Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 349 Died from a curse?

Cover your chest and die...

Angel immediately thought of medical terms such as "myocardial infarction" and "malignant arrhythmia". These professional words that were beyond the times did not even have corresponding expressions in Runen.

But if supernatural powers are involved, the possibilities are much more...

She has several ways to make the target die quietly without touching the target. Of course, the premise is that the target is just an ordinary person. If it is an extraordinary person, their physical fitness and extraordinary abilities may help them avoid the bad luck of death, but according to the sequence If you are different, you have to pay a high or low price.

"Poison, or curse?"

She offered her own insights.

Sherlock nodded and said:

"I think it should be a curse. The food he eats is provided by the club. If someone poisons him, it is difficult to accurately kill him and leave others unscathed, but a curse can do this. But there were so many people at the time Occasionally, I failed to pull out his hair or take away his personal belongings, which resulted in the direct failure of subsequent divination for him and the failure to obtain information about the murderer."

"Even if you get a divination medium, it is difficult to master the method of curse. A witch like me is also proficient in divination and anti-divination. Even a divination master will have a hard time breaking through the limitations," Angel said unceremoniously with a smile on his lips. Denying Sherlock's statement, "And there are many ways to curse. Using blood, hair, or cursed dolls, or even a physical contact a long time ago, the murderer can lock the target and impose a curse from a distance without exposing himself. "

"But you mentioned the case of the royal family leaving, and we already know that the royal family and the Witch Sect have close cooperation, and the identity of the murderer is actually very clear. The only question is, why did the royal family and the Witch Sect want to kill this Equestrian teacher, the other party has lost his title and is far away from political power, so he should not get into any strange troubles, unless he falls in love, or is fell in love with a prince or princess, and is killed and silenced by the royal family because of the disparity in status?"

"Falling in love with the prince?"

Sherlock looked at Angel in shock, but then he seemed to have thought of something and pursed his lips and said:
"... He did mention something about 'what it's like to really like someone', but he showed that he was very happy and stable, and he didn't have any worries or troubles about falling in love with someone with a different status... Well, it's not that he didn't at all. He's had similar behavior before, but it seems to have been resolved."

The two discussed for a while, but neither reached a conclusion. In order to verify his "anti-divination" conjecture, Angel even took out a magic mirror and performed a magic mirror divination on the spot, which failed shamefully.

"It seems that only the royal family and the Witch Sect know the truth about this matter. Maybe I can try to steal a few items from his house to strengthen the connection, and maybe I can divine some clues..."

Sherlock was still a little unwilling, and seemed to feel deeply for the death of his friend. Angel didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only find another topic to distract him.

"Speaking of the Witch Sect, I may be able to meet their leader in Backlund, a demigod witch, in early December." Angel thought about the "Ms. Desperate" that Servilia mentioned many times. There was also some anxiety, "It is said that they will have a 'big plan' in the near future, and this will be completed by 'Ms. Desperate'. Perhaps after she returns to Backlund, she can report her whereabouts to the Orthodox Church and They caught them all in one fell swoop..."

"Demigod? Sequence 4?"

Raising his eyebrows, Sherlock asked eagerly.

"Yes, of course, I have never met Ms. Despair herself. I only heard the descriptions from other sect members. And I will disguise myself well and use anti-divination, so the possibility of being discovered by the other party is not high."

Seeing that the other party was a little anxious, Angel felt relieved for no reason and quickly offered words of comfort.

"Besides, if I can't solve it, I can ask Mr. Fool for help. He should be able to find a solution."

"Mr. Fool..."

Sherlock murmured and repeated, his eyes slightly out of focus behind the lenses of his glasses. After a moment, he nodded and agreed:

"Indeed, Mr. Fool will definitely find a way."

He changed the subject: "You came to my house last night, um, to speed up the performance. Is it because of this?"

When Angel mentioned last night, he felt a little hot on his face. He subconsciously felt that this statement was inappropriate and wanted to deny it, but he didn't know how to speak. Finally, he nodded lightly and replied:

"Yes..." The two of them looked away at the same time and stopped talking.

"Ahem, do you have any other plans today?"

After a long time, it was Sherlock who spoke first.

"Study the "Book of Secrets" copied from you, make special ammunition, and maybe go to the East District to check on my rookie 'assassin' to prevent him from getting into strange trouble. I also need to contact another person who is cooperating with me.' "The Witch of Joy', reporting on the latest news and asking..."

Asked why her performance of "Happiness" progressed surprisingly quickly - she was embarrassed to say this.

"What about you?" She asked in order to divert attention.

"Maybe go out and look for some acting opportunities. My 'magician' should be fully digested in the past few days. By the way, I can go to the Harvest Church in the South District to see the unlucky vampire Emlyn, and explore the West District of Backlund in the middle of the night. remains."

Unexpectedly, Sherlock's life was so colorful. Angel repeated in surprise: "Relics in the West End?"

"It is a ruins from the Tudor era of the Fourth Age. I received a commission from a certain homeowner to investigate a secret passage in his house, and finally entered the ruins. But because there was a terrifying evil spirit inside, In order to prevent others from entering, I blew up the entrance there and blocked the entrance.

"But a baron who is probably a descendant of the Tudor family. He used to pretend to be crazy to avoid other people's sight. Now he has begun to dig secret passages, trying to enter the ruins, and follow the footsteps of several elders of his family who died in the ruins to awaken the evil man. Spirit. So we are going to 'dissuade' this groundhog who works overtime in the middle of the night and teach him a profound lesson so that he will give up this stupid idea."

It sounds interesting...

Angel thought, suddenly realizing the problem in his words.

"you?"

She always felt that she had had a similar conversation recently, and added doubtfully:

"Is she the lady who helped you resell gold bars last time?"

"……Yes."

Sherlock hesitated, but finally nodded to confirm.

"Then you... don't mind having one more person in the team?"

"The evil spirits in that ruins are very dangerous. I..." Sherlock opened his mouth to refuse, but looking at Angel's increasingly serious eyes, he pursed his lips and nodded, "Okay, I'll discuss it with her, but I should no problem."

"But, tonight you have to cooperate with me and complete a performance. Well, I mean a normal performance."

He explained in a superfluous way, which only made the two of them blush again.

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At night, an abandoned chapel on Williams Street at the junction of the West End and Queens once again welcomed an acquaintance.

Rafter Pound, who had gray hair on his temples and a sluggish look on his face, moved the stones from the corner of the church away from the baron, revealing the hidden hole at the back. He picked up the digging tools and oil lamps he carried, and pushed the basket for transporting earth. Arching up, he skillfully got into the tunnel, using his legs and elbows together, he quickly moved deeper.

Behind this excited "groundhog", three figures were looking at him quietly. The dim moonlight poured into the church from the frameless window, leaving only two blurry shadows.

　Stop scolding, stop scolding, your child won’t dare to do it next time_(:з」∠)_
　　
　
(End of this chapter)