The Black Book

Zhu Haomiao's will separated from his body and followed this path, ignoring the barriers of time and space, and descended into the body of the most "loyal" believer.

On the other side, in a brightly lit, luxurious and elegant banquet hall, Wilson suddenly opened his eyes with his eyebrows closed, raised his eyes slightly, and looked at the beautiful girl in front of him with a half-smile.

No wonder……

Wilson will be so scared that he begs for my protection...

Looking directly into the pure golden eyes exuding a faint holy light for a moment, "Wilson" smiled slightly, calmly shifted his gaze and looked at the handsome white man holding a pipe beside him.

"Mr. Sherlock, I don't understand your question."

Facing those dark and deep eyes, Sherlock Worth's hand holding the pipe trembled inexplicably, and he subconsciously lowered his eyes, not daring to look directly.

The beautiful girl next to him narrowed her eyes and stared at Wilson's face in confusion.

She could feel that at that moment, some kind of drastic change had occurred in this native that even she could not detect.

The guy who was so nervous that he couldn't even speak, didn't dare to look directly into his eyes, could only close his eyes and tremble, suddenly seemed like a different person!

Not only did she look directly at herself without fear, her gaze was calm and profound, as if she was just an ordinary girl.

At this time, Sherlock Voss finally came to his senses, raised his eyes again, stared at those dark and evil pupils, and asked calmly.

"Mr. Wilson, I'm asking you if you have any clues about Mr. Liran Campbell. Before he disappeared, you and his Chamber of Commerce seemed to have had a violent conflict."

Hearing this, Wilson smiled slightly.

"Are you accusing me of having something to do with Liran Campbell's disappearance?"

"No...I didn't..."

Wilson waved his hand, interrupting Sherlock Voss's defense, and said quietly quietly.

"It is true that my business does partially overlap with Campbell's, and some friction and unhappiness did occur, but these are normal business competitions and will not affect our friendship."

Sherlock Voss: "..."

What you call normal business competition is to blow up your opponent's factory to the sky?

Still unable to adapt to the simple business wars of capitalists in the 19th century, Sherlock Voss rubbed his temples painfully.

"Besides, I invited him to all the parties I organized before. We are actually quite close friends."

"But after that party, his spirit seemed to be severely stimulated and he became very crazy."

Wilson shook his head calmly and looked at Sherlock Voss sincerely.

"I don't know about that. Maybe there's something wrong with his business..."

After hesitating for a moment, Sherlock Voss sighed regretfully and stretched out his hand.

"I understand, thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Wilson."

Holding the opponent's slender and strong palm and shaking it gently, Wilson smiled.

"This is what I should do, Detective Sherlock."

After saying that, Wilson looked meaningfully at the beautiful girl with a holy temperament who had been standing quietly beside Sherlock Voss.

If they didn't know her identity, most people would think that this immature girl was the follower of the mature Sherlock Voss.

However, "Wilson" recognized this existence at a glance...

Archangel Gabriel!

Watching the two of them go away, gradually obscured by other people at the banquet, Wilson narrowed his eyes, an imperceptible black light flashing in his pupils.

On the other side of the banquet, Sherlock Voss's lips moved slightly, and silent words were passed directly between the two.

"Lord Gabriel, did he lie?"

"have no idea."

"Huh??!!! You don't know?!!"

No one can lie under the watchful eye of an archangel unless...

His whole body trembled, Sherlock Voss's hair stood on end, and waves of fear suddenly surged in his heart.

As if aware of his thoughts, Gabriel glanced at him lightly.

"It's not what you think. I just can't see clearly. That guy seems to have a second personality. For this special soul, simple lie detection is of little significance."

"And the more profound thought reading, with my current strength, cannot be easily used..."

Sherlock Voss breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and then frowned.

"Can we only investigate through conventional means?"

"Well, in line with the principle of who benefits and who is the most suspect, we should investigate all those who participated in the partition. The cultists should be among them..."

"Uh... Lord Gabriel, are you sure that Liran Campbell was sacrificed by a cultist?"

Sherlock Voss had doubts.

The business wars in the 19th century were too "plain and unpretentious". They were not assassinations, but explicit killings!

Today you led a group of gunmen to attack me!

I will lead a group of gunmen to attack you tomorrow!

The day after tomorrow, we will use submachine guns to shoot at the rioting workers!

The day after tomorrow, the country’s tax officials will be blown up to the sky!

These capitalists are so wild, they are like a group of hyenas, vultures, and sharks!

As long as they smell a trace of blood, they will swarm up and eat their prey!

As long as they have 300% profit, they dare to trample all laws in the world!

There is no such thing as reverence or rules!

Lao Ma’s Capital is still too conservative...

Not only are their pores filled with blood, but they are also crazy and indescribable...

In Sherlock Voss's eyes, Li Ran Campbell's disappearance was the result of a "plain and simple" business war among capitalists.

A beast in the dark jungle shed blood, and the surrounding bloodthirsty monsters rushed to eat it. This was just their instinctive reaction, which was too common!

What's more, Li Ran Campbell's property was divided up by the Qing court and a dozen indigenous forces from several major empires. Wilson was just an inconspicuous one among them. Could it be that they were all involved in cult activities?

Knowing Sherlock Voss's doubts, Gabriel just shook his head calmly and said lightly in an ethereal voice like a chant.

"I heard his prayer before he died."

"I felt his despair, pain and... repentance..."

"I can't lead him to heaven..."

"He is guilty!"

Listening to the sweet whisper like a silver bell, Sherlock Voss felt as if he had been electrified, goose bumps stood up, and his eyes looking at the girl became more awed, pious, and fanatical...

The plain words spoke of her supreme authority, she judged all the sins in the world!

Archangel Gabriel!

She will blow the trumpet of the Last Judgment!

Even though Sherlock Voss was not a fanatic, he couldn't help but kneel on one knee, look up at the pure girl, and ask the words he wanted most in his heart.

"Sir, in the future...can I go to heaven?"

Giving Sherlock Voss a deep look, Gabriel showed a holy and beautiful smile.

"Maybe."

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