"Gregson, what is he doing here at this time?" Sherlock frowned.
"Is it the police?" Locke's expression changed.
The exorcist's biggest taboo was dealing with the police in the human world, and he didn't have his wand with him at the moment.
If he falls into the hands of the police and goes through a series of investigations, things will become more and more troublesome.
If he offends the exorcism department, losing face is the second most important thing, but losing his job is the end of the matter.
He reacted and shouted excitedly, "Give me the wand back!"
Sherlock turned to look at Locke and said with interest, "You look scared, why are you scared of the police? Shouldn't you be surprised by the arrival of the police?"
"Give me your wand first!" he shouted. "Give me your wand and I'll tell you everything!"
"Wand, is that thing called a wand?" Sherlock looked at the wand that looked like a small piece of wood placed on the sofa. "What can you achieve with this thing? Escape from here?"
"Dong dong dong~"
He heard the sound of a group of people going upstairs, and then there was a knock on the door, and Gregson's call came from outside the door.
"Sherlock!"
Seeing no response from the room, Gregson continued shouting.
"Sherlock?"
"Hurry up!" Locke lowered his voice and said, "I'm not a prisoner. What you are doing to me now is called kidnapping! It's called lynching! If those police officers find out, you won't have an easy time either!"
Sherlock shrugged, "Who knows?"
He didn't seem worried about the police who were about to come in. He was just calm.
Compared to his calmness, Locke was really anxious at the moment.
"Mrs. Hudson!" Gregson shouted. "Are you home?"
Soon, he heard the wife's voice again, "Coming, coming."
Locke raised his head and said excitedly, "I can also help you avoid these policemen!"
"Click~"
The sound of keys opening the door came to their ears, and Locke's expression gradually became a little desperate.
However, just when the door was about to open, Sherlock quickly walked to the sofa, picked up the wand, and handed the wand to Locke.
"Come here, come close to me!" Locke said.
Watson and Sherlock reacted quickly, and they quickly approached Locke.
Locke held a wand and recited a spell, and a wave of magic immediately enveloped them.
Both Sherlock and Watson clearly felt that there was a special transparent curtain surrounding them.
The reason why you can notice it is because the outside world seen through this curtain will be a little hazy, as if you are looking at the outside world while staying underwater.
Soon, the door was opened by Mrs. Hudson.
Gregson and a group of police officers rushed in.
Looking at the empty room, Mrs. Hudson said with confusion.
"I remember they were here just now."
Gregson frowned and looked around with his hands on his hips. The coffee on the table was still steaming. There was indeed someone here just now. But they should have left before the police car arrived.
He walked slowly towards Sherlock and the others. Locke and Watson's breathing stopped almost at that moment. They did not dare to speak or take a breath.
However, Sherlock took a step forward, almost touching the edge of the curtain, which made Watson couldn't help but pull his clothes.
He was less than a meter away from Gregson, almost face to face.
But there was no focus in Gregson's eyes, as if he couldn't see them at all.
Gregson turned back to look at Hudson, "If he comes back, remember to tell him I came to see him."
"Do you need me to convey anything?" Mrs. Hudson said.
"Tell him," Gregson said sternly, "that the fifth one happened, at the Nisok Apartments."
He turned his head and glanced at the other policemen before leaving with them.
After about a few minutes, they heard the sound of a vehicle starting.
Sherlock opened the transparent curtain and walked out. He stood at the window and looked at the police car that was getting away.
"Sherlock?"
Hudson, who had just sent away the group of police officers, walked in and saw Sherlock standing at the door. She said in surprise.
"When did you show up?"
"I've always been here, Mrs. Hudson," said Sherlock.
Hudson looked at Sherlock in surprise, and then at the stairs where the police left.
"just."
"I know, I heard it all," Sherlock said.
His eyes flashed with light, "The fifth case, then the time of the crime was most likely last night. Was it before we were chasing us, or after we were chasing us, or..."
He raised his head and said, "Mrs. Hudson, is the borscht ready?"
"Not yet," said Hudson.
"Remember to make an extra portion, we have a friend who will be eating here tonight." Sherlock said.
Hudson looked at the living room, which was empty except for Sherlock. She nodded, then left and went upstairs.
He looked at the place where they were invisible just now. Locke removed the magic, and he and Watson appeared in his sight.
"As far as I know, there is no such stealth technology in this world." Sherlock said.
He walked slowly to Locke.
"So, you really know magic?"
Watson was obviously aware of this, and looked at Locke sitting on the chair in shock.
"Are you a magician?"
Locke did not answer him, but slowly raised his head and looked at Sherlock, showing an unknown smile.
"You just gave me the wand, aren't you afraid of my revenge?"
Sherlock didn't show much surprise. He would not be afraid of the increasingly exciting world, but would only be excited. This is the "arrogance" of a genius.
As for Watson, it's more of the same.
He silently walked to one side and picked up the identification card that he had just discarded.
"So, this identification may be genuine."
He looked at Locke, "It says Exorcist Division, which means that you are not the only magician in this world, but it is also a system and an organization. Since there is an organization, there must be order, and if there is order, then there must be rules. .
There is no trace of existence like you in this world.
You should be working very hard to hide yourself from this world. Let me guess, among you, there should be a rule against using or showing magic on humans, right? "
The smile on Locke's face paused for a moment, but this moment was captured by Sherlock keenly.
"It seems that my guess is correct." Sherlock said. (End of chapter)
