Andy thought that the other party killed all the killers last night by himself, which is not something that an ordinary human can do, and the other party is only a teenager, so there is only one reason, and it is very likely that Sherlock is not human.

But is it possible? It would be a bit too arbitrary to conclude based on these alone, but it would be better to observe it slowly for a while, and if the result is the same as he thinks, then Sherlock will have to be removed.

At noon on the second day, after lunch, Sherlock just returned to the bedroom, but he suddenly felt an ominous premonition, welling up in his heart, just aware of it, a hand stretched out from behind to cover his mouth at once, but the man seemed to have been stabbed by something, subconsciously let go of his hand, and suddenly found that there was an extra bloody mouth on his finger.

But he found that Sherlock was biting a bloodstained and extremely sharp blade in his mouth, although it was very small, but he still found it, and couldn't help but be angry, he didn't expect the other party to be so cunning, a sharp dagger appeared in his left hand, and stabbed at Sherlock horizontally, Sherlock was startled and didn't have time to take precautions, and a bloody wound suddenly appeared in his heart.

Sherlock felt a tingling sensation coming, and before he could ease up, the dagger in the other party's hand had pierced into his body, and the blood splattered out at once, and one or two drops splashed on the man's face, and the masked man couldn't help but feel a burst of pride, thinking that this time the other party would definitely die.

Just as he turned to leave, Sherlock stood up from the ground with severe pain, holding a black pistol in his right hand, and his expression was cold: "Farewell." ”

The masked man was stunned for a moment, and as soon as he turned around, the other party had already pulled the trigger only to hear a "bang" of gunshots, and the bullet pierced his entire head from his mask, and blood splattered out, and he fell straight back to the ground.

Edwina and Troy, as well as Alfred, who was preparing dessert in the kitchen, heard the sudden sound of gunshots, and at first they were stunned, looked at each other, and saw a look of shock in each other's eyes, and hurried to Sherlock's bedroom, from smelling a vague smell of blood outside the door, as soon as he opened the door, he saw the masked man who had fallen to the ground and had already died of anger, and Sherlock who was lying in a pool of blood, covered in blood.

Alfred's whole heart almost hung up, for some reason, seeing the other party hurt so badly, he couldn't help but feel a tingling in his heart, he knew that he was not a human so this ordinary human weapon couldn't hurt him at all, Troy thought of the other party who said that he would help him fulfill his wish, if he died like this, wouldn't everything be over?

As soon as he thought of this, he hurriedly took a few steps forward, squatted down and stretched out his hand to shake the other party's body desperately, and just as he was about to call the other party's name, he heard Sherlock's voice sound: "You are really noisy." ”

Troy looked like Sherlock who had nothing to do, and was so shocked that he couldn't say a word, how could he be okay, although he didn't want the other party to die, but this was too unbelievable.

Andy put down the binoculars, and the smile on his face became more and more proud, that Sherlock was really not a human, at this moment, the other party suddenly turned his head to look over, that look made people feel cold, he couldn't help but jump in his heart, it was discovered so quickly.

Gradually, the sky darkened, the winter wind was biting, the sky was already snowing, the roofs, the trees, and the ground were covered with a thick layer of snow, it was really an unpredictable weather, Sherlock looked at the mist on the window glass, and his eyes darkened.

A tightly wrapped man walked out of the Deco dessert shop, for fear of being recognized, the black cap almost covered half of his face and looked at the stack of photos in his hand: "Frank Partridge, I will hand this picture to Her Majesty today, and avenge the extermination of our Adrian family." ”

He is the assassin who was framed to assassinate the queen a year ago, Duke Victor of the Adrian family, if he hadn't been killed, he would have been shot and killed by the other party's men, where can I find evidence in this dessert shop that can make the other party ruined, thinking that I lived carefully for revenge in this year, isn't it just to wait for this day.

Suddenly, on the balcony of an abandoned house not far away, a man wearing a deer-hunting hat held a shotgun in both hands, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at Victor's head, but at this time, the other party was still immersed in the joy of being about to avenge his family, and did not notice that danger was approaching him.

Hearing a "bang", startling the birds in the trees, Victor was shot through the head, and before the smile on his face could be retracted, the whole person had fallen backwards with blood flowing down, but until the moment when he finally stopped breathing, he was still holding those photos tightly in his hands.

The cake chef in the dessert shop poked his head out when he heard the sound, and his face turned pale with fright, and the pedestrians on the road were all stunned, who would kill people at this time, and this dead person, everyone took a closer look, and finally saw that this was not Duke Victor, the head of the Adrian family, what was going on.

The next day, Bertha came running in from outside with a letter in her hand, and Sherlock took the letter from her hand, and saw that the signature on it was only seven words, which was "Queen Victoria"

Edvina couldn't help but wonder why the queen wrote to Sherlock, could it be—

Before she could think further, the other party had already opened the letter, just to see that she could see the contents clearly, and looked at Sherlock in surprise: "Duke Victor died last night?" ”

Sherlock was also obviously surprised: "Yes, it seems that he had to do something to be assassinated before he died, and the first witness was the pastry chef of the dessert shop, and the letter mentions that the last place Quevedo went to before his death was the Cod dessert shop." ”

"So, now just go and ask the cake chef?" Edwina asked.

Sherlock shook his head, "I'm afraid it's not as simple as you think. ”

At noon, the two patronized this Kede dessert shop, the cake chef at this time, just witnessed the scene of the murder last night, for fear of being targeted by the murderer, and couldn't help but be frightened, just looked at the young man in front of him, his expression was calm, not like he came to kill people, just now the heart that has been hanging, only to let go slightly, and listen to the other party ask about what happened last night, thinking that there is nothing to hide anyway, so he said everything he knew word for word.

"That guy last night? He did come, just said that he wanted to take some photos, and after taking it, he left in a hurry, but he was just standing in front of the store, I thought he would leave after a while, so I ignored him, and went back to the kitchen to make the cake that someone else had ordered, and it didn't take long to hear the gunshots, and I ran out in a hurry after the cake was halfway done, only to see him fall to the ground motionless. ”

Sherlock frowned and continued to ask, "Take the photo, do you know what it is?" ”

The cake chef thought about it carefully, and finally shook his head: "I don't know. ”

Sherlock felt more and more that this was too strange, and if he had a photograph and knew what was on it, then everything would have an answer, it must be a photo of someone's reputation, otherwise he would not have killed someone.

The only family that has hatred with Adrian so far is the Partridge family, Frank charged Victor with the crime of assassinating Her Majesty, then everything is concluded, Victor did not die, escaped, then he will definitely find a chance to take revenge.

In addition, if Frank knew that one of his black historical photos was in the hands of the other party, in order to protect his reputation, Victor would definitely die, so if he thought about it, then the photo was the final key.

As long as you know where the photo is, just walked out of the dessert shop, on the balcony on the opposite floor, there was already a man wearing a deer hunting hat in ambush, holding a shotgun in both hands, as if it was the killer who killed Victor last night, at this time, his muzzle red cross crosshair was facing Sherlock who was a hundred meters away from him, the other party seemed to notice, and looked over here, his eyes were cold and sharp.

The man couldn't help but feel uncomfortable with this look, put down the shotgun, and raised the gun again, his fingers had already pulled the trigger, only to hear a "bang" of gunshots, Sherlock took a step back, and the bullet shattered the vase placed in front of the dessert shop.

With a "bang", debris splashed everywhere at once, and the water splashed everywhere, and the tulips that were originally competing to open were instantly wiped out.

Nona didn't expect the other party to dare to shoot in broad daylight, it was simply too bold, the man put away the shotgun and took out the walkie-talkie, and said: "Duke of Frank, the assassination failed." ”

"Useless stuff!" As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a scream from the other side, and then there was no more sound.

"Brand! Brand! Frank shouted at the intercom in a hurry, and finally there was a response from the intercom, "Duke Franck." ”

Frank was just about to speak, but he felt that the voice was extremely familiar, but it was not Brand, but—his face suddenly changed drastically, and became extremely ugly, "How could Sherlock Ford Heslett be you, Brand?" Sherlock glanced at Brand in a coma, and the corners of his mouth raised, "Brand?" I guess he's getting a good night's sleep right now. ”

Frank's face became more and more ugly, and he blurted out, "You killed him?" ”

Sherlock's smile turned extremely cold, "No, but if you don't want him dead, you'd better get something in exchange, otherwise—Edwina, shoot." ”

"Wait a minute!" Frank couldn't help but secretly scold Brand for not being successful enough and more than failing, and hurriedly said, "What do you want?" ”

"Edwina, wait a minute." Sherlock's tone suddenly became extremely cold, "The photo you took from the murder scene. ”

Frank's heart jumped, almost dumbfounded, he didn't expect the other party to know so quickly, but if that kind of photo leaked out, it would definitely cause great damage to his reputation, and if he didn't get it right, he might be ruined, so it was better to-: "You let the person go first, and I'll give you the photo." ”

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, when he was a fool? I'm afraid that if I really do this, I will only get a result in a bamboo basket in the end: "It seems that the photo is really with you, but if you don't cooperate, then you have to let Brand say goodbye to you." ”

"Wait!" Frank gritted his teeth in hatred, "I promise you. ”

Gritting his teeth when he said this, he then put the walkie-talkie down on the table heavily, and in his heart he had scolded Sherlock over and over again, and finally he could only take the photo and change Brand back.

After Sherlock got the photo, he checked it very carefully, and after making sure that there was no problem, he pushed Brand to the other party, and only said four words, "There will be a date later" Sherlock picked up Edvina and jumped on the fence, and jumped down.

Frank watched the two of them fall firmly on the balcony of the dessert shop, and then suddenly looked back at the frightened Brand on the side, raised a kick and kicked him in the shoulder, kicking him upside down, and his tone was already angry: "All this has been ruined by you, what use do I want your brother to do, if it weren't for saving you, why would I hand over such an important thing!" ”

He knew that Sherlock would not immediately give the photo to Her Majesty, and that he would definitely choose an appropriate time and have a chance to steal it back.

"Are you sure you don't turn in your photos now? What if those people come to steal the photos? Edwina asked, worried.

"They don't have that chance." Sherlock put the evidence of Frank's killing of Victor and framing the Adrian family, as well as the photos of the other party trading drugs, in an envelope and handed it to the messenger next to Her Majesty, "because tonight is the time of the other party's death." ”

As soon as Frank heard that Sherlock's evidence and photographs had been delivered to Her Majesty, his whole heart sank to the bottom, it was over, it was all over, and he was greeted with a tragic death.

Sure enough, when Her Majesty received the news at night, she was furious and sent soldiers to break into Partridge's mansion overnight, and when they arrived at the hall, they found that Frank had committed suicide by poisoning himself in full clothes, and everyone else in the mansion had run away except for the owner.

People couldn't help but sigh in their hearts: It's really a blessing and a curse, thinking that the Partridge family was still a famous family at the beginning, but now they have been beheaded all over the house, and Frank was a high duke a second ago, but now he is dragged away with a roll of broken straw mats.

Eventually, the Partridge family was stolen, and all the contents of the mansion and warehouse were confiscated into the treasury.

It's just that they haven't thought of it yet, and the culprit who caused everything, the head of the Ford Heslett family, Count Sherlock.