[Comprehensive British and American] I shouldn't create the world blindly

Gabriel and Chuck landed in front of the Baker Street chandelier, the symbols scratched off.Gabriel urged Chuck to knock on the door, and the people next to him had no choice but to walk past.There was a light knock on the door, and it took a long time before someone came out of the house and opened the door.

The person who opened the door was an older landlady.The landlady paused a little while standing inside the door, looking at the two visitors from other places.

Chuck greeted him very politely, and Gabriel behind him was paralyzed.

"We are here to see Mr. Sherlock Holmes. I hope he can handle some cases for us." Chuck said to the landlady. "If he is here, can I let my friend and I go in and talk about the situation?"

"Certainly," replied the landlady, "but Mr. Sherlock has gone out earlier. Dr. Watson is here, and you may go to him first to explain the case."

After the landlady finished speaking, she took Chuck to the attic path on the second floor.In the middle, I looked back and wondered why Chuck's friend didn't go up?Chuck wanted to ask, too, but then he remembered that Gabriel couldn't get close to the house because of the angelic talisman.

So Chuck said nothing to the landlady, and followed her up first.

……

The room was supposed to be cozy and cozy.There is a violin on the small desk next to the window, and there is also a vanity mirror on the desk. Unfortunately, the vanity mirror is full of dust, and generally no one uses it.At the same time, the small room was too messy and depressing.Chuck noticed the dry spray paint on the wall, on the wallpaper.This doesn't look good on scratching as it will crack the wallpaper.

Chuck waited a while in the living room of the house before Dr. Watson emerged from the bedroom.Dr. Watson, wearing a white sweater, sat down on the opposite side of the sofa.Dr. Watson poured Chuck a cup of tea and invited the guest to sit down.

"Did Mr. Sherlock spray the spell on it?" Chuck said, pointing to the spray paint on it. "The symbol looks weird."

"Yes, Mr. Sherlock found this symbol outside the door one day. It's ugly, isn't it?" Watson looked up and said, "Sherlock just said that this symbol is very beautiful, and he wants to spray it on his rented car." In the house. Some time ago, a guest said that this symbol can play a protective role, who knows?"

"Is the one on the outside left by the British recorder?" Chuck asked.

Dr. Watson explained that he didn't know any recorders, but a year ago, a salesman wanted to spray some life-saving charms outside Sherlock's gate, and was kicked out by the landlord, Mrs. Hudson, but the salesman The only thing is to draw a spell outside the gate.

The charms could not be washed off with water, and Mrs. Hudson got used to it.Mr. Sherlock liked it anyway.

"But those are insignificant things. Tell me about what happened to you." Watson said with a smile.

Chuck is also working for Gabriel, and obviously those dead demons cannot be the target of pursuit.Surely there are more demons out there doing unknown things.After thinking for a while, he took out a small bottle from his pocket.This bottle contains something in the form of a pale yellow powder.

Dr. Watson opened the bottle, and there was a special smell inside that made him take the bottle away.

The smell is very unpleasant, a bit like... the smell of sulfur?

"The raw material of the insecticide? The killer is a bug?" Dr. Watson took the thing off and buttoned it after smelling it.

"It can be said that, but the murderer is not a bug... My friend has been troubled by this thing for a long time, and I hope Mr. Detective can solve it."

Chuck actually wanted to tell Dr. Watson that sulfur represented the devil and hell.But thinking that even if he said this, no one would believe it, he had to ask Dr. Watson to hand over the things to Sherlock, hoping that he would have different opinions.Watson took the things, and Chuck told him that if he could find other clues, he would come to Mr. Sherlock again.

Chuck pushed open the door and headed out into the attic.There was a noisy crowd outside Baker Street, but Chuck couldn't see Gabriel when he looked up.There was a neatly folded note on top of the chandelier, but it wasn't there.Chuck took out the note from the chandelier, and it was written in the language of angels.

Probably not something reserved for Holmes.

[Meet me at the motel, you know where I am. ]

The first reaction was that Gabriel was in trouble again?

So in the night, Chuck walked to a place with light not far away.The lights instructed Chuck to go all the way, guessing that Gabriel would not settle down so quickly, so Chuck went to the street to buy reserve ingredients.

There was a small hotel across the road, and Chuck walked in after hesitation.There was a half-closed door at the far corner of the second floor of the hotel, and Chuck walked over to the room over there. The room was empty and not empty.On the table was an Angel Knife with an unfinished trap spell on it.

Was it Gabriel who came before?

Chuck used to wait until he came, and then he would close the door and lie down on the bed to rest.

……

The Prophet has always felt something bad about heaven recently, even if it is more of the top secret of the angels.In the process of sleeping soundly, a hasty figure suddenly popped up in my mind to make Chuck move.There was a man lying on the ground, his black wings were deeply imprinted on the ground when he died.The dead person was not so peaceful, and the expression on his face was a bit painful.

His chest was covered with blood, and the stab wound was very deep.

It wasn't until later that Chuck saw signs in the vision that it wasn't a person... an angel.

"Damn it, Gabriel..." Chuck struggled to wake up from the vision.

Chuck was still in the motel when he woke up.There is no real war and blood in the hotel.A bright world unfolds before Chuck's eyes. Although the illusion can really come true in most cases, Chuck still hopes that this time it is just a dream.Because the person who died in the vision was Gabriel.

The more he suddenly thought about what happened, the more confused Chuck became.

"You said I prayed to you and you would show up." Chuck said while playing with coins on the table, "Maybe I can try to pray...?"

Weird when praying because Gabriel is an Archangel?Chuck didn't even want to look for him as a last resort.Death cannot be avoided, it is about the life and death of the Archangel.Hopefully Gabriel will be interested in knowing what his own future holds.

"Gabriel, I hope you're still alive after hearing my prayer." Chuck waved his hands.

……

Gabriel didn't come after a long time, Chuck had no choice but to pour the wine on the table into the glass.While Chuck was drinking, a figure appeared in front of Chuck.The man looked at Chuck seriously, waiting for him to finish his drink and look up.

"Sorry, I thought you wouldn't even show up." Chuck raised his hand and said.

Gabriel really didn't intend to show up, but then he felt something was wrong.The archangel who was still busy tracking down the clues of the devil and Michael had to go back to the motel to meet Chuck.

"What's wrong? Are you cursing me to death?" Gabriel said, "The angels are sometimes very busy."

Chuck stood beside Gabriel and put his hand on his shoulder.The phantom was so strange that Chuck, who was standing beside Gabriel, didn't know how to mention the whole process of the phantom.

"Listen, this thing is very strange." Chuck said, fiddling with his hands. "I can see visions again, very real visions."

……

"And then?" Gabriel asked.

"You're dead, Gabriel," Chuck said seriously.

Everyone dies, and so do angels.

p.05

The atmosphere in the room was depressed for a while.Thinking that Gabriel didn't care, Chuck had no choice but to not mention it.Although Gabriel also hoped to get more news about his death from the Prophet, he could roughly guess that it had something to do with Michael, so think about it or forget it.

"Do you think the angels did it?" Chuck said gently to Gabriel, "Those things seem to be the only ones who can kill you right now."

"Really?" Gabriel said, tilting his head, "Why do you think there are angels in heaven who can kill me?"

……

Thinking about it this way is also true, maybe Chuck thinks too much?

Immediately afterwards Gabriel lay down on the scrambled bed, on Chuck's turf.There is obviously a place next to it!

"Would you mind staying out of my bed?" Chuck held out his hand.

Gabriel didn't want to go, he looked a little tired, and he didn't want to open his eyes very much after he lay in bed.Chuck had to shift to the other side, a foot behind Chuck's knee in front of him hooking him back to the edge of the bed.Chuck, suddenly unbalanced, fell onto the bed.

Gabriel got up a little bit, pretending to be unconscious, and put a hand on Chuck's waist, making Chuck's body cool.Feeling a strange hand resting on his waist, Chuck immediately pushed the hand off his waist.At the same time Gabriel reached up and hugged Chuck again.

"Chuck, don't you have to do this?"

Why do you think that the person who should say this is not Gabriel?

"I'm going to die anyway, it won't matter if you ask me to let it go!" Gabriel said.

Chuck struggled but had to give up in the end, naively thinking that Gabriel would be honest later, but Chuck found out that was not the case.He clearly felt some jolts on the other side of the bed, and his last movement was to put his left elbow on Chuck's shoulder, and then his hand dropped under Chuck's pillow.

Gabriel slowly got down on his stomach and fell in front of Chuck.Chuck was so scared that he hid under the bed before he could stop Gabriel.

"Gabriel, I'm not gay!" Chuck said excitedly, "If you want to talk about that vision, let's talk about it."

To be honest, Gabriel's movement made a fuss