Fantasy-scape

Brainiac went missing after Professor Bacon went missing.

Things started to become weird, but Sherlock was composed. He knew the truth.

The burnt down shop was cordoned off with warning tape. Occasionally, there were local residents who passed by and glanced at the shop. The gamers were no longer interested as they had searched thoroughly without finding anything.

"Lord Sherlock, do you think Brainiac is still here?" Bru said with surprise.

"I can guarantee that your loyal servants thoroughly checked the place. There are no traces of Brainiac. Even if he died in the fire, wouldn't there be ashes?"

"Normal fire is unable to kill Brainiac. An investigation has to be conducted to find out if he's still here."

Sherlock said, and he scratched the parrot, Phoenix, on his shoulder.

Phoenix was taken aback. Then he flapped his wings and circled one time before landing among the ruins. He started searching using his claws.