't help but frown. Since he was born, no one has ever dared to talk to him in such an attitude, let alone dare to ignore his orders.

But unfortunately, he can't do anything now except let the other party support him.

"Put me down, I have a little glass ball in my left pocket, break it"

"what?"

"Do as I say, it will help you more than sending me to the hospital."

Sherlock hesitated for a moment, and finally put the opponent down. Immediately afterwards, he really found a glass ball with a diameter of less than two centimeters in his pocket.

He didn't quite know what this thing was for, but he still fell to the ground curiously.

"Crack!" sound.

The glass ball shattered! !

At the same time, in the small courtyard of the church behind the library, the maid Moran was waiting anxiously. For some reason, her master ordered her not to follow her today. She was extremely worried, but as a The maid's professionalism made her dare not disobey the other party's orders.

sudden!
A glass ball on her chest popped open without touching anything else!

At this moment, a flash of panic flashed in Moran's eyes, and then he rushed out of the room without even thinking about it. The speed was so fast that it caused a strong wind in the room, blowing all the papers and documents around Zhou Zai. Rolls fly around.
In that corridor, Sherlock looked at the man leaning against the wall, and his eyes stayed on his face for a moment again, looking a little embarrassed: "We have seen it, haven't we."

"Yes. At a pet store but I promise, it was just a coincidence that you and I met again."

"Hearing your tone, have you checked me?"

"I've checked." Moriarty admitted directly: "You should be able to tell that I'm a somewhat powerful person, and it's easy to check you. What is worth investigating, in fact, I'm just curious why you can read that book so fast."

Sherlock squinted his eyes, and he wondered, how could there be such a narcissistic guy, who was obviously paralyzed and unable to move, and even assumed a superior posture, just his tone, coupled with his small body The board, it is estimated that it will be beaten a day in Lower London!

But apart from this thin body, Sherlock has never seen such a pair of extremely calm and resolute eyes. He doesn't know what kind of environment created such eyes, even if his hands are already burned by the heat. The burning and tearing became bloody and bloody, and he never showed the slightest pain. At the same time, he didn't know why there would occasionally flash a moment of loneliness in those calm eyes.

Moriarty no longer speaks
A few days ago, he received a report that the people of the Holy Light Temple had come into contact with the Holy Maiden.

This means that the woman that I don't understand at all is about to appear in my life after all!

He was a little annoyed, a little displeased, and a little powerless, but he knew that all of this was unavoidable. As the Holy Son, it was impossible for him to blatantly violate this custom that the entire empire knew, so he quickly adjusted his mentality. .

In other words, he thought he had adjusted his mentality.

Today, he wanted to relax, so he didn't let Moran by his side.

Originally, this should not be a surprise, after all, I have completely adapted to the pain from the depths of my soul these days.

However...he was still distracted while reading!

Just a moment of negligence, his mind was infected by great pain and fear almost instantly, his hands were firmly branded on the book, and the holy dew all over his body evaporated, and he couldn't resist the book. Residual evil god pollution!
If it wasn't for the sudden appearance of this guy in front of him, then he should have gone completely crazy by now, or he would have been branded into a mummified corpse alive.
But even so, Moriarty's first thought was still not fear, let alone remorse over his conceit.

It's a pity that the book is gone.

The holy dew that evaporated in a large amount in an instant seemed to have some kind of strong backlash against the evil god's pollution, making those fragile paper pages no longer able to resist, thus turning into the tiniest dust.

And the thoughts so far
Suddenly, a huge roar from a distance interrupted his thoughts.

He turned his gaze and looked at the corner of the corridor, the direction from which the voice came.

And Sherlock couldn't help but look sideways, looking over there.

The roar was approaching from far away, as if a full-speed steam train was driving towards this direction crazily.
No, that speed was much faster than a steam train, because the moment the roar reached his ears, a figure had already arrived in front of Sherlock with a huge wind pressure, and the floor of the corridor that was trampled behind him was raised. Flying rubble.

Moran's eyes were red, and he saw his master sitting slumped by the wall with uncertain life and death, and standing in front of him was a strange man.

At this moment, a landslide and tsunami-like explosion sounded in the girl's mind. She was just a maid. In this second, she had no time to think about anything. She could only follow her instinct and not want the stranger to distance herself Master is too close!

Thus, a slender fist inevitably hit the stranger's chest!
That speed almost surpassed the wind and waves that erupted just now.
And Sherlock
He was really depressed, why is this plot so clichéd?He rescued a boy with a bit of power in his family, and then he was misunderstood by his bodyguard or servant. The first time he saw him, he wanted to beat himself up?
The serialized novels on the last page of the third-rate tabloids no longer write like this!

But when he thought about this, his body had already turned sideways naturally, as if he had prepared for the dodge at this moment a second earlier.
Fortunately
This bloody fight that occurred due to a misunderstanding as soon as they met was not staged.

Because the moment the weak Moriarty heard the roar, he had already opened his mouth and said softly:

"he is my friend"

As soon as the words fell, the wind pressure swept in front of Sherlock. In an instant, the gust of wind stopped suddenly, rocks flew, and the air current rolled up dust, roaring across the corridor.

Moran's slender fist landed exactly an inch in front of Sherlock.

Just go a little further.
Forehead.
Moran froze for a moment.

She looked at the man who was already standing sideways in front of her in some shock, and found that if her fist moved a little further, she would rush out because of the lack of strength, and rolled until the other end of the corridor hit the wall before she could stop Bar
An inexplicable panic surged into her heart for a moment, the girl subconsciously turned her gaze, and looked at the man standing beside her.
The man was also looking down at himself, then turned around and glanced at the person sitting against the wall:
"By the way, you have investigated me, so what's your name?"

The other party pushed down the glasses with a badly injured hand, and responded softly:
"Moriarty."

(End of this chapter)