Pier –

It was already dusk, and it was getting dark.

Wang Feng and Van Gogh stood on the deck, and Conan Doyle belatedly took something and handed it to the two.

"I didn't expect you two to go so far away, it's really a bit reluctant." Conan Doyle was a little lost.

"It's not like you'll never come back." Wang Feng took the things in Conan Doyle's hand: "What's in here?" ”

"It's information from the previous case of Jack the Ripper."

Van Gogh glanced at the cruise ship behind him.

"It's time to go."

Conan Doyle squeezed out a smile: "Don't worry, sooner or later, you'll find Sherlock Holmes." ”

Wang Feng nodded, carried his luggage and walked to the cruise ship with Van Gogh.

"Must be safe and sound......"

"I feel that you are a little indifferent now......" Van Gogh felt that Wang Feng's appearance was a bit rude, after all, Conan Doyle came to say goodbye, and he didn't even say a word of goodbye.

Wang Feng shook his head: "I hate parting, so I never say this kind of goodbye, maybe I will never see you again after saying it." ”

"That's what it looks like." Van Gogh took a deep breath: "I hope everything is well." ”

"I hope so......" Wang Feng glanced back at Conan Doyle, who was there, and sighed.

He knew that things would never end so easily, and the road would definitely not be smooth.

221B Baker Street―

A familiar figure slowly walked up the stairs, then kicked off the blanket in front of the door and took out the key hidden under the blanket.

He inserted the key into the lock and opened the door, then deftly walked to the couch and sat down on it.

"The game has just begun...... Sherlock holmes. A familiar voice came into the man's ear.

He turned his head to see that it was Moritia.

"I said, don't call me Sherlock Holmes, I'll call Faust......" Holmes lit a cigarette and told Moritia that his name was Faust.

Moritia laughed angrily: "It's all the same, Holmes and Faust were originally the same person. ”

He walked over slowly, sat down on the sofa, lit a cigarette and smoked it.

"You wrote that letter to Wang Feng!"

Faust nodded and did not hide it: "Yes, I wrote that letter to him." ”

"Humph!" Moritia didn't expect Faust to admit so frankly, and couldn't help but feel a little funny: "Interesting, what do you want to do?" ”

Faust flicked his cigarette ash and closed his eyes, as if to enjoy it: "Like you said, the game has just begun. ”

Moritia didn't expect Faust to refute himself with his own words, and he was speechless for a while.

"You have to know that everything you have now is due to me."

Faust didn't take his words seriously at all: "So what? To put it bluntly, don't you just want to possess my power? No! It should be said that it is the ability of Sherlock Holmes, but I didn't expect Sherlock Holmes to have two talents! ”

Moritia's mind Faust is naturally very clear, and the guy in front of him said a lot of nice things, just to hide his wolf ambitions.

"You ......"

"Don't think that what you think in your heart is unknown to others, the more you cover it up, the easier it will be for others to see it...... Moritia, you're no more than that. ”

Faust smiled contemptuously as he looked behind him.

"Don't hide, I know you're there. By the way, don't play your violin, it's too ugly. ”

The clown slowly walked down from the second floor and put down the violin in his hand.

"I didn't expect Moritia to capsize in the gutter." He gave a wicked smile and then looked at Faust again, "Welcome back." ”

"Nope! I don't have control over this body. Faust glanced at the clown, "But the stench on your body has become heavier again." ”

The clown sat down on the couch and looked at Moritia maliciously: "It's better than the smell of some people." ”

Moritia's face flushed with anger, but she couldn't say a word.

"If I'm not mistaken, Wang Feng and the two of them are already on the cruise ship. London has also lost its value, and there is no benefit to staying here. Faust stretched.

The clown nodded and stood up: "I see." ”

After saying that, he didn't look back and prepared to leave.

"Take your violin away, I already have one......" Faust pointed to the violin that the clown had just placed on the stairs.

The clown turned his head: "That's my gift to you." ”

After saying that, he opened the door and left.

Feeling that she was too embarrassed to stay here, Moritia quickly stood up as well, and made a casual excuse to leave.

"I've got other things to go first."

Faust ignored Moritia and instead walked up the stairs, took the violin left by the clown in his hand and began to gesture.

Moritia knew that Faust had heard it, but he was simply embarrassing himself, although he was a little unhappy, but there was nothing he could do but walk away.

Faust was alone in the room at the moment.

He cleared his throat and played the violin.

But at this moment, the strings of the violin suddenly broke.

Faust frowned: "What kind of garbage is this?" ”

Outside the door―

Moritia was stunned when she heard the violin in the room suddenly stop.

"Could this guy have found out I'm eavesdropping?" He shook his head and dispelled his thoughts: "Impossible...... There's no way he'll find me. ”

"Sooner or later, I'm going to get this body." Moritia glanced at his watch and slowly walked down the stairs, he glanced back at the room where Faust was, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly: "You guy can't jump for long." ”

Not long after he left, the figure of the clown appeared on the stairs.

"Moritia hasn't been decided yet......" He knocked on the door directly: "That guy is gone, no need to act anymore." ”

The door suddenly opened, and the clown hurried into the house.

Faust was a little surprised that the clown hadn't left yet: "Why haven't you left yet?" ”

The clown looked at Faust's expression and snorted coldly: "You are not Faust, at least you are not ...... now"

Faust's expression suddenly panicked, but he quickly disappeared without a trace, he looked at the clown and smiled slightly: "If I'm not Faust, then who am I?" ”

The clown still caught the look on his face just now, so he sighed and squinted at Faust: "Although you acted well, you can only fool Moritia, but you can't fool me...... I'm calling you Faust now? Or should I call you Sherlock Holmes......"