Luo Hanya picked up a candle from the dining table and held it high, shining on the portrait hanging on the wall that was dull in color due to its age. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Sir Henry, do you see anything in the portrait?"

Sir looked at the wide-brimmed hat with feathers, the curly tassel of hair on his forehead, the collar with white lace, and the serious and serious face in the middle of the foils. Although not violent, it also appears rude, cold and severe, with thin lips, a closed mouth, and a pair of eyes that appear cold and stubborn.

"My chin looks like mine."

“……”

"Isn't that right?"

"Ahem! I mean like someone you know? ”

"There are a few people who do look a little like ......"

"Wait a minute!" Luo Hanya stood on a chair, holding a candle in his left hand and bending his right arm to cover the wide-brimmed hat and drooping long curls.

"Oh my God!" Sir Henry cried out in amazement, but after the exclamation he suddenly stopped talking, and stared intently above his head. The light shone on his face, so attentive, so quiet, almost like a typical ancient statue with a sharp silhouette - the embodiment of alertness and expectation.

"You've thought of it, haven't you?"

"Well, I'd rather believe that all my guesses aren't true......"

"But everything has happened, these are fate, and God is destined to do so."

"But what is he doing everything for?"

"Of course, it's for property, and it's definitely not a senseless vendetta."

"And how will he inherit it?"

"Of course. There is such a dilemma. If the guy wanted to inherit the property, how could he explain the fact that he, the heir, had been living in seclusion so close to the property by changing his name and surname? How could he claim inheritance without arousing suspicion and asking for an investigation? ”

Luo Hanya paused and continued: "This is indeed a great difficulty, I really can't solve this problem, but I can make a reasonable guess. ”

"I've looked into the past and the present, but what will happen to a person in the future is a difficult question to answer. There are probably three paths. ”

"First, he might be able to claim the inheritance from somewhere else, such as India or the colonies, and have the British authorities there prove his identity, so that he could get his hands on it without coming to England."

"Second, he adopted the method of concealing his identity during the short period of time he lived in London, and slowly found a way to inherit the property."

Third, he might also be able to find an accomplice to prove his identity as an heir with documentary evidence. Anyway, he always managed to solve these difficulties. ”

"Well, why do you have to do it? What a madness! Jazz pounded angrily on the coffee table.

"Anyway, now we have a goal, don't we?"

"Mr. Han, are you aware of the whole case now?"

"Yes, all the threads were broken, but now they are reconnected. This murderer obviously knows the legend of the Bach family, so he has paved the way for your uncle to die. Ruel Dunde, as I will call him, came here quietly, and learned by some means that your uncle's heart was weak and could kill him at the slightest fright—and of course he had heard that the two former knights were superstitious and believed in the terrible legend. His astute mind immediately came up with a way to put them to death and make it almost impossible to pursue the real murderer. ”

With this idea in mind, he took considerable pains to make it happen. An ordinary conspiracy planner is satisfied with the use of a vicious beast. But he must have used artificial methods to make the animal as terrible as the devil, and that would be his wit and genius. The ferocious beast - maybe a giant crocodile, of course this was only what I had surmised through Selm's confession. - He didn't know how to transport the crocodile back, so he walked a long way through the moor, hiding the damned crocodile in the depths of the moor, waiting for the opportunity to come. ”

"But the good opportunity did not come quickly, and he had to let your uncle out at night, and seize the brief opportunity, and on several occasions Ruel Duntai and his terrible crocodile lay in ambush outside, but to no avail. In the midst of these fruitless pursuits, he, or rather his terrible crocodile, may have been seen by a passing peasant, and thus the legend of the curse of Bach Manor began to circulate anew. ”

"Then how did he kill my uncle one after another?" Sir Henry asked incredulously.

"It's too simple, maybe he just wrote a letter to tell your uncle that he had returned to his hometown and wanted to talk to your uncle in the evening. Or, maybe it's just his luck, does your uncle have a habit of going out at night? ”

"This ...... I don't know my uncle, but my uncle does. ”

"Alas...... Then there is no way. ”

"It's a shame for the family that the Bach family has such a scum." Jazz clenched his fists in anger.

"A family with a long history will naturally have some scum, this is God's law in the world, no family can prosper for a long time."

Sir Henry clenched his fists and was silent for a long time, and finally spread his hands helplessly, "Mr. Han, it's too late, you go and rest, I want to be quiet." ”

…………

It was a foggy and drizzly day, and the house was surrounded by a thick fog that rose from time to time, revealing the undulating moorland of the desert, the slender streams of water on the hillsides, and the wet surface of the rocks jutting out in the distance, shimmering in the sky light, and immersing itself in a gloomy atmosphere from the outside to the inside.

The terrible weather had a bad effect on Jazz, and he looked irritably at the water outside the window, feeling a heavy heart, and a sense of imminent danger - and a constant danger, which he could not describe, and which was all the more terrible because he could not describe it.

Luo Hanya stayed by Sir's side, looked at the water outside the window, and sighed, it was obvious that the next investigation was going to be delayed again, but he was not prepared to stay in Bach Manor like this.

"Sir, I think I need to go out."

(To be continued.) )