"Sha...Lock?"

Helen looked at the man's back in a daze and murmured.

Without responding to Helen, he used magic to support a magic shield. A golden light shrouded the three, and a golden star-moon magic circle flashed on it, showing that this was a magic belonging to the Kuro lineage.

Magic arrays are advanced applications of reaction techniques, and behind each magic array is the wisdom of a mage.

The magic light shield just now was an ancient magic series, and the pattern of the array pattern would be a little more.

Sherlock ignored the monster that kept hitting the light shield, squatted down and said softly.

"It's okay, I'm here, can you let me see?"

Helen came to her senses, looked down at Martin, who was covered in blood in her arms, and let go of her hand holding Martin tightly.

Sherlock's eyes were shining with magical brilliance, and he stretched out his palm...

"How is he?"

Helen said in a panic.

"The injury is very serious, but it's okay." Sherlock murmured softly, "Just a "quick healing" spell..."

As he said that, the golden spots of light shone in his hands. Under Helen's slightly widened eyes, the blood on Martin's body gradually disappeared, and the hideous wounds scratched by the rubble were healing quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Of course, the invisible injuries inside are also recovering quickly...

This is even more magical than blocking the monster's attack with a light shield just now, just like a time backtrack.

"Sherlock...you..."

Helen looked at Sherlock blankly. She had imagined many of Sherlock's true identities, the son of a wealthy man, or a scientist at the Secret Research Institute.

But...she never thought that Sherlock was...

The magician...

"I'll explain to you later."

Sherlock stood up, stared at the monster, raised his right hand, and five rings of various shapes flashed with magical light on his hands.

That was the magic prop he made, each of which represented a fixed magic, some similar to the Kuro card, which was created by Kuro.

Click, click, click!

The dense sound of unknown metal bites sounded, like a dragon's backbone, and the sharp and smooth joints began to form and bite.

The silver dragon swallows and spits, the dragon's teeth are hideous, the carved patterns are jade-carved, like a sword, not a sword, like a work of art that is ingenious.

It was the "magic wand" made by Sherlock himself. The flames gradually burned and lengthened on the silver dragon, turning into a fire whip. At the same time, the light shield shattered in response.

Sherlock raised his hand and was about to sweep towards the monster. The fire whip wrapped around the karma fire of Honglian was absolutely harmful to the soul. Even if the monster in front of him was hit, it would be divided into two.

But at this moment, a black shadow teleported directly from a distance and came to Sherlock...

Zheng───

With the sound of metal sword blades intercepting, a human wearing a black windbreaker and a bone mask stood in front of Sherlock. Her golden half-length hair dissipated with the wind, and she blocked Sherlock's attack with the cross sword on her hand.

enemy?

"Wretch and avenge the dead!"

This doubt just flashed through Sherlock's mind, and with a loud shout, another black figure followed closely.

He was holding a sickle of the god of death in his hand, and a metal skull slightly smaller than a normal human bone extended from the back of the head.

The human skull is a skeleton that shrinks the upper body of the human body, with a sternum, ribs and spine. The spine is downwards with a sickle shank, which is slightly twisted and exudes a cold air...

The man in black windbreaker raised the sickle in his hand high, and like the god of death that reaped his soul, he directly divided the void into two...

Then... the virtual end turned into a golden light spot and dissipated...

The sickle and death fell smoothly, and the black robe seemed to be perfectly integrated into the darkness. The white bone mask was extremely similar to the monster's mask, but the feeling it brought to people was different...

"Who are you?"

Sherlock looked at the two of them vigilantly.

But the two of them didn't say a word.

As the god of death, we must abide by the boundary between life and death. The living has a world of living, and the dead also has a boundary between dead. This is the rule of the underworld and cannot be overcome.

However, the existence in front of you is quite special and can see death, so after a moment of silence, Charles had to speak.

"This is not your business. Don't ask more questions or think too much. Just go back."

As he said that, he seemed to have noticed something, turned his head and looked in a certain direction, and disappeared from the spot in an instant.

The death god who held the sickle and brought some pressure to Sherlock was always standing there.

Sherlock turned his head in line with his gaze and found that he was always staring at Helen's brothers.

Helen also noticed this gaze and turned her head, but she had no spiritual power on her body and could not see the god of death.

So she couldn't see the person's existence, but even so, she accurately found the place where she looked. The two of them seemed to meet at this moment...

But a few seconds later, he shifted his gaze and then deliberately lowered his voice.

"Thanks……"

I don't know if it was said to Sherlock or to whom...

But after saying that, he disappeared from the spot...

"Just, was there anyone there?"

Helen looked up at Sherlock and asked.

Sherlock lowered his head, and Helen noticed that his right eye was flashing with a red light, which was the brilliance of magic...

Just now, he used magic to see through the hidden faces of the two men's masks, and at the same time, he also saw through the essence of the two men's existence...

Sherlock nodded, "But now we leave."

Helen nodded and found that Martin in her arms had quietly woken up. She slowly opened her eyes. Helen showed joy and said.

"How are you? Martin!"

"I'm fine..." Martin covered his phantom-pained head, "Thank you, teacher."

"Teacher?" Helen frowned and looked at Sherlock with some confusion.

Sherlock smiled awkwardly, "I will explain it to you in the future."

"Roar!!!"

The roar from afar interrupted the conversation between the two. Listening to the roar, Martin reacted first and shouted excitedly.

"It's my mother's side!"

Sherlock's face slightly condensed, and his shape changed instantly activated and disappeared from the spot.

Martin also broke free from Helen's arms and ran excitedly to the place where his mother was...

...

Martin's doorstep...

Jennifer hugged Betty, who was crying and comforting her softly.

"She would never commit suicide!"

Jennifer was stunned, feeling a little unresponsive, "What?"

"She will never commit suicide!"

Betty raised her head and said with red eyes, "She clearly promised me to wait for my father to come back together, and the whole family went to the playground to play together, she promised me!"

Jennifer's complex expression, "Betty..."

"I heard..." Betty murmured in a silence, "I really heard..."

...

...

More than an hour ago, Betty's mother's bedroom.

"Do you... really want to find your husband?"

Betty's mother whispered to the statue of the god covered with a layer of black cloth as usual.

A familiar voice suddenly came from his ears.

She suddenly shuddered and raised her head excitedly.

"You finally showed up! Tell me quickly and tell me how to get him back to me! I can pay everything!"

"Really? Everything is OK?"

"That's right!"

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To be continued...