The fire in the fireplace crackled, and Sherlock, who simply covered himself with a thick woolen coat, slowly opened his eyes.
His almost amber brown pupils slowly focused and became sharper.
With a deep and forceful inhale of breath, Sherlock sat up from the rocking chair with a loud creak.
He stood up and used the chemical equipment on the table to boil himself a glass of water with trembling hands. The fever only reached 30 or 40 degrees Celsius, and the coldness of the winter morning had just gone away, so he added three tablespoons of honey to it.
After drinking it all in one gulp, he closed his eyes silently and stood there with his back straight.
He seemed to be savoring the taste of the honey water, and he seemed to be recovering his strength quickly.
After a while, he slowly opened his eyes. The always calm Sherlock Hermes finally returned completely.
"Why am I ranked third?"
He murmured in a low voice, "Besides the bone sculpture, who else has higher points than me? Fox, or Coco?" ”
After thinking for a while, let’s keep this doubt in mind.
He immediately began to think about another thing
"In that scene just now, who did that pale and skinny hand belong to and who was the fat man?
" The illusions that will be displayed during settlement must be important scenes related to the mission. And it's arranged in the order in which things happened. The fox's suicide determined our victory, and that happened afterwards
"Is that fat man the murderer? So, who does that white hand belong to?"
Possible person There are only two.
Either a bone carving or cocoa. It's possible that both of them didn't have their faces in the picture.
But considering that "Fox" has two scenes, it means that his points may be higher than Sherlock. Then if you include Coco, the position will not be enough.
That is to say, the person who gets the most points in the "Kill the Murderer" task is most likely a bone sculpture.
What a dangerous person.
His other path, which is capable of leapfrogging and killing second-level demonologists at the first level, may be very high-level.
"Lars Graham"
Sherlock murmured quietly and found a file from the cabinet behind him.
The lighting in his house is average, the space is narrow, and the ventilation is not good. The air reverberated with the smell of chemical reagents mixed with dust. Ritual materials, books and various files were scattered on the bookshelves and tables.
Although it looks chaotic, he actually knows where different things are placed. At least he could always find it easily himself.
He pulled out the file, walked to the window, and squinted his eyes carefully.
"I was born on February 29, 1824. I am 74 years old."
Iris, born in Seagoville Jr.town. His father was a baker and his mother was a seamstress.
“When I was 14 years old, I started learning sculpture from Master Albert Adelaide, and when I was 18 years old, I entered the path of beauty. At the age of 23, Master AA passed away and was recommended to study at the University of La Cité. 28 When he was young, he was hired as a tutor by Xidai University.
“At the age of 34, he held his first sculpture exhibition. At the age of 38, he began to be called a master. At the age of 46, he became the deputy dean of the School of Art of Xidai University.”
Sherlock murmured in a low voice and quickly checked the information at hand.
Then his eyes focused on the middle of the third page.
“In 1893, he was invited to Avalon to carve a statue of Queen Sophia. This work was completed in February 1896.
"In 1895, he became a distinguished professor of art at the Theological School of Wangli Law University, teaching general aesthetics. He resigned from this job in June 1898."
Five years ago he resigned from Iris travels to Avalon to carve an icon for the Queen who has a premonition of her impending death. This is his last job.
Three years ago, before the icon was completed, he began teaching aesthetics classes at the seminary. And only taught for three years.
Although the scene only flashed by.
But Sherlock could see clearly that the white girl ghost was wearing the uniform of the seminary.
"Interesting."
Although there is still a missing person's examination, it is now almost complete.
This person is very troublesome to deal with. As an international public figure or a foreigner, definite evidence is needed to convict someone. And I'm afraid the only punishment is expulsion.
But if it can be verified that he has taken the twilight path, perhaps it will be much easier to deal with.
"The bone sculpture is not moving for the time being, fox"
Sherlock murmured "Who are you" in a low voice
Report to Her Majesty the Queen Don’t rush to write.
He wanted to verify the information given by the fox first, and then judge the fox's position based on the results.
So Sherlock thought for a while and sat down at the table to write and draw. It was a map of Lloyd's District, and he was calculating the location of the abandoned chemical plant.
Then, Sherlock suddenly picked up the phone on the table and turned the heavy dial on the phone with one hand.
The phone only rang twice and was picked up immediately.
"Morning, Edward."
So Sherlock clamped the microphone around his neck, continued to draw on the map, and said very fast, "My dear Partner, I hope you've woken up. I mean, you didn't wake up because of me, but woke up naturally. Yes, I have something to do with you. It's very troublesome, so I need your help. Please come to me immediately. I, I can treat you to breakfast at a place of your choice.
"Yes, in Lloyd's District. It's called the Sweater Brotherhood, do you have any impression?"
At this moment.
Red Queen District, Office of the Inspectorate.
AmityInspector General Moriarty was picking up the phone with his white-gloved left hand.
He has short, pure black hair, which is neatly combed back. On the slightly angular face, the black eyes are as deep as the abyss.
Compared to his younger brothers and sisters, Edward's appearance is much more ordinary. His cheekbones are slightly high and his face is square. It gives people a feeling of righteousness and awe-inspiringness.
He leaned back in his seat, wearing the inspector's signature black suit, which looked like mourning clothes. His physique was so strong that he could fill his suit to the full with ease. The thick coat only reached the waist, and the lower body was made up of slim-fitting black trousers and black leather shoes. There was a white handkerchief in his breast pocket, a white glove on his left hand, and nothing on his right hand. The knuckles and bones are exceptionally clear, giving people a sense of strength.
Edward looked obviously unhappy, but he did not take the initiative to hang up the phone.
After all, this is his best friend, his classmate, and his most reliable old partner.
Inspector Moriarty’s ungloved right hand slowly touched the paper.
There is a long list of names on it, which means "to be inspected".
"Sweater Brotherhood"
Edward murmured in a low voice, squinting his eyes as he recalled, "I have heard of this name, but I wasn't impressed by it."
His voice was low and magnetic,
"That should be a group of stranglers. It was called this because when they were in poverty, they relied on the support of the current leader's mother to give them a living. They bought a set of sweaters with a similar pattern. Later, they started to form a gang and took this sweater as the name of the organization.
"Why, they provoked you and you want to bribe them to do something for you."
“According to reliable tips, they may be related to the people behind the Pelican Bar. And I got information about their gathering place. "
On the other end of the microphone, Sherlock's somewhat distorted voice came, "So I invite you to investigate with me. I do have some concerns. If this information is true, then there are indeed dangerous factors that may kill me. "
Hearing this, Edward frowned slightly.
Under his black pupils, there was a dazzling silver-white light that gradually gathered and shone.
"Seriously"
Edward said solemnly, "You know who is behind them. "
" Sixty percent. After all, I haven't had time to verify it yet. "Shylock replied.
"Your sixty percent is already very high, Hermes. I believe you. "
"Then come to my house to gather, Inspector General. Bring your sidearm and white gloves. "
"Okay, see you later. ”
Edward finished speaking crisply and hung up the phone.
He put a beautiful white short gun on his waist and hung two elf-style silver ones.
Then Edward collared himself.He took out his white whistle necklace and blew it hard.
The white whistle did not make any sound, but after a while, the sound of a griffon flapping its wings was heard outside the floor-to-ceiling window.
He opened the window and put his black griffin mount in so that it could eat something first.
After eating, he was ready to ride a griffon to Sherlock's house.
At this moment, there was a knock on his office door.
"Leave the report to Deputy Chief Assad."
Edward made a cold voice, "Go to Mrs. Hong for material approval. I want to go out."
< p>"It's me, Edward."The soft, gentle voice of his adoptive father, James Moriarty, came from the door.
Edward raised his eyebrows, and his iceberg-like stern and cold face relaxed slightly.
He immediately went over and opened the door.
Because he was much taller than his adoptive father, he bowed slightly and his tone became gentle, "Father, what's the matter? Come to me so early."
" You have to go out."
The polite old gentleman glanced at the griffin who was eating in the room, pressed the brim of his hat, and joked gently, "It just so happens that I also want to go out temporarily. "Go on a long trip."
"How far is the trip?"
"I originally wanted Oswald to go for me, but after thinking about it, it's such a big deal. You'd better go on your own. Come back in about two weeks, and take care of your brothers and sisters during this time." Old James said warmly, "Oh, by the way, Aiwass is going back to school, remember. Make arrangements."
"No problem, Father."
The silent and stern young man nodded slightly, "I will stay home during this time to protect Aiwass and Yulia. "Safe."
"Well, that's good. There's one more thing that's going to happen on Glass Island," Old James added slowly, "Let's wrap up the matter at the Pelican Bar and clear up the clues. . This is the end of the matter. If anyone wants to continue investigating, please leave them alone.
Old James suddenly asked, "Have you not found the letter I asked you to find before?"
"Yes, indeed not."
Edward replied, " Body No. 2 had a lot of things missing, including her noble red."
"That should have been taken away by Aiwass."
Old James said warmly, "After all, Veronica's noble red is also in your brother's hands. In that case, I believe you should stop looking for it."
"Father," Edward couldn't bear it. The resident asked, "Can you tell me which minister is in contact with the association? If I don't know anything, I can't protect Aiwass."
"Shh"
Old James smiled and put his finger in front of his mouth.
Edward immediately fell silent.
The old man said slowly, "If Aiwass will be in danger because of his justice and curiosity, then let him solve it by himself. Just last night, I observed the aura of the dream world. Aiwass Wen Si has begun the first advancement ceremony. The child has finally begun to have some secrets of his own. I am very satisfied."
He narrowed his somewhat cloudy gray pupils and said warmly, "As for the spy. I advise you not to know. Secrets are a kind of power, but they can only become shackles in your hands."
"Father"
< p>"It's fast. Edward, it's fast. I will hand it all over to you sooner or later, but it's far from now.""What should I do now?"
Edward was silent for a while and added "Except for the finishing touches at the Pelican Bar"
"Now you should do what you wanted to do before. Aren't you just about to go out?"
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