William rushed straight in.

"Aunt Hudson, are you alright?"

As soon as I entered the kitchen, I saw Aunt Hudson covering her lips, her eyes wide, and hearing William's voice, Aunt Hudson looked at William as if she had found the backbone, and there were some tears in her eyes, "This is cruel, Will." ”

William looked suspiciously at Aunt Hudson's line of sight, only to see five large words written in blood on one of the walls of the kitchen: "Something handed over." Underneath the words, a black cat that had been stabbed to death lay on its side, blood left on the ground.

"Aunt Hudson, it's alright, let's go out first."

William frowned, took Aunt Hudson into his arms, and led her out of the kitchen.

"Oh, Will, what the hell is going on, it's horrible!"

Aunt Hudson said, looking at William worriedly, "You're going to be okay, are you?" ”

"Of course not, Aunt Hudson," said William, pretending to be light-hearted, "I think you will return to the same state if you take a trip to France." ”

"Really, Will, you're not going to get hurt," Aunt Hudson gripped William's hand tightly, her face stubborn.

"Of course, I promise you, I will do well."

William smiled and assured Aunt Hudson, a look of "ease".

Aunt Hudson looked at William for a long time before she sighed and said, "In that case, then I will go for a few days, but I will not leave England, I will go to the country, and I will visit Elizabeth, whom I have not seen for a long time." ”

Speaking of Elizabeth, Aunt Hudson obviously thought of something happy, and there was a smile on her face, "What happened to her and Mr. Fitzwilliam D'Arcy really worried us for a long time!" ”

"Mrs. Darcy would be glad to know that you were coming."

William knew Aunt Hudson's good friend, they took classes at the same university when they were young, and they were good friends and classmates.

"It just so happens that I haven't packed my luggage yet, so I can go over tonight."

Aunt Hudson said, gesturing to Edward Cullen's suitcase by the door and saying, "I'll call Elizabeth first." ”

As she spoke, Aunt Hudson began to call, and William glanced at it, then moved his gaze to the kitchen.

How did the man get in and write in such a short time?

Or rather, what exactly does the man want him to hand over?

I'm afraid we won't know until Sherlock arrives.

"Will, I've contacted Elizabeth, I'll go over now."

After Aunt Hudson hung up the phone, her mood recovered a bit.

"Then I'll send you."

"Oh, no, Mr. Darcy has a company in London, and they said they would send a driver to pick me up later."

Aunt Hudson said, walking over and hugging William, "I'll be back in a few days, Will, you have to take care of yourself, don't worry your aunt, okay?" ”

"I know, auntie."

William put his arms around Aunt Hudson, and the touch in his arms made him feel a little sad.

It's been a long time since anyone cared about Aunt Hudson like that.

After a few more conversations with Aunt Hudson, someone knocked on the door, saying that it was Mr. Darcy's driver.

Seeing this, William loaded his luggage into the car, hugged Aunt Hudson tightly, and watched Aunt Hudson leave in the car.

All of a sudden, he was left alone in the entire family.

William returned to the kitchen alone, and the blood stains on the side of the black cat's corpse had begun to congage, a crimson patch, which looked extraordinarily oozing, and even the "blood letters" on the wall began to blur.

The eye moved to the window next to the wall, which was a light-revealing window, about a meter high, and could be used to go back and forth from it, and next to the window was the back alley of the coffee shop, and there were always few people.

When William exited the kitchen and called Watson, he realized that he had forgotten to report the crime.

After getting these two things done, William sat on the couch and waited for Sherlock and Watson, but when they returned, even Officer Lestrade appeared.

"How are you together?"

William looked at the three of them suspiciously, and asked, "Did you find ······?"

"The body of the lady in red has been found," Watson nodded at William and explained, "On the way to the outskirts, the cause of death was blood loss, and Sherlock and I were over there to examine the body, and when we saw your number, we came with Officer Lestrade. ”

"It's a really sad thing." William said with emotion.

"Mrs. Hudson is back, and she's got someone with her."

Sherlock glanced around the room and spoke.

"Yes, but if this happens, I'll let her go back to the country first," William said before he realized what he had done wrong, "I think you could have strung the whole thing together without Aunt Hudson's narrative, didn't you?" ”

Sherlock ignored it, he took out the disposable disinfectant gloves from his arms, walked into the kitchen, first looked at the words that had almost melted, frowned, and then looked at the black cat on the ground, looked at it carefully for a while, and reached out to touch a piece of dead grass on the black fur that was almost dyed the same color.

"It's a feral cat, it seems to have been caught at random, and the time of death was about an hour ago," Sherlock continued, after packing up the withered grass, "it was only after it was drowned that the man brought it in and killed it, so the amount of blood around it was unusually large, and there was a lot of water mixed in it, and not only that, but the man was obviously very careful, and he left almost no footprints in the house, which made it even more suspicious." ”

"The font on the wall is written by him with paint, it is very fresh, I am afraid it will not take more than an hour, to be able to plan everything in such a short time, unless it is someone who is very familiar with this area, or someone around who can do it, and there is an important point, I am afraid he did not expect."

"Which point?"

William asked.

"Mrs. Hudson's sudden return," said Sherlock, opening the window and looking at a trash can at the back door of the nearby café, "the fuel on the wall has melted into such a short period of time, I am afraid that he was in a hurry to get it in time, and there was a dark color on the ground." 'Traces of water', I am afraid that Mrs. Hudson had suddenly returned and interrupted his plans, so he waited there for a while, but it was because of that moment that blood dripped from the cat he had drowned that he inadvertently dripped to the ground. ”

"So, maybe someone saw him during that time!" Watson followed up with his reasoning, "We can go to the café and ask." ”

"You're right!"

When Officer Lestrade heard this, he ordered one of the officers to go to the café and ask questions.

"So far, we've gotten nothing, so who's going to do that? What is his purpose? We don't know anything," said Officer Lestrade, turning his gaze to William, "Mr. Stoker, you still haven't remembered any useful information?" ”

"I'm sorry, in my memory, the Stoke family didn't have any particularly bad connections, or sin or anything, except, of course, some of the biggest rivals in the mall, but you know, these rivals aren't rivals anymore."

William said this, turning to Sherlock, and said, "Sherlock, I have something to tell you. ”

"It's a McRoft thing."

Sherlock removed the disposable disinfectant gloves from his hands and said, "He's been looking for you and has something to do with it." ”

"Yes, yes." "Actually, not only did he come to me, but even Moriati came to me. ”

"He wants to take care of it too?" Sherlock's silver-gray eyes lit up suddenly, "Oh, this is the best piece of news I've heard in a while!" ”

After Sherlock finished speaking, he grabbed William's hand sharply, and his face rose, "Let's go see those portraits." ”

"Look at the portrait?"

William was stunned for a moment, and then understood, "If you want to see the portrait, I'm afraid you will have to wait until tomorrow, because it is a little late to go to the suburbs at this time, and we have other important things." ”

"Other important things?" Watson was the first to wonder, "What is it?" ”

"That's right," William told him about the conversation with McCroft, but he was hiding the wizard from him, and although Sherlock had guessed it, Watson and Officers Lestrade didn't know about it, not to mention that it wasn't something that could be publicized everywhere.

"It's not just people in the UK."

Sherlock repeated the phrase, "Then this thing was not done by one person, I'm afraid it's a gang." ”

"Let's get going."

Sherlock said, grabbing William's hand and preparing to walk out.

"Where are we going, Sherlock?" Seeing this, Watson hurriedly followed.

"Go and find Sir William," said Sherlock, "since Michael has asked us to go to Sir William, he must know something, and we must find him before they do anything." ”

"Those people will do it?"

Officer Lestrade asked.

"They don't look like good people, I'm afraid they're a bunch of outlaws." "Judging by their way of doing things, there's a good chance that the group of people are working as sailors." ”

"Why sailors?"

Officer Lestrade asked.

"Because it's a water weed, judging from its yellowing appearance, I'm afraid it's been four or five days old."

Sherlock said, handing the bag containing a weed to Officer Lestrade, "The black cat had just drowned, so it must not be theirs, and since it's not theirs, then it's the man." ”

"Well, now we're going to Sir William, do you know where he lives?"

After Sherlock finished speaking, he asked William.

"Where do you live?" William was stunned for a moment and shook his head, "I don't know, I haven't seen my father since he went to heaven, and besides, he hasn't looked for me." ”

"It's weird, isn't it? It's a bit unusual for a friend who has such a good relationship, but after the death of another person, not to see his descendants, isn't it? ”

Sherlock raised an eyebrow and said to Watson.

"Watson, I need to use your phone."

Sherlock said, reciting a set of communication codes.

Watson also knew that Sherlock wouldn't do anything useless, so he dialed the number according to Sherlock's words.

"Sebastian, where does Sir William live?"

"Sir William? He's been missing for a day, we're looking for him, what's going on, Sherlock. ”