Sherlock Holmes is not a warp god.

Chapter 123 Stand Users...Blessed individuals are attracted to each other.

Does the Black Lotus Society really enter the so-called "vacuum homeland" after its members die?

Moreover, after death, he could return from his vacuum home in the subspace and be resurrected by the Black Lotus Society?

Sherlock quickly dismissed the possibility.

If the Black Lotus Society could really do that, they wouldn't have to rely on smuggling to collect what they want.

Even if they conquered a continent and established an immortal kingdom, Sherlock felt the Black Lotus Society's ambitions were too small. To easily resurrect the dead, they would need to at least unify the world.

The Immortal Mother is a true deity and cannot possibly care about anything in the real world. Even if there truly is a so-called vacuum home, it is the private property of the Immortal Mother, and she would not allow other life forms to enter or leave at will.

The only possibility is that Edward Van Conn wasn't really dead, and the body left in the security department's cold storage was just a shell. It's quite simple to replicate flesh and blood into a shell.

"Chase!"

"We must not let Sherlock Holmes get away!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the people inside rushed out.

The prosperity of the border city is mainly concentrated in the center of Slen, and the further out to the periphery it spreads, the closer it becomes to a brutal anarchy.

For example, in this residential building, no one really cares when they hear a desperate battle unfolding outside.

Such incidents are not common at the border, but they are not uncommon either.

Watson arrived at an open space, grabbed Sherlock beside him, spun him around, and tossed him into the air like a shot put.

With the help of Watson, Sherlock unleashed his own power, using the force of the wind to propel himself away into the distance at an incredible speed, comparable to a high-speed car, without the risk of an accident.

Watson watched as Sherlock flew swiftly out of the reach of bullets, and finally let out a slow breath.

He held a gun in his left hand and drew a dagger from his thigh with his right. This dagger was also an extremely valuable alchemical weapon. On the battlefield, Watson would use it to open wounds and cut away flesh to heal soldiers, but he had also killed many people.

Looking at the scene of wolves surrounding him, Watson felt as if he had returned to the battlefield.

Extraordinary Profession: Warrior, Level 7.

For someone whose profession is born for the battlefield, Watson's situation is more unique than post-traumatic stress disorder. He doesn't fear the battlefield, but rather longs for the feeling of life and death intertwined.

He followed Sherlock around precisely for that thrill.

The blessings of the Warrior, the Musician, and the God of Nature flashed across Watson's body, and then his steps...

With a thud, the dagger pierced towards the forehead of the enemy at the front.

Sherlock, who is flying in the sky, doesn't need to worry about Watson for the time being; what's more important is to call for reinforcements.

"That was so exciting!"

A deep emotion flickered in Sherlock's eyes.

The blessing of the evil god was faintly visible on him.

The closer Sherlock got to a life-or-death crisis, the more indescribable pleasure he felt.

Located in the subspace, the Musician is surrounded by countless ethereal and illusory dreams, where many beings are in ruins.

Within the dimension of condensed emotions, the musician saw this "joy".

It looked once again at this creature in the real world.

This joy that arises between life and death attracted its interest.

It wasn't particularly intense, but it was plentiful, filling, and pure.

This joy was familiar to the musician, who finally chose to recall it briefly, remembering that he had gazed upon this creature many times before.

This creature, which derives pleasure from reckless behavior, has a bright future.

So this time, the musician stared at the creature for a little longer. Before looking away, he glanced again at the warrior returning to the battlefield not far away.

The pollution, which the real world sees as a "blessing," spread along the line of sight to Sherlock Holmes.

This blessing was especially powerful.

Sherlock's "romantic nature" and the Musician's Blessing weren't a perfect match, so there wasn't much change. However, his innate talent for seeing through traces of extraordinary abilities was amplified once again.

Spirituality, the foundation of all abilities, has surged dramatically due to the blessing, and is about to give birth to new powers.

Because of his innate extraordinary abilities, which are completely different from the extraordinary abilities of "womanizing" influenced by his childhood, they belong exclusively to Sherlock.

After Sherlock entered downtown Sleng, he triggered numerous supernatural alarms and, instead of returning to Baker Street, headed straight for the Security Bureau.

When it comes to bandit suppression, you should definitely hire professionals.

Meanwhile, in a luxurious courtyard in a faraway western country, a person slowly opened their eyes.

She was an extremely alluring woman, exuding a powerful sense of pressure.

Beneath the thin gauze dress lies a seductive body without underwear.

She was a sadistic queen who used her charm to make some extremely powerful people submit to her high heels and whips.

The face, so beautiful it seemed like a sculpture, was suddenly moved at that moment.

She lowered her intertwined legs, concealing the view beneath her veil.

Standing by the window, gazing in the direction of Ostonia.

In recent years, the [Musician] has been frequently observing the real world and bestowing blessings.

However, she is no longer the one receiving the blessing.

This blessing was especially profound, and even she could not ignore it.

This is a blessing that can change the very nature of life.

After drinking the thick, blood-like liquor from her hand, Eileen Adler's beautiful lips parted slightly as she breathed heavily.

She's going to Ostonia.

This time it wasn't about work, but about finding like-minded people.

While enjoying a meal at the border, Fren caught a fleeting glimpse of Sherlock outside the window.

Looking at the new findings, Fren couldn't help but sigh that Sherlock and Dr. Watson were indeed a match made in heaven.

He voted for the Fu Hua Coal Mine today, and will not vote for the Fu Mo Coal Mine for the time being.

After eating and drinking their fill, they led the bird and two dogs and leisurely headed towards the security bureau. It wasn't far; they'd arrive in a short walk.

Fren was somewhat surprised that Sherlock found the clue so quickly.

It seems the security bureau is about to be mobilized, so Floren definitely won't be able to go back and get a good night's sleep.

So it's better to go to the security bureau and wait for Sherlock and Yuri to bring the person back.

In a corner of the city, Jim and Jasmine, exuding a gay vibe, embraced and said goodbye.

In Aostania, once you have feelings for someone, you usually establish a relationship before you officially start dating.

Kissing and having sex before establishing a relationship is highly immoral.

Molly and Jim were just colleagues at the Security Bureau and had only known each other for a short time. Molly, who was extremely reserved when it came to relationships, was lucky if she could hold hands with him; they weren't at the point where they could kiss.

Jim watched Jasmine go upstairs before turning away, gradually reverting to his Moriarty persona.

Walking down the street, I listened quietly to the sounds coming from the electric current of the streetlights beside me.

Upon hearing that someone had fired at Sherlock first, Moriarty's expression darkened.

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