Phantom Master of the Elf

Chapter 149 Black Bottom Shield, Thorn Rose Chapter

"Did you see the man at 11 o'clock?" Holmes, who was dancing with Han Hao in the middle of the dance floor, said.

"I see, what's the problem?"

"That man's name is Moritia. He is a mathematician on the surface, but secretly he is the criminal king of the whole of Europe."

"It turns out that he is Moritia. He looks quite handsome. I thought this guy was a bad old man with a beard."

"Do you know Moritia?" Sherlock held back what he wanted to say, and said in a very amazing tone, but then he smiled self-deprecatingly, Moritia and him who stay at home every day It's not the same as the consulting detective in the United States. This guy is a big celebrity, with a certain reputation in the mathematics, philosophy and astronomy circles.

He thought that Han Hao would tell a long list of information about Moritia in one breath like when he revealed his identity before, but judging from the boy's eyes, he was just a little curious about Moritia.

Sherlock took Han Hao's hand, and the two completed a quarter-degree tango turn.

"I need you to invite Moritia later, put this around your neck, hide it in the neckline, and don't let him see it."

"Why did I invite him to dance? I remember that Moritia's reasoning ability is not inferior to yours, right? I'm afraid he can see through my crude disguise at a glance."

"How do you know that his reasoning ability is not inferior to mine? You are really wrong about this. In terms of reasoning, no one in this world can beat me. Also, you lack confidence in your own attire. People can recognize it."

Han Hao dubiously took the Band-Aid from Sherlock.

Since it was going to be attached to the neck, it must be something like a voice changer. Han Hao cleared his throat after attaching it, and found that the voice was indeed different from before.

It sounds a little sweet, not my own voice at all.

He pulled the neckline of the pink dress a little higher.

This dress is relatively small for him. Han Hao's height is not tall among men, but he can be considered tall among women.

Fortunately, he is relatively thin, and this one-piece dress looks like a slim-fitting uniform.

"Hello, Professor Moritia, can I ask you to dance?" It was a voice like a spring breeze, but Han Hao felt a little disgusted to himself.

The man named Moritia just let go of his female companion's hand, turned around and saw Han Hao in a one-piece dress.

I have to say that this woman's temperament is very strange. The hand stretched out because of the invitation to dance has a sense of deliberation, and the eyes are dodging and evading, looking very reluctant. This kind of woman usually arouses men's desire to conquer , but Moritia is not a person who has much pursuit of beauty.

In his eyes, the other party was just a "good-looking woman", other than that, there was no fluctuation in his heart.

Moritia took Han Hao's hand and smiled a standard British gentleman.

Han Hao suddenly thought of the British boy who invited Ran Bing to dance at the Jade Emperor Hotel. He also had this artificial smile on his face at that time. Since then, he was angry when he saw yellow hair.

Moritia's facial features are very three-dimensional, which is completely inconsistent with the image of the professor with thinning white hair in the novel. The dress on him is much neater than Sherlock's, and the inner lining does not have the rogue style of wearing two top buttons.

Moritia was looking around. In his opinion, the "reluctant" girl dancing with him in front of him must have been arranged by someone for the purpose of protruding something from his mouth.

Han Hao stepped on the dance steps with Le Dian, he was also very strange, what did Sherlock ask him to do?

There are no directives other than women's clothing and voice changers.

They looked for Sherlock around the dance floor, but the guy who called himself a detective was gone. Where the two of them stood just now was only a dark red Zoroya, watching Han Hao's dance steps and applauding.

"Look at the ghost! The person is gone! Find it quickly!" Han Hao thought in his heart.

This sentence was instantly captured by Zoroya's telepathy, and he turned his head to look.

Why did the big detective next to me just now disappear?

Han Hao felt cheated.

He even suspected that the guy asked him to dance just out of the blue.

The waveguide spreads rapidly around.

No matter how strong your reasoning ability is, you haven't seen waveguide before, have you?

Sherlock!

You better hide away!

In one breath, Grosvenor House's 3D modeling has been imprinted in Han Hao's mind.

but......

No.

There is no Sherlock in the whole hotel.

The place that the waveguide can't cover is only below the surface. The Giant Pincer Mantis took advantage of this loophole to seriously injure him in the western suburbs. Doesn't this Sherlock also make holes?

In the range of Bird, Moritia walked past a waiter holding a wine glass from the seat where Moritia was sitting.

Then.....

The plate in his hand dropped, the red wine spilled, the man who looked like a bodyguard pulled the waiter's collar, the waiter quickly apologized, and picked up the broken glass on the ground into the plate.

No one noticed that the waiter accidentally touched the briefcase on the seat when he bent down, and then a black emblem appeared in his hand.

The corner of Han Hao's mouth twitched while he was dancing.

I can't find it just because of changing clothes, Sherlock does have the ability to disguise himself.

Was he just a tool to attract attention?

So angry.

Suddenly want to kill people.

After the dance, Han Hao shook off Moritia's hand, the disgust in his eyes was undisguised.

Moritia froze.

He had never seen such a woman.

"Which family is the woman dancing with me?" Moritia asked the bodyguard beside her.

"I don't know, looking at the coat of arms on her clothes, it seems to be..."

"What is it?"

"Professor, that seems to be female... no, it's the coat of arms of Elizabeth's family."

"Elizabeth... no wonder... no wonder she treats me that way."

......

......

Grosvenor House bathroom.

Han Hao snatched the badge from Sherlock's hand.

"Be careful! I have to find a way to put it back later!"

"What is this thing?"

"how could I know?"

"I don't know if you still take it?"

Xia Luoka shrugged and said: "I only know that Moritia belongs to this organization, and he must be a senior member of the organization. As for the name of this organization, I'm sorry, I don't have a clue yet."

"Organization?" Han Hao remembered that Moritia seemed to be an arms dealer. As for why he belonged to an organization, if the top criminal leaders in the 19th century were only members of a certain organization, how huge would this organization be? What kind of situation?What kind of strength does he have to make people like Moritia willing to bow down and surrender.

Han Hao looked at the badge in his hand.

Black background, shield shape, a brown thorn rose on the emblem, and a dark red ankh printed under the rose.

Where has he seen this badge? This situation is very unscientific. How could he have seen a badge that was two centuries apart in time.

Shield on black background, rose of thorns printed on the Ankh.

Han Hao suddenly remembered.

At the Fairy Center in Huxian Ridge, the man at the front desk handed him the room card. He had seen this kind of tattoo. Duan Chenyang also mentioned it intentionally or unintentionally in the letter he sent to him.

A stream of cold sweat ran down Han Hao's spine.

Dark party!

If all these could be connected in series, then he really didn't dare to continue thinking, he felt that he was witnessing a certain historical event that was about to happen.

Ask for tickets every day, the next chapter will be updated at night.

(End of this chapter)