"What do you want to tell me about your wife?" asked Sherlock.

"Yes."He Deacon Bader did not even give the other party a chance to prepare and spoke directly, "Karin is35 years old this year, has a narrow social circle, a quiet personality, likes warm colored objects, almost every week she goes to see a painting exhibition, and as far as I know there are no enemies and there are no debt problems ...... "

He just said everything about his wife in a straight, undulating tone, without much of a pause in between, so it was clear that he had gone over these things many times in his mind.

"And do you know why she was near the alley that day?"

"No idea."

"And do you have any guesses about the word [YES]?".

"No."

"Then do you know what dress your wife was wearing that day?"

"I don't know, I don't really care about her clothes."

For the next few questions, Baldur calmly gave his answers, most of which were "I don't know", but it always gave Sherlock some insight into the deceased.

And so he began to think;

A brief silence also fell over the room.......

A few minutes later:

"Mr. Sherlock, perhaps I shouldn't interrupt your work, but....I'd like to hear your analysis of the case now."

Baldur broke the silence, his tone still emotionless, even sounding polite.

But Sherlock knew he was due for an explanation.

It was4:00 in the morning.

The days are always short in London, and before the next sunset he must find the killer......It wasn't just a clergyman's anger over the death of his wife that was at stake, it was the face of the Church.This was a murderer who had killed the clergyman's family, ah, this kind of person burdened with serious crimes could still survive under the glow of the holy light, then every second he lived was a blasphemy to the Holy See.

And himself as the only detective in charge of this case, but just sleep at home......Then how can you give some convincing argument right.?

"Well, actually......It's not as if the case hasn't progressed a tiny bit."Sherlock leaned forward slightly and said, "I've thought of a lot of possibilities as to why the killer would take the victim's clothes, but the biggest of them would be because ......that piece of clothing would reveal the killer's identity ......

And the word written on the entrails, I've been scratching my head, and it seems to me that the word [YES] is a word that only seems to be given unusual meaning when it comes to vows or in the middle of a wedding.

But due to the recordable nature of 'vows', there's certainly no way for the single wordYES to carry much meaning..

That's why I prefer the latter, which is 'wedding.'"

"A wedding?"

"Yes."Sherlock nodded, "The word [YES], as long as it appears in a wedding, then its meaning needs no notes."

As he said this, he made a gesture of holding the vows in his hand, pressed his voice, and murmured as if imitating an old priest:

"Beautiful bride, you are about to marry this man!

Will you love him forever in your future, through good times and bad, through riches and poverty, through health and sickness, through joy and sorrow?

Will you cherish him, honor him, trust him, care for him, and be faithful to him?

At that time, the bride will speak only one word."

......

Deacon Bardell fell silent, his eyes drooping slightly, as if pondering the correctness or otherwise of this conclusion.

It was a long time before he finally murmured in a low voice:

"Yes, this time....What she said was clearly [YES]."

This was the first time since he entered the house that he had produced an emotion change that was visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, there was a 'poof' sound!

That sound was too familiar to Sherlock, it was the crunching and rubbing of bone and muscle, he lowered his head and stared blankly at an arm that had already gone into his chest, blood flowing hard from the collapsed wound.

"Just with a corpse, you can think of all this....You are indeed an amazing detective.

I was just thinking about it.

You're better off dead......"

......

It was all too sudden!

Deacon Bardell's movements were also too fast, completely beyond the ability of a mortal to capture visually.

So as the blood poured from the gaping hole in his chest, Sherlock remained the same as he had been a moment before, and it was only when the second hand on the wall took a step back that he finally frowned from the pain.

The gaslight above him swayed slightly, illuminating everything in the room in a disorienting way.

Without much emotion, Bardell placed his other hand on Sherlock's shoulder before giving it a gentle push, and the torso fell backwards under gravity, the blood-spattered hand in his chest pulling out naturally.

It was then that the second hand on the wall finally took another step backwards.

Just two seconds......

A new life just slipped into the hands of this Deacon of the Judgment Division without a single struggle or resistance.

Contractors and Mortals.....This is a gap that is not so easy to bridge.

In fact, those ordinary contractors were fine, at least the gap between them and mortals wasn't that big, a barrage of bullets would greet them, and they would still die;

But the contractors who had evolved to the second level were a completely different concept.

They could easily slaughter hundreds of mortals if they took out just one of them, and if they tried to kill you, your life would instantly turn into a candle trembling in the sea breeze, with monstrous waves rushing toward you, and you wouldn't even be able to think of how to pray.

To add insult to injury, most of the indentured servants who reach the second stage are clerics under the Holy See.

This meant that their death was just that, a death, helpless and useless; just like Sherlock at this moment, with a bit of luck, there might be someone who would pursue his death and try to do him justice, but the moment the clues touched the Holy See, it all became extremely ridiculous.

Even if you take ten thousand steps back, even if there really was the slightest possibility of proving that he was really killed by a deacon of the Judicial Department, then what......The Judicial Department never involves murder, only judgment!.

Even this kind of incident, with the obvious suspicion of murder and annihilation, remains the same.

"Bang!" A muffled sound.

The body fell to the ground, the shattered open heart erupting into great globs of plasma that poured from the huge cavity in its chest;

Deacon Bader rubbed his hand on the scarlet badge on the front of his robe and turned away, without another look at the body, not to mention the panic or excitement that followed the killing, killing was a part of life for a ruling deacon.

Even now, he didn't bother to remember the name of this Mr. Detective......Just picked up one of the corpse's feet, as if dragging a tattered sack, and prepared to leave.

Later, the body would be sunk at the bottom of the Thames.

That way, everything will be dead.

In fact, he did not originally want to go to such lengths......Only that his wife died, even if that downtown detective can really correct himself as a murderer, so what, the Holy See will certainly not punish a Deacon of the Judicial Department just because of an ordinary woman.

Besides, that woman is still the property of that deacon.......

However, what was annoying was that this woman's father was also a cleric of the Holy See.

In a bloodline sense, this is an internal conflict within the Holy See......Absolutely inexcusable!

All right, anyway, this detective is dead now, everything is always over.

Deacon Bader dragged the body to the door and was about to leave.......

Just then, his hand was on the doorknob.

"Sure, it's the wedding vows."

The detective's voice came from his side again.......