Waves of cold breath seeped out from the cracks in the door, and darkness squirmed like thick mud between the cracks. The wooden door seemed to have become the only barrier to evil spirits, separating reality from hell.
Holmes glanced at the wooden door, then at Ma Wei, suddenly grinned, stretched out his arm, and pressed it on the wooden door.
Gudu!
The palm sank deeply, as if it had touched the water, causing ripples. The darkness behind the door swallowed up Holmes's left arm, and kept dragging him, trying to pull him into the door.
"Holmes!"
Watson pulled out a revolver and pulled the trigger one after another at the wooden door. With the deafening gunshots, bullets shot into the wooden door one by one and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
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After emptying the magazine, Watson rushed forward, hugged Holmes' body, and tried to pull him out, but the drag force inside the wooden door was too great. No matter how hard Watson tried, he could not stop Holmes even a little bit. The body that enters the door.
"well...."
Mavie sighed, "Yannick."
Edward took a step forward, grabbed Holmes' shoulders, and while pulling him outward, he flew up and kicked the wooden door.
Pacha!
The wooden door suddenly exploded, and the fragments flew out along with the thick darkness. A painful scream sounded in the room, the darkness faded, and a shadow rushed into the room like lightning and disappeared from everyone's sight.
"Mr. Holmes, why are you doing this?"
"How can you trust me if I don't?"
The arm that was swept into the door had turned into a lump of flesh and blood, as if it had been chewed by something. There were pits and pits, and white bones were faintly visible in the muscles... Holmes looked at his injured arm and chuckled: "Long time no see." , Fr.”
"Long time no see, Mr. Holmes."
"What are you going to do now?" Holmes looked at Edward with interest: "Is this your newly recruited monk?"
"His position is bishop... You are seriously injured. We should immediately go to the Whitechapel next door to find Father Michel and ask him to treat you."
Ma Wei glanced at Mr. Hamlai, who was slumped on the ground, stunned by fright: "Then ask the Church of the Three Destinies to come and help."
"It seems you don't want your identity to be exposed..." Holmes nodded slowly.
"Yannick, erase Mr. Hamlet's memory just now, take him with you, and go to Whitechapel to ask for help!"
Edward grabbed Mr. Hamlet who was lying on the ground with one hand and stared into his eyes. A golden light flashed through his originally dark green eyes. The next second, Mr. Hamlet's eyes became hollow.
In fact, judging from Edward's action of kicking through the wooden door and saving Holmes just now, there is a high probability that the existence hiding in the room is not their opponent, but the question is still the same as before. Ma Wei wants to use the existence in the room to check Holmes—— Holmes has passed the test.
In addition to testing Holmes, Ma Wei also had to contact the Church of the Three Destinies as a matter of course, so he did not personally take action to solve the evil presence in the room.
After all, London is the headquarters of the Church of the Three Goddesses of Destiny. The three goddesses are in the city, so be careful in everything you do.
On the way to Whitechapel, Watson kept looking at Marvel and the others, his lips kept moving, as if he had a lot to say.
"I know what you want to ask, Watson." Holmes, who was pale due to excessive blood loss, said, "I will tell you some things, and you must keep them secret from me."
"....I understand, Holmes."
Watson has great trust in this friend who has known him for many years. He believes in Holmes even more than he believes in himself, and he will not betray him.
At 6:30 in the evening, Father Michel sent away the last believer and was about to close the church door and end the day's sermon when a walnut cane suddenly inserted through the crack of the door and stopped in front of him.
"Father Michel, please save Mr. Holmes. He is seriously injured," the message said in broken Windsor.
"Holmes?"
"Yes, Diloch Holmes lives at 221 St. Martin's Street."
Father Michel opened the door and saw Holmes, who was tattooed, his clothes wet with blood, and had to rely on Watson's support to stand up.
"Why are you still standing there?" Seeing Father Michel making no move, Laiwen frowned.
"As far as I know, Mr. Diloch Holmes is not a believer in our church." Father Michel said: "What's more, the goddess I believe in is the goddess of sin, Tilde, not the goddess of health, Wilde, and cannot treat Mr. Holmes's injuries. "
"Then what nonsense are you talking about!" The source glared at Father Michel angrily, "Where is the church that believes in the goddess of health?!"
"Three blocks west of here is a convent where nuns worship the goddess of health."
Faced with the questioning and anger in the communication, Father Michel appeared very calm: "I must remind you that according to the teachings of Wilder, the goddess of health, the realm of immortality will only be used for patients who are seriously ill and cannot be treated by doctors, and Must be a believer in the Church of the Goddess of Destiny.”
"What the hell kind of request is this! Don't believers not be able to accept the treatment from your church?!"
"The regulations are like this, and there is nothing we can do." Father Michel said: "This is done to protect the profession of pharmacists and doctors. The field of immortality is too powerful. If abused, it will affect the lives of many people."
There is nothing wrong with this requirement to only use the Immortal Domain for patients with serious illnesses. First of all, the two professions of pharmacists and doctors involve too many people, and not all diseases require the Immortal Domain to be treated. There are so many people who are sick. If everyone came to the church for treatment, would the church be able to handle the situation?
But it would be too cruel not to treat patients other than believers. This is equivalent to forcing people to believe in the three goddesses of destiny, while abandoning other people except believers...
This kind of regulation has advantages and disadvantages, but in Ma Wei's eyes, the disadvantages outweigh the advantages.
Watson is a doctor, but he didn't bring any medical tools with him when he went out. Moreover, Holmes' injury was too serious. If a surgeon used the method, he would probably need to amputate...
"The solution is actually very simple. As long as Mr. Deloch Holmes joins our Church of the Three Destinies, then we will naturally have the obligation to treat him." Father Michel said calmly: "As long as Mr. Holmes signs on the roster. ”
Li Wen glanced back at Holmes. Although he hated Holmes, that didn't mean he wanted to see Holmes become a disabled person....
Just when Lai Wen was about to get angry, a shout full of surprise suddenly sounded from behind everyone:
"Mr. Nicholas? Great! You are indeed here!"
Ma Wei turned his head and saw Stewart jumping off the carriage, walking over quickly, and took his arm: "I heard Mrs. Hudson said that you have come to Flower Street and have been looking for me for a long time! Come home with me! I Father is waiting for you!"
"Stull, we are in some trouble now. I'm afraid we can't go back with you." Ma Wei said.
"Trouble? What trouble?" Stewart looked behind Ma Wei, and then he noticed the injured Holmes. He was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Why are you so seriously injured?"
"It's a long story. We heard that believers of Wild, the goddess of health, can use the field of immortality to treat injuries, so we came to ask for their help, but they said that Holmes was not a believer in the church and could not receive treatment..."
"Oh, the rules..."
Stewart licked his lips, not wanting to get involved in this matter, especially since Holmes was seeking help from Wilder, the goddess of health, while Shukri, the second prince, supported the goddess of wealth, but...
Just two hours ago, Baron Frederic confirmed the authenticity of the mercury blood and confirmed that Mavey was a businessman who could make high-level potions and was worth wooing.
Isn't this a good opportunity to sell him a favor and show off the strength of the Frederick family?
If he chose to stand by at this moment, would Mr. Nicholas still choose the second prince Shukri?
Besides, the injured people are Deloch and Sherlock Holmes, the famous detectives!
Isn't there any value in winning over?
Thinking of this, Stuart put on a bright smile on his face and said to Mavey: "Mr. Nicholas, please don't worry, leave this matter to me. Let Mr. Holmes get in the car and let's go to the monastery three blocks away." , there are no believers of Wilder, the goddess of health, here..."
Three blocks sounds far away, but in fact it is only three to four hundred meters away. Taking a carriage, we arrived at the monastery in two minutes. At first, the nuns in the monastery were unwilling to break the rules, but Stewart directly showed Baron Frederick's Name, after repeated requests, the nuns reluctantly used the realm of immortality.
The wound that was bleeding continuously, separated the muscles and exposed the white bones healed instantly. The real pain disappeared, but the memory of the pain still remained in the nerves. Holmes moved his shoulders and nodded towards Ma Wei.
"Thanks, Stull."
"You are too outspoken. We are friends, right?" Stewart said with a smile.
Ma Wei smiled slightly: "Yes, we are friends."
Hearing this, Stewart's smile grew brighter and he suggested: "Now that Mr. Holmes's wound has healed, we might as well let him go home with us. My father has invited an important guest and wants to meet you!"
"no problem."
Ma Wei agreed immediately and boarded the carriage with Stuart. Before setting off, he asked Edward to stay and whispered:
"Keep an eye on the house and don't let it get away."
"Um."
