I Will Eventually Embark on a Road of No Return Called a Hero

In fact, he has little knowledge of Sidica, and more of it is through the legend of the hero named Sidica, and he came to a result of "this is too beautiful". As a detective's instinct, he doubted it. Because of the perfection of everything, Hedija is too perfect, so he doesn't believe in Sidica. He once tried to use the three-pointed Hermes to investigate Sidica, hoping to get some information that would make him believe in Sidica. Evidence, but unfortunately, there is no flaw, he even has a feeling that Hidicah is more difficult than [Professor].

Those who try to imitate or recreate must be stupid and have no bottom line, and only know the greed of profit.

That is not unique tenderness, that is not unique decisiveness, that is not unique courage, many of these heroes have, but they shine in the hands of a man named Hidicah.

It was a unique pure white brilliance.

Therefore, he can be absolutely certain that what is in front of him is the real Sidika. Of course, he also made a judgment after confirming some real and logical evidence. After all, he is not from the spiritual evidence group.

"Smoking is bad for your health~" Sidica smiled and put the pipe back into Sherlock Holmes's pocket.

"Now I'm a servant, cigarettes~poisonous coughs, drugs that make people happy have no effect at all," Sherlock Holmes raised his brows.

"It will affect the health of Lixiang and Mash. They are still children," Sidika raised her right index finger with a smile.

"Uh," Holmes twitched the corners of his mouth, "Well, indeed, Mash and Fujimaru Rika are still children, probably."

Although he really wanted to emphasize that Matthew is a soft child who can move forward without changing his face in the poisonous gas, and Tatsuka Fujimaru is a delicate girl who can stretch in the blizzard, but he should bear with it a little, anyway, there is no need to think too much now many.

That's just pure smoking addiction.

"Then I'll ask some questions between adults," Holmes narrowed his eyes. "Since you came to this Lost Belt before us, did you find the Fantasy Tree?"

"Fantasy tree?" Sidica tilted her head, "What is that?"

"You, don't you know?" Holmes raised his eyebrows and began to describe the shape of the fantasy tree.

Sidika touched his chin and thought for a while, then shook his head, "I should know about a tree with such a shape, but I can't remember it. I should be able to find it if I go to the library."

"Library?" Holmes raised his eyebrows.

The library that can find the trace of the fantasy tree is very high when he hears it, and he first thinks of the three-pointed Hermes.

"There will be a terrible battle," Holmes exhaled.

"No, it's not as exaggerated as you think, although the administrator is indeed a little difficult to handle," Sidica scratched her face embarrassedly.

It can make Sidica find it difficult to do, is it possible that there are some crown servants watching!

Holmes' expression became extremely solemn.

"Fu~" A cloud of snow fell from the roof of the car and landed on Sidica's head.

"Fufu?" Sidica chuckled and hugged the little guy above her head, "It doesn't matter, everything will be fine with me by your side."

Sherlock Holmes raised his brows, and he had to say that for a moment just now, a series of reassuring feelings rose up in his heart [it’s fine to have him here] [leave it all to him].

That's not good, I'm not some kind of guy who likes to depend on other people.

Holmes propped his forehead.

Forget it, wait until the mainland to investigate the library alone.

Although it may be a bit risky, you must not rely too much on this person.

"boom--"

"Ah! What is this! Skull shark?" Fujimaru Rika hid when Mashu, "I never ate you!"

"Those are creatures that have only recently been eaten by flesh and blood. They haven't noticed their own death yet, but instinctively feel their own lack and seek the missing parts," Sidica put Fufu on her shoulders, "Here Just leave it to me."

"Wait a minute!" Fujimaru Rika rolled up her sleeves, "You are not allowed to shoot, leave it to me and Matthew!"

"Really?" Sidika was stunned for a while, then showed a helpless smile, "Then I'll leave it to you."

Chapter 7 Retirement Moriarty

What am I believing in the Lord for?For the sake of faith itself or for people's happiness, if everyone in this world is happy, but not because of the Lord I believe in, what should I choose, really, do I need to choose?This is the world I want. ——? ? ?

"It doesn't feel particularly difficult," Fujimaru Rika tossed the bones in her hands.

"Just like a normal shark," Matthew put away his shield.

"That's an ordinary shark," Sidika patted the heads of Fujimaru Rika and Matthew, "It's almost time to prepare to leave, here is still a long way from the mainland, and looking at the number just now, there should be quite a few nearby. , they can still be troublesome to gather."

"That's right, we'd better leave early, it would be bad if this guy Kirshtalia finds out," Goldruf shouted through Shadow Border's loudspeaker.

"Kirshtalia?" Sidica tilted her head.

"Anyway, every time we enter the Lostbelt, we are discovered by the Lostbelt King and the Hidden One," Tatsuka Fujimaru covered his ears and stuck out his tongue, "It must be the same this time, maybe he has already sent that god Servant. coming."

"Don't say such a terrible thing!!!"

"Hum hum hum~"

Moriarty hummed his favorite tune and circled around in the fairly spacious room. The sofa facing each other did not hinder his pace, but instead was regarded by him as one of the guests of this [banquet]. His fingers slid lightly across the back of the sofa.

Although he doesn't like, or even hates everything in this room, the annoying sofa, the annoying typewriter, the disgusting pennants and group photos, and the scalp-numbing autobiography.

All of this makes him, the criminal consultant, irritable, like facing Sherlock Holmes, but unfortunately everything here belongs to him, or [James Moriarty].

Although I really wanted to demolish this place immediately, I shouted "I don't want to live in this place even if I sleep on the road! ], but for some reason he sat on the sofa for granted, and sometimes chatted and laughed with the client who came to the door.

Even the assistant who hated him said [you are very suitable for this position].

Even he himself has to admit that this sofa fits perfectly.

At that time he recalled what he had said in the past [Sherlock Holmes and James Moriarty were essentially the same person].