The moment the eyelids opened, it was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, the ripples spread and retracted, and all the scenes in the field of vision gradually changed.

The color of dead objects such as walls and wooden frames gradually blurred, and finally took on a pale gray texture in the background, and Sherlock who was facing away from him appeared completely white from the background, this time not the mist on his body, but all white, but there seemed to be other colors in front of him, but it was hidden by his body.

Before he could take a closer look, the things on the ground drew Donald's attention to it.

From the rat hole to the area around the three wooden shelves, there are pale yellow three-toed footprints!

It seems that my conjecture is correct, the rat is the thief, no, you can't say that, why do rats steal jewelry?

In their eyes, the sparkle may be less than a rye loaf.

They are just tools, the real thieves, the ones who control these rats.

Thinking about it, it is understandable that the upper two layers of jewels have not been taken away, Donald looked at the overlapping marks on the shelves of the lower three layers, these rats actually stacked Arhats, and they were piled up to a height of more than one meter, if there were more of them, would they be able to handle the upper two layers?

Hiss~

Gasping violently, the world around him seemed to be pressed by someone on the light switch, everything in front of him fell into darkness, different from the last time the soreness, this time the eyes felt cold, this time the eyes felt cold, this is a very strange feeling, if the power is a little less maybe it is cool, it will make the eyes comfortable, but Donald now feels a real cold.

"What's wrong with you?"

Sherlock noticed the assistant's staggering behind him, and turned his head to find him rubbing his eyes with his hand.

"It's okay, the dust in the warehouse gets into the eyes, and it will be fine in a while, Sherlock, I just learned from Abel that a rat catcher came to their house two days ago, and he surveyed this house in order to catch rats, and he must know about this treasure house, although your tracing powder is useless, but those traces in front of the rat hole are also proof, it doesn't matter if Abel doesn't believe it, as long as we can get things back, he can't believe it!"

You can't tell Sherlock that he can see the ground, but he can guide the other person in the right direction if he is sure of the rat's theft.

Could the rat catcher be a thief? This is an unanswered question, but in any case, he has experience with these rats, and at least he can get some information from him, which will be of great benefit to the further detection of the case.

"You're right, I didn't expect it, it's pretty smart. ”

"It's just an immature suggestion, I think you'd have thought of it a long time ago. ”

"Haha, of course, you're very good, I didn't look for your assistant in vain. ”

Sherlock is becoming more and more satisfied with this assistant, with a keen eye, a pat on the back, and a little bit of useful advice when it matters.

The two agreed, and went straight out to find Abel, and did not tell him about the situation in the warehouse, anyway, he probably didn't believe it, so Sherlock said that they were going out to ask some suspicious people, and asked for the addresses of the three strangers in the past few days.

In this era, the telephone was not yet fully popularized, and the people at the bottom still had to communicate with each other face-to-face or write letters, so the record of the address was particularly important, and Abel had the address left by these three people in his home.

In order to speed up the efficiency, he also specially allocated his own carriage to the two of them.

"Your tracing powder, after all, is a 5 gold pound thing, it's not cheap, it doesn't seem to be used much, maybe you can return it. ”

Once in the car, Donald handed Sherlock the tracking powder he had been holding in his hand.

"Can't return, those guys pay attention to the sale of goods, they don't return or exchange, just find a place to throw it away, if you want, you can keep it as a souvenir." ”

For the 5 gold pounds, Sherlock didn't have much regret, and waved his hand casually.

"Then I'll keep it, this bottle is pretty good, it's good to pour the powder and wash it and replace it with sugar pills, Sherlock, can I ask where you got this thing? Anyone else sells it...... Should I call it the magic powder?"

There wasn't much joy on his face, so he had to exercise restraint, but he still pretended to ask the question he wanted to know the most.

"In an underground market, the amount ...... After all, the government and church of Pston City have acquiesced to the existence of that place, which is a place where you can buy many strange things as long as you have money, of course, most of them are limited to things that are tested on the edge of illegality, and things that really cross the line cannot be said to be none, and it should not be said that there are not many things that really cross the line, because no one knows whether there is an eye of the government and the church in that market. ”

Rather than spending a lot of energy to strictly prohibit it, but let some really illegal things escape under the scattered government forces, it is better to let such an underground market exist, and the government and the church can be secretly restrained, and maybe they can also capture more favorable information.

What's more, if such a place wants to survive, there should be no less filial piety, and there are people rushing to send money every month, which is also conducive to urban security, who is not happy?

"Can I know where that place is? To be honest, I'm curious about this as well......"

"Okay, if you can solve this case today, I'll take you there tomorrow night, because if you solve the case, the 15 gold pounds are our funds, and you, as an assistant, will share a part of you, it's enough to squander it, if you can't solve it...... It's useless to take you there, because I don't think you can afford most of the good stuff. ”

Between the detective and the assistant, there is usually a share of the task remuneration, and this amount depends on the difficulty of the commission, the level of the honorarium, and whether the detective is magnificent.

Because the entrustment itself has a certain risk, the assistant's participation in the case means taking risks, and the weekly salary is the assistant's remuneration for doing some normal work.

If it's really a job of life and death, the weekly salary is 1 gold pound, isn't it appropriate?

"No problem. ”

"Since you're fine, then I'll talk about the next thing, if you really meet a criminal later, you try to hide back, not to look down on you, but it's the first time I've met a criminal who can control rats, this is a supernatural phenomenon...... It's hard to guarantee that the criminals will be caught, you're just an assistant, there's no need to fight hard, not to mention that if you die, I'll be in trouble. ”

Sherlock's eyes were full of excitement, he read strange secret reports every day, today it was finally his turn to face the supernatural, if he could arrest this kind of criminal, maybe he could get something special from him, the ability to control rats, it sounds quite powerful, doesn't it?

"What about you, are you strong enough to deal with a thief who can control rats?"

It's not Donald who raises the bar, he knows his combat effectiveness, although he has some special abilities at present, he doesn't have decent means of attack, and he is not much stronger than ordinary adults in a fight, and Sherlock is not outstanding, his figure does not look strong, and his fighting skills are not estimated to be outstanding, how can he fight the enemy?

"A thief, as long as he dares to appear in front of me, the battle is over. ”

With his right hand at his waist, Sherlock pulled a delicate firearm from behind and put it on his lap, and when he grasped the handle of the gun, his momentum and confidence increased significantly.

This is an old gunslinger!

"You have a gun?"

Is it really good to take out a gun in your hand? Donald was eager to ask if once a private gun was discovered, wasn't it the rhythm of eating jail time?

"Don't worry, I have a license to carry a gun, I got it five years ago, see this gun, if you are a rookie gunman, can you use this gun?"

In contrast to Donald's impression of a firearm, Sherlock's gun was not a revolver of his time, but had a number of gears and small gears, a cylindrical water gun-like reservoir at the tail, and a dial marked with a numeric code.

It's not minimalist, but it's definitely a delicate "monster".

"Philoc 1796, steam propulsion gun, gun fire mode is normal firearm state, bullet propulsion speed is nearly 1.5 times faster than ordinary guns, steam propulsion mode, steam propulsion is added on the original basis, this meter records the amount of steam in memory, the knob below can adjust the amount of trigger at one time, if all the steam is used for one attack...... You can fry your upper body directly into minced meat. ”

Sherlock blurted out his love of guns almost without thinking.

"This gun is also within the scope of gun ownership?"

This kind of small hand cannon exists, and the gun license is also allowed, and this world is inevitably too dangerous.

"Of course it's not within the range, this is a high-powered firearm, you can't tell others that I have this gun, it was brought back by my family from Glasdo, where heavy industry is extremely developed, with it, I don't care if the other side is a supernatural monster, that is, the legendary werewolf stands in front of me, I can also blow its head with one shot!"

There's no denying that the rapid development of industry is changing this era, and the fangs and claws of the monsters that were once the nightmare of humanity seem to be a little out of touch in front of these man-made horror weapons.

Human beings are progressing, from the inside out, and never stopping!

"Two gentlemen, ahead of the Bangli district, as a coachman, I have to protect my job, I'm very sorry, I don't want to go back and be resigned. ”

Bangli District, one of the slums of Pston, has an environment that can be summed up in three words: dirty, messy!

"Let's go, his reason is irrefutable, if we get in, the carriage will probably have to go straight to the car wash when we come out. ”

Pushing open the door and getting out of the car, a sour smell came to the face, which made the two people who were still in the clean compartment a second involuntarily frown.

"Hiss~ This road seems to be not easy to walk. ”

Seeing the scene in front of him, Donald felt that this trip was probably going to suffer.