Demon Sage

The moment he opened his eyelids, it was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, the ripples spread and retracted, and all the scenes in the field of vision gradually changed.

The color of dead objects such as walls and wooden frames gradually faded, and finally showed a light gray texture on the background. Sherlock, who was facing away from him, appeared completely different from the background. Fog, but the whole body was white, but there seemed to be other colors in front of him, but it was hidden by his body.

Before he could take a closer look, the things on the ground caught Donald's attention.

From the mouse hole to the area around the three wooden frames, it is full of yellowish three-toed footprints!

It seems that his conjecture is correct. Rats are the thieves. No, I can't say that. Why do rats steal jewelry?

In their eyes those glittering things may not be as good as a rye bread.

They're just tools, and the real thieves are the ones who control these rats.

Thinking that the jewels on the upper two floors were not taken away, it was understandable. Donald looked at the overlapping marks on the shelves on the lower three floors. These mice could actually stack Arhats, and they piled up to a height of over one meter. If the number is more, can it be done even on two floors?

hiss~

He sucked in a sharp breath, the world around him seemed to have been turned on by a light switch, and everything in front of him fell into darkness. Unlike the last pain, the eyes felt cold this time, which is a very strange feeling. , if the power is smaller, it may be cool, which will make the eyes comfortable, but what Donald is feeling now is a real cold.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Sherlock noticed the staggering of the assistant behind him, and turned his head to find that he was wiping his eyes with his hands.

"It's alright, the dust in the warehouse got into my eyes, it will be fine in a while, Sherlock, I just learned from Abel that a rat catcher came to their house two days ago. This house, he must know about this treasure house. Although your tracing powder is useless, the traces in front of the mouse hole are also proof. It doesn't matter if Abel believes it, as long as we can find something, he can't help but believe it!"

He couldn't tell Sherlock that he could see the traces on the ground, but on the premise that the rat was stealing, he could completely guide the other party in the right direction.

Could a rat catcher be a thief? This is an unsolved question, but in any case, he always has experience with these mice, and at least he can get some information from his mouth, which is of great benefit to the further detection of the case.

"You're right, I didn't expect it, it's quite clever."

"It's just an immature suggestion, I think you should have thought of it long ago."

"Haha, of course, you are very good, I didn't find you as an assistant for nothing."

Sherlock became more and more satisfied with this assistant. He was discerning, flattered, and could make some useful suggestions at critical moments.

The two agreed, and went straight out to find Abel, without telling him about the situation in the warehouse. Anyway, he probably wouldn't believe it, so Sherlock said that they were going out to ask some suspicious people, and they were coming for the past few days. The addresses of three strangers.

In this era, the telephone has not been fully popularized, and the people at the bottom still have to face-to-face or write letters to communicate with each other. Therefore, the record of the address is particularly important. The Abel family has the addresses left by these three people.

In order to speed up the efficiency, he also specially allocated his own carriage to the two of them.

"Your tracking powder, after all, is 5 gold pounds. It's not cheap. It doesn't seem to be of much use. Maybe it can be returned."

Getting into the car, Donald handed Sherlock the tracking powder he had been holding in his hand.

"It can't be returned. Those guys pay attention to the sale of the goods, so they won't return or exchange them. Just throw them in a random place. If you want, you can keep them as a souvenir."

Sherlock didn't have much pity for the 5 gold pound thing, and waved his hand casually.

"Then I'll keep it, the bottle is pretty good, just pour out the powder and wash it and replace it with sugar pills, Sherlock, can I ask where did you buy this? There are people who sell this. ...should I call it a magic powder?"

There was not much joy on his face, so he had to exercise restraint, but he still pretended to inadvertently asked the question he wanted to know the most.

"In an underground market, uh... double meaning, it is both underground and a not-so-legal market. In fact, it can't be said to be illegal. After all, the Preston City government and the church have acquiesced in the existence of that place. It is a place where as long as you have money, you can buy a lot of strange things. Of course, most of them are limited to testing things on the edge of breaking the law. It is impossible to say that there are no things that really cross the border, but not much, because no one knows. Is there any government and church scrutiny in that market?"

Blocking is not as good as sparse. Instead of spending a lot of energy to strictly prohibit, but to allow some truly illegal things to escape under the scattered government forces, it is better to allow such an underground market to exist. To capture more favorable information.

What's more, if you want to survive in such a place, you must have a lot of filial piety. Every month, there are people rushing to send money, which is also good for the city's security. Who wouldn't like it?

"Can I know where that place is? To be honest, I'm also curious about this..."

"Okay, if the case can be solved today, I will take you there tomorrow night, because the case is solved, the 15 gold pounds are our funds. As an assistant, I will give you a part, which is enough to squander. , if it can't be broken... it's useless to take you there, because I don't think you can afford most of the good things."

Between detectives and assistants, there is usually a share of task remuneration. This amount depends on the difficulty of the commission and the level of remuneration, as well as whether the detective is generous.

Because the commission itself has certain dangers, the assistant's participation in the case means taking risks, and the weekly salary is the assistant's reward for doing some normal affairs.

If it's a life-and-death job, a weekly salary of 1 pound isn't appropriate, right?

"no problem."

"Since you're fine, then I'll talk about the next thing. If you really meet a criminal later, try to hide as much as possible. It's not that you look down on you, but it's the first time I've met a criminal who can control mice. , this is a supernatural phenomenon... It is difficult to guarantee that the criminal will be caught without a hitch, you are just an assistant, there is no need to work hard, and if you die, I will be very troublesome."

Sherlock's eyes were full of excitement, and he read strange secret reports every day. Today is finally his turn to face the supernatural phenomenon. If he can arrest such criminals, maybe he can get some special things from him, the ability to control mice. , sounds pretty awesome, doesn't it?

"What about you, are you strong enough to deal with a thief who can control mice?"

It's not Donald who is raising the bar. He knows his fighting power well. Although he has some special abilities at present, he doesn't have any decent means of attack. He can't fight much better than ordinary adults. Sherlock is not too tall and looks good He is not very strong, and his fighting skills are not outstanding. How can he fight the enemy?

"It's just a thief. As long as he dares to appear in front of me, the battle will be over."

He stretched his right hand into his waist, and Sherlock pulled out an exquisite firearm from behind and put it on his lap. When he clenched the handle of the gun, his aura and self-confidence were obviously enhanced.

This is an old gunman!

"Do you have a gun?"

Just take out a gun, is it really okay? Donald would like to ask a question, once a private gun is discovered, is it not the rhythm of prison?

"Don't worry, I have a gun license. I got it five years ago. Have you seen this gun? If a rookie shooter can use this gun?"

Different from the firearm in Donald's impression, the gun in Sherlock's hand is not a common revolver of this era, but has a lot of gears and small transmissions embedded in it. And a dial marked with a numerical code.

It lacks simplicity and fashion, but it is definitely a delicate "monster".

"Filok 1796, steam propelling gun, the gun fire mode is normal firearm state, the bullet propelling speed is nearly 1.5 times faster than ordinary firearms, the steam propelling mode, the steam propelling is added on the original basis, UU reading www.uukanshu.com This meter records With the memory steam volume, the **** below can adjust the one-time trigger volume, if all the steam is used for one attack...you can directly fry your upper body into minced meat."

About his love for guns, Sherlock blurted out almost without thinking.

"This gun is also within the scope of the gun license?"

This kind of small hand cannon exists, is it allowed to have a gun license? The world is a little too dangerous.

"Of course it's not within the scope. This is a high-power firearm. You can't tell others that I have this gun. It was brought back by my family from Glasdow, where the heavy industry is extremely developed. With it, I don't care if the opposite is supernatural. The monster, the legendary werewolf stood in front of me, and I could blow its head off with one shot!"

It is undeniable that the rapid development of industry is changing this era. The fangs and claws possessed by the monsters that were once the nightmares of mankind seem to be a little out of place in front of these man-made terrifying weapons.

Human beings are progressing, from the inside out, and never stop!

"Two gentlemen, Bangli District is ahead. As a coachman, I have to protect my job. I'm very sorry. I don't want to be resigned after I go back."

Bangli District, one of the slum areas in Preston City, the environment can be summed up in three words: dirty, messy!

"Let's go, his reasons are irrefutable. If he takes us in, the carriage may have to go directly to the car wash when we come out."

Pushing the door open and getting out of the car, the smell of sourness came out, which made the two people who had been in the clean compartment for a second involuntarily frown.

"Hey~ This road doesn't seem to be easy to walk."

Seeing the scene in front of him, Donald felt that this trip was about to suffer.