493 Hunting (1/2)
”Honorable Arrodes, my second question is: 'How did Sherlock Moriarty escape from the ruins?'” Ikanser's mood was a lot more relaxed than before.
The surface of the silver mirror shimmered, rapidly outlining Sherlock Moriarty leaning his back against the wall, his fists clenching and tightening.
Then, Ikanser Bernard and the surrounding Machinery Hivemind deacons and captains saw the private detective's exaggerated smile before turning around and dashing out with his gun drawn.
At this moment, under the influence of the composed scene, they all felt an inexplicable sense of sadness and excitement.
The image in the mirror jumped, revealing Sherlock Moriarty wielding his revolver as he shot at the altar to no avail. The scene of those disintegrating bullets caused everyone present to be a little worried.
Then, Sherlock Moriarty threw out a brass key, and the altar showed signs of instability due to corruption.
With the erupting air blast, Mr. A fell to the ground and Sherlock Moriarty pathetically fled out of the temple building.
At this point, the image changed to have the slightly turbid Tussock River as the main background. Sherlock Moriarty and Mr. A floated in the water, looking up into the sky where there were no clouds or fog.
Almost instantly, Mr. A. became transparent and disappeared, leaving only Sherlock Moriarty looking around in astonishment.
”… The Church of Evernight's reinforcements?” Ikanser said with a frown. ”Unfortunately, he didn't mention what appeared in his letter. We have no way of guessing. Was he trying to sell this secret for a good price, or was he simply affected by it and lost the relevant memories? Also, his experience of escaping from the underground ruins doesn't show anything. It seems like the corresponding clues have been concealed at the same time…”
He analyzed it quickly, in procedural sentences, and then without too great a psychological burden, he chose to answer with reciprocity instead of taking a risk.
Arrodes doesn't seem to be in the mood to be a prankster today. I can make the most of it… In his self-consolation, Ikanser saw bloody words appear on the surface of the mirror.
With a skip of his heartbeat, he had a bad premonition, suspecting that Arrodes had already recovered to his usual ”state.”
The blood-like words wiggled and quickly formed into a question:
”Who was the person you gave your all to while trying your best to win the favor of, only to end up being abandoned?”
With his head buzzing, Ikanser's face drained of all its color before flushing red.
The question pierced a deep wound in him while leaving him at a loss as to what to do.
If I mention who he is, then his reputation would be ruined before tonight… I've already become a kind of ”legend” in some sense… Ikanser swallowed his saliva with great difficulty and bitterly said, ”I choose punishment.”
A bolt of lightning immediately descended. However, it was different from before. It was no longer silvery-white and had been dyed with slight green.
It hit him right on the head, causing his hair to stand on end and flash with the color of lightning.
He shook violently like shaking dice, as though he had been drugged with a hallucinogenic drug.
Archbishop Horamick sighed, closed his eyes, and muttered to himself, ”A Grade 0 Sealed Artifact?”
When Ikanser recovered, he looked around and said, ”There's one more question. Where did the key that Sherlock Moriarty used to destroy the descent ritual come from?
”Which one of you is going to use 2-111?”
All the Machinery Hivemind deacons and captains looked at each other. For a moment, no one responded.
…
The sound of water splashing against the ship's hold seemed to be the only sound left in the world. The sea at night was both noisy and quiet.
Klein suddenly woke up and opened his eyes. He saw the wooden ceiling covered with a crimson moon veil.
His spiritual intuition told him that there was something happening outside.
Is someone having a rendezvous? He tilted his head to listen, vaguely able to hear some unnatural sounds.
He sat up, put on his gloves, and put on his coat.
His eyes turned dark as he took out a gold coin, flipped it, and quickly performed a divination.
After receiving no revelations of danger, he took out the revolver under his pillow and put it in his pocket.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please clickfor visiting.
After making the appropriate preparations, Klein opened the door and walked out of the room, following the sound to the upper deck.
At this moment, at sea, away from the industrial pollution, the crimson moon quietly hung there, mysterious and dreamy.
After carefully bypassing a few patrolling crew members, Klein arrived at the area where there was a commotion. He could smell the faint scent of blood.