"How is it possible, Miss Firena, I'm just an ordinary detective, but I don't have that much ability to determine who is the murderer at a glance!"

Turning the gentleman's cane in his hand, Sherlock Holmes couldn't help but shake his head helplessly when he saw the look of disbelief in Firena's eyes, and then continued:

"Besides, conjecture is different from facts, reasoning is not nonsense, and in the absence of conclusive evidence, everyone is very suspicious in my eyes, and the possibility of Marta Harry's suicide cannot even be ruled out."

"Isn't it true that things are back to square one?"

With her left hand barely propping up her head, Firena lay down in her chair a little dejected, she had thought that asking Holmes to come out would soon be able to find out the truth of the matter, but according to what he said now, things seemed to have come back to the beginning, and there was no progress in the incident.

However, in her heart, Firena did not believe that the person who killed Mata Harry would be Billy the Kid, and she did not believe that with Marta's wisdom, she would choose to commit suicide at this point in time, of course, all this is just her own wishful thinking, as Holmes said, everything needs evidence to decide.

However, the evidence that has been found now seems to point to Billy the Kid.

"Eh, that's a big ......"

With a long sigh, Firena glanced at Sherlock Holmes with a little messy heart, but found that the other party still had that indifferent expression, as if everything was under his control, and then raised her eyebrows, and couldn't help but sit up from the chair, and asked suspiciously:

"Sherlock Holmes, you can't be hiding anything from me! Judging by your expression, even if there is no conclusive evidence to prove who the murderer is, there should be some important clues or key suspects. ”

"Hahaha, Miss Firena, expression alone can't be evidence of whether a person is hiding something."

Faced with his master's questioning, Holmes was not moved at all, but joked at his master with a smile.

"Besides, as a detective, if you are not calm at this time, it is very easy to be led astray by your own emotions, which will affect the accurate judgment of the case!"

"Really?" Glancing suspiciously at Holmes, Firena was still a little skeptical, her eyes scanning back and forth over his body, wanting to get some useful information from his countenance.

"Of course!"

"Are you sure you don't?"

"Sure!"

Nodding his head with great conviction, Holmes's face remained as calm as before, without any change in the slightest.

"Since you say so, then you can watch this matter be done." Seeing that she couldn't find any flaws in Holmes's facial expressions, Firena had no choice but to give up the idea of prying information out of his mouth.

Although Sherlock Holmes covered it up well, Firena was sure that Lao Fu must have important clues pointing to the murderer in his hands, but because of his awkward detective personality, he had to take the initiative to tell the truth of the matter after the truth was revealed.

Thinking of this, Firena patted the arm of her chair, got up from the chair, and then staggered towards her room, and before leaving, waved her hand at Holmes, and said as if admonishing:

"But if there's anything you need my help with, just tell me, and I'll give you my full support."

"Of course there's no problem, Miss Firena, after all, I'm your Servant!"

The clever Sherlock Holmes, naturally, heard the meaning of Ferena's words, and knew that she had a clue, so he saluted in the direction she was leaving and responded softly.

When Firena had completely disappeared from his sight, Holmes carefully pulled out a long, thin thread from his pocket and slowly swirled it against the window.

The thin thread is as slender as a hair, as if it can be easily broken with a little force, and under the sunlight, the thin thread exudes a faint halo, and if you feel it carefully, you can also feel the slight magic aura contained in the thin thread that has not been dispersed.

"So......" Sherlock Holmes carefully studied the thin line in his hand, and a hint of sharpness flashed in his eyes from time to time.

"Let me find out who really killed Mata Hari last night."

With that, Holmes retrieved the thread and kept it, and then, with a twist, turned into an old gentleman again, and left the room where Firena was.

Time passed quickly, little by little, and in a moment of confusion, Firena was once again awakened by Matthew.

"Senior, according to the message from the messenger of Paracelsus, Miss Marta's funeral will start soon, and he told us to wait in advance at the cemetery next to the village."

"yes, let's go too."

Patting herself on the cheek, Firena quickly picked up her spirits and followed Matthew to the place Paracelsus had spoken.

Although Mata Harry has only been on the Black Island for a short time, because she does not have the arrogance of ordinary servants and is good at interpersonal communication, even if Paracelsus did not invite the villagers, there are still many villagers who spontaneously come to the cemetery next to the village to see her off after learning the burial time.

"May God open the gates of Heaven and guide the lost Lamb to Heaven......"

Amid the chanting of the village priest and the choking of the villagers, the floating earth buried Mata Hari's coffin little by little.

The burial went smoothly, and when the priest had recited the last prayer, the white cross with Marta's name was inserted on top of the newly turned soil.

"Let's go back, Matthew."

After the funeral, Firena took one last look at the cemetery, then turned around to take Matthew back to the house.

However, what she didn't expect was that before she could take a step, the villagers took the lead in taking action, and in a short time, they surrounded Firena and her followers.

"What's going on! What do you want to do? ”

Seeing that he was surrounded by a group of villagers, Blackbeard, who was a sea thief, was the first to be unhappy, and his thick beard was warped from time to time, obviously accumulating his anger to the fullest.

And Blackbeard is worthy of being a sea thief full of evil, even if he is just angry, his power makes the legs of the surrounding villagers tremble, and they unconsciously take a step back.

Under Blackbeard's questioning, the villagers pushed left and right, and after a while, a respected old man came to everyone wearing a police uniform.

"I won't say much more, although I don't know where you people came from, but now there is a murder in the village, which has caused a huge panic in the village, and after my inquiry and investigation, you group of people are seriously suspected of committing crimes."

"In order to restore peace to the village, and for the sake of Miss Marta not to die, I need to imprison all of you outsiders until the real murderer is found."

PS: The pigeon is cool for a while, and the pigeon is always cool