Night is slowly falling.

The sky over Birzinham is once again cloudy, and the rainy season is approaching.

Click!

The door to the apartment at 23 Baker South Street was closed by Sherlock's backhand.

He stood outside the door and looked up at the night.

"Are you really going?"

Sherlock's ears rang with Brooke's distinctively soft voice.

Mrs. Madson said that Malfoy's private life, financial savings, and so on, were all normal. He didn't have a reason to sell the apartment, which was a strange idea. ”

"Also, in my image, Malfoy, though a proud man, has more respect for Mrs. Madson. It is very immoral for him to send his adoptive mother to live in the countryside. ”

"The most important thing, he said I know the address of the club, I do. But strangely, I didn't know anything about what was in that place, and my memory was missing. ”

Sherlock explained in a whisper as he took out his gold-encrusted rose pocket watch and looked at the time, it was exactly 19:05 in the evening, and he was almost ready to go.

"I think he's dangerous, and if you approach him, there's even more danger." Brooke said with a warning.

"I could hear his hints, he wanted me to go." Sherlock said, turning back and asking:

"Do you think he's extraordinary?"

The sharp-eared black cat squatted in the shadow corner, thought for a moment, and whispered to each other:

"I can't draw conclusions unless I get a closer look at him. All I can tell you is that there is a dangerous aura about him. ”

"But the Malfoy I know is just a bank clerk, not a weirdo with extraordinary abilities. So ......"

Sherlock stared at Brooke and smiled:

"Will you come with me? My safety is also important to you. ”

Brooke's green eyes stared at Sherlock, and after a moment, he said stiffly:

"Give me a drop of the blood of a sleeper."

Sherlock was prepared, took a pin from his sleeve, opened it and pricked his finger. Then he gritted his teeth and frowned, squeezed out a trace of blood, and handed it to Brooke.

Brooke still had her head tilted up, her tongue licking her blood.

Sherlock felt his fingertips flutter like electricity again.

Luckily, when Brooke managed to get blood, the wounds on his fingers healed quickly. Otherwise, Sherlock would have to worry about whether he would prick his finger every time he pricked it......

"Alright, let's go." Brooke said without emotion, moving forward.

When a man and a cat came out into the street, Sherlock summoned a hired carriage, and after explaining the location, the coachman pulled the reins and clicked...... The carriage galloped away.

。。。

The destination is located 10 kilometers away on Iron Cross Street.

It was close to 20 o'clock in the evening, and the carriage finally came to a slow stop.

Sherlock took out 40 crowns and paid the fare, then straightened his top hat and placket and walked towards his target building. Brooke followed, like a black ghost.

In the middle of nowhere, on the corner of the street, next to a few luxuriant trees, is a three-story building with a high-walled courtyard.

The courtyard is pitch black and winding in circles, with outdoor gas lights installed at intervals at the top. The hazy light dispersed, casting huge shadows on the three-story building.

There are not many windows on the outside of the building, and this way of building is very unusual. The whole looks like a fortress made of stone and wood. The only few windows are covered with dim light and shadow, which is densely hidden by curtains.

At the back of the building there were several large chimneys standing in the darkness, like monster fangs, looking down on the whole area.

Outside the courtyard, several private carriages are parked. Judging from the decoration and materials, they are either rich or expensive. There were also a few men dressed as servants, huddled in the corner, smoking and chatting.

In front of the spiked iron fence courtyard, there stood a burly and tall doorman with a dark complexion, a thick turban, a bearded face, and a guard uniform.

Sherlock stood at the far end, surveying the strange place.

There are no signboards in the courtyard or building, so it is impossible to know what the premises are.

Except for the address in his memory, Sherlock had no image.

"I came back to life in the bathroom on the second floor of my apartment, and I lost my memories for more than three months. What exactly is the reason? ”

Sherlock muttered to himself and walked towards the courtyard gate.

"Stop, sir! Do you have an appointment? ”

One of the bearded doormen, with his thick arms outstretched early, blocked Sherlock.

"I'm a friend of Mr. Malfoy's, and I've been invited."

Sherlock took out the piece of cardboard and handed it over.

The bearded doorman looked at Sherlock, then at Sherlock, and finally at the sharp-eared black cat.

"No pets, sir!"

"It's not a pet, it's my companion. I have to take it in! ”

Sherlock replied in a stiff tone.

The bearded doorman, with the baton in his hand, knocked on the sign behind him that was half blocked by him, and also said heavily:

"Do what you do, sir!"

Sherlock looked up and saw that the sign read:

"Pets and evil spirits are not allowed."

"Did this work?" Sherlock looked at the doorman speechlessly.

"If you insist on bringing it in, pay 1 gold pound, that's the rule." The bearded janitor continued.

Speaking of which, it still needs money...... Sherlock dug into his inner pocket, took out a 1 gold pound note, and handed it to the doorman in pain.

The bearded doorman seemed to skillfully pinch the feel of the banknote, glanced at the anti-counterfeiting pattern at the gas light, and then put it into his arms with satisfaction and made a gesture to invite in.

The towering iron gate was opened, and along the brick road, there was a staircase.

On the stairs, there is another heavy iron-clad gate, but there are no guards.

Sherlock continued upwards and pushed the door open with all his might.

Suddenly, a stream of smoke mixed with the smell of sweat and alcohol came to the face.

"It's a bar?!"

Behind the door there was another step, but it was down.

Below is a not-so-bright space, with an old wooden bar in the middle of the room. Then at a distance there is the wine table, and the passage obscured by the baffle.

At the moment, there are a few people in different clothes at the bar, drinking and chatting. At the other wine tables, there were guests playing cards and gambling, and from time to time they made a shouting sound.

"How can I help you? Mr! ”

A middle-aged man with two black beards and a shrewd appearance, dressed in a waiter's costume, hurried up to greet him.

"I'm a friend of Mr. Malfoy's, and I'm here by appointment." Sherlock continued to hand over the piece of card.

Blackbeard's attendant glanced at it, nodded and said:

"What do you call you, sir?"

"Sherlock."

"Yes, Mr. Sherlock, please wait. If you need anything, please tell the people at the bar that everything is free of charge. ”

After the blackbeard waiter finished speaking, he immediately turned around and hurried away, entering the passage behind the baffle.

Sherlock pretended not to care about the people who patrolled the entire bar, and judging by their dress and temperament, they should not be ordinary people.

"All of them are transcendents of the 9th order, and I can't tell what the specific essentia is, for the time being. You have to be careful, this place is even more dangerous than I imagined! ”

The voice of Brooke's heart-to-heart whispering reached Sherlock's ears.

Sherlock nodded casually, and stood calmly in the shadows where the light was not shining, waiting for an echo.

After about ten minutes, the blackbeard waiter hurried back.

"Please follow me, Mr. Sherlock!"

Blackbeard's attendant led the way, and Sherlock followed quickly.

Turn into the baffle passage, and you will be greeted by a pitch-black entrance to the corridor.

There is no lighting in the corridor, and although it is not impossible to see the five fingers, it is difficult to see what is inside.

Blackbeard's attendant led the way in silence, and Sherlock had to bite the bullet to follow.

After walking in the dark for about a few minutes, the waiter suddenly reached out and pushed.

Finally, a light spilled out, and another heavy wooden door was silently pushed open.

Inside, it is a small living room, decorated in the style of a British aristocracy. Low-key luxury, soft light, carpets, wallpaper, ornaments, chandeliers, tables, chairs and sofas, etc., all show traces of precipitation over time.

"Sherlock, here."

A Malfoy's voice could be heard from within.

Sherlock took a deep breath and walked inside, the wooden door behind him was also closed, and the hall was suddenly dull and quiet. Only the faint crackling sound of burning came from the fireplace.

On a brown leather couch in the middle of the room, Malfoy was still wearing a black tuxedo, sitting upright, reading a newspaper in his hand.

He waved his hand, looked at the sharp-eared black cat behind Sherlock, and frowned:

"When did you get a pet?"

"Mrs. Madson adopted it, and it was very small and liked to follow me, so she brought it. You wouldn't mind, would you? ”

Sherlock took off his round-brimmed top hat, nodded in salute, and sat down on the couch opposite.

Malfoy was noncommittal, and after looking away, he stared at Sherlock again, and said slowly:

"You should know why I'm looking for you! How's it being considered? ”

Sherlock hesitated slightly, and replied in a consultative tone:

"I think I'm in too much of a hurry to move, do I think about it again? After all, that apartment ......."

Malfoy suddenly reached out and interrupted Sherlock.

He stared at Sherlock suspiciously:

"Who cares about the apartment? I'm talking about joining the 'Solomonic Society', how are you thinking about it? ”

Sherlock chuckled inwardly.

He really didn't know that there was such a thing.

At the same time, he heard Brooke's heart-to-heart whispers again:

"Be careful! In this room, there is a terrible evil force staring at you!! ”