Blame me for being too attractive

While Mycroft was heading here by plane, Sherlock Holmes, one of the missing persons, opened his eyes in a dark room.

Although he was involved with John into the dark passage created by combining the two paintings into one, at this moment, there is no sign of John around him.

To say that apart from himself, the only thing that exists here may be the painting hanging on the wall not far away.

In the darkness, Hua's translucent blue eyes glowed slightly.

Sherlock touched his pocket, the lighter that he picked up after appearing out of nowhere was quietly staying there at the moment.

After Sherlock confirmed that it was still there, he neither prepared to take it out nor showed any relief, but just put down his groping hand, got up and walked towards the portrait hanging on the wall.

What was depicted in that painting was different from any one he had seen in Lilith's house before. The story depicted on it had never even appeared in any classics or oral stories, and it was completely inconsistent with the public. Conjectures about the Lord of Hell.

Because Lucifer in this painting is standing in front of a mirror, his hand touches the corner of his eye lightly, as if he is admiring his own eye, and seems to be ready to dig it out.

The tools in his hand in the painting clearly showed that what the other party wanted to do was the latter.

But why?

Why is there such a scene in this painting?

It was placed here, as if deliberately reminding Sherlock of something.

But what was it meant to remind him that Lucifer regretted gouging out his own eyes?The other party never poached his eyes?Or, all this is caused by those eyes abandoned by the Lord of Hell.

Sherlock, who had learned a lot from Meeks, had a very important question in his mind besides guessing. Where did John get taken by the other party?

After finishing the portrait and making sure that even with his eyes closed, he could describe every detail clearly, Sherlock began to look for a way to leave.

This is a room with walls on all sides, not to mention the door, there is not even a window, it looks like a small airtight box.

But since he was able to live well in it, and there was no problem like lack of oxygen, it proved that there should at least be a vent here.

However, after searching around, not to mention vents, Sherlock had never seen a single crack on the solid wall.

Could it be that what keeps him alive and breathing freely is not a vent, but a magic that he doesn't understand?

Or, what I see now is a blindfold created by magic. Maybe the door is not far from me, maybe even right in front of me, but he is affected by magic, and what he sees is only Just a wall?

Thinking of this, Sherlock reached out and touched all the walls again.

If it wasn't for the fact that the top of the room was too high, there was nothing to step on here, and he probably wouldn't even let the roof go.

However, after touching all the places he could touch, Sherlock didn't find anything unusual.

Is he going to sit here and wait for others to save him, or even if he can't wait for others to save him, he is already dying of starvation and thirst here.

Sherlock has never been one to sit still, but how?

He raised his head and looked at the portrait again. The other party trapped him here, and there is still such a painting. Is there a possibility that the other party wants to force himself to burn it and use up the one-time chance? What about chance?

If this is the case, burning or not burning is not something worth tangling with Sherlock. The answer, of course, is burning.

After all, if he is trapped here alive, even if the only chance is not wasted, but there is no chance to use it, what is the difference between having and not having it.

It's better to let it play a little role when it can still be used.

But even if it is to be used, it will definitely not be used now.After all, the current situation is obviously not enough to make him put all his eggs in one basket.

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And John, who was not with Sherlock, also woke up from another room at this moment.

This place is roughly the same as the place where Sherlock is. There are no doors and no windows. There is a portrait hanging on a certain wall.

But there are some differences, for example, the hanging portraits are different, and the room is not dark.Although there are walls on all sides, no doors, no windows, and no lights, this room is not particularly bright, and it is definitely not dark.

It’s just that John thinks it’s not as good as black. After all, in such an environment, it should be black logically, but it’s not dark, and there’s no source of light.

And that portrait is different from the ones I have seen before. There is no plot depicted on it, only a simple person.

Unlike the blurry people in the paintings I have seen before, this painting is quite clear. The lord of hell on the portrait has all his wings spread out, and the arrogance and evil in his eyebrows and eyes seem to rush towards his face.

The most striking thing is that the other party's eyes are not the kind of blue to translucent blue in other portraits I have seen before, but a rich to blackish red.

And I have to say that this color is obviously more in line with the public's imagination of the Lord of Hell than blue.

And apart from other things, this painting can really be called a pretty good portrait only from the perspective of portrait appreciation.

If Meeks is here at this time and sees this painting, he will tell you that the painting on this painting is not exactly similar to the Lucifer he knew, but exactly the same.

After observing the portrait, John, who couldn't find the exit at all, couldn't help but think of Sherlock who disappeared with him.

Where is the other party now? Could it be the same as him, trapped and unable to get out at all?

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While the two were observing the environment and caring about each other, Mycroft's plane had already landed in a large open space in the city.

After getting off the plane, a car has already been parked there, and it has obviously been waiting for a long time, so don't underestimate the sphere of influence of certain politicians.

Mycroft, who got in the car and went straight to the police station, didn't know where he was, and what a shocking thing was waiting for him.

And Superman and others, who had been waiting bored for hours in the police station, finally found the person they wanted to see.

A few hours is obviously not enough to fly here from the UK by ordinary planes, but it is always different with a dedicated plane.

When the two parties finally met, Meeks had fallen asleep leaning on Superman.

Superman, who had to take on the task of communication, performed fairly well. After all, in the Justice League, he was usually the chairman who was responsible for speaking to the outside world.

However, the police station is obviously not a suitable place to talk. I don't know what method McCoff used. I saw the other party's secretary go to talk to the chief, and the other party let them report the crime and left with the victim's family. .

To leave, Meeks obviously couldn't continue to sleep. Meeks, who was sleeping soundly, was suddenly woken up, and his unhappiness was directly on his face, and McCoff couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

After arriving at the place of conversation chosen by Mycroft, the three of them had looked at each other clearly from the moment they met, so naturally they couldn't fail to see the blood relationship that Sherlock could tell at a glance.

My family knew about my family affairs, so McCoff immediately ruled out the direct blood relationship between the other party and himself.

After all, he knew exactly what he had done.

According to age, the possibility of the other party being his brother is definitely far greater than that of his nephew.

But looking at the other party's silver hair that is definitely not dyed, and looking at the other party's face, no matter how the genes of his parents are combined, such a child cannot be synthesized.

So rule out all the impossible, the truth should be that the other party is Sherlock's child, although according to common sense, this guess is quite impossible, but in comparison, this is one of the unreliable possibilities, relatively reliable little bit.

But even if the other party has a blood relationship with Sherlock, besides looking at him a few more times and secretly including the other party on the protection list, what Mycroft is most concerned about at the moment is the situation of his uneasy goldfish brother.

"Where is Sherlock, don't tell me about being taken away by the gangsters, I think it's a waste of our time."

Superman looked at the British government, which was not acting like a politician. It was really rare for him to see the other party in such a straightforward manner.

In fact, if it weren't for the unprecedented bad feeling in his heart, Mycroft would generally not be so direct, even if Sherlock Holmes was involved, he would rarely be so direct.

Although his goldfish brother's ability to do things is superb, but he believes that the other party can still save his life for a few days.

With such a major premise, McCoff naturally does not need to lose his demeanor.

But this time is different, different from the previous ones, even if Moriarty kidnapped Sherlock, he has never had such a bad feeling as now.

It feels like saying, if one is not good enough, if he takes a step too late, he will lose that unlucky goldfish brother in his life.

According to what he said to Meeks at the beginning, Superman told McCoff the truth of the matter directly and clearly.

While this may sound like a magical story, the truth is sometimes stranger than the story.

When he heard magic, something that touched his blind spot of knowledge, Mycroft first glanced at Meeks thoughtfully, and then asked, "So what do you want me to do when you come to me?"

Can the hand/gun/can counter magic?Does Bomb/Bomb/ work against magic?Can guided missiles deal with magic?Can nukes/weapons/weapons deal with magic?

Mycroft thought silently in his heart, he might not really use that kind of weapon, but in the face of unknown existence, people like him always think about the power in their hands and whether the power in their hands is able to hurt each other...