Through Camilla, she learned Dr. Andy's address, and the two traveled by horse-drawn carriage.

"In the last month, I appeared in the book club.,Under the pretext of a physical examination to find out if a female student has had sex.,This guy meets a lot of conditions.,It's likely that we're looking for someone.,Look at it when you inquire later.,Don't let her take the opportunity to run.。 ”

Parking directly in front of Dr. Andy's house, Sherlock turned around before knocking on the door.

"Well, Sherlock, do you smell anything strange?"

Pulling down the shirt that had been folded in the carriage just now, he walked to the outward windowsill of Dr. Andy's house, the curtains were half-drawn, and some common green potted plants were placed outside, Donald moved the two pots, and looked inside the living room from a hand-wide space.

No one was there, just a kettle or a fish tank that had been knocked over, and liquid was spilled on the floor.

"The smell? this is the smell of alcohol, maybe there have been drunks who have rested here before, a common thing, there used to be two drunks on the bench in front of my house, and there was a smell of alcohol when I went out, not to mention how bad it smelled...... The smell seems to be a little stronger. ”

Donald hadn't drunk until now, and Sherlock didn't realize it until he mentioned it, and then looking at the liquid in the living room was another thought.

"Sniff it, is this smell coming from inside?"

Pointing up to the room, Sherlock leaned his nose closer to the crack in the door, and after a moment turned around and nodded.

"How much does it have to be to get the smell of wine through the crack in the door, etc...... Who is this? Sherlock, come here. ”

Donald was now in front of the doorway of the living room, where a tall man was standing, carrying a small cloth bag and throwing it to the ground, a match in his hand, and a cigarette in his hands.

Dr. Andy is a woman!

The two of them put their heads against their heads and bowed down to see what was going on inside.

"What's going on with the water on the floor, and the bookshelves in the living room seem to be wet too. ”

The two of them didn't react for a while, and they didn't bring such a thing to clean the house.

Herod~

Coincidentally, a carriage was passing by on the street behind him, and as soon as the neighing sound of the horse sounded, Donald thought that something bad was going to happen, and he immediately bowed his head, for fear that the people inside would turn their heads.

However, he reacted, and Sherlock was still watching.

"Oops, he's spotted me, lit a fire!Quick, get in, he's burning something, clue!"

Before Donald could look up, he heard Sherlock whisper beside him.

"Your front door, my back door, outflank, don't let him run, this guy is likely to be here to kill him!"

Both of them ignore the fact that the murderous operation against Griffin planned by the perpetrators behind the girl's disappearance a few days ago has failed, and none of the people sent to carry out the mission have returned.

Send a second wave?

That's stupid, the first assassination may be unexpected, and the second time you send someone to get yourself into the net.

Griffin is a baron after all, and after he realizes that he may be targeted, he must have a strong guard around him, and the government will of course invest some attention in him.

Since this person who is likely to know about the situation of the book club has not been able to solve it, what should I do?

If you want nothing to happen, there is only one way, to completely cut off the relationship with the reading club.

Dr. Andy, must die!

All traces must be destroyed at once!

Donald just glanced at the flames rising from the verandah outside the living room, Sherlock was already banging on the doorway, he was going around the wall of the house, stepping on the turf to the back of the house, the man grasping the edge of the carriage with one hand and stepping on the pedals with the other, the carriage was moving in the other direction, half of the man was sideways, staring at Donald.

"Let's go!"

As if just to catch a glimpse of Donald, the man shouted and got into the carriage as he was about to step forward.

"There are still people who answer, organized action ......"

Donald glanced down the street beside him, but there was no carriage carrying passengers, and the other party had turned the corner in front of him in the ten seconds he had hesitated, and was nowhere to be seen.

"Donald, find a way to open the door and get in!"

Sherlock's voice came from the other side, he probably didn't make it open the door, he wasn't a power detective.

You can kick open the door of such a high-end small building with your feet, Sherlock can't do it, and it's easy to get into trouble when you pull out a gun on the street, so you can only hope that Donald at the back door can play a role.

At this time, he didn't care about chasing people, gray smoke was coming out of the cracks in the doors and windows of the back door of the house, and Donald, who was closer, could see the bright yellow flames rising behind the windows.

Bang!

Hit the door panel with your shoulder a few times in a row, and there was no movement, and the door looked like it was still 7 percent new, and if it could be knocked open casually, it would mean that the company that renovated the house was estimated to have cut corners.

The invisible slave began to cast a spell, directly making it appear at the back of the door, there was no key outside, then open the door from the inside, control the energy mass to twist the door lock, listen to the click inside, and after ten seconds, the back door opened.

Donald opened the door, there was thick smoke inside, the flames had already ignited half of the room with the help of alcohol, Donald could only barely rush in, and went straight to the place where he saw the man discarding the cloth bag before, but unfortunately when he arrived at the place, he found that the previous cloth bag had already become black ash on the ground, and quickly pulled it back and forth with his feet twice, but he couldn't find the rest of the useful information.

"Donald, go upstairs and take a look, stay safe!"

Sherlock was at the front window, smashing the glass and shouting, then vanished, presumably coming to the back door.

Going upstairs to see if Dr. Andy is at home, life and death are estimated needless to say.

The location of the ignition was on the first floor, and the fire had not yet spread to the entire house, so Donald rushed up to the second floor and looked left and right in the hallway to find the location of the bedroom.

The door was still locked.

Can only be opened with the Invisible Servant again.

Dr. Andy was indeed inside, lying on the bed, covered in blood, and Donald stepped forward and put his hand under her nose, not breathing.

The wound in her chest proved that she should not be able to save it.

Cursing in a low voice, the target that he had finally found actually let others take the lead, looking left and right, hoping to find some clues that had not been destroyed.

The bedside table in the room was turned over and all pulled outward, and what was taken away should be the contents of the cloth bag before.

"Dr. Andy, you're going to die, and you're going to kill those girls...... Isn't there a little guilty?"

Donald wiped the sweat from his face, very helpless.

Her eyes unconsciously looked around, and finally settled on Dr. Andy's right hand, not a valuable ring or bracelet on it, but all her curled fingers except for her index finger.

She's pointing somewhere!