"There is evil power?"

"Are you staring at me?"

Sherlock's heart trembled slightly, but he could still remain calm.

After many strange events and the journey of "World in the Mirror", his nerves have become much thicker.

"How is it? Are you still hesitating?"

Malfoy stared at Sherlock and said in dissatisfaction:

"This opportunity is rare! For the sake of your friends and the precious opportunity I have won you for your orphans and helpless!"

"Think about it carefully. As long as you join the 'Solomon Secretary Society', you can gain the 'extraordinary ability' that ordinary people cannot touch for the rest of their lives!"

"Think about the feeling of controlling powerful power! Think about the ability to enter the historical tomb without any obstacles and dig out the mystery of history! Think about the ability to obtain a lot of coveted money, fame, and powerful background!"

"You don't need anything to pay. You just need to agree and swallow the gift I have prepared for you, and everything can be done. Simple, efficient, and lifelong benefits!"

"How is it? What are you waiting for? Accept it!"

Malfoy waved his hand in front of Sherlock's eyes in a tempting tone. His movements, expressions, and words all had a strong sense of convincing feeling.

Sherlock's ears roared, and he deeply felt that Malfoy was very reasonable. He thought in his heart that if he didn't believe it, he would be a shameful coward and a despicable villain...

A voice kept echoing in his spirit:

"It's right, I agree! I'm willing to devote my knowledge, my abilities, everything I have, to pursue this goal..."

At this critical moment of confusion and confusion!

The sherlock inner bag was placed in the pocket watch, and suddenly felt a burning feeling. It seemed as if a ball of fire was burning, directly stinging the part of his heart.

"hiss......"

Sherlock suddenly woke up and pressed his hand on his chest, which was so irritating that tears almost came out. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain, but finally he didn't reach out to take out the pocket watch and threw it away.

"Um?"

Malfoy stared at Sherlock suspiciously:

"What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, I didn't eat at night, I have stomachache!"

Sherlock's palm slowly moved downward, from his heart and chest to his stomach, rubbed gently, and gasped properly to make his face pale.

Malfoy frowned and showed a skeptical attitude. He stood up, opened a bottle of crimson wine on the wine table next to the sofa, and poured two and a half cups.

"A special royal offering in Windsor Castle cellar, drink a little and make you feel comfortable."

Malfoy sat back on the sofa, handed her a glass to Sherlock, raised her glass and showed her a light sip.

Sherlock politely took the drink, held it in his hand, carefully staining his lips, and then said:

"I'm just worried that I can't handle this responsibility, not refuse."

Malfoy shook his wine glass, and when he heard this, he nodded:

"With your personality, it is normal to have such concerns. But don't worry, there are not many people in the entire city of Beginham who can master the ancient Ibiya Celtic language."

"There are very few who can study under Professor Hoffmann and study the Department of Archaeology, and are good at translating the ancient Ibiya Celtic classifications of 'runes' and 'tomb inscriptions'."

Malfoy stared at Sherlock and said in a stressful tone:

"Professor Hoffman is already old. As his student, you should use your unique knowledge to make a career!"

It turns out that the reason why Malfoy approached me was because of his or her expertise in history and archaeology... Sherlock suddenly realized it.

"Can I know what gifts you have prepared?" Sherlock continued to ask calmly.

Malfoy had been observing Sherlock's reaction, and when he heard this sentence, he smiled implicitly:

"I appreciate your pride and the accumulated expertise you have grown up in difficult circumstances. I believe you will agree with what I said in order to pursue higher goals."

He reached out to the silver-edged coffee table in the middle of the sofa, groped for a moment, took out three transparent glass bottles, which were as thick as a finger, and placed them in front of Sherlock.

In the glass bottle is a silvery solution, soaked in strange things.

Sherlock looked carefully and was secretly surprised.

In the first glass bottle, there was a black eyeball with less white eyes.

In the second glass bottle, one-third of the fingers were soaked.

In the third glass bottle, a piece of fragments that looked like bones were soaked.

"This is the 'instinctive weight' that Chaofan decomposed after his death. Although he can swallow and promote Superman, he faces a very high risk of crazy loss of control and returning to zero in his mind."

Brooke's spiritual words came into Sherlock's ears.

Instinct weight, crazy loss of control, rationality returns to zero... Sherlock was thinking about these three fresh words, each of which was not simple.

Even without Brooke's warning, Sherlock felt a little uncomfortable just by looking at the three bottles of weird items he saw.

"I mentioned the extraordinary knowledge to you before, Xiao Sherlock, you were very eager to learn more!"

Malfoy's mouth moved, showing a meaningful smile.

"Look, this is all from the most precious and most essential part left over from extraordinary legacy. You just need to swallow and digest it according to me, and you will immediately have incredible power!"

"This bottle comes from the extraordinary nature of life. After swallowing and digesting, you will gain the extraordinary ability of the 9th level ‘seed trainer’. In the late night environment, no matter animals or plants, you can listen to your voice."

"And this bottle is an extraordinary source of the darkness of the nirvana. After swallowing and digesting, you will gain the extraordinary power of the 9th level ‘Sleeping Man’. The darker the environment, the more energetic you will be and have a sharper observation."

"This last bottle is also the one I carefully selected and is the most suitable for you. From the supernatural nature of the knowledge, you will gain the extraordinary ability of the 9th level ‘Generalist’."

"If you can successfully be promoted to 'Generalist', then your historical and archaeological knowledge will increase exponentially. All the problems will be solved in your eyes!"

In Malfoy's tone, with fanaticism and temptation, he waved his hand over the three small bottles, stared into Sherlock's eyes, and said:

"What are you still hesitating about? Are you not moved by the power that is within your reach?"

It was not until this moment that Sherlock was truly exposed to extraordinary knowledge. Every word Malfoy said made him curious and eager.

"Why is Brooke dangerous to say that these 'instinctive weights'? Can all the extraordinary people who are promoted have both strength and danger? Crazy out of control? Reason goes back to zero?"

Sherlock thought in his heart, and his eyes were patrolling the three bottles of "instinct weights".

He could sense that each bottle contained a heart-shaking strange fluctuation.

In fact, if we put aside the so-called danger, Sherlock thought that the three extraordinary abilities mentioned by Malfoy were very good.

After all, he is just a rookie now and he feels curious and fresh when he sees everything.

"I don't know if there is a complete set of extraordinary systems. Let me think carefully before choosing... You can't just be so hasty when you advance to extraordinary..."

Sherlock thought about whether he would take this opportunity to make more Malfoy's words? After all, Malfoy is now seeking him to join, and it seems anxious.

"Malfoy, that's it..."

Sherlock thoughtfully and wanted to continue talking about some off-topics.

suddenly!

Bang--

There was a roar like a collision outside the living room.

Malfoy's face changed, and he quickly wrapped three small bottles with the newspaper at hand and stuffed them into the coffee table. Then he quickly got up and strode to the door of the living room with silver-edged edges.

"Routine inspection, gentlemen and ladies, please cooperate with our inspection!"

A thick voice came in.

The living room door was pushed open, and the black-bearded waiter staggered in, looking very embarrassed.

Behind the waiter, three men wearing dark blue police uniforms at the security hall, wearing police badges on their chests and high-capped inspector hats, and sternly looked strode in.

Sherlock looked at him from afar and couldn't help but be stunned.

Because one of the inspectors of the Public Security Bureau was actually Rooney.

But Sherlock doesn't know the other two yet.

"Ha! I knew you were here!! No matter what I said, no matter how cunning the fox is, it cannot escape the pursuit of veteran hunters!"

Rooney also noticed Sherlock's figure and shouted excitedly.

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