The three treasures remained in the boxes.

As if it were a sign of failure ...

"Nothing ... happened," Scarlet muttered in a trembling voice.

"Why ... or there is no way to erase the curse !?!" Shouted Osborne in despair.

Travis couldn't speak, turned to look at Seamus' expressionless face. The boy's expression looked at the ground that had turned black as if he was looking at someone else's troubled story, nothing to do with himself.

"Heh ..." James smiled and stepping out with the final words, "Demons are just fantasies and human excuses."

Sherlock Holmes looked at the discouraged expressions of the three families and didn't know what to say. Honestly, he agrees with James, not convinced that the summoning ritual will really call the devil. As he turned his eyes on Moriarty, who walked away. His eyes stare towards the village. It's been a long time, but his partner hasn't returned.

"I... excuse myself to see Watson."

The detective mumbled, but he thought no one would listen. Since each person is immersed in their mind.

"James, where are you going?"

Sherlock Holmes asked as he caught up with his friend. But James Moriarty had not yet responded. Scarlet Rosevelt's scream drew their attention.

Holmes and Moriarty turn around. Near the giant chestnut tree, the figure of a mysterious taller more than two meters, dressed in a black veil. The long hem hides the entire body. Even the face is covered with a wooden mask. The person approached the three clans.

"Who are you!?!"

Travis shouted and pulled Seamus behind him. But the person under the mask doesn't care. Move forward unnaturally. The black-robed dragged through the pentagram they had just set on fire. That figure went straight to the three treasures.

"Hey! What are you going to do? Stay away from our stuff !!!"

The brutal Osborne rushed towards a mysterious figure. Before Sherlock Holmes could stop. The black-robed man waved his clothes and slapped Osborne's face. Osborne bounced back and hit the ground.

"Ugh..."

"Mr. Livingston!" Scarlet crouched down to support the man.

Osborne felt pain on his cheek, a red mark appeared. He furrowed his brows, feeling there was something unusual in his body. Before he could speak a word, his consciousness disappeared.

"Mr. Liv ..."

The feeling of numbness that she couldn't move her tongue overwhelmed Scarlet. The lady forcibly raised her head. She and the others saw a mysterious figure walking through a treasure chest. The person did not bow down or reach out, just walked by, all three treasures disappeared from the chest. The mysterious figure passed through the chestnut tree as if not feeling the gaze of everyone.

At that moment...

Click...

James Moriarty raised the trigger, pointing the gun at a mysterious figure.

"Dress like a clown, pretend to make it look like a devil ... it won't work."

Bang!!!

A bullet flew without hesitation, just like a person who pulled the trigger—the bullet pierced through a black robe. A long piece of cloth fell to the ground as if there were no one, or even three treasures were under it. The bullet only penetrates the fabric.

"Heh, it just jumped up a tree,"

Moriarty said, stepping to see it clearly, suddenly felt faint. He staggered sideways until he almost fell.

"James!"

Sherlock Holmes, who intended to reach out to his friend, raised his hand to cover his mouth suddenly felt nauseous. Besides, Scarlet, Seamus, and Travis are unconscious.

Sherlock Holmes was breathless, feeling dizzy, nauseous, and unable to stand. The ten fingertips torturedly pecked the earth as he realized he had been poisoned. Holmes felt his friend could not stand, collapsed to the ground. When the eyelids are heavy, crying to let go to the dark, Sherlock Holmes reminds one person.

"... Watson ..."