When Sherlock Holmes stood in front of the plane door with a face full of grief and indignation, letting the strong wind hurt the skin on his face that was not covered by goggles, Salomon had already left Baker Street. His hand of tarot card divination
The skills to solve the case forced the stubborn Sherlock to admit the power of magic. With the clues provided by the tarot cards and the powerful search capabilities of the Internet, even the parts that have not been mentioned in the dossier can only be known by those around him.
All the privacy was revealed by Salomon through Tarot cards. The context of money and power transactions was as clear as dazzling ink spots on white paper. The case of resurrection from the dead that originally seemed weird became dull under the mystical mage's combing.
It's like a boring paper. If MI5 and MI6 still can't catch people with this intelligence, it can only prove that from World War II to the Cold War, and from the Cold War to the present, the British intelligence system is still "producing talents in large numbers" as always
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Tarot divination replaced Sherlock Holmes' reasoning, which made the detective very dissatisfied. He still refused to incorporate magic, an unstable factor, into his reasoning system. The mystic didn't mind this, because Sherlock Holmes
He has already made an appointment to visit, and by then he will gradually expand his horizons and deeply realize how difficult it is for the human race to survive today. His sense of social responsibility and curiosity will push him forward until he falls into the Sahara.
In the chess game played by Lomond, this is an outright conspiracy, not a conspiracy to recruit Stephen Strange. Even if Holmes realizes this, he cannot escape it.
He won, so Sherlock Holmes didn't get to carry his parachute bag when he skydive.
Watson tried every means to dissuade his cohabitants from doing such stupid things, but Holmes, who had seen Salomon's methods, knew that tarot card divination was just a demonstration and display of ability, and that the portal was the real trump card. He also
I believe that Salomon did not lie during the previous meeting. Since he dared to propose such a condition, it proves that the secret mage did not dare to let him die, so he was willing to block it. "Do I look unhappy?
Watson?" he shouted loudly, "I'm glad that there are still many unsolved mysteries in this world...and you. I'm glad to be your friend!"
"You don't need to say your last words, Holmes!" Watson firmly grasped the coat of his cohabitant. He really didn't understand how the plane took off and how they boarded the plane through the procedures. However, these are not military doctors.
There was a question that needed to be thought about. He just clenched his palms and used all his strength. "Don't be stupid! That person must be teasing you!"
"See you later!"
Before the military doctor even had time to react, Sherlock Holmes easily untied his almost convulsing palm. John Watson screamed like crazy and searched for the parachute bag on the plane, then put the parachute bag on his back and jumped off.
He couldn't even wear goggles and an altimeter. It wasn't until he began to fumble for the switch that he gradually recalled the military training he had received. He watched helplessly as the figure of Sherlock Holmes fell to the ground under the pull of gravity. However,
But he was always out of reach. The military doctor screamed desperately in the air, but did not realize that he was approaching the limit of parachute opening step by step. He opened the parachute bag based on his vision and previous skydiving experience, and when he finally landed, he immediately felt the pain
With weak legs, he walked towards the place where his cohabitant fell - he dragged his legs over and prayed out of breath, wanting to rush over to see the situation but his heart was full of fear. John Watson
I plucked up the courage and walked over with cold sweat on my head. However, the expected scene of Sherlock Holmes turning into a pulp did not appear. His cohabitant was collapsed on the grass, laughing weakly and even his voice was hoarse.
The feeling of joy was fleeting, followed by uncontrollable anger.
"You're crazy!" Watson pointed at his head angrily. Due to this thrilling skydiving, his heartbeat even reached the limit. He felt that his head was dizzy, his hands and feet were cold, the tip of his nose was numb, and his tear ducts
It was as heavy as being poured into molten lead and then cooled quickly. He couldn't even recall how he got here a minute ago. "I should have known! I should have known that you don't take your own life seriously."
What the hell! You're a fucking lunatic!" the medic yelled, "I won't care about you anymore, Sherlock Holmes! I shouldn't care about you!"
"I'm fine, I floated down, like a feather." Sherlock Holmes closed his eyes, spread out his limbs, and smiled broadly, "I never do anything I'm not sure about. I'm sure he doesn't want me to die.
But thank you for your concern."
"No! I don't care about you!" Watson was like a balloon that suddenly deflated. He waved his hand, "That's it, I'm tired. I asked Mary to pick me up. You can go back by yourself. Remember to tell Mrs. Hudson that I am here today."
Not having dinner there." Gu
"Say hello to my Mary."
"Don't even think about it!"
"Miss Morstan, this is a gift from the Eternal City to you." Salomon, wearing a black suit and mourning clothes, knocked on the door of the apartment. Mary Morstan's first reaction when faced with a stranger who called her by her first name.
She was pretending to be stupid until she saw the document wrapped in a brown paper file bag. "I know it is very rude to visit without permission, but if you use the mail, I am worried that you think someone wants to threaten you." He said, "I
I can assure you that from now on, no one in SHIELD or HYDRA will know your past identity, let alone MI6, MI5 and the CIA. Because this is the last one.
Information about your past has been erased. All traces of you on the Internet have been erased. Even the information about the former owner of the name you used has been erased. You can take this secret to your grave forever.
No one will threaten you with this secret."
"Who are you?" Mary Morstan acted very calmly. Her qualities as a top agent were fully demonstrated at this moment. She took a half step back and used the door panel to cover her hand that was reaching behind her to hold the gun.
Luo Meng knew that the muzzle of the pistol was pointed at his body through the door panel, but at this moment he had cast a protective spell, and he was not worried about bullets within the duration of the spell. However, he still erased the possibility of
The bullet-reflecting spell only left three layers of protective magic that could eliminate kinetic energy, soften metal and a protective force field to prevent Mary Morstan from actually shooting, and then the bullet would be reflected back under the influence of magic.
"You can barely be considered a friend of Dr. Watson and Sherlock Holmes." The Mystic Mage shrugged, "That's why I will guarantee your safety."
"You did not answer my question."
"With all due respect, ma'am," Salomon replied, "I definitely don't want to mention to John Watson that I have been here. Now all the cameras that can be seen here have been temporarily powered off, whether they are mobile phones or bank cameras.
Surveillance probe, no one will find out that we have talked. Oh, by the way, if Mycroft Holmes comes to you... Believe me, all his threats are false, there is no evidence of your past. By the way, laugh for me
He, you can tell him my name, Salomon Damonet."
"Who is Mycroft Holmes?"
"Don't worry about the CIA, they think you are dead. This is the information that the Immortal City obtained directly from the CIA database." Salomon smiled, but still did not answer the question, "Goodbye, madam, this is your