Holding the handle of the umbrella in his hand, the night wind carried the rain against the man under the umbrella, and he held a porcelain urn in his hand, and came to the front of the warehouse by the faint light nearby.

Each farm builds a separate warehouse to store hay bales, which can be used both to fertilize the burned field and to serve as livestock feed in the winter.

He put the porcelain urn on the windowsill outside the door, picked up the kerosene lamp on the side, pulled the umbrella back, clamped it between his neck and elbows, took out a box of matches from his pocket and lit it, the brightness was not turned up, but only kept at a faint level, at most he could see the situation within a meter in front of him.

Entering the door, the umbrella leaned against the door, the man held a kerosene lamp in one hand and a porcelain urn in the other, and many hay bales had been piled up in the corners of the warehouse.

It was originally a cellar for storing vegetables and potatoes, but Ranffindor Farm built a special stone cellar some time ago, and this place has become a redundant place.

Lifting the plank and descending the stone staircase, the man's gasps echoed in the small space.

"You're coming, turn off the lights, please!"

In the shadows of the cellar, someone was hiding from the faint light source......

**

"The legs should be separated, slightly wider than the shoulders, the arms should be straight, the muzzle of the gun should protrude, the aiming grooves that come with the gun, you need to pay attention, not to star, you have to look at the target. ”

Holding Donald's shoulders with both hands, Sherlock stretched out his legs to help him adjust his posture, and then nodded and continued:

"The N99 pistol is a basic firearm, the posture is right, don't shake your hands when you shoot, you can find the feeling when you empty seven or eight magazines, look at this, the farm has not cleaned the place, there are still several boxes of ammunition left, enough for you to practice guns, shoot!"

Bang! Bang!

Feeling the vibration of the gun in the palm of his hand, the target ten meters in front of him did not even make a sound, and all he heard was the sound of bullet casings falling on the table.

"What was in this box before? I don't need to keep a picture of my mother so secret, right?"

Sherlock pinched a large-caliber bullet casing found under the table between his fingers, and looked at the picture on the bottom of the wooden box, on which was a fat woman with a resemblance to Audrey, and it was needless to think that this must be a picture of Audrey's mother.

"There should have been something else in the box, but it was taken away...... It's like the location of the wooden box, if you don't deliberately look for it, can you find it?"

The location of the box was found in the underwear drawer, which is an extremely private location, and the servants who usually clean the house must not touch it, and must be a personal servant, but Audrey's servants can know that they took leave to go home to visit relatives a few days ago, and it is currently Fran Chazzo who is in charge of daily care.

"Now it is certain that the things originally stored in the box are not simple, and there are two possibilities for its disappearance, the first is that the things inside were taken by Audrey herself, but she went out for a walk in the morning, and she came back after a walk, so why bring it with her?"

"She knew that she was likely to 'disappear' when she went out, which means that she was 'missing' on her own initiative. ”

Reloading the bullet and moving his right wrist by the way, the goal tonight is to get the bullet on target properly.

Thinking about various possibilities through the discovery of evidence in the way of association is the same thing as thinking about whether it is fresh or not when we eat fritters in the morning, but the former may need a little more divergence of thinking.

"The second possibility is that the contents of the box were not taken by Audrey, but someone else, if I am not mistaken, no one has ever told us about the box since we met the people on the Ranffindor farm, right?

Drawing the gun from his waist, Sherlock just glanced at the target in front of him, stood still and raised his hand, and fired three shots in quick succession.

Bell!

The iron plate did not shake, which proved that the guns were all right, even if it was a target within ten meters, this was still an amazing technology

"There is crucial evidence in the box that will allow us to understand why Audrey disappeared, both voluntarily and passively!"

Donald did the same, firing three shots in quick succession, and the result was the same, the target did not shake.

It's all off target......

"You don't have a talent for firearms, obediently consume bullets to practice, when I held a gun for the first time, I only needed ten rounds to practice, and the target within ten meters never missed the target. ”

"Are you showing off?"

"That's right, as you think, as a gifted gunslinger, I feel superior in you, and that feels good. ”

"I don't take you like this...... Do strangers feel the same way when they look at ordinary people? Because their own talents are strong, they think that ordinary people are insignificant existences. ”

The conversation with Sherlock made Donald involuntarily think about the group of aliens.

Why do the government and the church target the heretics so much, and the root cause is the problem with this sense of superiority?

Humans conquered the beasts, so we developed a sense of superiority from them, captivity, enslavement, and even serving them to the table, which of course cannot be said to be wrong, millions of years of evolution, in order not to be a character with a knife and fork, not a presence on the chopping block!

And what about the aliens? They have acquired special abilities in one way or another, and they can also be said to have completed the evolution to a higher level, even if it is a mutation.

What is the role of ordinary humans in their eyes, chickens, ducks, cows and sheep on the chopping board?

This is probably what the government and the government are worried about, any aliens, as long as they have evil thoughts, their ability is the best tool to commit crimes, and the cost of crime is unimaginably low, unlike the apostles in the church who are strictly bound by faith and canons, once some of these people are out of control, the threat of eruption is incalculable.

Donald thinks that he will definitely become a stranger in the future, can he restrain his inner desires at that time?

"I have asked others this question, and the answer is self-control, which is the real key! Whether it is a heretic or an apostle, if you lack self-control, you will become a villain in the face of the test of desire, and that is the real trouble!"

Sherlock was reloaded, his eyes downcast, apparently reminiscing.

Boom!

The dull sound of gunpowder explosion woke up the two who were thinking about each other.

"Did you go off?"

"I'm going to get a bullet...... Not you?"

"Outside!"

Speaking in unison, they grabbed their guns and rushed out into the heavy rain.