what do you think sherlock

Chapter 126 Francis
"Okay, the performance time is over." Seeing that Sherlock and his party had been thrown into the distance by him, Francis touched his simple chin outlined by one or two black lines:
"Will Sherlock be moved to tears? Now he must be determined to join our school of experience."

Thinking about it, Francis rubbed his hands a little triumphantly, with a strange smile of success on his face.

Just when he was immersed in joy, a powerful and terrifying breath of death gushed out from the tomb below, drawing Francis' attention back.

"Tsk tsk," Francis glanced down with disdain for a countryman, and said softly, "I really thought I was sure of me, although my avatar is really not your opponent, but here is London, stranger."

While making a mocking sound, Francis took out a stack of small pieces of paper from the oil painting.

Grabbing the stack of small pieces of paper, Francis sent them out of the oil painting, and a miraculous scene suddenly appeared above the tomb. Those things that looked like small pieces of paper in the oil painting immediately stretched out of the scope of the oil painting, and the colors From light to thick, it gradually grows against the wind, and when it flies a distance of one or two meters away from the oil painting, the seemingly small pieces of paper turned into one after another with yellowish background color printed with ink. British pound notes.

Huge numbers of British pound notes hovered in the air like schools of fish in the deep sea.

In the process of flying, those British pound banknotes produced by the Bank of England and the Bank of Scotland with different denominations, the portraits of the characters printed on the back of them are constantly changing, like a frame after frame of animation, flashing crazily on the paper The flickering process lasted only two or three seconds, and then, the portrait on each pound note became a woman with brown side hair and a pointed chin. And men with deep eye sockets.

"Francis, what a surprise." The portraits of the men on the pound opened their mouths at the same time, and multiple voices gathered above the tomb into a greeting that sounded a little scary.

"Isn't this troublesome and needs help? You happen to be in London." Francis showed a warm smile, without any sense of guilt for suddenly shaking people.

"This is thick-skinned, as expected of you, Francis." The portraits of banknotes hovering in the sky let out hearty laughter one by one, as loud as a whole theater laughing.

"Adam, don't laugh, hurry up and do business." Francis said to the man on the pound sterling, not at all conscious of asking for help.

Hearing Francis' urging, the pile of pound banknotes hovering in the sky suddenly shrank and gathered together, condensing into a ball of paper, and then the ball of paper stretched out like plasticine, outlining the shape of a human.

Just as the breath of death below became stronger and stronger, the figure made of British pound notes fell silently from the sky above the tomb, and the moment his feet stepped on the soil on the surface, the huge death The breath dissipated like a bubble, as if everything that happened before was just an illusion.

"He has already run away." Adam turned his head to look at the small copper watch that dropped from the sky together.

"Well, I take back the ridicule I made at him earlier, this outsider is still a bit knowledgable." Francis shrugged helplessly.
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In an unknown, dimly lit room.

A middle-aged man in a classic aristocratic nightgown sat up from his soft bed.

"An unidentified fourth-order transcendent has sneaked into London secretly." The man rubbed his head, as if he hadn't fully woken up from his sleep.

However, this did not prevent him from issuing orders. The man snapped his fingers slightly, and the light bulbs in the room automatically turned on, and then a voice that sounded like electronic synthesis came from all directions in the room:

"Dear sage, hello, what's your order? Aphrodite is always at your service."

"I need to convene a meeting of sages immediately." The man said in a brisk tone.

"Are you sure you want to convene an emergency meeting now? Your Excellency the Sage?" The voice, which seemed to be electronically synthesized, reconfirmed.

"Yes, I'm sure it will be held." Francis smiled as if he had just finished a prank, and he couldn't wait to see the expressions of those old guys who were awakened from their sleep.
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Soho at night, at the entrance of the Windmill Theater.

Patrick worked up his courage and approached the theater's gate step by step.

"Oh, Mr. Patrick," several reception waiters outside the theater gate showed surprised expressions. Patrick has a great reputation in the London theater circle, and he is a rising stage star. As a well-known theater The staff, the waiters at the reception undoubtedly knew all the well-known figures in the theater world well, so Patrick was recognized by everyone at the door as soon as he arrived here.

"Hey, everyone." Patrick raised his right hand to greet everyone, and showed his signature shy smile. His bright, sunny, and shy smile of a teenager has fascinated many ladies in London. Miss.

"What do you want to do here?" the head waiter greeted.

"I want to go to the theater to find Miss Alena." Patrick said naturally, and at the same time began to observe the micro expressions on the faces of the waiters.As an excellent actor, he is not only good at controlling his own expression, but also good at observing the subtle changes in other people's faces.

"Actually, we haven't seen Miss Alianna for a long time." The head waiter said apologetically. His reaction was very natural. It can be seen that for ordinary theater staff, they don't know about Alianna. Na has disappeared and even died.

"This is really unlucky. Then I'll go see Director Wang Delei. I haven't seen him for a long time. By the way, I can ask him if he knows about Aliena's situation." Patrick calmly found a suitable one. The grounds, successfully mixed into the theater.

The Windmill Theater at Midnight no longer arranges large-scale performances, but there are bars and dance halls in the hall and first floor of the theater. There are two small performance stages here, and some singers and dancers who are not so famous will perform here.

Patrick has been here a few times before, but most of the ladies don't like this kind of more public entertainment place, and they prefer a smaller salon with more privacy.

Of course, Patrick's purpose at this time was to find Aliena, so he directly skipped the bar and dance hall area, and went straight to the backstage of the theater. He believed that Aliena should also be in these places, especially the office of Director Wang Delei , where she must pass.

Just when Patrick was thinking this way, in his sight, at the corner of the corridor ahead, a corner of a red and white dress suddenly appeared.

(End of this chapter)