Bell –

Bell –

The bell tower of Birzinham, which has not changed for a hundred years, comes from the sound of the bell ringing leisurely.

This means that a new morning has arrived, and tens of thousands of people in the city of Birzinham, no matter how high or low, no matter from all walks of life, will start today's rushing life in this ethereal bell.

The smog in the sky was still there, and the thin sunlight shone with a broken glow. From time to time, pigeons pass through the air, leaving a fluttering sound.

Then in every street and alley, there was a loud shouting of selling. and the ever-familiar shouting and scolding of police chasing thieves and thieves. Or in some dark corner, the beggars and the hawkers are entangled, and the homeless people are screaming with the newsboys, porters, etc. to solicit business.

Bell bell bell ...... From time to time, the sound of horses' hooves mixed with the sound of car bells also rushed through the street. Then there is the fog and mud that pervades the morning, mixed with the strange smell of food and the choking breeze of soot and soot.

Sherlock walked the streets with a tightly strapped umbrella. Not far from Baker Street, he pressed the bowler hat on his head and looked at the spire of the Great Bell Tower.

Then he habitually took out his gold-encrusted rose pocket watch, opened it with a click, and corrected the time, which was exactly 9 o'clock in the morning. After doing this, he habitually put away his pocket watch, faced the direction of the large bell tower, and bowed slightly.

After the salute, Sherlock straightened the folds on his clothes and continued to walk towards the apartment at 23 South Baker Street.

"Maybe you want to buy a stiffer cane?"

Sherlock walked as he glanced at the thief who was being chased and ran wildly.

If it is said that in case, in case of robbery, theft, or something, or if you bump into a beautiful lady who is being molested and harassed, as a good citizen, you will definitely not be able to rely on the deterrent power of his umbrella alone!

"A cane is also required, and a pistol is also necessary...... After visiting Mrs. Madson, he went to the Sheriff's Office to pick up his equipment. ”

Sherlock thought so, and gradually turned onto Baker South Street.

The address of Apartment 23 in front of him was getting closer and closer, and Sherlock couldn't help but stop and observe carefully.

The second floor of the apartment, which was half damaged before, has been wrapped in canvas and wooden strips, as if it were a renovation site, temporarily ensuring the safety of the second floor.

The first floor was still undamaged, and at the door stood a bearded officer in a dark blue checkered white-rimmed police uniform and a tall tin hat.

Well? What does this mean, that the Social Assistance and Welfare Department is still protecting the apartment?

It stands to reason that after Mrs. Madson returns from the hospital, there will be no more officers to maintain order.

"Meow, you're back?"

Just as Sherlock was wondering, a voice came from behind him.

He looked back, and sure enough, it was a black cat with pointed ears and green eyes, coming to him from the corner.

"Why are there police here?" Sherlock asked in a whisper.

Brooke Kitten did not answer the question, but stared at Sherlock, and after a while asked in a heart-to-heart exchange:

"You've regained consciousness and regained your transcendent identity?"

Sherlock was stunned for a moment, then reacted and nodded vaguely:

"Yes."

"No wonder I feel that the distance between the seals has been getting bigger and bigger recently, I should have guessed that you have recovered your extraordinary abilities......"

Brooke muttered to himself abruptly.

"What about Mrs. Madson? Have you always lived here? Sherlock asked with concern.

Brooke nodded: "I'm happy with apartment 23, so I've been living here." Mrs. Madsen is still in the nursing home of the Welfare Department......"

Sherlock frowned and quickly asked, "She's hurt?" Is it serious? ”

"No, Mrs. Madson is safe. She's just a little sad that Malfoy didn't visit her after the accident and you moved out. However, with my company, she is much better. In addition......"

Brooke showed a puzzled expression, "She seems to like the feeling of being in a nursing home, and she doesn't really want to be discharged from the hospital and come back immediately...... Some of her neighbors had visited her, and she had made quite a few friends there......"

Sherlock thought for a moment before nodding reassuringly:

"Oh, the normal state of mind of a lonely old man. It's good that she's okay, it shouldn't be long before she's back, after all, this is her home. ”

Brooke Kitten was a little incomprehensible, but also nodded: "At present, her mental state is okay, and I am also very relieved." ”

"You seem to care more about Mrs. Madsen than I do?" Sherlock quipped.

"I don't know why...... Maybe like her, I have the mentality of a lonely old man......" Brooke replied thoughtfully, expressing some annoyance.

A sophistication who doesn't understand the world...... A transcendent kitten who needs a sense of security...... Sherlock gave an evaluation, but suddenly realized that the time spent approaching Brooke Kitten actually had a palpitation for no reason.

It's like the feeling of being threatened by a tiger or a lion. The feeling of persecution that stimulates the mind is like a kitten that will pounce on it and bite it.

Brooke also seemed to sense that Sherlock's demeanor was wrong, and he was also shocked: "It seems that the time left for the negative effects of the seal is running out......"

"You'd better avoid me in the near future......" Brooke said in a serious tone.

"What?"

Sherlock thought he had misheard, and stared at the sharp-eared black cat in front of him suspiciously.

"You don't have to know why, anyway, if I rub into you, it's just an illusion or a misunderstanding, and you try to avoid me......" Brooke explained in a whisper, but didn't explain why.

"This ......," Sherlock shook his head hesitantly and helplessly, "well, I'll try my best to avoid ......"

"You don't have to worry, though. Recently, I feel that the power of the brood of life is getting stronger and stronger. It seems that my 'instinct hourglass' has improved a lot, and I am able to refrain from some unnecessary trouble. ”

Hearing the "instinct hourglass", Sherlock immediately came to his senses and hurriedly asked:

"Can you tell us about the 'Instinct Hourglass'? I'm missing my memory, and I need that knowledge! ”

After Brooke woke up, she had experienced such troubles for a while, so she naturally understood Sherlock's eagerness to learn, and nodded:

"The 'Hourglass of Instinct' is the 'Revelation. One of the laws of instinct! ”

"Revelation. The law of instinct is the basic rule of all transcendental, which must be clearly and carefully known. Because this is the foundation of the transcendent system, and it is also the pillar of the transcendent system. ”

"There are four laws of instinct – the 'Instinct Hourglass', the 'Instinct Weight', and two more esoteric ......"

"Every transcendent, when the promotion rank enters stability, will sense the appearance of the 'instinctive hourglass'. The hourglass is the microscopic embodiment of timing and measurement. ”

"Only when your 'Instinct Hourglass' is fulfilled can you move on to the next rank. Of course, it is not excluded that there are opportunists who take risks and are willing to bear the bad consequences before they can be promoted. ”

"In short, the 'instinct hourglass' is a chronometric embodiment of your current abilities. Once you've reached it, you can move on. If you can't reach it, you have to keep the experience and wait for the consummation. ”

In fact, before Brooke explained this, Sherlock had guessed literally. The current conclusion also confirms his suspicion.

Sure enough, there is an upgrade process...... Sherlock nodded slightly.

"What? Haven't you sensed the 'instinctual hourglass' yet? Brooke asked curiously.

"Well, it may be that I have just been promoted and need time." Sherlock smiled.

"It won't be long, as long as you continue to use your extraordinary abilities and gain enough experience, you will be able to sense it." Brooke said comfortingly.

Sherlock captures this key point of knowledge and can't help asking:

"The frequent, massive, and continuous use of extraordinary abilities is experience? In other words, to enhance the instinctive hourglass to achieve perfection, it is necessary to use more extraordinary abilities? ”

Brooke's expression was slightly dazed, and he didn't know whether to nod or shake his head hesitantly:

It's so simple to understand. But that's not the simple truth. It should be said that it is to exert extraordinary power under the characteristics of one's own essentia.

For example, my essentia belief is the brood of life, which represents reproduction. Then I have to use more extraordinary power in the aspect of life reproduction and life continuity. ”

Brooke said this, paused for a moment, thought for a moment, and then said:

"Of course, everything needs to be understood by the transcendent himself. You have your ability, I have mine, how to play to increase the instinct hourglass, the route is not the same. ”

"Well, thank you very much for your guidance, it's important to me!" Sherlock smiled in thanks.

He was about to ask the so-called "Revelation. The Law of Instinct", and what other esoteric esoteric elaboration.

Suddenly, a voice came:

"Is it Little Sherlock? Oh my God, I've finally found you! ”

Sherlock and Brooke turned their heads to look.

It turned out to be Mrs. Brown, who trotted over with an eager step, carrying a slightly bloated lotus skirt.

"Hello, Mrs. Brown! How can I help you? Sherlock hurriedly stepped forward to meet him and asked politely.

Mrs. Brown gasped, took Sherlock's arm, and after a long time of panting, she stroked her chest again, and said with an embarrassed expression:

"I have visited Mrs. Madson to inquire where you are. You know, little Sherlock, in the private investigator industry, our neighbors on Baker Street, are very happy with you! ”

With the bonus points of the last pet case, Sherlock has indeed made a name for himself on Baker Street.

"Thank you for the compliment, Mrs. Brown." Sherlock smiled, "Is there anything you need me to investigate?" ”

"Yes......" Mrs. Brown nodded, but then hesitated, and lowered her voice, "It's not convenient to talk here, go to my house, I really need your help!" ”

......

Dingding, Ding......

The fragrant black tea in the ceramic tea set stirred and made a pleasant sound.

The fireplace was floating, and the wood was crackling.

Inside the small living room of the Brown family.

“...... You know, my husband's job isn't very busy. Generally speaking, you will definitely be home by 6 p.m. Among his allowances, there was reimbursement for hiring a carriage. For the tax department, these fees are ......"

Sherlock heard Mrs. Brown start to digress again, and hastened to continue:

"You just said that Mr. Brown often comes home on time!"

"Oh, yes...... Get home on time. ”

Mrs. Brown nodded, sighed, and continued:

"Lately, however, I have discovered that he is hiding what I am doing...... I tried to ask him a few times, but he was always hesitant and didn't tell me the truth! ”

"And the time he came back, even when he went to work, was not on time. Sometimes I come back late and I'm already asleep...... Sometimes he will suddenly go out and say that he wants to work overtime, but his work does not need to work overtime......"

"What do you think is Mr. Brown's reason?" Sherlock asked.

"I don't know ......"

Mrs. Brown shook her head, her face gloomy, "I have always had a good relationship with him, and I am a model to all the neighbors of Baker Street. He has a decent job, he has a good upbringing, and I am very supportive of his work......"

"Did he reveal anything? What do you don't often hear or see? Sherlock continued.

"He's been to the countryside a few times lately, but he hasn't told me why."

Mrs. Brown, whose face turned gloomy, began to have a hint of jealousy and hatred, and she squeezed the teaspoon tightly, and said:

"I suspect that he has a mistress in the country!"

Sherlock was stunned, but then sighed inwardly.

It's been once that a private detective has become a 'cat and dog detective', and now it's really the turn of the 'rape detective' business to come in......