The years I played survival games [Comprehensive Yingmei]

"I now believe that Mr. Berlin bears a resemblance to those who committed suicide."

Watson looked at the paint. The paint itself had a smell, and the smell masked the smell of blood. He didn't smell it at first.

No one else noticed, only Sherlock, who has a very keen sense of smell, did.

Under his reminder, Watson smelled it, and indeed found an imperceptible smell of blood.

Watson's face turned ugly when he thought that the paintings in the ongoing exhibition were probably all painted with this kind of paint.

"But the one we're looking for isn't here.

Satan is not here. "

Willow was a little disappointed.

"It's normal, you said that what Satan wants is to spread dark beliefs in this world. But because of the restrictions of the world, it can only appear in London for the time being.

If he wants to hurry up, then he will definitely choose to cast his net everywhere. "

Sherlock said lightly.

That said, staring at Mr. Berlin doesn't really do much.

Everyone looked at each other helplessly, left the attic, and reached the second floor. They hesitated whether to go to the first floor to have a look, when they heard the voice of the servant greeting Mr. Berlin.

Mr. Berlin is back.

In order not to startle the snake, everyone decided to leave first, and Willow teleported away with them.

Just like when they came, several people just disappeared without a sound.

It was already late at night, and Willow also needed to rest.

She originally thought of going to live with Jack and Ruth temporarily, yes, she was going to eat and drink at an old acquaintance's house.

But she didn't expect to see an old car on the side of the road.

It's a classic car, but from Willow's point of view, at this moment, this black car is just right.

The driver inside said that he was sent by Mr. Holmes to pick up Willow, Sherlock and Watson.

The Mr. Holmes he was talking about was naturally not Sherlock, but Mycroft Holmes, the elder brother of Sherlock Holmes.

"Jack, Ruth, you go back first."

Willow spoke to the two of them.

"Don't worry, it'll be fine."

Willow and Sherlock were driven back to 221B Baker Street.

Although it is a classic car, it is very comfortable to sit on. Willow feels that the owner of the car must enjoy it very much.

The door was open, and the three walked in directly.

Willow saw a tall and fat man wearing a traditional British three-piece suit sitting on the sofa with his back to them.

Hearing footsteps, he stood up.

Walking towards Willow.

Mycroft held out his hand.

"It is an honor to meet you for the first time, Miss Fire Spirit. My name is Mycroft Holmes."

His movements were very natural, as if he was treating someone who had the same right to speak as him, not a little girl, which made Willow have a good impression of him.

She stretched out her small hand and took the big hand of the man opposite.

"It's a great honor to meet you for the first time, Mr. Holmes. I'm Willow."

After greeting Willow, Mycroft looked at the other two.

"Long time no see my brother, Sherlock.

And Mr. Watson. "

When everyone was seated again, the man who had been staying in the room without any sense of presence brought coffee, black tea and milk.

The milk, of course, belonged to Willow.

In this regard, she doesn't mind. After all, in this era when refrigerators are not popular, ice cream is a rare commodity, and juice must be freshly squeezed, so the choice of drinks is naturally much less.It is a good thing to have fresh milk to drink.

As for coffee and black tea, such drinks that are exciting and cause insomnia, as a ghost of a florist, Willow refuses.

But the other three were not as particular about her, Sherlock thanked the man who brought the coffee.Then he looked at his brother.

"How much do you know?"

"A little bit, but enough that I have to pay more attention to it. I'm ready to hear a special story."

Mycroft looked up at his brother.

Sherlock and him stared at each other for a few seconds, then he looked away and said what he knew.

He's not a good storyteller, but his mind allows him to quickly organize the information he knows, and keep everything organized and organized.

People can't help but listen carefully, and remember.

However, even if he told it in such a tone as if he was making an experimental report, it could not change the magical color of the story itself.

Mycroft, who was just listening from the side, didn't show any doubts.It was completely different from Watson's performance at the time.

He listened to the whole story with his expression unchanged.

"I do know a lot of clues about people similar to that Mr. Berlin."

Then he gave instructions to the man next to him.

The man placed the materials he brought on the table.

These materials collected two days ago are all marked as top secret, but now they are placed on the table here for anyone to watch at will.

Willow picked up a document.

The above is about a writer who was originally a very popular writer of love stories, but one day the writer suddenly gave up the novel he had been writing, changed his style, and started writing another novel. a novel.

It can hardly be regarded as a novel, because it is full of words praising the Lord of Darkness, and the love of worship in it has reached the point of madness.

Of course, such content also means that this novel is not heavy, but rather thin.

Readers who love this author bought many of them without knowing it. Perhaps they will be puzzled and confused when they read it for the first time, and they cannot understand why their favorite author suddenly changed to such a strange style.

But they couldn't help but read it a second time and a third time, and then they fell in love with this strange novel crazily, and they recited the words praising the Lord of Darkness aloud.

And I am very happy to share this book with relatives and friends around me.

Because of this, the book became popular in a small area of ​​London in just two days.

The other few pages are the experiment report, which contains information about the probability and degree of brainwashing of normal people by using a copy of the book to show it to normal people.

Willow picked up another look.

This is very simple, a priest, he doesn't paint and write as hard as a writer and painter, he just suddenly doesn't believe in God and Jesus.

He put on a black robe and walked in London, still preaching, but now he is admiring Dormammu, the Lord of Darkness.

With his mouth, although there are not as many believers as writers and painters, his behavior can be regarded as the most veritable development of a cult.

He and the members he developed are all dressed in black.

And they seem to have another event afterwards, to do a grand sacrifice, so that Satan, the subordinate of the evil god, will really come to this world.So that they can more smoothly spread the dark beliefs throughout the world.

Willow looked at the section of information below without blinking her eyes.

"Are you sure they're going to summon Satan?"

she asked Mycroft, and then added after a pause.

"If I see Satan, then I can definitely catch him and find the point where Dormammu connects to this world. As long as I cut off the connection, everything will be solved."

"If nothing else happens, they will be NO.13 this month."

Mycroft spoke.

"But before that, I want to know if it is possible to wake up those bewitched people.

Although I am only a small employee of the British government, if this matter continues to expand, I will still have a headache. "

After hearing this, Willow couldn't help but look up, and looked at Mycroft's forehead, which was beginning to show signs of British baldness.

Not only headaches, but also baldness.

But she hadn't seriously thought about what Mycroft said.

[System, those people are nothing more than affecting their spirits, as long as they eat some toffee, it should be almost the same, right? 】

Willow asked the system.

The system indicates that some of them are possible, but not most of them are applicable.

[People who have been bewitched through paintings, novels, etc. can almost get out of control as long as they replenish their spirits and stop touching those things.

But those who have been bewitched by Satan himself, such as Berlin painters, have been polluted by Satan's energy.

After eating the taffy, he can only be awake for a while, and soon his consciousness will be swallowed up again.Unless Dormammu's point of connection to this world is completely cut off.At that time, these energies will naturally be rejected by the world. 】

[Enough is enough. 】

After all, what Mycroft wanted was not to cause widespread riots.

She took out some taffy and told Mycroft what the candies were doing.

"Thank you for your help, the British government will never forget your help, Miss Willow."

Mycroft picked up a candy and played with it in his hand, then looked up to thank Willow.

"However, I don't have many materials. For the time being, I only have these. Give me half a day and I will bring back enough candies."

The amount Willow prepared at the beginning was only for her, Jack, and Ruth to eat. As a result, there were more Sherlock and Watson, and now there are so many bewitched people.

She has to prepare by herself.

At noon the next day, Willow returned to No. 221B Baker Street on time.

Watson was taken aback when he saw her suddenly appear, and then saw that Willow came back without a single candy in his hand, and only a small backpack on his back, he was puzzled.

"Didn't you say you want to make candy? Is there enough candy in such a big backpack?

Or is something wrong? "

"Of course not, the candy is ready."

Willow looked at Watson who was puzzled, and then at Sherlock who walked into the living room, and naughty thoughts came to him.

She stretched out her hand with a smile, and then used her thoughts to manipulate the candies in her backpack to appear.

Crashing, continuous, toffee wrapped in transparent sugar paper pouring down from her cuffs.

Then she took off the backpack, opened it and poured it out on the ground.Immediately, another wave of candies flowed out like running water.

In no time the candy was all over the living room floor!

Seeing those taffy candies piled up into a small slope, Watson hurriedly said.

"Enough, enough!"