Chapter 412 Divine Revelation

Almost all the extraordinary people in Beifeng Town, including the law enforcement officer of the [Suppression Bureau] branch from Shuisha City, the [Cold Wind Servant] of Sequence 6, did not feel anything wrong. They just had a sudden palpitation, as if the vast night had become deeper and more mysterious, and even the glow of the moth moon seemed to have dimmed a lot.

But no one felt anything wrong.

However, there were two people in the town who realized something.

In a bright mansion, our respected detective Sherlock Holmes was tumbling and crawling up the stairs. His twisted speed that challenged the limit of human body changes made Miss Aurora Watson, who rushed over with a lantern, immediately pull out two bright daggers with her fingers!

Two flying knives were aimed at the figure that seemed to be an evil ghost!

"Stop it! Watson!!"

Sherlock was scared and felt as if he was back on that terrifying pirate ship, facing the death that surged from the deep sea and approached in thunder and lightning. His sharp corners were like the high-pitched voice of a lady, causing the two deadly daggers pointed at his eyes to hover in front of his eyeballs.

His eyelashes could even feel the coldness of the sharp object, and Sherlock's eyes were wide open and he dared not stop.

"I know it's you."

The plump and sharp woman like an iceberg retracted the dagger in the blink of an eye. She had already seen clearly that it was Sherlock, but it was the first time she saw him so panicked with his hands and feet, so she threatened him.

"When can you change your bad habit of threatening me with a dagger?" Sherlock was still in shock.

"Never."

Although Watson's voice did not change, the pleasure of bickering between partners could still be felt.

"I really shouldn't have pulled you out of that dead pit... Forget it, help me quickly and take out my [Ai Zhe Incense Burner]. I seem to have felt the will of [The Mouth of the Sewing Thread] just now!" Sherlock climbed up the stairs and said a piece of news that would make everyone in [The Weaving Bureau] crazy.

"What...?"

Even Miss Watson, who was as cold as an iceberg, was shocked by the news, as if a phlogiston grenade had been dropped into her brain.

"Sherlock, are you secretly smoking opium in your room again?" As expected of a partner, Watson immediately thought that it was not the agent of the gods who received the oracle, but that he was high on drugs. After all, this matter was not without precedent, and Sherlock's private life was quite colorful.

"I don't need that thing to soothe my soul anymore, hurry up! Don't let this inspiration slip away from my brain, and don't let it get into my brain!"

[Mouth of the Stitches] is definitely not a merciful god.

He often uses dramatic changes to tell those who try to challenge fate or obey fate that no matter what you do, you are in a big net woven with silk threads.

When the incense in the incense burner rises, the light blue smoke is like a mixture of countless distorted and changing facial features, lingering on Sherlock's handsome face. In this weird atmosphere, he is like a faceless man, with only a pair of wise and bright eyes on his ever-changing face, as sharp as a knife!

[Ai Zhe Incense Burner], a relic that Sherlock bought from an exile at a very low price and with the intimidation of law enforcers. Its effect is to allow the user to enter the astral body state for a short time, that is, to temporarily give this person certain characteristics that only ascenders have. Because it requires sitting cross-legged and unable to move, and cannot cast spells, but can only use the brain, so it is useless except for giving people a short-term sense and state of transcending the sequence.

And its side effects are also very harsh. After using [Ai Zhe Incense Burner], no matter how long you use it, once it is interrupted, the disarming time will be returned directly twice.

God knows how this thing disarms the owner.

Anyway, when Sherlock shot the original owner of Sequence 7, a murderer, in the head with a look of despair after being disarmed, he was sure that the other party died very aggrievedly.

After getting the [Ai Zhe Incense Burner], Sherlock found the wonderful use of this thing while thinking about it.

With his own ability to observe the two worlds called [Psychic], Mr. Detective can always easily find evidence that others ignore or cannot find. No matter how deep the other party hides, as long as there are traces, he can chase them coldly, pull out all the criminals from incredible corners and then judge them.

In this smoky and mysterious atmosphere, Sherlock's eyes are like knives, gradually rising in the gap between the two worlds that Watson cannot see, following the vague will guidance from the [Seam Mouth], like the eyes of the sky overlooking this town.

In this magical vision.

Sherlock noticed that there are many places in this town that are absolutely dark. When he couldn't control himself and jumped again, a gust of cold wind mixed with deathly silence from the distant Star Mountains suddenly lifted him up and flew out!

"Wow!"

Sherlock unconsciously let go of the incense burner and vomited directly!

The mixture of blood and vomit was vomited all over the ground, and the meat and celery could be vaguely identified.

Watson, who knew that his partner would always get into trouble, handed him a cup of warm water.

"What oracle did you receive?"

Sherlock, who drank water in big gulps, looked like he was completely hollowed out. After lying at Watson's feet for about a few minutes, Sherlock sat up like a corpse.

"The God of Fate gave me fragments, and my archenemy is disturbing the balance of the gods." Sherlock first muttered like a charlatan, then returned to his nature and complained. "Watson, do you know what makes me sad? I have a partner beside me, but I have to lie on the cold ground."

"That's because you are stupid."

Aurora mocked Sherlock unceremoniously and sat on the sofa to use the [Ai Zhe Incense Burner]. Then this cold and beautiful woman picked up Sherlock from the neck and threw him on the sofa.

"Your archenemy? Is it the pervert who specializes in killing prostitutes in Shadow City, or the skinning doctor in Never Night Harbor?" Watson thought of many perverts in an instant. Those people were either completely crazy or not completely crazy. They were all extremely difficult and could create all kinds of man-made disasters.

"A lady."

"What?" Watson quietly clenched his fists.

"This is a message from the dark and the chaos. A lady will disrupt the long-standing balance of the gods. She is mysterious and ominous, and I will come like a hound sniffing a gap." Sherlock did not see his partner's hardened fist. He felt that [The Mouth of the Seam] might want to kill him as an agent.

The unknown lady was most likely the black angel who had appeared in the Stim Star Region before.