Abduct the Necromancer

Sherlock was suspended in the air after being invisible to observe, and soon discovered that the patrollers seemed to be paying special attention to a small yard behind the manor, and the two unanimously decided to go there to have a look.

The gate of the courtyard was locked with iron chains, and the courtyard was pitch-black without a trace of fire or people, making it particularly gloomy at night.

Xie Rui stared at the big iron lock, "There must be something wrong with it. There is no dust on this iron lock, which proves that someone should often open it."

"Then let's go in and have a look."

The two didn't touch the iron lock, but jumped in from the low wall next to it.

After entering, I found that this is a small church. The well-maintained semi-old benches are neatly arranged in two rows. At the end of the room is a podium, and behind the podium is a statue of the main god of light about two meters high.

"A devout Christian?"

Sherlock looked around, the benches, the ground, the podium, and the idol were all spotless, cleaner than the study and the master bedroom that he had seen before, the idol made of some kind of white stone stood in the dark There is a faint moon white luster under the color, cool and sacred.

Xie Rui stood by the statue and seemed to be studying something.

"What did you find?" Sherlock leaned forward curiously.

"Not yet, but the place is so clean, the study and bedroom are dusty, and I always feel that there is something trying to hide it." Xie Rui said flatly and objectively.

Sherlock curled his lips and said mockingly: "Maybe he is the most devout believer, he would rather not eat to pay homage to God."

Xie Rui looked at him, and there seemed to be a bit of blame in his eyes, but he didn't say anything.

Sherlock froze for a moment, feeling guilt welling up in his heart.

He used to be a devout believer, and he knew how it felt when his faith was slandered by others, but even if he said such unkind words, the other party just tolerated them silently, just like...

He thought of Miller again, and when he thought about it carefully, Miller just smiled and took it with a good-tempered smile. But Miller is the Pope—so holy And a high and lofty existence...

In fact, he is too ignorant, right?

Sherlock's eyes dimmed, and he heard Sherry say beside him: "If the secret passage is in this room, the idol is a suitable place to hide—at least no one will touch the idol casually."

Sherry looked at the statue with a serious and calm expression, as if she didn't take Sherlock's offense to heart.

Sherlock cheered up, and said, "Why don't you push it?"

"Well, you stand behind me, I'll try to push."

Sherry pulled Sherlock behind him and cautiously reached out to the idol.The latter looked at him nervously.However, the quiet night seems to be easy to make people feel restless. The man's tall back is in front of him, and the time seems to return to the night when he broke into the Holy See library in a trance. After Miller pushed him into the small room, before the door closed For a moment, that person also blocked himself behind him, leaving only an unforgettable back...

"...Sherlock? Sherlock? What's wrong with you?"

Awakened by the call, Sherlock looked up and met a pair of concerned eyes.

Sherry looked at him worriedly, "Sherlock, what's the matter? Why are you in a daze again?"

"I'm sorry, I...I'm fine." Sherlock cheered up, "Has the statue been pushed away?" He looked over the man's shoulder and looked towards the statue. At this time, Sherry also turned sideways to reveal the whole of the statue, which was strange What is surprising is that the position of the statue has not changed.

"You didn't push it away?" Sherlock looked at Sherry incredulously, "You... don't you suddenly feel that the idol is sacred and untouchable?"

"Of course not." Xie Rui couldn't laugh or cry, "Look over there, the tunnel has appeared."

"Um?"

Sherlock looked in the direction he was pointing, and sure enough, an opening appeared on the ground behind the statue, revealing a staircase leading to the ground.

Xie Rui explained: "I pushed it just now, and the idol is very heavy, and it is very difficult to push it with my strength, and ordinary people can't push it even more. So I looked again and found that the hilt at the waist of the idol is very smooth , I tried to pull it out, and the tunnel entrance appeared.”

Sherlock leaned over to take a look—the sword that was originally in the scabbard was pulled out a little!

The two walked into the tunnel together. No one knew whether there would be guards under the tunnel. They carefully chose the way of floating to go down slowly so as not to make noise on the stone slab.

As the two continued to go deeper, the light in the tunnel became darker and darker until it was completely plunged into darkness.Sherlock couldn't see, so he groped and grabbed the corner of Sherry's clothes, and said softly, "Sherry, I can't see anymore."

"Then I'll carry you down."

"Ah? Just carry me on your back..."

"I can't know if you will touch the wall without you behind my back. What if there are some traps on it?"

"It's... okay." Sherlock was a little reluctant, but there was nothing he could do.

It was a hug, but the magic had already made the two of them levitate, so Sherry just used his arms to wrap Sherlock in his arms.But this kind of intimacy has completely exceeded Sherlock's principles. He raised his arms to block between the two, but even this could not create too much distance.

The man's fiery body temperature directly ironed his arm, and the refreshing smell of the other person kept rushing into his nostrils, and even the steady and powerful heartbeat became clear in the silence, as if it was thumping right next to his ear like.

Sherlock felt ashamed that he was shy.As a man, the feeling of being hugged by another man is actually shy?This is simply a great shame!But even if he thought so rationally, he still couldn't change his body's natural reaction.

He felt that his reaction shouldn't be like this, and he tried to find a reasonable reason for himself, for example, it was because this person's embrace, heat and even the smell were... familiar so...

familiar?

Sherlock suddenly realized that Sherry was familiar to him from the very first meeting!Isn't this the reason why he chased after yesterday's breakup?It was the inexplicable sense of familiarity that made him feel strange and gave birth to the idea of ​​tracing, didn't it?

And this sense of familiarity is even more obvious today, every word and deed of the other party will make him involuntarily connect with another person, the more contact and the closer the contact, the stronger the sense of familiarity.But at this time, in the darkness where you can't see your fingers, you can hear, touch, and smell but you can't see it. Without the influence of the strange skin, the familiar breath is even more prominent!

Is it really him?

Sherlock looked up sharply, but he couldn't see anything in the darkness.

Noticing his movement, Sherry asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"...No, it's nothing." Sherlock restrained his agitation and replied calmly.

It can't be him.That person is the Pope, not to mention Pei Zelai, even leaving the Holy See is very difficult!

It's an illusion!

He was so annoyed that he wanted to bump his head to death. He felt that his current state was too bad, and he would think of that guy every now and then, which was not good at all!

Sighing, he wanted to drive these messy thoughts out of his mind, but at this moment a sour smell floated up from below.He frowned after smelling it, and couldn't help but bury his face in the man's clothes—the smell on the man was much better.

Xie Rui said softly, "Do you smell something?"

"Stink!" Sherlock said disgustedly, but as he spoke, he had a flash of inspiration and suddenly remembered what the stench was.

He was shocked, "Oops, it won't be..."

"Let's speed up!"

The two speeded up, but fortunately the stairs were not long, and soon they reached the end, and when they turned around the exit, the rancid smell suddenly became stronger, causing Sherlock to frown.

The basement was filled with darkness, and nothing could be seen. At this time, Sherry put Sherlock down, and a little light gathered in the air, and finally formed a ball of light—the elementary magic of the light system, magic lighting.

The ball of light hung in Sherry's palm, illuminating the basement.