Cover your chest and die...
Angel immediately thought of medical terms such as "Myocardial Infarction" and "Malignant Arrhythmia". These professional words that are beyond the times do not even have corresponding expressions in Loenese.
But if supernatural powers are involved, the possibilities are much more...
She has several methods to make the target die quietly without touching the target. Of course, the premise is that the target is just an ordinary person. If it is Beyonder, their physical constitution and Beyonder Ability may be able to help them avoid death Misfortune, but depending on Sequence, they will have to pay a high or low price.
"Poison, or curse?"
She offered her own insights.
Sherlock nodded and said:
"I think it should be a curse. The food he ate was all provided by the club. If someone poisons him, it is difficult to accurately kill him and leave others unscathed, but a curse can do this. But there were so many people at the time that I failed to pull out his hair or take away his personal belongings. This led to the direct failure of the subsequent divination for him, and I was unable to obtain information about the murderer."
"Even if you get a divination medium, it is difficult to do it. Pathway who is proficient in curses, such as me Demoness, is also proficient in divination and Anti-Divination. Even a divination master will have a hard time breaking through the restrictions," Angel said at the corner of his mouth With a smile, he rudely denied Sherlock's statement, "And there are many ways to curse. Using blood, hair, or Curse Doll, or even a physical contact a long time ago, the murderer can lock the target from a distance and apply a curse without exposing himself."
"But you mentioned the case of the royal family leaving, and we already know that the royal family has close cooperation with the Demoness Sect, and the identity of the murderer is actually very clear. The only question is, why did the royal family and Demoness Sect want to kill this Riding Instructor, the other party has lost his title and is far away from political power. He should not get into any strange troubles, unless he falls in love with someone, or falls in love with someone Prince or Princess, and is killed by the royal family because of the disparity in status?"
"Falling in love with Prince?"
Sherlock looked at Angel in shock, but then seemed to think of something, pursed his lips and said:
"... He did mention something about 'what it's like to really like someone', but he showed that he was very happy and stable, with no worries or troubles about falling in love with someone with a different status... Well, it's not completely absent. He had similar behavior before, but it seems to have been resolved."
The two discussed for a while, but neither reached a conclusion. In order to verify his "Anti-Divination" conjecture, Angel even took out Magic Mirror and performed a Magic Mirror Divination on the spot, which failed shamefully.
"It seems that only the royal family and Demoness Sect know the truth about this matter. Maybe I can try to steal a few items from his house to strengthen the connection, and maybe I can divine some clues..."
Sherlock was still a little unwilling, and seemed to feel deeply for the death of his friend. Angel didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only find another topic to divert his attention.
"Speaking of the Demoness Sect, I may be able to meet their leader in Backlund, a Demoness of Demigod, in early December," thinking of "Lady Despair" mentioned many times by Sevillea, Angel was also a little uneasy, "It is said that they will have a 'Grand Plan' in the near future, and this will be completed by 'Lady Despair'. Maybe after she returns to Backlund, she can report her whereabouts to Orthodox Church and catch them all..."
"Demigod? Sequence 4?"
Raising his eyebrows, Sherlock asked eagerly.
"Yes, of course, I have never met Lady Despair in person. I just heard the descriptions from other sect members. And I will disguise myself well, and with Anti-Divination, the possibility of being discovered by the other party is not high."
Seeing that the other party was a little anxious, Angel felt relieved for no reason and quickly offered words of comfort.
"Besides, if I can't solve it, I can ask Mr. Fool for help. He should be able to find a solution."
"Fool... Mr."
Sherlock murmured and repeated, his eyes behind the lenses of his glasses were a little out of focus. After a moment, he nodded and agreed:
"Indeed, Mr. Fool will definitely find a way."
He changed the topic. "You came to my house last night, um, to speed up the progress of the performance. Is it because of this?"
As soon as he mentioned last night, Angel felt a little hot on his face. He subconsciously felt that this statement was inappropriate and wanted to deny it, but he didn't know how to speak. In the end, he nodded lightly and replied:
"Yes..."
The two of them looked away at the same time and said no more words.
"Ahem, do you have any other plans today?"
After a long time, it was Sherlock who spoke first.
"Study the "Secret Book" I copied from you, make special ammunition, and maybe go to East Borough to see my rookie 'assassin' to prevent him from getting into strange troubles. I also need to contact another 'Demoness of Pleasure' who is working with me to report the latest news, and ask by the way..."
Asked why her "Pleasure" performance progressed surprisingly quickly - she was embarrassed to say this.
"What about you?" She asked in order to divert attention.
"Maybe go out and look for some acting opportunities. My 'Magician' should be completely digested in the next few days. By the way, go to South District's Harvest Church to see the unlucky Vampire Emlyn, and explore the ruins of Backlund West Borough in the middle of the night."
Unexpectedly, Sherlock's life was so colorful. Angel repeated in surprise, "The remains of West Borough?"
"It is a Fourth Epoch Tudor Era ruins. I received a commission from a certain homeowner to investigate a secret passage in his house, and finally entered the ruins. But because there was a terrifying evil spirit inside, in order to prevent others from entering, I blew up the entrance there and blocked the entrance.
"But Baronet, who is most likely a descendant of the Tudor Family, used to pretend to be crazy to avoid others' sight. Now he has begun to dig secret passages, trying to enter the ruins, and wake up the evil spirit by following the footsteps of several elders of his family who died in the ruins. So we are going to 'dissuade' this groundhog who works overtime in the middle of the night, and teach him a profound lesson so that he will give up this stupid idea."
It sounds interesting...
Angel thought and suddenly realized the problem in his words.
"You?"
She always felt that she had had a similar conversation recently, and added doubtfully:
"Is she the lady who helped you resell gold bars last time?"
"...yes."
Sherlock was a little hesitant, but finally nodded to confirm this.
"Then you... don't mind having one more person in the team?"
"The evil spirits in that ruins are very dangerous, I..." Sherlock opened his mouth to refuse, but looking at Angel's increasingly serious eyes, he pursed his lips and nodded, "Okay, I'll discuss it with her, but there should be no problem."
"But, tonight you have to cooperate with me and complete a performance, well, I mean a normal performance."
He explained in a superfluous way, which only made the two of them blush again.
At night, at Williams Street at the junction of West Borough and Empress Borough, an abandoned chapel once again welcomed an acquaintance.
Rafte Pound Baronet, who had gray hair on his temples and a sluggish look on his face, moved the stones in the corner of the church, revealing the hidden hole at the back. He picked up the digging tools and oil lamps he carried, and pushed the basket for carrying earth. He arched his buttocks and skillfully got into the tunnel. He used his legs and elbows together and quickly moved deeper.
Behind this excited "groundhog", three figures were looking at him quietly. The dim moonlight spilled into the church from the frameless window, leaving only two blurry shadows.
Stop scolding, stop scolding, your child won't dare to do it next time_(:з"∠)_