"Mr. Rooney?"

"Mr. Rooney!!"

Sherlock looked at Rooney quizzically, and gradually raised his voice.

"Huh? Yes? ......”

Rooney woke up suddenly.

There was already a slight sweat on his forehead, his heart was pounding, he could barely hide the fear and trembling, and he gritted his teeth and forcefully withdrew his gaze.

"What's wrong with you? Do I need to see a doctor for you? ”

Sherlock looked at Rooney's state.

The man's voice in front of him was interrupted, his face was extremely pale, and his limbs were even trembling slightly, and he looked like he would faint at any time.

"It's okay, I'm fine...... Disturbed ......"

Rooney didn't even dare to look any more, hung his head, clutched his umbrella, walked briskly to unscrew the door, and hurried downstairs and rushed out the door.

Sherlock stared at it all with his mouth open, speechless.

His gaze fell on the edge of the door, and the messy rain and mud were an eyesore.

"An impolite uninvited guest ......"

"Why are people in this world a little inexplicable?"

Sherlock muttered discontentedly, took the rag from the hanger, and crouched on the ground to wipe the rain and mud.

"I'm involved in some mysterious event?"

"Something strange and dangerous has happened to this house?"

"What do he mean by that?"

Sherlock was lost in thought as he wiped the floor.

Mrs. Madson, downstairs, was also disturbed by Rooney's hurried departure. She looked outside the door, closed it, and went upstairs with a slight step.

"Sherlock, what's going on? Didn't the business come together? ”

Mrs. Madson asked in a whisper, standing outside the office door.

Sherlock wiped the edge of the door and looked up at Mrs. Madson.

The amiable old woman, dressed in a proper gray-and-blue woolen home dress, with her gray hair meticulously combed, was looking over with concern.

"It's not business, Mrs. Madson, don't worry. He was just a passing investigator who came to interview about the social issues in Birzinham......"

"Well, that's good......"

Mrs. Madson nodded, stared at Sherlock, and sighed.

"Dear Sherlock, you aspire to be a respected private investigator. But a person who regularly scrubs the table, washes the floor, and cleans the bathroom at home can easily waste tight time in his career. ”

The remark was soft, but it immediately made Sherlock blush.

He quickly got up, wrung out the rag, hung it behind the hanger, straightened the folds on the trench coat, and said ashamedly:

"You're right, Mrs. Madson. I'm sure I'll buy all the newspapers today, and I'll be able to visit everyone who has posted a finding notice! ”

Mrs. Madson continued to nod, hesitated for a moment, and said:

"I think your work should be done first on Baker Street. We have so many neighbors and quite a few decent people from all walks of life. Even small things that add up to your abilities and prestige will build up your abilities and prestige. ”

Sherlock looked at the old woman with grateful eyes and admiration from the bottom of his heart.

Mrs. Madson for Sherlock. Kidd, for his part, is the landlord and the housekeeper and nanny. Three meals a day, daily customer reception, and care and concern inside and out, it is not too much to say that she is a second mother.

If it was the previous Sherlock. Kidd, when he heard this, he went in and out of his left ear. A withdrawn and arrogant high-achieving student will never follow the advice of a retired old nurse.

So it was evident that Mrs. Madson, after she had finished speaking, was still preparing to go downstairs and leave with regret as usual.

"Mrs. Madson, is there a case among our neighbors that is suitable for me to take on? Whether it's a finding or a private investigation, I'm up to it. ”

Sherlock stepped forward, graciously took Mrs. Madson, invited her into the room and sat down, and poured her a cup of hot black tea.

He then sat down across from Mrs. Madson and listened attentively.

Mrs. Madson, apparently not accustomed to Sherlock's enthusiasm, looked at Sherlock with a black teacup.

After all, the child in the past was stubborn and unsociable, and rarely showed his true feelings.

“...... Well, some of my neighbors did mention it......"

Mrs. Madson was stunned for a moment, and after regaining her composure, she thought for a moment and said:

"Recently, something strange has happened."

"Oh? Say it! About what? Sherlock asked, expectantly.

"Recently, for more than a month, in our Baker Street, many family cats or dogs, and even geese and foals, have mysteriously disappeared and their whereabouts are unknown."

"Didn't they report the incident to the Sheriff's Office?"

"If a dog or foal is missing, the Department of Public Security will take it into account. But you know, the Sheriff's Office in Birzin has never been very reassuring...... So, so far, nothing good has happened. ”

Sherlock heard this, pondering.

Finding a pet business, no matter whether it is difficult or not, at least the employer will not give a penny of money. After all, it is their own cat or dog, and they are regarded as relatives.

But anyone who is willing to pay for a pet means that he has the ability to pay for it, and even if he is happy, he can pay more.

It's just that Sherlock used to be. Kidd, or most private investigators, was reluctant to take on the job. The reason is very simple, looking for cats and dogs, saying it doesn't add points, and those with thin faces will even feel that they have lost their detective image.

After all, no one wants to bear the title of "cat and dog detective", whether it is a good name or a bad name......

"Yes, I'm willing to take on these missing pet cases."

Sherlock was going to fight for his shriveled purse, and immediately said in earnest:

"Do you have a specific list of people? I can visit right away! ”

Mrs. Madson was so pleased with Sherlock's earnest turn that the black tea she was holding almost spilled.

"I don't have to visit one by one, I'll take you to Mrs. Brown, she's a warm-hearted person, and she understands all the cases clearly!"

。。。

Smack, smack, smack...... The dirty road was splashed with muddy water, and Rooney ran wildly.

It wasn't until he rushed to the fork in the other street that he stopped breathlessly and leaned against the wall to calm his panic.

After a long time, after a few deep breaths in a row, Rooney looked up.

From this street entrance, if you have good eyesight, you can vaguely see the roof of 23 Baker South Street, and the corner of the window sill.

At this moment, in Rooney's frightened and stunned gaze.

At the edge of the window sill at No. 23 Baker South Street, hundreds of black mist tentacles floated out unscrupulously, forming a strange pattern that shrouded steaming.

It seems to have a looming "pupil" of closed eyes, surrounded by countless black mist tentacles. Even if you look at it more, it will make people shudder and feel horrified.

"Hiss......"

Rooney took a long breath of cold air and quickly lowered his head, not daring to touch the mysterious "pupil" with his gaze.

"Do not observe, do not think, do not touch, do not desecrate......"

"Any gaze from the unknown is the beginning of a fall into the abyss of death...... Any unknown shadow of malice, any unknown source, is the dependent of an ancient evil god......"

Rooney muttered to himself, chanting the knowledge and rules of the Voyeurs.

Until he was completely at peace, Rooney made a quick start again, turned the corner, ran to the eaves of a safe house, and let out a long breath.

"I've been looking at him and the house for almost two months. Now the result is obvious, this seemingly ordinary young man does have something to do with some hidden evil organization! ”

"But he's protected by a powerful secret force, what should I do?"

"Is it to report to the captain? Or do I continue to follow up on the investigation? ”

"It's a pity that I have once again recklessly revealed my identity! Such a stupid practice, I have violated it many times...... But I didn't know this young man could be so terrible......"

"Will he be suspicious of me? Will it do it to me? ”

Rooney's face was cloudy, and he couldn't make up his mind what to do.

"The mass annihilation of animals on Baker Street must have a lot to do with this young man named Sherlock!"

"It's my independent mission, and if it fails, then promotion becomes delusional...... No, I'm going to take that responsibility! ”

Rooney gritted his teeth and swung his fists to cheer himself up.

Suddenly!

"Meow ......"

A black kitten sprang out from under him!

Rooney was caught off guard and almost threw out the "Spell Scroll" in fright.

The black kitten was like a puff of black smoke, coming and going as fast as it went, walking away from Rooney's feet and disappearing into the shadows of the far alley.

"Whew...... Just a cat, a normal cat......"

Rooney clenched his fist and coughed lightly to hide his embarrassment. Then spread out your umbrella and leave quickly.

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