The Black Book: Seven Deadly Sins
Chapter 125 - 125: Suspicion

Zhu Haomiao's will detached from his body, followed the path, and despite the barriers of time and space, descended into the most "loyal" believer's body.

On the other side, in a brightly lit, luxurious and elegant banquet hall, Wilson suddenly opened his eyes, slightly raised his gaze, and looked at the beautiful girl in front of him with a half-smile.

No wonder...

Wilson would be so afraid as to pray for my blessing...

Gazing momentarily at the pure gold eyes emitting a faint Holy Light, "Wilson" smiled slightly, calmly shifted his gaze, and looked at the handsome white man with a pipe nearby.

"Mr. Sherlock, I didn't quite understand your question."

Meeting those deep and dark eyes, Sherlock Worth inexplicably trembled with the hand holding the pipe, subconsciously lowering his gaze, not daring to meet them directly.

The beautiful girl beside him squinted her eyes even more, staring curiously at Wilson's face.

She could feel that at that moment, there was some kind of dramatic change in this native that even she couldn't detect.

Clearly nervous to the point of being unable to speak, afraid to meet her gaze, only able to close his eyes and tremble, suddenly he seemed like a different person!

Not only did he calmly meet her gaze, that look was peaceful and deep, as if she were just an ordinary girl.

At this moment, Sherlock Worth finally regained his composure, raised his gaze again, and stared at those dark and sinister pupils, calmly and coldly asking.

"Mr. Wilson, I was asking if you have any leads on Mr. Liran Campbell. Before he disappeared, it seems there was a fierce conflict between you and his business association."

Upon hearing this, Wilson smiled slightly.

"Are you accusing me of being involved in Liran Campbell's disappearance?"

"No... I'm not..."

Wilson waved his hand, interrupting Sherlock Worth's explanation, and said leisurely but firmly.

"Indeed, my business does overlap with Campbell's in some areas, and there has been some friction and unpleasantness, but it's all part of normal business competition and would not affect our friendship."

Sherlock Worth: "......"

Your so-called normal business competition means blowing up your opponent's factory?

Unable to adapt to the blunt competition of 19th-century capitalists, Sherlock Worth painfully rubbed his temples.

"Moreover, I even invited him to the gatherings I organized before; we are actually quite close friends."

"But after that gathering, it seemed his mental state suffered a severe shock, and he became extremely frantic."

Wilson shook his head calmly, sincerely looking at Sherlock Worth.

"I wouldn't know about that, maybe he ran into some business problems..."

Hesitating for a moment, Sherlock Worth sighed regretfully, extended his hand.

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

Shaking the other's firm and slender hand lightly, Wilson smiled warmly.

"It's what I should do, Detective Sherlock."

Having said this, Wilson meaningfully glanced at the serene and sacredly beautiful girl standing quietly beside Sherlock Worth.

If not for knowing her identity, most people would think that this youthful girl was a follower of the mature Sherlock Worth.

Yet "Wilson" recognized at a glance the being he had encountered once...

Archangel Gabriel!

Watching the pair disappear slowly, swallowed by the crowd at the banquet, Wilson squinted his eyes, a barely noticeable hint of darkness glimmering in his pupils.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the banquet, Sherlock Worth's lips moved silently, conveying words directly between the two.

"Mr. Gabriel, did he lie?"

"I don't know."

"Hmm??!!! You don't know?!!"

No one could lie under an Archangel's scrutiny unless...

Sherlock Worth shivered all over, goosebumps rising, a wave of fear surging in his heart suddenly.

As if sensing his thoughts, Gabriel glanced at him calmly.

"It's not what you think. I just can't see clearly. It seems that guy has a second layer personality. For such a peculiar soul, simple lie detection is not very meaningful."

"And a more advanced mind reading, with my current strength, I cannot easily perform..."

Hearing this, Sherlock Worth breathed a sigh of relief, then frowned again.

"Does that mean investigating through conventional means?"

"Yes, following the principle of who benefits most, they are the most suspicious. We should investigate all those involved in the division, the cultist should be among them..."

"Uh... Mr. Gabriel, are you sure Liran Campbell was sacrificed by cultists?"

Sherlock Worth filled with doubt.

The commercial war of the 19th century was too "plain," it wasn't covert assassination but overt killing!

Today, you bring a group of gunmen to attack me!

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

The day after tomorrow, we both use machine guns to shoot down rioting workers!

And then blow the state tax officials to the sky!

These capitalists are too wild, like a pack of hyenas, vultures, sharks!

As soon as they smell a hint of blood, they pounce all together and divide the prey!

As long as there is 300% profit, they dare to trample all earthly laws!

No so-called reverence or rules!

Marx's Capital is still too conservative...

More than just filthy blood flows in their pores; there is madness and the unspeakable...

In Sherlock Worth's eyes, Liran Campbell's disappearance is simply the result of capitalists' internal "plain" commercial war.

In the dark jungle, when a beast bleeds, the surrounding bloodthirsty creatures swarm over and share it, it's just their instinctive reaction, too common!

Not to mention, Liran Campbell's wealth was divided by the Qing Court and several major imperial powers' dozens of native forces, Wilson was just one insignificant among them, is it possible they were all involved in cult activities?

Knowing Sherlock Worth's doubts, Gabriel merely shook his head calmly, and with an ethereal voice like a chant, he said softly.

"I heard his prayer before he died."

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

"I cannot lead him to Heaven..."

"He is guilty!"

Listening to the melodious murmurs like silver bells, Sherlock Worth felt as if struck by electricity, goosebumps rose high all over, looking at the girl's eyes became more respectful, devout, fanatical...

The plain words spoke of her supreme authority, she judged all of the world's sins!

Archangel Gabriel!

She would sound the trumpet for the Doomsday Judgment!

Even if Sherlock Worth was not a fanatic, he couldn't help but kneel on one knee, looking up at the pure girl, asking the words his heart most desired.

"My Lord, in the future... can I go to Heaven?"

Gabriel gave Sherlock Worth a deep look, revealing a holy and beautiful smile.

"Perhaps."

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