Chapter 1396 Prelude

"You're asking for trouble."

Earlier, after learning about Huai Shi's temporary plan, Holmes gave a straightforward suggestion: "Now there is no need for you to add extraneous matters and increase risks in vain."

"No, this is avoiding risks."

Huai Shi shook his head: "Since you can make guesses, someone must have doubts, but who is doubting it? The unknown is the scariest thing.

But since it's impossible to determine where the opponent's eyes are directed, why not specify a direction for them? "

"Dark under the lamp?"

Holmes understood instantly: "It's too easy to mess up, Huaishi, don't be so smart."

In the brief silence, Huai Shi smiled: "No, I just plan to give Golden Dawn's friends a little sense of security. After all, who wants to live such a life of fear?"

"This is not a sensible gamble. The benefits and risks do not match." Holmes shook his head: "The Book of Destiny also has limits. You use yourself as bait to catch prey, but if they find out that you are really not Yeats... The Kingdom of Heaven genealogy will lose everything."

"No, who said it would be me they were checking?"

Huai Shi asked in confusion, which silenced Holmes.

And in his raised hand, ancient classics appeared, and between the pages of the pages, the figure who was still immersed in the illusion emerged...

"It's time to wake up from your dream, Mr. Yeats."

Huai Shi’s sincere wishes, “Are you ready to welcome a new stage of life?”

From his sweet dream, Yeats smiled and opened his eyes.

Welcome tomorrow.

.

The next day, in the center of the Nowhere, Mathers was silent, quietly staring at the projection on the screen.

Seeing the cheerful Yeats push out the door, humming a song, happily greeting familiar people, and full of affinity, he seemed to be a different person compared to the past.

Even when meeting an artificial person like the Chosen One, he nodded without any disgust or grudge, and his smile was soft and comfortable.

Like a person who loves life.

Facing the Ocean, Spring and Blossom.

No, there's something wrong...

Something is wrong.

Mathers frowned.

If you examine it based on this premise, you will notice a strong sense of dissonance surrounding that man, a sense of lightness that is completely different from the gloomy and gloomy past.

And just as he was passing through the dark alley, Yeats's figure flickered slightly in the crowd, and then disappeared.

Mathers looked at the map of the city expressionlessly, as well as the pair of footprints extending forward slowly and unhurriedly.

He walked skillfully and calmly through the blind spots of surveillance, hiding his own existence. In this way, he quickly and easily passed between various forbidden areas and important departments, quietly.

When he appeared in front of the surveillance video again, he had already arrived in front of the training center for the chosen ones.

Holding a bouquet of flowers that came from nowhere, she waited in front of the door with a smile.

The time is just right.

"coincidence."

Yeats gazed at the lady in front of him with joy.

Maud looked at him calmly with a solemn expression.

"Are you sure you want me to play such a boring game with him, Mathers?" An impatient voice sounded from the center: "My time is precious!"

"I know."

Mathers nodded, "Maude, I need your cooperation."

"It's like you told me before that Yeats has changed his mind and changed his past completely?"

mocking words in response.

"I promise, this is the end, Maud."

After Mathers was silent for a moment, he wanted to say something more, but saw that Maud had smoothly taken the bouquet from Yeats's hand on the surveillance camera and expressed his gratitude coldly.

For a moment, the words and worries that filled him fell into the void.

Are you so talkative this time?

Even Mathers was a little surprised.

"It's time for you to go, Yeats."

"I know you are busy with work, so I won't disturb you for too long." Yeats hesitated, "Afternoon, are you free in the afternoon?"

"..."

Maud was silent for a few seconds, as if she had expected what nonsense Mathers would say again. She did not waste time and just nodded slowly: "I have time for dinner."

"Very good!"

Yeats beamed with joy: "Then I'll pick you up in the afternoon? What do you want to eat? Roman food? No, I'd rather cook it myself. How about I cook it myself?"

"……up to you."

Maud held the flowers he sent and turned to leave.

She didn't see Yeats' strange smile behind her.

So looking forward to it.

Just like that, staring at her figure disappearing into the distance, Yeats turned and left, but his footsteps turned in another direction...

For a whole day, Mathers watched Yeats's movements throughout the city, passing through dark corners, stopping at key locations, and finally disappearing in the darkness.

He closed his eyes tiredly.

"Unfortunately, I have a 70% probability of being certain that he is Huai Shi."

The Fool's figure emerged from behind him, "The swarm is ready, shall we take action?"

"Wait, wait..."

Mathers squeezed his cane, "Maybe there is some misunderstanding."

"Just now, we intercepted a message sent from the Land of Nowhere to the Abyss, and we are urgently decoding it." The Fool continued: "The sender of the message was using Yeats's authority."

"..." Mathers said nothing.

"Longer ago, I received news of the Chosen One's observation - a conversation between Yeats and Mr. Holmes.

Since then, Mr. Holmes's whereabouts have become strange. "

The Fool added in a timely manner: "I mobilized the people in the Nowhere Country to investigate Mr. Yeats's movement and discovered six hidden secret rituals.

He used his own events to record the "Illusion" and hid a large number of unknown items within us——"

Snapped!

The cane rubbed against the ground, making a sharp sound.

Everyone present fell into silence, feeling cold as they looked at the marked locations on the map.

"I have said before that he is definitely Huai Shi. We should have checked carefully at that time." Aleister Demon, who was born with two horns, clenched his fists irritably.

The hermit frowned: "What's the use of saying it before? Just say a few words less."

"Mr. Mathers -" Tower urged: "Please make a decision quickly. It may be too late before he causes more damage."

Nowadays, all the search teams everywhere, in order to avoid taking advantage of the enemy, can only squat in front of the disguise of the secret ceremony and wait in agony.

"I see."

In the brief silence, Mathers turned back and looked at his companion: "Bennett, you take action, remember..."

"Don't worry, I won't kill you until I figure it out."

Bennett, the meditative hell monk, raised his eyes and disappeared silently into the room.

The original darkness spread from the pupils of the eyes, and the shadow of the abyss where all things were born silently covered the entire land of nothing, sealing off the inside and outside.

At the same time, Yeats held the precious ingredients in his arms, hummed a song, and opened the door of his home.

Look at the darkness behind the door.

Stunned in place.

Involuntarily, he took a step back.

But the world outside the door also became dark.

"What's going on? Bennett."

Yeats's expression suddenly changed, his eyes widened, and he shouted angrily: "Are you crazy?"

"Just go ahead and capture him, Mr. Huaishi."

The Fool's projection descended, pity reminding: "There is no need to pretend anymore."

"What do you mean?"

Yeats was stunned on the spot, in disbelief, but then he saw the chosen ones surrounding him: "What are you doing?! Hey! Get away! What do you bastards want to do!"

But the expressions of the silent chosen people did not change. They just gathered around coldly, making Yeats's expression gradually darken: "I knew... you bunch of bitches, you have hatred and hatred for me... Bennett , are you also confused by them? Get away, I want to see Mathers! Get away, I want-"

"I'm sorry, please don't resist." The Fool warned coldly: "Next, we will conduct a search here..."

"stop!"

At that moment, Yeats's face twitched uncontrollably, and he subconsciously looked in the direction of the bedroom, and then launched a desperate resistance.

Under Bennett's suppression, all resistance dissolved in an instant.

As if bound by the entire abyss, Yeats resisted in embarrassment, but was pinned to the ground and put on layers of shackles.

Just a sharp roar.

"That's it, Huaishi!"

The Fool stretched out his hand, his fingers like knives, and suddenly pierced his chest.

Tearing away all pretense and essence.

When the phantom in front of him was revealed, the Fool imagined Huai Shi's desperate expression and couldn't help but smile.

But in the next moment, the smile that had not yet appeared on his lips was stillborn.

When the human body is torn apart, the essence of the spirit emerges from Yeats's shrill scream.

The fluorescence of countless shining characters illuminated his eyes.

It made him freeze in place.

Actually... is it true?

But what about Huai Shi? !

Where did Huai Shi go? !

He turned around suddenly and ordered: "Everyone, conduct a search!"

"Stop!"

Yeats's voice became sharper and shriller: "Stop!"

He widened his eyes, stared at the figure walking towards the bedroom, and moved forward with all his strength.

For some reason, the fool suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

Aleister, who was going to search the bedroom, immediately stopped at the door. The layers of frames and secret rituals were lowered, sealing off the entire room and standing ready.

In this brief silence, the sound of investigating the large group came from the channel.

Aleisters from all over reported their results.

"Report, all the secret rituals have been dismantled, and we have controlled and contained the items inside, but..."

The person reporting the report paused for a moment, looking at the black object in front of him suspiciously like a time bomb, and checked again and again: "The hidden object looks like... just some fireworks?"

There was a moment of silence, no one spoke.

Only Aleister Demon, who was smiling proudly, turned back dully, the smile frozen on his face.

And when the bedroom door slowly opened under the solemn warning of the 'Tower', nothing happened except Yeats's roar and despair.

The room behind the door was calm as usual.

Only a copy of the letter remained on the desk.

[I hereby extend an invitation to you. Even though time is precious, I still hope that you will be able to undertake this performance. I will pay more than four times the remuneration for this.

I sincerely hope that your singing will accompany me in the most important moments of my life.

——Your loyal audience Yeats]

As for the recipient's code, after a short period of identification, the conclusion was reached: the Abyss Choir, a subsidiary of the United Music Association of Hells.

It was just an ordinary invitation.

The Fool's expression gradually changed, from calmness to shock, and finally, to an unbelievable gloominess, almost tearing the letter in his hand into pieces.

"What are you pretending to be, Huai Shi?! How long are you going to keep playing this trick!"

The Fool stretched out his hand, suddenly picked up Yeats, and questioned him solemnly, but Yeats showed no response. He just stared blankly at the things on the table and muttered something to himself.

Struggling hard.

Looking desperately at the clock in the corner, looking at the countdown on it...

Soon, a familiar voice sounded outside the door.

Yeats's face turned pale.

"Why so many people?"

The visitor to the appointment asked in confusion: "What happened?"

The chosen one guarding the door shook his head: "I'm sorry, Ms. Maud, because Mr. Yeats is involved in endangering the security of the Nowhere Country, and is currently under investigation. Please stay away."

"Really? I understand."

The calm female voice nodded slightly, as if disappointed, and sighed softly.

Then, there was the sound of low footsteps turning away.

No matter Yeats lamented.

What a heartbreaking call through all the obstacles.

Until the end, the Fool finally found what Yeats wanted to hide in the most secret corner of the bedroom, but under the protection of many secret rituals, there was only one box.

And a ring that is nothing but gorgeous...?

evidence? trace? Suspect?

Nothing!

The furious Fool tightened his fingers, wanting to completely crush the blindfold in front of him, but from behind the stab, a hand slowly stretched out, held his wrist, and stopped his movements.

"That's it, Fool."

Mathers, who had been watching until now, slowly shook his head: "This is just a ring."

"But..." The fool stopped talking.

"Stop all investigations."

"The crisis alert can be lifted," Mathers said.

"But the possibility of Yeats being controlled has not been ruled out yet..." The Fool still wanted to speak, but was rudely interrupted by Mathers: "I said, stop!"

"……clear."

The Fool finally let go of his hand.

The ring fell to the ground with such a clear sound.

Mathers reached out, picked up the ring from the ground, put it back into Yeats's hand, and sighed silently: "I'm sorry, old friend, this is just a necessary investigation."

"...It's too much, wuwu, it's too much."

Holding his engagement ring, Yeats couldn't hold back the urge to cry anymore and cried loudly: "My candlelight dinner, my surprise fireworks, my proposal ceremony..."

"I promise, I'll explain it to you."

Mathers solemnly promised: "You will definitely have a chance in the future."

"……Really?"

The heartbroken Yeats raised his head, his eyes dim with tears.

"..."

Mathers wanted to tell the truth, the Golden Dawn did not lie to the Golden Dawn. But I can't say such unconscionable words no matter what.

Ten minutes later, he had already violently broken into Holmes' residence.

In the mess on the floor, he sat on the chair in front of the detective, no longer hiding his gloominess.

"What on earth did you tell Yeats?!"

"Huh? Why do you have to be so serious?"

Holmes pinched his chin and smiled slightly: "At best, I just fulfilled my duties and made sincere suggestions for my clients."

"A romantic proposal will make a reserved lady's heart flutter, right? But now it seems that he accidentally leaked the news..."

When he said this, there was a look on his face as if the prank had succeeded: "To be honest, I am really looking forward to tonight's fireworks show. I wonder if he succeeded?"

"You don't have to look forward to any more fireworks or surprises, Sherlock."

Mathers said coldly: "Unfortunately, you have failed to live up to my expectations of you. Until the end of this period, you should stay in your own cage honestly."

"Oh, wait! Wait a minute!"

Holmes raised his hand and said solemnly: "Is there a possibility that I am innocent and that these plans were all misled by Huai Shi? You see, there is a high possibility that that guy Huai Shi has infiltrated Wu He You Zhi. Township.

Maybe I'm still watching you fussing around and laughing secretly... You can't fall into his trap! "

"enough!"

Mathers could no longer hold back and roared angrily.

When the cane struck down, terrifying power burst out in the room, as if violent pressure spread like the seabed, causing Holmes's words to stop abruptly, and then numerous frames and secret rituals were once again imposed on Holmes' body.

Completely seal him away from this prison.

The gates are blocked.

The footsteps fade away.

And in the midst of the mess, Holmes shrugged helplessly, looked around his room, looked down at the violin that was protected by him at the last moment, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Again, he lay back on the sofa.

Close your eyes.

[Toying with people's sincerity and provoking discord among companions... You are really a devil, Mr. Huaishi. 】

In the Book of Destiny, Holmes's handwriting appeared, and he asked doubtfully: "Don't your conscience hurt?" 】

[Unfortunately, no. 】

Huai Shi regretfully replied: [Moreover, if necessary, I don’t mind doing more cruel things. I hope you won’t despise my behavior. 】

[Because they are your enemies? 】

Holmes smiled: [As a soldier, there is no better quality than this. 】

【No. 】

Huaishi replied calmly: [Because they have hurt my friends. 】

Holmes was silent.

No more words were spoken.

In the silence, Huai Shi slowly closed the book of destiny in his hand, raised his head, and stared at the mirror.

In the reflection of the mirror, the embarrassed Yeats sluggishly washed away the stains and dust on his face, his expression dull and numb, like a walking zombie immersed in a dream.

And in the reflection of his eyes, Huai Shi's figure emerged like a bubble.

The face with a strand of white hair came slightly closer, the cold face raised, staring into the empty pupils in the mirror, and asked softly:

"Are you ready for the ceremony, Mr. Yeats?"

What's yours, what's yours, what's for the golden dawn and death -

Grand ceremony!

Ah, I'm sorry it's a little late. It's 5,000 words per chapter and I really don't want to break it up. Stepping on the end of double, asking for a monthly pass.