Three intact locks hung from the iron plates that extended from the latches outside, and Donald stood outside the warehouse and looked at the family of jewelers standing nearby, who had a pair of children in addition to husband and wife.

The boy followed his father's size, his round figure, and of course, it was possible that he was not yet old enough to be tall, and Donald's gaze lingered on his hands at his sides.

The fingers were like little carrots, and they could not do delicate work, and as for the girl and the woman, one was still young, and the other looked sad, not as if to be a fake, and the jeweler did not stop wiping his sweat beside him, and kept looking at the warehouse, hoping for some good news.

Although it is not ruled out that this family is full of actors, but in addition, judging from the details of all aspects, the possibility of self-theft is extremely small.

Where did the jewelry go?

Turning his gaze to the warehouse, there are three wooden shelves nearly two meters high, divided into five layers, and the jewelry is packed in various boxes before it is missing, and it is placed on the empty space on the wooden shelves.

Now the state of the wooden frame is that the jewelry on the upper two floors is intact, and when the eye sweeps, none of the boxes show signs of being opened, but the jewelry boxes on the lower three floors have been opened in half, nearly 30 boxes.

The lock is intact, the possibility of a violent break is ruled out, the key has always been in the hands of the jeweler, according to him, inseparable, and repeatedly confirmed that even when he is sleeping, it is he and his wife who take turns to take care of the key, and if you do this, then it is ruled out that someone stole the key and committed the crime late at night.

How did the thieves get into the warehouse? This became a key question, because the three locks outside the door were all locked before Able opened the door, and one of the locks even had a thin wire to connect the bell at the staircase, which would be hung every night when he went to bed, which was a common traditional way of preventing theft.

Anything touching the lock will trigger the ring, and the husband and wife on it are alternately keeping vigil, and the chance of finding it is extremely high.

"Mr. Able, are the two layers of jewelry on the wooden shelves worthless?"

Only stealing the lower three floors, the upper two layers of jewelry boxes did not move, according to the normal idea must be that the thieves think that the upper two floors are worthless and take up space, Sherlock also wants to confirm this.

"Of course not, I don't have the habit of putting things according to the height of the goods, and the gold and silver jewelry here is all in demand on the market recently. ”

The response given by Able made Sherlock fall silent, and he reached out and gestured at the height, Sherlock's figure was not tall, about 170, about the position of Donald's earlobes, his arms could reach the top of the wooden frame, his body slowly sank, and his palms went down the shelf, pausing at the base of the second layer.

At this time, Sherlock bent his legs, and the height of the whole person was not even one and a half meters, was the thief a dwarf? Or was he just a child?

Due to the urgency of time, Donald, the assistant on the first day of work, was assigned to inquire about the jeweler's family.

After ten minutes of inquiry, I finally got the information: Abole's jewelry store is about to open, because of the invitation, many people know the news, but the warehouse where the jewelry is stored is rarely revealed to others, in addition to Abole's family, there are several close friends or partners, Abel himself said that they could not steal the jewelry.

In recent days, there are a lot of people who have entered Ebel's house, most of them are relatives, after all, it is a jewelry store, which symbolizes wealth and assets, and there will definitely be no fewer people who talk about friendship, and these people cannot be said to be suspicious, but the places where they live are basically distributed in various urban districts of Pston City, if they are investigated one by one, it is almost impossible to solve the case before tomorrow morning.

There were also three outsiders, a maid who had come three days to clean the house, a plumber who repaired the pipes in the house, and a rat catcher.

"Rat catcher?"

Donald had some doubts about this profession.

"I don't know what's going on recently, there are a lot of rats in the house, especially in the kitchen and living room, usually not only gnawing furniture, but even the curtains in the living room have broken a small piece. ”

Able's description reminded Donald of the rat swarm he had encountered on his platform yesterday afternoon.

"Tell me what you know about the rat catcher. ”

"It's a very old man, wearing a brown top hat, hunchbacked, I don't pay attention to what he looks like, I just remember that he always has a bell in his hand, and his methods are really powerful, and he has placed a few rat cages in our house, and in only two days, all the rats in our house have entered the cage. ”

"I got it......"

Donald inevitably thought of a certain situation, before yesterday, he would never believe his current thoughts, he could only say that the mutated mouse subverted his three views.

Decidly got up and walked to the warehouse, where Sherlock was still holding a magnifying glass and looking for clues.

"The basic inquiry is almost over, I want to come in and help you find clues together, is that okay?"

"Of course, you are my assistant. ”

With permission, Donald walked into the warehouse, and instead of Sherlock exploring around the wooden shelves, his eyes were focused on the corners around the warehouse from the beginning, this place was not a proprietary treasure room, judging by some of the sacks and miscellaneous items around it, it should have been a makeshift modification of the general storeroom.

Half-crouched on the ground, moving along the edge of the wall in the doorway, paying attention to the gaps in the utility room, occasionally pulling some baskets out a little.

"Donald, what are you looking for?"

At this time, what clues can be found in the corner, will the thief still run to the corner and take a basket or two to carry things when stealing gold, silver and jewelry?

"I'm looking for ...... This!"

Tearing open a sack, a hole larger than a fist appeared in the wall behind him, and Donald leaned down, holding his breath not to blow away the dust that had accumulated on the wall, which was marked with the paws of rat's feet and some drag marks.

"Ratholes, you don't think rats stole it...... Do you really think so?"

"Sherlock, have you ever seen a big mouse......? So big. ”

Gestured with both hands to the size of the mutant mouse he saw yesterday, Sherlock looked back in surprise, can this size be called a mouse?

"I know it might be hard to believe, but it's true that I saw it with my own eyes, right on the balcony of my house, and if I had a camera in hand at the time, I think I would have taken a picture. ”

Donald knew that his idea might seem a bit nonsense in the eyes of others, and a group of rats rushed into someone's treasure house in the middle of the night to steal dozens of pieces of jewelry.

Believe it or not, Byd Abel is going to roll his eyes.

"I believe it!"

"That's right, I'...... You believe me?"

"Donald, didn't I tell you a long time ago, I've seen more outrageous things, but that time it was accidental, and this time it's personal experience, you go and close the warehouse door, and you'll know later if your idea is true. ”

Sherlock closed the door, and when he returned, he found a glass bottle in his hand containing some silver-gray powder, some of which he was pouring onto his right index finger, and his thumb was then attached, twisting the pinch of powder.

"I bought this vial of tracing powder for 5 gold pounds, and with the blessing of the spell, as long as I sprinkle a little on the ground, the footprints of all the creatures that have passed through this area in the last few days will reappear. ”

"Tracing the powder?"

What did you waste so much time looking at with a magnifying glass, pretending?

I watched Sherlock pour the powder several times in a row, spilling it at the mouth of the rat hole, in front of the wooden rack, and then crouched aside and waited for the results to appear.

One minute...... Two minutes......

"What are you doing inside, can I open the door?"

Outside, Able got impatient and began to knock on the door, but the atmosphere inside the warehouse was awkward.

"That bastard actually lied to me, hmph, I'm not done with him!"

On the unaltered floor of the warehouse, Sherlock threw the tracer powder on the ground, and the bottle rolled to Donald's feet.

Are you a detective, you can also believe in such a thing as tracking powder, shouldn't you rely on your own wisdom to solve the case?

"Assistant, are you thinking about something not so good right now?"

Sherlock glared at Donald, if he dared to nod, he must find an opportunity to deduct his salary these days.

"I wonder if it's the wrong way to use, this tracing powder is very powerful when you hear the name, and it cost 5 gold pounds to buy it, but it can't be useless. ”

Sensing the danger, Donald hurriedly changed the subject, bending down to pick up the tracing powder bottle on the ground, the glass bottle, the texture is quite hard, and a white label is affixed to it, with the name: Tracing powder.

There seems to be a line of small words below, walk to the small window next to it, and take advantage of the sunlight.

"Need for Vision...... Sherlock, did the person who sold your bottle of powder mention your psionic abilities to you? You see there's a note underneath. ”

"Don't think about it, it's impossible for ordinary people to have spiritual vision, so you need ...... Anyway, this bottle of powder is useless!"

Sherlock seems to know some special secrets, like this bottle of tracing powder, and if it does work, it shouldn't be something that ordinary people should have at all.

This guy has a lot of secrets.

Donald looked at Sherlock, who was squatting with his back to him, closed his eyes, and recalled the first two times, when he saw all the strange things, was that the ability to see?

According to his guess, this ability is likely to come from the demon in the body, since it is a demon ability, it can't just look at some inexplicable mist, right?

Do you want to give it a try?

Due to the influence of religion, the demon is synonymous with filth and evil in the eyes of the aborigines of this world, even if it is touched, it is impossible to avoid it, except for those evil people, how can they take the initiative to contact the power of the devil?

It can only be said that Donald is an outlier, the education in his previous life made him more practical, as long as it can come in handy, he doesn't care about the source of his ability, anyway, now he doesn't find any harm except for eye pain.

I can see the traces on the ground, I want to see the traces on the ground!

If you want to discover your own abilities, giving yourself strong psychological cues is a very useful method.

A stream of heat suddenly came out of the brain, uncontrollably, and poured straight into the eyes.

The light distorted at his side, as if the space here was being interfered with by some force.

With his back to the window, Donald opened his eyes, his emerald green pupils glowed with a red luster, and the two colors were intertwined, as if red crystal powder was embedded in a jade agate, making his eyes look strange and magnificent.

If you don't push yourself, you never know how strong you are!