When Sherlock Holmes stood in front of the cabin door with a grief and let the strong wind blow the skin on his face hurt, Salomon had already left Baker Street. His tarot card divination and solving cases made Sherlock, who had been stubborn, have to admit the power of magic. With the clues provided by the tarot card and the powerful search ability on the Internet, even if it is not mentioned in the file, only people around him can know

The privacy was completely cleared by Salomon through the tarot card. The context of money and power transactions was as clear as a dazzling ink spot on white paper. The originally weird case of the Resurrection of the Death was as plain as a boring paper under the secret mage. If MI5 and MI6 could not catch people with this intelligence, it could only prove that from World War II to the Cold War, from the Cold War to the present, the British intelligence system is still as "a huge talent emerged" as ever.

Tarot divination replaced Sherlock Holmes's reasoning, which made the detective very dissatisfied. He still refused to include the unstable factor of magic into his reasoning system. The secret mage did not mind this, because Sherlock Holmes had already made an appointment to visit, and at that time he would gradually broaden his horizons and deeply realize how difficult it is for human race to survive now. His sense of social responsibility and curiosity would push him forward until he fell into the chess game played by Salomonbu. This was a dignified plot, not a conspiracy to recruit Stephen Strange, and even if Sherlock Holmes realized this, he could not escape it.

He won, so Sherlock Holmes couldn't carry an umbrella bag while he was skydiving.

Watson tried every means to dissuade people from cohabiting not to do such stupid things, but Sherlock Holmes, who had seen Salomon's methods, knew that Tarot divination was just a demonstration and display of ability, and that portal was the real trump card. He also believed that Salomon did not lie when he met the previous time. Since he dared to put forward such conditions, it proved that the secret wizard did not dare to let him die, and he was willing to block it. "Do I look unhappy, Watson?" He shouted loudly, "I am very happy that there are many unsolved mysteries in this world... and you. I am very happy to be friends with you!"

"You don't have to say the last words, Holmes!" Watson held the cohabitants' coat firmly. He really didn't understand how the plane took off and how they boarded the plane through the procedures. However, these were not questions that the military doctor needed to think about. He just clasped his palms tightly and used all his strength. "Don't be stupid! That person must be teasing you!"

"Wait for a meeting!"

Before the military doctor could even react, Sherlock Holmes gently unbuttoned his almost spastic palm. John Watson screamed like crazy and searched for the umbrella bag on the plane, then jumped down on the umbrella bag on his back, and even failed to wear goggles and altimeter. It was not until he began to grop the switch that he gradually recalled the military training he had received. He watched Sherlock Holmes' figure pulling down and falling to the ground with gravity, but he could not reach it. The military doctor shouted desperately in the air, but did not find that he was just taking a step.

He walked closer to the limit to open the umbrella. With his vision and his past experience in parachuting, he opened the umbrella bag. After he finally landed, he immediately dragged his painful and weak legs to the place where the cohabiting people fell. He dragged his legs and moved over while praying angrily, wanting to rush over to see the situation, but his heart was filled with fear. John Watson mustered up the courage to walk over with cold sweat on his head, but the expected scene of Sherlock Holmes turning into flesh mud did not appear. His cohabiting people were slumped on the grass and laughing weakly, even his voice hoarse.

The emotion of gratitude flies in a flash, and the uncontrollable anger comes with it.

"You're crazy!" Watson pointed to his head angrily. Because of this thrilling skydiving, his heartbeat even reached its limit. He felt his head dizzy, his hands and feet were cold, his nose was numb, and his tears glands were as heavy as they were poured into molten lead and quickly cooled. He couldn't even recall how he came here a minute ago. "I should have known! I should have known long ago that you don't take your life seriously! You're fucking crazy!" The military doctor shouted, "I won't care about you anymore, Sherlock Holmes! I shouldn't care about you!"

"I'm fine, I float down like a feather." Sherlock Holmes closed his eyes, spread his limbs, and smiled. "I never do things that I'm sure I don't want me to die. But thank you for your concern."

"No! I don't care about you!" Watson seemed to suddenly be discouraged. He waved his hand, "That's it, I'm tired. I'll ask Mary to pick me up, you go back by yourself, remember to tell Mrs. Hudson that I won't have supper there today."

"Say hello to me for Mary."

"Don't even think about it!"

"Miss Mostan, this is a gift from the Immortal City." Salomon, dressed in a black mourning suit, knocked on the door of the apartment. Facing the stranger who called her name, Mary Mostan's first reaction was to pretend to be stupid until she saw the document wrapped in a kraft file bag. "I know it is very rude to visit without permission, but if you use mail, I am worried that you think someone wants to threaten you." He said, "I can assure you that from now on, no one will know your identity, whether it is SHIELD or Hydra, and no one will know you once, MI6, MI5 and CIA. Because this is the last piece of information about your past, all traces of you on the Internet have been erased, and even all the information of the former owner of the name you used to pretend has been erased. You can bring this secret to the grave, and no one will threaten you with this secret."

"Who are you?" Mary Morstein was very calm. Her qualities as a top agent were fully demonstrated at this moment. She took a step back a little and covered her hand with the door panel with the gun. Salomon knew that the muzzle of the pistol was aiming at his body through the door panel, but at this moment he had already cast a protective spell. He was not worried about the bullets within the duration of the spell. However, he still eliminated the spell that could reflect bullets, leaving only three layers of protective magic that could eliminate kinetic energy, soften metal and protective force field, so as not to fire Mary Morstein, and then the bullet reflected back under the action of magic.

"It can be considered a friend of Dr. Watson and Sherlock Holmes." The Secret Mage shrugged, "That's why I guarantee your safety."

"You didn't answer my question."

"I can't obey you, ma'am," replied Salomon. "I definitely don't want to mention to John Watson that I've been here. Now the cameras that can be seen here are temporarily powered off. Whether it's a cell phone or a bank surveillance probe, no one will find that we have ever talked to you. Oh, by the way, if McCoff Holmes comes to you... believe me, all his threats are false, and there is no evidence to show your past. By the way, you can tell him my name, Salomon Damonett."

"Who is McCoff Sherlock?"
Chapter completed!