A meteorite would not fall vertically like that. If something fell vertically, it could only be something else.
What was happening before their eyes had already surpassed everyone's imagination. But no matter how bizarre something was, as long as it followed logic, it could be inferred and connected.
"Mr. Holmes."
Fujimaru Ritsuka moved a little closer to Holmes.
"It doesn't conform to common human sense... does it?"
Holmes raised his head and let out a soft sigh.
"Falling from that direction, it is undoubtedly from outer space."
"If we rule out meteorites and the remnants of other celestial bodies... then, in principle, it is already impossible. To humanity, this is a paradox."
"So it can only be an [artificial object], and an [artificial object] made by [non-humans]."
That was the deduction of the great detective, Sherlock Holmes.
From a certain perspective, it was the truth.
"An artificial object? Non-humans? What the hell are you—talking about?!"
Goredolf Musik was not slow-witted. With a little thought, he understood what Holmes meant, and his face immediately turned pale.
"Simply put, conventional possibilities no longer apply to that thing. It is an enemy that would normally only exist in fiction."
"One possibility is... some kind of invader from outer space."
The entire vehicle fell silent. Everyone found it unbelievable. Or rather, the situation itself was impossible to comprehend.
"Even if—even if you say that, this isn't something you can say with such a calm face!"
Sweat covered Goredolf's face. His pupils trembled slightly as he grabbed the back of the driver's seat where Holmes sat.
"Aliens? Do you even know what you're saying?"
Unlike the others, Fujimaru Ritsuka maintained a basic degree of rationality.
What Holmes said was entirely possible.
Even if that thing was not an alien, it was undoubtedly something difficult to