"I have one thing ······"

Before William could finish his sentence, he heard the voice of the Opa-Lempa man reach the room, interrupting his next words.

"There's a gentleman named Sherlock Holmes looking for him." The Opa-Rumpa man said.

······

What's going on here?

Why did Sherlock come over?

"Sherlock Holmes?"

Jack Sparrow read a sentence, then looked at William and said, "The young master of the Woodrich family is talking about this guy named Sherlock Holmes?" ”

"It was him."

William nodded.

However, he wondered how Vincent Knightley Woodrich could have known in advance that Sherlock would be coming.

What exactly is his ability?

"Let him in."

Jack Sparrow pondered for a moment, reached out and pressed against the white wall, and spoke.

After a while, Sherlock walked in, he took the black coat in his hand, and looked around without a trace, and then, he glanced at William, who was sitting on the side, and frowned.

"Sherlock Holmes."

As he spoke, Sherlock held out his hand to Jack Sparrow.

"Willy Wonka."

Seeing this, Jack Sparrow raised an eyebrow and shook Sherlock's hand, "I've heard of you, Mr. Holmes, and I heard Mr. William Stoke talk about you just now. ”

"Oh," Sherlock raised an eyebrow, "it's a magical thing, I don't know if I'm honored to hear what he has to say?" ”

"Of course," Jack Sparrow said, pointing to the next place, motioning for the two of them to sit down, and when they were seated, he said, "to tell you, Mr. Holmes, are you confident that you will find that treasure in the Stoke family?" ”

"Treasure?" Sherlock was slightly stunned, but he quickly reacted, "Of course, I already have eyebrows. ”

At this point, Sherlock's gaze circled Jack Sparrow's hand and face, and he smiled, "I need to know something, though, have you pirates seen Moriati?" ”

"How do you know I'm a pirate?"

Jack Sparrow's gaze glanced at Sherlock, then turned his gaze to William's.

He thought that Sherlock, like William, was no ordinary person.

"Oh, don't look at me like that, Sherlock is indeed an ordinary person," William felt a little inexplicable when he said the word "ordinary person", to which he added, "Although in the eyes of ordinary people, he is not an 'ordinary person'." ”

"I don't know who you're talking about, but I'm a pirate."

Seeing this, Jack Sparrow did not hide it, and admitted directly, "However, I am curious, as an ordinary person, how do you see it, you know, I am very confident in my acting skills." ”

"Because of your hands."

Sherlock said, "Your fingers, though they look very intact, are calluses on the tips of your fingers, but on the tips of your fingers, and not one or two, but all of them, suggests that you have been touching rough things with your hands for a long time, such as ropes, which is clearly not something that a successful chocolatier would say he would have." ”

"You have a very faint salty smell on you, which is masked by the rich aroma of cream and chocolate, but I still smell a little when I shook hands with you just now; Your face is pale, but your physique looks very good, you can even say that you are athletic, you seem to exercise a lot, and your complexion is pale with a purple tinge, which is the complexion of a person who has been at sea for a long time; Of course, there are many more, for example, the way you get up when you come back, the way you hold the cup, the movement when you walk, these can be inferred that you have too many flaws. ”

"What a wonderful inference."

Jack Sparrow slowly curled his lips and complimented, "You're qualified, Mr. Holmes." ”

At this point, Jack Sparrow turned his gaze to William and said, "I agreed, and I left the matter to him." ”

······

William twitched, how could this scene be so much like the workplace?

Just Jack Sparrow said, "Congratulations, you've been hired." ”

Shaking his head hard, William wanted to shake the mess out of it, before he winked at Jack Sparrow and asked, "What are you going to do if it turns out that the treasure isn't a treasure at all?" ”

"You don't really have to worry about me kidnapping you, you know, I can't catch you at all."

Jack Sparrow said, smiling self-deprecatingly, and said, "You're pretending to be like that." ”

"······," William twitched, and replied solemnly, "it's because I know I'm not going to get hurt that I'm willing to cooperate with you, because I know that you don't have sinister intentions toward me, so why don't I cooperate with you?" ”

When Sherlock heard this, his eyes scanned the two of them, and he instantly guessed what had happened.

"In that case, you need me to help you find the treasure map hidden in the Stoke house."

"Not bad."

Jack Sparrow nodded.

William's heart moved when he saw Sherlock's calm face, and he looked at Sherlock and said in surprise, "Sherlock, do you already know where the treasure map is?" ”

"Not bad."

Sherlock said, "The last time you took us to see the portraits, we didn't find anything, but I had some new ideas about whether the treasure wasn't hidden in the portraits at all, but somewhere else, so we kept looking at the portraits and found nothing." ”

"Not on the portrait?"

William wondered, "So, where is it?" ”

"I remember you said that you had a pomegranate estate, which your mother had left you," Sherlock said, looking at William with silver-grey eyes, "Your mother died suddenly when you were one or two years old, but you took over the estate some time ago, and it has always been tended by your father, Mr. Stoke Sr., hasn't you?" ”

William's eyes lit up, and he suddenly realized, "What you said is right, it is indeed possible that my father hid things in the Pomegranate Manor, why don't we go over and take a look." ”

"In that case, I'll go drive."

Seeing this, Jack Sparrow rolled his eyes and then said.

"No need to drive, we'll be there in the blink of an eye."

William shook his head, holding Sherlock in his left hand and Jack Sparrow in his right hand, chanting the magic spell "Teleport", in the blink of an eye, from London to the suburbs of Yorkshire in an instant.

The afternoon wind was still mild, and without the gloomy weather of London, the suburbs of Yorkshire were bright, except for the castle-like manor and the surrounding woods not far away, and on the other side were the undulating hills, on which the green grass grew, and when the wind blew, it rippled in circles, like a sea of green, which was beautiful!

William's mother is a down-and-out aristocratic lady, called Alyssa Green, this manor is handed down by the Green family, legend has it that Mary I, Queen of Scots, once lived, but, because of her "bloody" rumors that year, the Green family moved to the town, however, this manor was not sold, but was passed down from generation to generation, even when the Green family was the most down, it was not sold at all, until its last director died, and the inheritance was given to William.

"The castle looks very old, like it was from the 14th or 14th century."

Sherlock's eyes flashed with excitement, he looked at William, he still felt a little mysterious at this moment, although he had already guessed that William could magic, but this was his first contact with magic, this feeling made him very fresh, however, obviously he still remembered the purpose of their trip, he suppressed his excitement, looked at the manor opposite, and spoke.

"I guess, I don't know."

William shook his head, although he knew some about the family history of the Green family, he didn't know as much as the Stoke family history.

"However, there are still generations of stewards of the Green family living in the manor, Monsieur Beaton," said William, after a pause, "you should know that Mary I, Queen of Scots, was once the queen of France, and she was surrounded by four girls of the same age as her, and all of them were called 'Mary', and these four girls came from the four noble families of Scotland, and the Beaton family was one of them. And this Mr. Beaton was one of the outer members of the Beaton family back then. ”

"Mr. Beaton has always been proud of this, but when the time comes, do not mention the matter of Mary I, for ······ He's a weirdo," William said, and when he saw Sherlock and Jack Sparrow looking at him with puzzled expressions, he couldn't help but be a little surprised, "I don't know, this is what my father told me." ”

With that, William led the two to the manor and gave Sherlock a brief explanation of what had happened.

When they arrived at the gate of the manor, they deeply felt the size of the pomegranate manor.

In addition to the castle-like mansion in the middle, pomegranate flowers are planted on both sides, and of course, in addition to pomegranate flowers, there are also many fiery red roses.

William glanced at the old oil lamp lit at the door, and rang the bell on the side of the door, and for a moment the sound of "jingling" and "jingling" spread far away.

After a while, an old man in a black suit with gray hair walked out, his back was very upright, and although his eyes were a little cloudy, he was still embarrassed.

"Ah, the little master is back with a friend, is he here to see the young lady?"

Mr. Beaton said, opening the iron door, and the sound of "creaking" and "creaking" was particularly harsh at this time, and William somehow felt a cool breeze blowing towards him.

There is a smell of death.

William narrowed his eyes, glancing at the rose beds on either side of the land, and then turned to the gardens on either side, and the breath grew thicker and thicker.

"Mr. Beaton, is Mother alright?"

William smiled at Mr. Beaton and entered the manor.

"Miss will be very happy to see the little young master coming!"

Mr. Beaton said, glancing curiously at Sherlock and Jack Sparrow.

"They're my friends, Sherlock Holmes and Jack Sparrow."

When William finished explaining to Mr. Beaton, he saw a smile slowly appearing on Mr. Beaton's wrinkled face, which took advantage of the whole gloomy castle.

"Mr. Beaton lives alone in such a big house, won't he be lonely?"

Sherlock asked casually.

"No," Mr. Beaton's gaze was fixed on Sherlock, and he looked at it for a long time before he said lightly, "There are young ladies and old ladies here, how can they be lonely." ”

When Sherlock heard this, he didn't say much, just smiled and bowed, but Jack Sparrow on the side stared at the buildings around him, with a look of amazement.

Seeing this, William did not say anything, he went directly to the chapel at the back of the manor, prayed to his mother, and did not enter the castle.

When he had finished praying, he told Mr. Beaton what he had come for.

"Little Master is here for this."

Mr. Biton did not hesitate in the slightest when he heard this, and spoke directly.

"Indeed."

William's face couldn't help but be a little hot.

"It is indeed with me," said Mr. Beaton, who slowly stood up, took out a box under the portrait of the Virgin Mary, and handed it to William, "Your father, this is what he gave me to keep. ”

William took it, and it was a very rustic wooden box, which looked a little broken.

"Old Mr. Stoke is so clever that he uses this box."

Jack Sparrow said, snatching the box from William's hand and taking a few steps back, "I'll look at this thing first." ”

Seeing this, William didn't say anything, just nodded.

Seeing this, Sherlock didn't say much, he had heard the specific things when he came, and now he had lost his curiosity about this matter, but it was this and this place that made Sherlock a little curious.

Looking at the chapel, Sherlock didn't know what was going on, he always felt that this place was very strange, not only in this chapel, but also in the whole manor.

Jack Sparrow opened the wooden box, took out a yellowed piece of parchment, and looked at it, and the more he looked at it, the paler his face became.

"Not a treasure?"

Although William was a question, he was very sure, and judging from Jack Sparrow's face, what Vincent Knightley Woodrich said was probably not wrong at all.

When Jack Sparrow heard this, he handed the parchment scroll in his hand to William and said, "See for yourself! ”

After saying that, Jack Sparrow turned and sat down on the bench behind him, his face gloomy.

William looked at the parchment scroll, and drew a map on it, which did look like a map of the Caribbean Sea from the topography, but the route marked on it made him a little baffled, except for the skull that could guess that it was something related to death, other things such as anchors, triangles, etc., did not understand what it meant.

"I'm not a pirate, so I can't read this treasure map."

William said, walked into Jack Sparrow, and stuffed the treasure map in his hand into his hand, "In that case, I'll give it to you." ”

"Aren't you worried that I'm deliberately pretending that it's not a treasure map, but in fact, it's really a treasure map? If you give it to me, it's a loss? ”

"Even if it's really a treasure map, if I say it will be given to you, it will be given to you."

William didn't get entangled, looked at Jack Sparrow calmly and said, "For me, this thing is just a piece of parchment, without the slightest use, and it seems that I took advantage of it for you." ”

Hearing this, Jack Sparrow's black eyes stared deeply at William, and slowly raised his lips, "Then I'll take it." ”

With that, Jack Sparrow put the parchment in his fold and said to William, "Isn't it time for us to go back?" ”

"Of course," William said, moving his gaze to Sherlock, who was looking at the statue of the Virgin, and behind Sherlock stood a puzzled Mr. Beaton, "Sherlock, what are you looking at?" ”

William's voice drew the attention of both Sherlock and Mr. Beaton.

"It's nothing, I just think these statues are very beautiful, and they don't feel the same as ordinary statues of the Virgin."

Sherlock said, glancing at Mr. Beaton, and seeing that he was unmoved, he had to look at William.

"Statue of the Virgin?" William thought for a moment, "I remember when I was a child, there were a lot of statues of the Virgin here, but now there are a lot less. ”

"Madonna Statue ······"

Sherlock was about to ask something, but Mr. Biton suddenly interrupted him, "Little master, it's getting late, you should go back." ”

When William heard this, he glanced at his watch, and it was almost six o'clock.

"We should go back, or it'll be too late."

William said, winking at Sherlock.

"Then let's go."

Sherlock apparently understood what William meant, and nodded in agreement.

When the three of them left the manor, William always felt that he was being targeted by someone, and he subconsciously turned his head to look but there was nothing but the dark castle.

"This place is weird."

After seeing that they had left a distance, Sherlock said, "There is no oil lamp outside the door during the day, usually it is lit only when someone in the family has just died, in order to guide the way for the dead, and the whole castle pattern feels very strange, it always feels like something is distorted, because we didn't go in, I don't know, but I found something strange about that chapel, the area of the chapel does not match what we see, it should have a dark room, I suspect it has something to do with those statues of the Virgin, but unfortunately ······"

At this point, Sherlock shifted his gaze to William.

"You want to investigate this?"

William looked at Sherlock and said with a calm face, "It's not something you can control, the aura of death inside is too serious, as if there are many people dying inside." ”