Vol 2 Chapter 724: Respective account

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sunny.
But Sherlock, who was locked up, could not feel the slightest sunlight, and only the swaying candlelight accompanied him in his vision.
The place where he is located is the family altar chamber, which is more than 20 meters long and 5 meters high. It is very huge, and some are empty and gloomy.
In the middle of the chamber, a four-story altar stands, because there are no ceremonies, and there is no decoration on the top. At this time, Sherlock was lying on it, rolling around with his eyes closed, trying to hypnotize himself lying on the bed.
But the hard, cold touch under his body made it difficult for him to hypnotize successfully. After a long while, he could not help sitting up, staring at the eyes, looking around, dissatisfied, and did not know who to speak to.
"Hello!" Shylock exclaimed.
"Hey……"
"Hey……"
"Hey……"
The voice echoed for a long time.
Sherlock shook his head and complained: "Too much, I don't want to marry that violent woman, why should I be locked here! Really locked here, there is nothing, but some living items let me bring in at least? For example, a big soft bed, a smooth desk, a comfortable chair, a square foot...right, the most important thing is to let Lucia come in to accompany me, after all, it is too boring here."
"Hey, I'm talking to you, have you heard? Didn't you respond?" Sherlock said in a nagging voice. He knew no one would listen, but he worked hard to create a conversational situation, because if he didn’t, he would be bored to death.
After a while, Sherlock lay on the top of the altar again, stretched his body, looked at the top of the altar, and continued to complain: "Let me say, you are really overdone. Use the crystal ball to warn me and lie to me back, obviously it is If you are wrong first, let me marry the violent woman, but you are wrong. I don’t understand. Why am I so eager to get married when I am so young? Don’t you know, you get a burden when you get married Now, how do I get in touch with more beautiful girls?
Can you think about it for me? You never thought about it, is your behavior unreasonable at all? If you don’t say me, let’s just say Ilo, you have been forced to experience it. This is to fight to resist. And I’m locked in by you now, almost like resistance with freedom-although not voluntary. "
"Hey! Did you hear that? I'm really angry now, let me go out!" At the end, Sherlock roared.
The next moment, a response appeared, and a voice rang in his ear, whispering: "Do you want to go out?"
"Who?!" Sherlock exclaimed, "Swipe" stood up at once, and looked around alertly, his eyes sharp.
He knew very well that there would be no second person in the entire room except him.
What made him incomprehensible was that his voice rang again in his ear: "You don't need to know who I am, as long as you know clearly, I will not be malicious to you."
"Oh, do you think I will believe it?" Sherlock did not relax his vigilance, and his eyes continued to sharpen, constantly glancing around.
"Believe it or not," the voice said, "but I won't hurt you, in fact, I can help you."
"Help me? How can I help?"
"You want to leave this place right now, I can help you leave."
"boast."
"No, I never talk big, you look ahead." The voice said.
Sherlock looked up to the front, his eyebrows were suddenly raised, he saw the almost indestructible walls of the secret room, a crack suddenly appeared with a "click", and then a hole for one person to pass was born.
"Did you see that hole? Through the hole, you can leave here and see an interesting world." The voice said.
"But how do I think you are tempting me?" Sherlock said, "I wouldn't be so stupid, I would never listen to you to drill that mouse hole, after all...I am not a mouse."
"Hah." The voice laughed, full of confidence, "No, you will definitely go to drill. Because you have never been a stubborn person, your life creed is to experience and explore all kinds of interesting things. You will never let go of things."
"Cut!" Sherlock was disdainful. "Do you think you know me well?"
"Actually, yes. In a sense, I am in your soul, so I know you better than you." The voice said.
"Then I won't drill the mouse hole."
"five minutes."
"Huh? What five minutes?" Sherlock wondered.
"At that time, you will know." The voice said.
...
five minutes later.
Sherlock gritted his teeth and walked down the altar, angrily digging into the broken hole, threatening his voice while drilling: "I told you that I just glanced at what was inside. If I were to find out, there was I can’t spare you anything bad!

As the words fell, Sherlock's body disappeared into the cave.
...
In the real world, in the Chamber of Secrets, Sherlock lay asleep on the top of the altar.
A faint blue light appeared on his body, accompanied by a scream, and a blue goblin jumped out of his body and babbled around him.
At his wrist ~EbookFREE.me~ An inconspicuous scar turned crimson. After a while, blood oozed from the scar, and a drop of it rolled down on the altar, then infiltrated and disappeared.
Suddenly, the altar seemed to shake, but it didn't seem to.
...
at dusk.
North of the main continent.
The sorceress Circe, with the two young girls Naird and Heidi, appeared in front of a majestic city.
Nelly and Heidi were a little surprised to see the city.
In comparison, the sorceress Circe was calm and relaxed: "Okay, let's go."
After speaking, leading Nilide and Heidi entered the city.
...
late at night.
Central part of the main continent.
On the banks of a large river, a gray stone tower stands.
At this time, the door of the stone tower was wide open, and the light from the distance could be seen.
Approaching the stone tower and walking through the stone tower's door, you can find a mess inside. Various pieces of furniture were broken into pieces, a large number of cracks appeared on the wall, and a turbid viscous liquid in the corner slowly flowed with suspicious corroded meat.
Above the stairs leading to the upper part of the stone tower, several tall, heavily armored guards had fallen, blood was flowing, and they could no longer stand up. If anyone who knows the goods sees the magic patterns on their armor, they will know that they are all powerful magic knights, but without exception, they are all dead.
Obviously, this stone tower was attacked by outsiders, and the defense power of the stone tower was severely lost.
In the room on the top of the stone tower, the owner of the stone tower, an old wizard wearing a blue robe, slumped on a chair, can clearly feel the passing of life force.
He couldn't help widening his eyes, looking at a green-haired boy standing in front of him, and asked in a puzzled way: "Raymond, you... why are you doing this? Why betray me?"