Black Book

Chapter 125 Doubt

Zhu Haomiao's will was extracted from his main body, following this path, ignoring the barriers of time and space, and descended into the body of the most "loyal" believer.

On the other side, in a brightly lit, luxurious and elegant banquet hall, Wilson, who had lowered his brows and closed his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes, raised his eyes slightly, and looked at the beautiful girl in front of him with a smile.

No wonder……

Wilson will be so terrified that he will ask for my protection...

Without blinking, he stared into the pure golden eyes that emitted a faint holy light, then smiled slightly and calmly shifted his gaze to look at the handsome white man holding a pipe beside him.

"Mr. Sherlock, I don't understand your question."

Meeting that pair of dark and deep eyes, Sherlock Voss's hand holding the pipe trembled inexplicably, and he subconsciously lowered his eyes, not daring to look directly at them.

The beautiful girl next to him narrowed her eyes and stared at Wilson's face in confusion.

She could feel that in the last moment, some drastic change had taken place in this native that even she could not perceive.

The guy who was so nervous that he couldn't even speak, didn't dare to look himself in the eyes, and could only close his eyes and tremble, suddenly seemed like a different person!

Not only did she look at her without fear, her gaze was calm and deep, as if she was just an ordinary girl.

At this time, Sherlock Voss finally came back to his senses, raised his eyes again, stared at the dark and evil pupils, and asked calmly.

"Mr. Wilson, I'm asking if you have any clues about Mr. Li Ran Campbell. Before he disappeared, you seemed to have had a violent conflict with his Chamber of Commerce."

Hearing this, Wilson smiled slightly.

"Are you alleging that I had anything to do with the disappearance of Leran Campbell?"

"No...I didn't..."

Wilson waved his hand, interrupting Sherlock Voss's defense, and spoke slowly and quietly.

"It is true that my business does overlap with Campbell's, and there have been some frictions and unpleasantness, but that is all normal business competition and will not affect our friendship."

Sherlock Voss: “…………”

What you call normal business competition is blowing up your opponent's factory?
Sherlock Worth rubbed his temples in pain, unable to adapt to the plain and simple business wars of 19th century capitalists.

"Besides, I invited him to all the parties I organized before. We are actually quite close friends."

"But after that party, his mind seemed to be severely stimulated and he became completely crazy."

Wilson shook his head calmly and looked at Sherlock Voss sincerely.

"I don't know about that. Maybe he has some problems with his business..."

After hesitating for a moment, Sherlock Voss sighed regretfully and held out his hand.

"I see. Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Wilson."

Wilson smiled as he held the other's slender and powerful hand and shook it gently.

"That's what I'm supposed to do, Detective Sherlock."

After saying this, Wilson looked meaningfully at the beautiful girl with a holy temperament who had been standing quietly beside Sherlock Voss.

If they didn't know her identity, most people would think that this young girl was the follower of the mature Sherlock Worth.

However, Wilson recognized this person who he had met once before...

Archangel Gabriel!

Wilson watched the two people go away, and gradually they were obscured by the other people at the banquet. Wilson narrowed his eyes, and a barely perceptible black light flashed in his pupils. At the other side of the banquet, Sherlock Voss's lips moved slightly, and silent words were transmitted directly between the two people.

"Master Gabriel, did he lie?"

"do not know."

"Huh??!!! You didn't know?!!!"

No one can lie under the gaze of an archangel, unless...

Sherlock Voss's hair stood on end as he shivered all over, and he suddenly felt a surge of fear in his heart.

As if aware of his thoughts, Gabriel glanced at him indifferently.

"It's not what you think. I just can't see clearly. That guy seems to have a second personality. For this special soul, simple lie detection is meaningless."

"And with my current strength, I can't easily perform more advanced mind reading..."

Sherlock Voss breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, but then frowned again.

"So we can only investigate through conventional means?"

"Well, based on the principle that whoever benefits is the most suspicious, we should investigate all those who participated in the division. The cultists should be among them..."

"Uh... Lord Gabriel, are you sure that Liran Campbell was sacrificed by the cultists?"

Sherlock Voss was confused.

The business wars in the 19th century were too "plain and simple". They were not assassinations but open killings!

Today you attacked me with a group of gunmen!

Tomorrow I will bring a group of gunmen to attack you!

The day after tomorrow we will use submachine guns to shoot at the rioting workers!
The day after tomorrow, we’ll blow up the country’s tax officials!
These capitalists are too wild, they are like a group of hyenas, vultures and sharks!
As long as they smell the slightest scent of blood, they will rush forward and share the prey!
As long as they can make 300% profit, they will dare to trample on all human laws!
There is absolutely no so-called respect or rules!
Lao Ma's Capital is still too conservative...

Their pores are not only filled with dirty blood, but also with madness and indescribable things...

In Sherlock Voss's eyes, the disappearance of Lear Campbell was the result of a "plain and simple" business war among the capitalists.

A wild beast in the dark jungle was bleeding, and the surrounding bloodthirsty monsters rushed over to eat it. This was just their instinctive reaction, and it was too common!
What's more, Li Ran Campbell's property was divided up among a dozen indigenous forces from the Qing government and several major empires. Wilson was just an inconspicuous one among them. Could it be that they were all involved in cult activities?
Knowing Sherlock Voss's doubts, Gabriel just shook his head calmly and spoke lightly in an ethereal voice like an aural tune.

"I heard his last prayers."

"I felt his despair, pain, and...repentance..."

"I can't lead him to heaven..."

"He is guilty!"

Listening to the sweet whispering like a silver bell, Sherlock Voss felt as if he had been electrified, goose bumps stood up all over his body, and the look he gave the girl became more awed, pious, and fanatical...

Her plain words reveal her supreme authority; she judges all the sins in the world!
Archangel Gabriel!
She will blow the trumpet of Judgment Day!
Even though Sherlock Voss was not a fanatic, he couldn't help but kneel down on one knee, look up at the pure girl, and ask the words he desired most in his heart.

"Sir, in the future...can I go to heaven?"

Gabriel took a deep look at Sherlock Voss and smiled a holy and beautiful smile.

"Maybe."

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(End of this chapter)