Demon Sage

"Sheriff, we will take over the case here. There are special characters among the deceased, and we will carry out follow-up investigations!"

Yaco stood at the gate of the factory and showed the sheriff's ID card to the sheriff.

"No problem, this matter should really be handled by you."

The police department has always cooperated with the adjudicator's department. Most of the police chiefs are followers of the Justice Church, even if it is just verbal remarks.

At least this symbolizes the harmony of the relationship between the two parties.

Some people are willing to help deal with those special and difficult cases and help the police station share the pressure. The most important thing is that they don't take credit, and all the credit goes to the police station.

Such a good thing, whoever loses his temper for this is a fool.

"Where are my team members?"

Speaking of this, Yaco had another headache. He shouldn't have promised Royce to give him an emblem in the first place.

Yes, although Sherlock is not a judge, he actually has a judge's emblem in his hand.

When I got it in front of the sheriff, they recognized it.

Because of this, he was having dinner when he suddenly received a call from the church saying that something had happened to one of his members...

"Hey, Big Brother Yake!"

The two met on a bench outside the factory. Sherlock had just finished bandaging. The injury he suffered before was not particularly serious, but the penetrating injury to his right arm needed special attention.

"Injured? Who did it!"

Although he thought about reprimanding on the road, Yaco couldn't hold back when he saw Sherlock sitting in a chair in a daze.

"The alien, a guy who can breathe, doesn't know what his talent is..."

"What, you're fighting a heretic? Shatiya Swift! Just tell me if you want me to die, and shoot me now, or when your sister comes back and sees you like this, I'll be tortured by her. Die, no way...Where is the heretic who made you like this? I'm going to take him back and break his legs, maybe he can help me share some of the burden."

"It's not that I said that you are not allowed to call me this name. My name is Sherlock Swift now! The stranger is dead and lying there. How is it? It's amazing, isn't it?"

Shatiya Swift, another name for Sherlock.

real name.

"You killed it?"

Yaco sat down next to Sherlock and asked softly.

"That's right!"

"Impossible, I know your ability, and with that gun, there may be a chance of winning 1v1. I'm not blind, and there is only one body in the factory? In the end, it was only the clothes that were slashed twice. The right arm was drilled, are you a hidden monster, can you turn into a wolf or a lizard?"

Could it be that he, a captain of the Inquisitor with 5 years of work experience, can still see wrong?

"How do you know that I can't change..."

"Shut up, if you can change, Royce will be the first to kill you, and I will settle the matter in the factory for you. According to what you said, Mr. Griffin is a nobleman, and the dead are those who want to murder him. You are a heretic, according to the rules, your counterattack is legal... let your friends behave, if you do something wrong, there will be no preferential treatment, and there is another thing I have to warn you, stay away from the case of the girl's disappearance , that's not something you can touch!"

The infidels attacked ordinary people and were killed. According to the law, those who killed the infidels would not have any responsibility. Yaco also knew in his heart that someone must have helped Sherlock. All these are easy to say.

The other party saved his friend's life, so he didn't bother looking for someone specially.

What Yako had just heard from Joseph Griffin at the factory gate was what he was most worried about.

"What did the aliens do?"

"More than one, it's a group of bed bugs that have been hiding in the ground for an unknown amount of time. In order to ensure the stability of Preston City, the members who have been transferred recently are rushing back. By the way, Royce is already... already on his way. I'll be there in a few days, hey, with her here, I'll see how you can make trouble."

Xu was worried that Sherlock would break in, but Yaco chose to reveal some of the information.

Thinking that the person who could control the guy next to him finally returned, Yako breathed a sigh of relief, and then began to worry about how he would face that guy next.

"Don't worry, I'm not someone who doesn't know the good and the bad, today was just an accident... It was an accident. The commission I received was originally a photo shoot. Who knew that someone robbed Mr. Griffin halfway and caught this To throw it in the meat grinder, you can't watch him die."

"Next time you encounter this situation, you honestly call the police or call me, it's too late, even if you watch the other party die, don't rush out rashly, think for yourself, if no one helps today, Who is lying on the factory floor now?"

Facing evil and daring to resist is certainly commendable courage, but if the resistance fails, the consequences are not so easy to bear.

"Will you save me?"

Sherlock asked rhetorically.

"Am I the same as you? As a judge, a terrifying beast has fallen from Preston City now~www.wuxiahere.com~ I have to rush to the front line, but you are different...professional Let professional people do the work, otherwise what do we have to do?"

The city of Preston is the parish of the Church of Justice, they are the judges, and they are guarded here.

"Sooner or later, I will also become a judge."

Sherlock stared at the street lamp beside him, and the lights were on.

"Then live well until that day comes, go back, I'll take care of things here later, and let someone send you the wound medicine. The effect is very good. Experience it for yourself."

Rolling up his sleeves, his entire right arm was wrapped in bandages. When he pulled up his clothes, he seemed to have rubbed his teeth somewhere, and grinned.

Covered by a loose coat or a long-sleeved shirt before, Yako didn't have any expression on his face. Now, it seems that it's not good.

"Can someone hurt you to such an extent?"

Sherlock wasn't very clear about the strength of the big man in front of him, but he knew that in Preston City, Yaco's name was more effective than the law in some places.

"Why not? The injury he suffered two months ago was still in a state of useless strength. Have you ever seen a vortex of flames that can melt steel? I was in the center at the time."

The orange-red flames soaring into the sky are still common in Yako's dreams. He put down his clothes to cover the scars, and continued:

"Now you know why Royce is out and I'm in Preston, dealing with a guy like the Ratcatcher? I know you want to be an apostle, and I have to admit that you do have a talent for that, but I have to Mind you, the world is far scarier than you think..."

On the way home, Sherlock recalled Yaco's last look in his mind.

Pushing open the door of the office, someone was waiting for him.