Violet set out from Faulkner Mansion in a carriage early the next morning, not only dressed herself up for the first time, but also smiled brightly as if something good was about to happen in the next second.

She could already imagine Sherlock's joy when she received the gift she had carefully prepared.

"Miss—"

Ina only felt that she was smiling from beginning to end, and couldn't help but feel her scalp tingle, worried about whether she was stimulated by something, Violet came back from her fantasy, turned her head to look out the window, and found that the carriage had entered Locke Commercial Street.

Suddenly, a hot liquid splashed on her face without warning, and she subconsciously raised her hand to wipe it, but when she saw the blood on her hands, the whole person was stunned all of a sudden, and she couldn't come back to her senses for a long time, but her face was already pale.

The coachman did not dare to stop for a moment and drove the carriage forward, when an arrow pierced his throat from behind, and the whole man fell out of the carriage crookedly, and the horse was frightened and kept galloping forward, and from a distance a sharp arrow shot straight through, and in an instant it pierced through the horse's head.

After the horse neighed violently, Violet and Ina were terrified when they saw that they were about to fall down with the carriage.

Sherlock grabbed the carriage at the last moment, lifted the whole carriage up, and then laid it firmly on the ground, and cut the reins with his sword, and the dead horse fell to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Before Violet could recover from her fear, the carriage door was opened from the outside, and she turned her head in surprise to see that it was Sherlock's handsome face, and she couldn't help but be happy, and threw herself into the other's arms.

There was a violent tremor on the ground, and a huge circular sphere covered with giant thorns rushed towards this place at a speed of 100 meters, and those stingers flew like raindrops in an instant.

Sherlock pushed Violet aside Edvina and Ina and shouted, "You two, protect her!" ”

"Sherlock!"

Violet didn't expect the other to push herself to the two of them.

"Black Gentleman!"

Sherlock lifted the blindfold of his right eye, and a blood-red light burst out from his right eye, and a huge red six-pointed star array appeared again under his feet, and a black smoke appeared behind him, and he wore a black bowler hat, dark red eyes, a pair of studs on his earlobe, and a huge scythe on his left shoulder.

Violet looked at the scene in front of her in complete shock, forgetting even her fear, and trembling in almost disbelief, "How... How could it be..."

Compared to the fear she had just had, she felt that being deceived by the person she cared about for so long made her feel even more chilled.

The man who had been standing on the balcony of a mansion and watching all this happen, seeing this scene, couldn't help but raise a meaningful smile on the corner of his lips: "I see, the person who can control and control the black gentleman is really not a human, but a demon contractor."

Should she praise Sherlock for her good acting skills, or scold herself for being stupid, at this moment she has forgotten that the other party saved her.

Then, after watching the show, the mysterious man turned around and disappeared.

"Sherlock Ford Heslett, we'll see you later."

Suddenly, a huge explosion sounded, and the poisonous arrow ball exploded all at once, and the venom splashed everywhere, and Sherlock, put away the long sword, and the black gentleman disappeared all at once.

Then he saw Violet walking towards him, and then, looking at the blue box in the other person's hand, he was about to speak, but he saw the emotions in her eyes, anger, contempt, and disgust, and immediately took back the words that had been on his lips, and he knew that she had seen everything.

Violet held back the tears in her eyes and smashed the blue box in her hand towards him: "Big liar, I don't want to see you again!" ”

Then he turned around and ran away, and Ina chased after him before she even had time to say hello.

Sherlock seemed to feel that a certain part of his heart seemed to crack, and even the only relative had left him, he was obviously not human, and he didn't need any relatives at all, squatted down, picked up the small blue box on the ground, stood up, opened the lid, and inside was a pair of blue studs.

A voice full of sarcasm sounded overhead: "Sherlock, I'm afraid this feeling of betrayal and separation is not pleasant, right?" ”

Sherlock raised his head, but saw that it was Anderson who he had just seen on the balcony of the abandoned mansion, and his expression suddenly became cold: "It has nothing to do with you, don't be verbose." ”

Turning around to leave, behind him, Anderson didn't intend to let the other party go like this: "What are you doing so excited?" I just feel that the people who are with you don't seem to have a good end, even if they are still alive, they have left you, it's really pitiful-"

As soon as his words fell, the other party slashed at him with a sword, although he avoided it in time, but a long bloody wound was still cut out of his neck, and he was suspicious that if he hadn't dodged in time, he was afraid that even his head would have fallen to the ground.

Sherlock's gaze had become very cold, and his tone was even more full of anger: "Anderson, you are not qualified to dictate my affairs, because in my eyes, you are nothing. ”

After speaking, before the other party could speak, he had already turned around and walked away with Edwina, and the next moment, he disappeared.

Anderson looked at the blood on his hands and couldn't help but sigh secretly: "With such a bad temper, no one deserves it." ”

After returning to the mansion, after Violet calmed down, she felt that she was a little impulsive, thinking of the lonely look of the other party at that time, and thinking that although the other party had been hiding from her, he had not hurt her, and he had saved himself today.

And when I still say that kind of thing, I really feel indescribable guilt in my heart.

In an abandoned mansion, Sherlock awoke from his coma and found that his hands were tied behind him with iron chains, which seemed to be made of a special material, and he felt that he could not use any strength in his body.

A masked man in a white hooded cloak was clearly the same one from last time, holding a glass jar containing green bodily fluids and a strange black smoke, and the White Lotus cultist—Harrison reached out and pinched his mouth open.

"Don't get excited, we just want you to help us do the experiment, and we want to see if you, the contractor, can break the poison by yourself without an antidote."

After he finished speaking, he was about to pour poison into Sherlock's mouth, but he was not afraid at all, as if the other party's hand was not poison, but boiled water, and suddenly, a sickle with strange purple-black smoke lingering around him, stretched out from behind him and crossed in the middle, stopping the other party's move, Harrison looked at the sickle, but he was completely shocked, only to see that the black gentleman was looking at him with an extremely cold look, and he couldn't help but feel deep fear from the bottom of his heart.

Sherlock raised his head, and the "pentagram" in his right eye was seen by Harrison very clearly at this time, it was so clear that it couldn't be clearer, and before he could react, the other party had already opened his mouth and ordered: "Black gentleman, order you to get rid of Harrison Andrew immediately!" ”

“yes，my lord。”

Harrison's back was wet with cold sweat all of a sudden, his heart was full of fear, and he didn't open his mouth to beg for mercy, he had seen the power of the black gentleman before, how could he, an ordinary human being, be the opponent of Sherlock and the black gentleman, in an instant, the right hand holding the glass bottle had been cut off, blood splattered out at once, and his terrible scream almost toppled the roof, making the scalp tingle.

Sherlock burst into laughter, and his laughter was clearly filled with endless mockery: "What a terrible scream, like a pig being strangled in a slaughterhouse." ”

The black gentleman cut off Harrison's left hand in a blink of an eye, Harrison's screams had changed tone, there was no human voice at all, a pair of severed hands kept dripping blood on the ground, his face was already like ashes, his eyes were full of fear and despair, he stood up and ran out, the next moment, even his right leg was cut off, he fell to the ground all of a sudden, looking extremely embarrassed and miserable, where is the arrogance when he kidnapped Sherlock.

He now even had the heart to die, both hated Sherlock and feared the other party, this man was simply the last bit of human affection, and the sharp pain made him faint all at once.

Sherlock stood up, just about to speak, his body suddenly hung in the air, and the black gentleman who didn't say a word on the side actually hugged him horizontally, and as soon as he opened the door and walked out, he saw Edwina and Esther standing outside, looking at this scene, but as if they were used to it, but their smiles had a hint of indescribability.

Sherlock knew what was going on in the minds of all four of them without asking, looked at the black gentleman and said, "Let me go." ”

The black gentleman put him down, saluted, and then disappeared, and Violet came with Ina, and it was then that she found Sherlock with the gift she had given him on her earlobe, and she did not expect to say those words to him this morning, and instead of being angry, the other party was wearing the pair of studs.

Thinking of this, she raised her feet and walked over, and as soon as Sherlock turned her head, she saw Violet walking towards her, and there was a hint of surprise, and before she could react, the other party stood on tiptoe and hugged him.

Sherlock was stunned all of a sudden, his heartbeat almost stopped beating, the air around him seemed to be stagnant, Violet let go of him, but found that his fair and handsome face was stained with a layer of red, Edvina and Esther were even more afraid of death, and they came over and looked at it with bright eyes: "It's the first time I've seen the young master blush." ”

Sherlock said angrily, "Have you seen enough?" It's time to go back. ”

The four of them nodded vigorously, and the four idiots who were alive and well, Sherlock sighed helplessly.

Late at night, in the Franklin mansion, the moonlight illuminated the whole corridor through the window, Viscountess Howard, Mierna Franklin held a book in her hand, and walked slowly on the corridor, suddenly, only to hear the sound of "bang" glass breaking, her temple was pierced by a bullet at once, a stream of hot blood splashed out, and then she fell to the ground at once, and died on the spot.

Early the next morning, in the Ford Heslett mansion, a carrier pigeon flew in through the window, landed on a swing, and held a letter in its mouth, and Sherlock took the letter, needless to say, it was Her Majesty's, and it was a homicide.

When I opened the letter, I saw that the contents read: The Franklin family, the wife of the head of the family, Viscount Howard, Mierna Franklin, was assassinated in her mansion last night, and you are limited to two days to catch the real culprit.

Edvina was almost surprised, "How is this possible in two days?" ”

Sherlock put away the letter and said, "Because time is limited, we have to move faster, and I don't have the word "impossible" in my dictionary of life. ”

Edvina nodded as if she didn't understand, and Esther's three-person kitchen poked her head out, holding the kitchen utensils in her hands, and asked, "What are you going out for us?" ”

Sherlock turned around and replied, "You can take care of today's dinner." ”

"Yes!"

In the blink of an eye, the carriage stopped in front of the gate of the Franklin mansion, and the two were ushered into the room by the servants one after the other, and in the hallway, Sherlock looked at the large pool of blood on the pale brown patterned walls, and the bullets deeply embedded in them, and the ballistics of 5,700M on the windows, apparently German MSG90 sniper rifles.

And the range of the rifle is only 300 meters, according to such a range, one shot through the head of the deceased, and in the middle of the night accurately shot the deceased, either for this day to train for a long time, or already a sharpshooter.

However, what did the murderer kill Mirna, there was nothing missing in the house, indicating that it was not for money, and there were no other innocent victims, indicating that it was not a random killing, and it was prepared for a long time.

Edvina ran over and said, "I heard that Mirna's carriage once hit and killed a little boy, but she didn't even come down to see it on the spot, and rushed away. ”

Sure enough, it was a revenge seeker, and Sherlock looked at Edvina and asked, "Do you know the name of the little boy who was killed?" ”

Edwina thought for a moment and said, "I remember it was called Jim, and I can't remember what my full name was." ”

Sherlock frowned: "Then I have to go to Duke Renard's palace." ”

Edwina was puzzled: "What are you looking for him?" ”

Sherlock glanced at her and replied, "Renard is a well-known doctor in England, and he can surely find a deceased man named Jim." ”

Edwina was dumbfounded, how could she have forgotten this person, and after saying a few words to the servant, she and Sherlock got into the carriage and went to Winifret, Renard's mansion, Nona stepped forward and raised her hand to ring the doorbell, and after a while the door opened, and it was Renard himself who opened the door, he was dressed in a gray private suit, his hair was combed neatly, and he wore monocle gold wire glasses on his face, and the whole person looked polite and easy to get along with.

When the other party saw that it was Sherlock, he was taken aback, and he was very surprised, because in his impression, there were very few other parties, and he had hardly been here, so what was the reason for the sudden visit today, there was nothing bad about Heng Zhi, so he introduced people into the house.

The servant brought three cups of black tea, and Renard looked at the other party and asked, "What is the matter with Earl Ford Heslett looking for me today?" ”

"I'm just looking for help from Duke Renard." Sherlock took a sip of the taste—it was Earl Grey tea, put down the teaglass, raised his head and said: I know that Duke Renard is a famous doctor, and there must be information about the deceased, "I know that Duke Renard is a famous doctor, and there must be information about the deceased." ”

The smile on Sherlock's face was faint, almost imperceptible, but his tone was very calm.

"I see, so whose information do you want?" Renard asked.

Sherlock glanced at Edwina, but found that the other party was trying to stuff pastry in his mouth, where was the report to report, and the whole thing was a foodie, so he had to continue: "Information about a little boy named Jim. ”

Although Renard was puzzled in his heart, and it was inconvenient for him to ask more about other people's affairs, he smiled and said, "Wait a minute, I'll look for it." ”

After a while, the other party came over with the information and said, "Here." ”

Sherlock took it and flipped it over: "I see, the name of the deceased was Jim Kress, who died at 9:56 a.m. on Saturday, November 11, 1856, so that the scope of the investigation was greatly reduced. ”

Edvina raised her head when she heard this: "The murderer is from the Kress family?" ”

Sherlock returned the information to Renard, thanked him, said goodbye and left the Winifred mansion, got into the carriage, and said, "Yes, the murderer hid in the grass due west in the middle of the night and shot the deceased with an MSG90 sniper rifle, but the murderer probably already knew that we were investigating, so we can't startle the snake." ”

Late at night, in the hallways of the Franklin Mansion, under the moonlight, the sound of a man in a pale pink bohemian dress, long purple hair shawl, and white high heels hitting the ground was unusually clear in this quiet environment. Duke Chapman Cress, finally, has caught you.

In the darkness, a man wearing a peaked cap and a black jacket on his head, holding a German MSG90 sniper rifle in his hand, pointed the red cross crosshair at the girl on the corridor through the window, and pulled the trigger at once.

"Bang" The sound of breaking glass sounded, but there was no scream, Sherlock was holding the bullet that originally killed him between the two fingers of his left hand, and turned his head to look extremely cold, the man didn't expect to miss, and was about to escape while it was dark, but he saw that the bullet flew here again, and before he could react, the bullet had pierced his entire knee, and his leg was bleeding for a while.

"Duke Chapman Cress, finally, got you."

The man only felt that this voice was really indescribably weird, it was like it came from hell, and he couldn't help but feel numb in his scalp and his heart was even more frightened.

"Sherlock Ford Heslet?! Little slut, dare to lie to me, you are just a dog by Her Majesty's side, little slut! ”

Sherlock's gaze became extremely sharp, and a hard slap fell on the face, knocking Chapman's face crooked in half, his teeth flew off, and his mouth was full of blood: "Insult me? You're not qualified enough, black gentleman take people away. ”

Chapman was almost like he had been beaten in the head, and before he could recover from the shock, he had already been picked up and taken away by the black gentleman.