Sherlock was holding the second page of vellum in one hand and the thin chain that exposed the buttons in the other, when he suddenly saw the Bone Altar and the Black Mist Vortex, all of which disappeared before his eyes.

"Whew...... I guessed right, removing this page will lift the altar ......"

"Huh? How did I remove this page? ”

Sherlock breathed a sigh of relief, and then became a little confused.

It seems that when you reach out your hand, you feel like you're being stung. Then it was unhindered, and the whole process was smooth and natural, but a little unreal......

"There are too many mysterious things, and I don't care about one more ......"

Sherlock chose to take it from his heart and stop thinking about the inexplicable.

He was about to put away the second page of the vellum, but his fingertips were tingling. The paper squirmed from his fingers, like a "paper worm", out of his grasp.

Then, as if walking in the air, the second page "Itself" squirmed forward arch by arch, and swooped down on the large copper-rimmed desk at a rapid speed.

The little antique book was still open, and the second page was drilled in.

With a faint sound of pages, the second page turned itself over and closed itself. Poof, the whole little book closes, and there is silence on the desk.

Things had come to this point that Sherlock felt that his nerves had become thicker, and he felt a sense of calm and ......

"Well, without hurting me, this little book is a good thing. After all, sending back a bunch of missing pets for me can offset the credit. ”

Sherlock shook his head and tucked the thin chain back into the pocket pocket of his pocket watch.

He looked at the pile of pets in front of him.

Ever since the Bone Altar and the Black Mist Vortex were gone, the pets had lost some sort of strange restraint. You can see that there are faint movements, but overall, they all look sluggish.

When Sherlock looked at them, they looked at Sherlock.

The eyes of all the pets are all in unison.

But in this large mass of eyes, there were dazed, frightened, confused, and trembling, but none of them resisted or made trouble, and there was not even a sound.

In the living room of the office, there is a bizarre and ridiculous atmosphere.

Sherlock: "......"

He pulled out the gold-encrusted rose pocket watch again and opened the lid with a click.

The time hand points to 18 o'clock in the evening, and it seems inappropriate to return the pets and disturb the neighbors.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow during the day, all the staff will be sent according to the transcript."

Sherlock looked at the pets in front of him speechlessly, and it could be seen that even if he shot them with a shotgun, these pets would not escape.

Or is it the after-effects of the altar ceremony......

Sherlock's comforting explanation, ignoring the pets and letting them ......

。。。

On the tablecloth decorated with white hibiscus flowers, there are candlesticks with traces of age. Then there was a plate, a silver knife and fork, a plate of yellow bread, and a prepared jam.

A fragrant pork bone and lettuce bisque is served, along with a large bowl of potato wedges. Mrs. Madson was delighted tonight and fried five extra small fish.

The atmosphere for dinner was convivial.

Sherlock tore at the not-so-soft bread and chewed slowly, listening to Mrs. Madson tell about the adoption of a kitten.

"What kind of bread is this, the taste is very sour, and the residue is a little too much......"

"The potatoes are hot and fragrant, and the pure agricultural products in the countryside are the truth of taste."

"How does this soup have a sweet taste? Sweetened? It's horrible! ”

"Fried fish without seasoning? Sprinkle salt and eat dry? It's horrible! ”

Sherlock was eating his food while complaining in his heart.

As a big foodie country, the people have their own sense of superiority in terms of food.

"Sherlock ......"

"Sherlock?!"

Mrs. Madson's voice was heard.

Sherlock came to his senses from the chaos of his thoughts, and hastened to reply, "What's the matter, Mrs. Madson......"

"There's something wrong with you today, Sherlock."

Mrs. Madson looked at Sherlock, "I just said that I want to adopt that little black cat, do you have any opinion?" ”

"No, no opinion, if you like it!" Sherlock nodded in agreement, then looked around, "Huh?" Why didn't you see the cat? ”

"The little guy is in the kitchen, it seems to be very shy, alone in the kitchen eating my fried fish, it looks like it likes the environment!" Mrs. Madson smiled.

"There's a feeling that you're deliberately avoiding me......"

Sherlock sneered, retracting his gaze, no longer thinking about the cat that was causing trouble.

The safe repatriation of 17 pets is the most important thing at the moment.

After dinner, Sherlock hurried upstairs to his room.

He thought about it for a moment and went to the bathroom again to find an old sheet. The sheets are then cut into strips of cloth with scissors and knotted into long strips of cloth.

Secured with four chairs, Sherlock circled the cloth straps and enclosed all the pets inside.

With everything ready, Sherlock stood aside, surveying his masterpiece.

It's funny though......

But it seems that these pets are more honest after being encircled, huddled together sluggishly and quietly, without the slightest sign of escape or trouble.

"That's probably what happens to people who take the last cheap train at Birzinham's municipal train station every day......"

Sherlock sighed, because he had also lined up and knew it well.

......

In the dead of night, in the wee hours of the morning.

In the living room of Sherlock's office, darkness was plunged.

Only the faint night outside the bathroom window poured in, adding a dark shadow to the dark living room.

A bunch of pets of all kinds, as if asleep, were sluggishly clustered. There was no sound, no movement, silence and serenity.

Facing the living room window outside Baker Street, a dark blue curtain shrouded the glass.

Suddenly!

The shadows of two black claws, resting on the glass.

Immediately, a small shadow of the body also appeared on the glass along with the shadow of the claw. A pair of green pupils stared through the glass at the environment in the living room.

Silently, the black claws gradually sank into the glass.

It was like a lake rippling slightly, and two black paws melted into the glass and penetrated strangely. Then the torso, then the other two hind paws, and finally the black tail raised high.

The dexterous and strange sharp-eared black cat, like a ghost, walked through the glass completely, stepped on the edge of the narrow inner window, and examined the living room with vigilant eyes.

It stared at the strangely quiet bunch of pets, a sneer flashing through its eyes.

This means that it can see the pets and is not affected in the slightest.

The sharp-eared black cat jumped on the floor of the living room with an agile body, quietly like a feather, and slowly walked towards the bedroom in an elegant posture.

It came to the bedroom door and listened.

Sherlock, who was sleeping in the bedroom, let out a low snoring sound, slept soundly.

The sharp-eared black cat nodded, then turned around and scurried nimbly towards the desk.

At the moment, on the desk, the antique book is still folded.

The sharp-eared black cat stared at the book, the soft long whiskers on the cat's lips trembling violently. Its pupils reveal complex emotions, including fear, apprehension, anger, and helplessness......

It hesitated for a moment, then stretched out its front paws to flip the little book.

But at the moment of contact, it gave up, looking very frustrated.

The sharp-eared black cat turned its head again, staring at the bedroom door with a resentful look, as if it wanted to enter, but was on the verge of struggling and fear.

At this moment, there seemed to be a flash of light in the bathroom.

The sharp-eared black cat's body suddenly bowed, apparently frightened.

It turned sharply and looked at the bathroom.

At this moment, by the washbasin in the bathroom, a small mirror that had just been placed on the table emitted a faint moonlight shadow. Not very bright, but enough to attract attention.

Wisps of thick fog rose from the mirror. Then a large shrouded curtain is formed. There seemed to be an endless murmur, lingering in the thick fog, rippling like a tide.

The pupils of the sharp-eared black cat flashed in confusion, and at this moment, it seemed to be affected. Then, like a marionette, it walked away slowly.

Step by step, the sharp-eared black cat entered the washroom blankly and jumped onto the wash basin.

At the moment when he jumped on the wash basin and looked at the fog and mirror, the sharp-eared black cat seemed to wake up.

But its pupils were already drawn to the mirror, and its entire body stretched out into the thick fog.

"Meow ......"

A faint exclamation.

The sharp-eared black cat struggled in horror, but only this disappearing scream remained, completely pulled by the thick fog, and melted into the fog at an incredible speed.

In an instant, the mirror darkness goes out, the light and fog disappear, and everything disappears.

The whole office fell into silence and serenity again.

。。。

At this moment.

Sherlock, who was sleeping on the bed in his bedroom, was startled by a flurry of voices.

It was like a murmur from afar, whispering in his ear.

Then there's a hot head, a racing heartbeat, and restless sleep.

"Hoo ......"

Sherlock let out a long breath, completely conscious.

He muttered, habitually reaching under the pillow to touch his pocket watch.

The moment the fingers touched, I felt the heat and tremble.

"Huh?"

Sherlock is already somewhat familiar with this phenomenon, which represents the call of the "world in the mirror".

He quickly sat up, took the pocket watch in his hand, and opened it with a click.

Sure enough, the mirror of the inner cover of the pocket watch was surrounded by thick fog and words.

It was the kind of urging mental fluctuations that made him recite.

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