[Comprehensive British and American] My Neighbor Mr. Holmes

With the panicked crowd and the flickering lights, William ran forward quickly.

No.

No.

No.

……

Sherlock was nowhere to be found.

The flickering red light on the wall became extremely harsh. At this time, there was no one in the corridor, and it was quiet, like an empty tomb.

This is wrong.

William stopped, and then he began to pay attention to his surroundings. The faint magic power began to spread and surge in the entire corridor. The magic power was very familiar, like... a magic circle.

Magic circle?

When William thought of this, a thought suddenly appeared in his mind, five corridors, if one corridor represents a point, then, isn’t it a pentagram?

According to this inference, it seems that their initial target was not Sherlock at all, but himself.

If their goal in the first place was themselves, then, that is to say, Sherlock would be fine.

That's great.

As soon as William thought of this, William breathed a sigh of relief. Before he was about to leave, he found a large wave of magic power around him. There was a faint gray magic power surging in the air, as if something was about to come.

The gray mist represents low-level demons.

The denseness of the fog represents the number of demons.

The place where the wind comes out represents the direction of the monster's attack.

After all the regulations were confirmed one by one, William's toes touched the bottom, and the golden pentagram spread from the bottom of his feet. With him as the center, the gray mist dissipated within half a meter. Lifting it up, a red flame ignited from his hand, and it looked extraordinarily bright in the corridor that was gradually becoming dark at this time.

"coming."

William said, with a wave of his hand, the red flame instantly turned into a beam of light, rushing towards the demon that appeared in the north, the red flame pierced through the first demon, and continued to fly backward, piercing through five or six demons in a row , then silently disappeared into the air together with the demons that had just appeared.

The gray mist is getting thicker and thicker.

William clearly saw that more and more demons appeared in this not-so-wide corridor, densely stacked together, without leaking a single gap.

Really, too many.

Seeing this, William couldn't help frowning. Although he could deal with it easily, there were so many of them, it was too troublesome.

From this point of view, there is only one choice.

He didn't know who told him this spell, but it was his best choice at this time.

Thinking of this, William raised his hands, the thumbs and index fingers of his left and right hands touched each other, and the pads of the other three fingers were attached to the palms of his hands, forming a triangle, placed in front of his face, William closed his eyes, and recited a spell.

As the incantation was uttered, white light began to radiate from the seal, and a triangle began to slowly expand, standing on William's magic circle, forming a proof. As the last word was uttered, the white triangle emitted light. The dazzling light, the light is getting bigger and bigger, extending throughout the entire corridor, the demons touched by it, as if they were burned by something, turned into ashes and disappeared in the air.

In an instant, the demons in the entire corridor were swept away, and the originally dark corridor became bright again in an instant.

Gotta get out of here.

William thought of this and planned to walk back along the way he came, but when he returned to the hall, the way he came had disappeared.

That place turned into a pale wall at this time, only five roads were still brightly illuminated by the lights here.

It seemed that the man was about to kill him.

Although William didn't know who he had offended, and made the other party want to kill him, but he didn't want to die at the moment, so no one could declare his death!

The gray mist began to permeate again, William didn't move his eyes, and once again chanted "The Art of Holy Light", purifying wave after wave of demons.

"It turned out to be the 'Holy Light Art'," a man stood in front of the monitor and looked at William, his face became a little stern, but after a while, he smiled slowly, "He actually told all about this spell. He really makes people want to kill him."

After the man finished speaking, the bright red wine in the glass rippled slightly, and he took a sip. The light shone on his face, clearly illuminating his face.

If William was here at this time, he must know that this person was the man who approached him and told him that Sherlock was in danger.

"My lord, do you still want to send lower demons over there?"

The demon standing beside the man asked softly.

"No, our important matter is important. As for this person? I'm afraid there are other people who will help me deal with him."

After the man finished speaking, his yellow eyes narrowed slightly. He shook the red wine in the glass and asked, "How are my little cuties?"

"It's all very good, but..."

"Say," the man held the wine glass without moving his hand.

"However, one of them seems to have met this person before." The devil shook his body and said.

"They have seen it."

After the man finished speaking, he crushed the wine glass vigorously, leaving the bright red liquid along his fingers, and fell to the ground to form a small red puddle. His face was stern, and the demon standing behind him trembled. body, silent.

"My dear lamb, you are really bad, I really want to kill you right now, seeing your beautiful blood stain the palace red, I don't know what the man saw, it must be funny... But, we There is still plenty of time, and the others are probably about to take action, when the time comes, 'Emperor Xuan' will definitely die."

As soon as the voice fell, a black light flashed past, and the figure of the man disappeared into the room. The demon standing behind him knelt on the ground respectfully, and did not stand up for a long time.

With the reduction of demons, the magic circle began to collapse. William breathed a sigh of relief. Although his power is several times that of these low-level demons, he has been using magic power. No matter how high his magic power is, he may run out of magic power At this time, seeing the reduction of demons at this time, William was extremely happy in his heart.

With the last "Spell of Holy Light", all the demons in the hall disappeared. Just when William wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, he heard a "bump" sound from the opposite wall, and the wall exploded.

"Sherlock, if you do this, how can I explain to the bureau!"

When Officer Lestrade's voice sounded, the smile on William's face could no longer be restrained.

"Sherlock, you are still so violent," William turned to look at Sherlock who walked in, and said with a smile, "But, I like it."

Sherlock didn't answer, his gray eyes looked at William, his face was expressionless, and his whole person looked a little cold. William's eyes looked Sherlock's whole body up and down, and he was really relieved when he saw that he didn't look injured at all. in one breath.

"Are you an idiot?"

Sherlock spoke, his tone seemed a little cold.

"Sherlock?"

William looked at Sherlock suspiciously, a little inexplicably.

"Didn't I tell you before I came again, don't follow me here." Sherlock said.

"But, I told you before I came again, I will protect you, Sherlock." William said.

"It turns out that you are the one who needs to be protected," Sherlock said, looking around, at this time, the police officers have surrounded the place, and they are checking around, "They deliberately lured You came here, do you know what it is for? Such a big deal, I am afraid the picture is not small."

"I don't know, but what makes me strange is that he could obviously spend with me forever, but he stopped for some reason."

Hearing what Sherlock said, William expressed the doubts he had discovered.

"Suddenly stop?"

Thinking of this, Sherlock narrowed his eyes slightly, "Maybe he discovered something or something happened that forced him to stop."

"I think this incident must have something to do with the memory I lost."

William said, with a trace of confusion in his eyes, "Although I don't know why I think this way, I just think it has something to do with my lost memory, and I don't know."

"You wish you remembered or not," Sherlock's silver-grey eyes looked at William, his face very calm.

"And you, Sherlock, do you want me to remember?"

William didn't answer Sherlock's question, but asked Sherlock seriously.

"If I fell in love with you, I hope you don't think about it, because the unknown things change the most."

Sherlock said, and started to walk outside.

He walked a few steps and stopped suddenly, but he didn't look back, just said, "We're going home."

William was taken aback for a moment, he looked at Sherlock's back, and suddenly smiled.

"Sherlock, you actually don't want me to think of something."

William said, laughing.

"It's your freedom to think about it or not."

Sherlock said, stepped over the broken wall, walked out of the underground dark room, and walked back to the inside of the bar.

At this time, there were no customers in the entire bar, only police officers running back and forth.

"You brought the police here?"

William looked around and said.

"kindness."

Sherlock explained, "I went to the bathroom after you and I left, and found the dark room, but... the dark room I went to is not the same dark room as the one you went to."

Speaking of this, Sherlock looked at William and continued, "I found a lot of drugs in that dark room, and several people were taking drugs there. I saw this and called the police, but before the police came, I Got a call from Vincent Woodridge saying you're trapped in the basement and he wants me to rescue you."

"Vincent?" William nodded.

"If you want to know what happened before, you go to Vincent."

As Sherlock spoke, he glanced at William, and William understood the meaning contained in that glance.

"Why do you think that if I know what happened before, I won't be with you."

William didn't pay attention to why Vincent knew he was in danger, but just asked Sherlock his question directly.

"Because, from the first day I saw you, I knew there was nostalgia in your eyes, although you didn't realize it."

As Sherlock said, he approached William, put his hands on William's cheeks, and moved his face closer, so close that his nose almost touched.

"But I'm not afraid." Sherlock said, let go of his hand, and took a few steps back.

"Sherlock," William was stunned for a long time, the smile on his face couldn't be concealed, "Is this a confession?"

"...No."

Sherlock paused, denying it.

"Sherlock, do you like me a little bit?" William approached Sherlock and asked with some slyness, "You know, Sherlock, you are fearless."

"I just think life would be boring without you being stupid," Sherlock said, tilting his head.

"Yes, yes, I was stupid on the side," William nodded with a smile, "but if I am not stupid, how can I prove that Sherlock has a high IQ?"

"My IQ is already high, and I don't need to prove it at all," Sherlock said bluntly.

Seeing this, William laughed even harder.

The two walked out of the bar and walked slowly along the street. At this time, it was already dark, and the bright moon in the sky was also covered by dark clouds, making the whole sky look extraordinarily dark.

Vincent Woodridge sat quietly holding the blond doll, his blue eyes looked at the sky outside the window, and there was an inexplicable light hidden inside.

"Come on, come on, the time is coming."