Early morning after the rain.

The air on Baker Street was not fresh, and the humidity and chill were still accompanied by mist.

A bloated two-horse caravan arrived early in front of the apartment at 23 South Street. A few newspaper sellers, as well as ragged street children, watched from afar and whispered.

The bearded coachman, dressed in a thick gray suit and a bowler hat, sat in the driver's seat, impatiently waving his hand to drive away the onlookers.

Two sturdy brown horses, snorting and snorting, were waiting to start.

"Origan, do you see anything?"

Behind the corner wall at the far end, Rooney asked in a low voice. His rosacea was even redder in the morning, and he wore a thick hat to protect his hairline.

Another man, Origan, about thirty years old, was standing on the inside of the corner, looking out toward the apartment at 23 South Baker Street.

He is tall and thin, with pointed eyebrows, high nose and thin lips, and wears a crisp blue-gray suit, lined with a light-colored waistcoat and a standard wide-checked tie, and the whole person shows a shrewd and capable image.

Origan held a brown long-stemmed pipe in his hand, and he looked calm as he stared at the front of Apartment 23 as he rubbed his fingers against it.

"Obvious Rujin Riverside country style caravans, with traces of a rental circus. Nearly 12 feet tall, four-wheeled two-horse, carrying a weight of ......"

Rooney raised his hand to interrupt Origan's words, and said hurriedly with big eyes:

"I asked about the apartment! Apartment! Not to ask about the caravan! ”

Origan's face remained unchanged, and he was not embarrassed by being rudely interrupted, but fixed his eyes on the second floor of the apartment, shook his head, and said:

"Although I have the same essentia as you, the privacy you can see does not mean that I can see it. My specialty is tracing and tracking, not snooping. ”

Rooney sighed irritably.

"Why are you so interested in this little detective named Sherlock? As far as I know, there have been no mysterious incidents on Baker Street in recent times, whether north or south. ”

Origan took his long-handled pipe in his mouth, took a light inhale, and with the smoke between his nose, continued:

"The captain was recently investigating a secret organization gathering that was trying to make big news in Birzingham. I need to go to support the captain, I don't have much time left for you. ”

Rooney looked at the second floor of the apartment, the wisps of black tentacles that seemed to be permanent, gritted his teeth, and said in a low voice:

"This little detective was at that secret meeting, which is why I came here to keep an eye on him. There must be something eccentric in his room, and he himself is very suspicious! ”

"Oh? What else did you find? Origan immediately became interested.

"The neighbors who live in the neighborhood have lost a lot of pets. I suspect it's a sacrificial ritual, and he's very suspicious of committing a crime......"

Rooney's voice paused, and then said anxiously:

"Look, he's out!"

Origan cowered into the corner, squinting into the distance.

Downstairs in apartment 23, Sherlock wears a single-breasted dark midi suit, a short cape with lapels, and a round-brimmed top hat in his hand, looking like a standard image of going out to run errands.

Behind Sherlock is followed by a pointy-eared black kitten.

"What's in his hand? Cloth? ”

Rooney and Origan, both with strange faces and puzzled looks.

Sherlock also "pulled" a long cloth ribbon in his hand, made of a dozen strips of bed sheets, which looked very funny.

A man and a cat, like "grazing", slowly pedaled and entered the caravan.

Mrs. Madson also went out, said a few words, and waved goodbye.

The coachman retracted the pedals neatly, closed the rear curtain of the caravan, and then jumped back to the driver's seat and shook the reins.

Da Da Da ...... The two horses took an accelerating step, pulling the caravan and galloping away quickly.

Rooney and Origan, you look at me, I look at you, a little confused.

"Go on! Let's see what tricks he's playing! ”

Without waiting for Rooney to say anything, Origan got interested, snuffed his pipe, and hurried in the direction of the carriage.

Rooney waved his fist in a sign of excitement and quickly followed.

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The interior of the caravan is full of smoky animal smells.

This carriage was a special carriage for livestock in the countryside and was also often rented out for use by circuses. After years of cultivation of domestic animals and wild animals, the residual smell can be imagined.

Sherlock was squeezed to the very edge of the tail end, enduring the commotion, enduring the jolting of the caravan, and watching with a note in his hand.

The note was filled with the addresses of 17 homes and a list of lost pets.

"Give the high honorarium first, and then the low value."

Sherlock muttered to himself, scribbling a note with charcoal.

The sharp-eared black cat crouched beside him, not expressing any opinion, squinting at the green pupils, staring at the "empty" range inside the canopy.

Under the cover of the supernatural ability "Night Veil", all the pets are honestly huddled together. A few are a little frightened or confused, but generally very obedient and quiet.

"They don't have souls anymore, what's the use of sending them back? It is better to continue the sacrifice, and maybe get some reward. ”

Sherlock's ears rang with Brooke's soft and charismatic voice.

"Can you give back the gold pounds?" Sherlock asked.

"I can't." Brooke said without emotion.

"Then you can only send it home, after all, there is a gratuity. As for sacrifices or anything, I'm not interested at all. Sherlock leaned back against the tarpaulin and shook his head.

Brooke was silent for a while, and finally couldn't help asking:

"Is your dream to earn a small honorarium? Don't you want to regain your supernatural abilities? ”

Sherlock's heart moved.

Ever since he knew that the "transcendental" existed, Sherlock had more than once enthusiastically wondered if he would have the opportunity to contact or enter the transcendental.

But after all, he is not familiar with the transcendent system, and how to choose, he still needs to make up for it.

"Welcome to me, Catwoman Brooke." Sherlock pondered in silence, and with Brooke's help, he believed he could master supernatural knowledge.

But it's not yet time, so I will send the pet back to close the case and receive the honorarium. Then find an opportunity to get close, dispel Brooke's suspicions, and gradually acquire extraordinary knowledge.

Even Sherlock had a bold idea.

"In the world in the mirror, the guests I received were not ordinary and extraordinary in terms of words and deeds, and they should have their own power backgrounds."

"If I can continue to contact, or even form a regular exchange, I will be able to get more and stronger knowledge and help."

"Well, after the case is closed, I have to think about whether the world in the mirror is completely under my control and can meet regularly."

Sherlock thought about his plan and replied quietly:

"It will take time to regain supernatural abilities, and I don't want to rush it."

Brooke snorted secretly, silently continuing the topic.

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Rooney and Origan, following all the way, finally saw the caravan stop.

"155 North Baker Street?"

The two stared at the door of the apartment in front of them.

The rear curtain of the caravan is lifted and the pedals are lowered.

Sherlock got out of the car first, then beckoned, and the pointy-eared black cat jumped out of the car as well. Immediately, it was Rooney and Origan's surprise.

A foal, very honestly stepping off the pedal, approached Sherlock. Then Sherlock, led by Sherlock, came to the door.

Sherlock knocked on the door and said something.

In a moment, the couple in the apartment cheerfully opened the door and came out, and when they saw the foal, they let out a cry of joy, hugged and touched and kissed.

"How did he do it? I didn't even notice it?! ”

Rooney clenched his fists, his face flushed with shame.

In other words, he had already taken his pet to the car at the door of apartment No. 23 before. It should be an ability that we are not familiar with, blinding our observations. ”

Orican said thoughtfully, frowning deeply:

"He's just an ordinary person, how can he have extraordinary abilities?"

"That's the biggest suspicion in him! Oh my God, Origan, you finally understand my suffering! This guy's room, on the table, in the bathroom, and around him, are all suspicious, terrifying, unimaginably huge mysteries!! ”

Rooney had an incommunicado and shook his fists as he spoke.

"You said he went to that secret party?" Origan asked, looking up.

"Yes, I'm very, very sure! And stalked him! Rooney said with bloodshot eyes.

"Should report to the captain! If this Sherlock can blind our observations, then he must have the strength to surpass us. It's not a good idea to expose him in a hurry now. ”

Rooney hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and nodded.

The two were whispering that the caravan had departed and was heading in the other direction.

"I'm here to track, that's what I'm good at. You go report to the captain! After Origan finished speaking, he hurried after him again.

Rooney quickly turned around and hurried away.