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"But we have the right to self-defense." Locke said, "And the exorcists have a certain degree of freedom compared to ordinary magicians."

"If it's true what you said, you should take revenge on us now." Sherlock said, "You have no scruples, right?"

After a pause, Sherlock said, "The police in Britannia need to write some reports after the shooting, and you should write similar reports when you use magic on humans.

You are a trainee exorcist and have not yet become a regular exorcist. This kind of report will affect your regularization, right? "

Locke fell silent, staring at Sherlock in front of him. I don't know why, but the human being in front of me is obviously just an ordinary person, but he seems to be able to read minds and can easily know all his secrets.

Sherlock saw the meaning in Locke's silence, and the corners of his mouth raised an imperceptible arc.

"My name is Sherlock Holmes and I am a consulting detective."

"You are a very good detective." Locke said unequivocally.

"I think we can cooperate." Sherlock said, "We want to find the murderer of this serial murder, and you want to find the devil behind the murderer."

After a pause, he looked at Locke, "Let's make sure that the demon you are talking about is a real demon?"

"Otherwise, why do you think we are called the Exorcist Department?" Locke said.

"Okay." Sherlock nodded, his eyes flashing with unknown light, "Things are getting more and more interesting."

Watson, who had been silent on one side, came to his senses and said, "So, those who commit suicide are most likely to have swallowed the medicine themselves under the influence of some supernatural force, right?"

"Of course, there is no doubt about it." Sherlock said, "It's just a bit boring. I thought it was a smarter approach."

Locke raised his wand, and with the casting of a spell, the ropes around him were untied. He staggered and slowly stood up, and then cast a restoration spell on his legs.

Under the influence of magic, his wounds were recovering rapidly, and even the broken trouser legs that were opened by the whip were repaired.

The whole person was transformed by the power of the spell, and the torture he had just suffered was completely invisible.

"It's really convenient." Watson said, "If there were more of you, I would probably lose my job."

"Not all injuries can be cured with magic." Locke said, "Some special magic injuries can only be treated by corresponding professional magic hospitals."

"Have you thought about it?" Sherlock asked, "Our cooperation. The fifth person has died now, and there is probably a sixth."

Locke raised his head and looked at Sherlock, his eyes flashing.

"I'm more curious, what did you think when you handed the wand to me?"

"what?"

"You look familiar to those police officers." Locke said, "You just said that you are a consultant detective of the police. I don't think you need to avoid them, but you still handed the wand to me. I think for a person like you, You should be able to judge which one is more risky. You should know that I will definitely have a way to escape after getting the wand, even if you don't know what use it will be after I get it."

Sherlock stood there and stared at him condescendingly, "Actually, I saw you using magic last night. You moved from one building to another instantly."

Locke opened his eyes slightly and looked around, "So, you staged all this just to test me?"

Sherlock didn't answer, but the more Locke thought about it, the more reasonable it became.

But then, he continued to ask, "But aren't you afraid that I will take revenge on you after getting the wand? Are you so sure that I can't use magic on you?"

Sherlock walked to the kitchen connected to the living room on one side, took out a piece of chicken breast from the refrigerator and threw it on the chair.

Then, he took out a button from his pocket. As the button was pressed, the lights in the room suddenly dimmed a little.

The sizzling sound of electric current came from the chair. In the flickering room, Huasheng and Locke could clearly see the jumping arc.

The chicken breast that fell on the chair quickly turned black and finally started to smoke.

"In the event of a surprise, we can knock you unconscious and bring you back, and obviously we can also stun you."

"A person who is not bound by the rules and has supernatural powers is out of my control." Sherlock said, "Britannia's secret department will be very interested in you. And it just so happens that I know such a person one person."

For a moment, the living room became quiet.

The air was still filled with the smell of burnt chicken breasts, which made people imagine what it would be like if a person sat on this chair.

Watson looked at the electric chair in confusion, and then at Sherlock. It was obviously the first time he knew that he still had this thing in his home.

Locke swallowed softly, "Aren't you a detective? Why is there such a thing?"

"Detectives also need to understand the possibilities of various ways of death for the deceased, don't they?" Sherlock said matter-of-factly.

Sherlock didn't seem to want to waste time on these things, so he continued to ask.

"Okay, do you have any magic that can lock on to that person's location?"

Locke came back to consciousness from the chair and shook his head, "If it had been last night, I would have been able to do something. But now it has been too long, and the breath left has disappeared."

"Then it looks like we have to find the next murder location." Sherlock murmured softly.

He picked up the coat on one side and looked at Locke, "Do you want to come with us?"

Locke was silent for a moment, but still followed Sherlock.

"Let's go, John."

Sherlock shouted to Watson, who was still looking at the chair in a daze.

Watson came back to his senses and followed Sherlock, he said in disbelief.

"Is that the electric chair?"

"Isn't it similar?" Sherlock said, "It's made entirely of metal and has a very good conductive effect."

"But I sat there for weeks!" Watson said, suppressing his excitement. "You didn't say a word to me!"

"So what?" Sherlock didn't seem to think there was anything strange about this.

“I’ve sat on it, and before it was plugged in, it was just a chair, so there’s nothing weird about it.

And don’t you think the style of that chair would match our living room? "

Watson didn't know what to say for a moment.

They hailed a taxi and began to rush to the crime scene.

The crime scene was further away from them, in the completely opposite direction to the previous place, so it took the taxi more than half an hour to reach the destination.

The police had arrived early in the morning, and this time there were more police cars parked and more mechas.

Because starting from the fourth suicide case, many newspapers have begun to report on it.

After the police characterized these serial suicides as serial murders, reporters from many newspapers smelled the news.

After the fifth murder occurred, the news became even more popular in the imperial capital. A group of reporters from major newspapers appeared here, surrounding the crime scene.

Gregson stood in front of these reporters and answered their questions.

"Excuse me, is there any new progress in the case? Has the murderer been caught?"

"Well, we have hired professionals and the progress of the case is very impressive. We have gradually locked in the suspect's appearance and are looking for him accordingly."

"Is there the fifth case inside?"

"Sorry, this is something that needs to be kept confidential."

"Citizens of the Imperial Capital have recently become worried about the security of the city. Do you have anything to say?"

"Please believe in the Pendragon police. We will catch the murderer as soon as possible and restore peace to the imperial capital. But please don't wander around after eight o'clock in the evening."

"Nightlife is the right of the residents of the Imperial Capital. Why do you want the residents of the Imperial Capital to pay the price for your unprofessionalism?"

"Well, I'm just making a suggestion."