As soon as Holmes heard of something strange and bizarre, he immediately rubbed his hands excitedly and persuaded: "Hurry up, Watson, I haven't had a single case lately, and the sins of the whole of London seem to have been changed overnight, and even Lestrade's side has nothing to do, and if this continues, I will have to rely on those morphines to refresh my spirits." (Note: Morphine, one of the evil drugs, but the strange thing is that Holmes's excitement depends on the strange cases to maintain, if there is no case for a period of time, his brain will degenerate, excitability will also be reduced, in order to maintain the excitement of the brain, he injected himself with morphine, of course, only a small dose, which was strongly opposed by Watson, but persuasion was ineffective, and Sherlock Holmes actually injected morphine on the grounds that Watson was a doctor, saying that something happened and he took care of it.)

I don't know if it was Watson's instinctive reaction, or Ling Fan sighed for the genius detective in front of him, he actually let out a long sigh, and then began to tell those things about the castle: "Sherlock Holmes, do you know, my hometown is in a small village on the outskirts of London, there is an ancient castle on the edge of the countryside, and there are legends about werewolves in the castle, and even people were attacked and killed by werewolves, until now the police have not solved the case, and the fog has been shrouded in that ancient castle." ”

Chapter 12: Sherlock Holmes' Inference I

Ling Fan never dreamed that he had actually come to Baker Street, and had attached his soul to Holmes's best friend Watson, so Ling Fan couldn't wait to return to their rented place, but as soon as he entered the door, he heard a gunshot in Holmes's room, Ling Fan didn't think about it, so he rushed towards Holmes's bedroom, kicked the door open, and shouted: "Sherlock Holmes, what happened, you're not hurt, right?!" ”

I saw that the decoration in the bedroom was very simple, a tall and straight man was sitting on a swivel chair, holding a gun at the wall of the bedroom, the wall was not so much a wall as a target, because it was already full of bullet marks at this time, and the man was still interested in the green smoke of the muzzle, turned to look at Ling Fan, frowned tightly, stared at Ling Fan with sharp eyes, and said: "Hey, Watson, what's wrong with you today, why are you not smoking, haven't you always known that I have a habit of shooting at the bedroom wall?" ”

Sherlock Holmes stood up from the swivel chair, staring at himself with a pair of sharp eyes, making Ling Fan nervous.

"Watson?!" Holmes said suddenly.

"Well, I know you have this habit, maybe I've been a military doctor in Afghanistan for a long time, so I'm more sensitive to gunfire." Ling Fan was afraid that he would be seen through by Formomotors, so he quickly changed the topic.

Then, Ling Fan secretly aimed at this legendary detective with his eyes, only to see that he was tall, but his figure was very thin, because he looked particularly long, he had a pair of sharp eyes, coupled with the slender hooked nose, which made him look like a falcon, Ling Fan naturally knew that none of the prey targeted by this falcon could escape. His hands were stained with ink and other colors that looked like chemicals.

"It's good that you're okay, Watson, I only have a friend like you, and if something happens to you, even if I'm not sad, I won't find a second person willing to share a house with someone like me, do you understand?" Sherlock Holmes put the gun in his hand into the drawer, raised a pair of sharp eyes to look at Ling Fan, and smiled.

Ling Fan nodded, trying to use Watson's tone as much as possible, and said, "You are the same, I don't think I can find a second person who can let me go through so many bizarre and strange cases." ”

Holmes was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly smiled: "Watson, let me guess what you encountered this morning, well, that's right, you first went to a dilapidated house on Dott Street to give an old lady a fever-reducing shot, and then you went to a studio on Baker Street to look at the paintings, and then you walked towards Baker Street, and an old beggar stopped me on the road, and you kindly gave her two pennies, right?" ”

Although Ling Fan didn't know about the previous things, it was completely correct that he did give an old beggar two pennies, and it was speculated that Holmes's previous words were also very correct, but how did he know, could he be following himself, or was he really like the legend, as long as he looked at people casually, he could know everything about this person?!

"Haha, my friend, you still have this expression, but this expression is right, do you wonder why I know so clearly, you are even wondering if I have stalked you now, right?" Sherlock Holmes crossed his hands together, looked at Ling Fan from the swivel chair and smiled.

Ling Fan had nothing else to say at this time except for shock, and nodded.

Sherlock Holmes picked up his pipe, wiped it, looked up at Ling Fan, and said with a smile: "It's actually very simple, your shoes were newly changed in the morning, and at this time there were some blue mud on them, as far as I know, only the old lady's door in the whole London city has blue soil, and she doesn't have any relatives around her, only your phone, her health has always been not very good, plus the weather became a little cold last night, you answered the next call in the morning and went out in a hurry, so I think it must be that old lady has a fever, Please go and give her an injection. As for the inference that you go to the studio, you only have to look at your right cuff to know. ”

Hearing this, Ling Fan hurriedly lifted his right cuff, only to see that it was stained with some dye.

"The owner of the studio is a very nice guy who especially likes to let guests touch his new paintings, so I think he must be pulling you and appreciating his new paintings." Holmes took a drag on his cigarette and laughed.

Sure enough, this is really Sherlock Holmesian reasoning! The man in front of him is really Sherlock Holmes! Ling Fan was so excited that he almost shouted loudly, but he forcibly suppressed his impulse, that's right, his current identity is Watson, everything has to be pretended.

"But how did you know I had met an old beggar, and you knew I had given her two pennies?!" Ling Fan asked the question he was most puzzled about.

Unexpectedly, when Holmes heard Ling Fan's words, the whole person suddenly became extremely happy, and his face even showed a smug look, only to see him take out two pennies from his pocket, and then threw them twice in his hand, and said with a smile: "Watson, how is it, it seems that my makeup skills are not bad." ”

Ling Fan was stunned for a moment, it turned out that the old beggar was actually dressed up by Sherlock Holmes himself!

It suddenly occurred to him that Sherlock Holmes, in addition to being a detective with excellent reasoning skills, was also an excellent cross-dresser, and if he entered the show business, he would certainly be no less successful than he was in the case.

Seeing the difference in the expression on Ling Fan's face, Holmes thought that he was unhappy, and couldn't help but smile in a soft tone: "My friend, don't be angry, in fact, I did this purely for the purpose of handling the case, I want to see if you will find out if I am the flaw of pretending to be an old beggar, because you are the person who knows me best, if I don't even find out, let alone others." ”

But how did Holmes know that the Watson he was facing at this time was a different person at all, and this Watson was afraid to think about it, no matter how powerful he was, he would not be able to guess it.

Ling Fan was thinking about whether to tell Holmes about the castle werewolf, of course, he had to tell it in Watson's tone, and after a fierce ideological struggle, Ling Fan decided to tell Holmes about the castle werewolf.

"My friend, I have a strange and bizarre thing that I want to use your clever brain, I wonder if you are interested in hearing it?" Ling Fan thought about it and decided to arouse Holmes's interest first.

As soon as Holmes heard of something strange and bizarre, he immediately rubbed his hands excitedly and persuaded: "Hurry up, Watson, I haven't had a single case lately, and the sins of the whole of London seem to have been changed overnight, and even Lestrade's side has nothing to do, and if this continues, I will have to rely on those morphines to refresh my spirits." (Note: Morphine, one of the evil drugs, but the strange thing is that Holmes's excitement depends on the strange cases to maintain, if there is no case for a period of time, his brain will degenerate, excitability will also be reduced, in order to maintain the excitement of the brain, he injected himself with morphine, of course, only a small dose, which was strongly opposed by Watson, but persuasion was ineffective, and Sherlock Holmes actually injected morphine on the grounds that Watson was a doctor, saying that something happened and he took care of it.) I don't know if it was Watson's instinctive reaction, or Ling Fan sighed for the genius detective in front of him, he actually let out a long sigh, and then began to tell those things about the castle: "Sherlock Holmes, do you know, my hometown is in a small village on the outskirts of London, there is an ancient castle on the edge of the countryside, and there are legends about werewolves in the castle, and even people were attacked and killed by werewolves, until now the police have not solved the case, and the fog has been shrouded in that ancient castle." ”

Holmes listened to Ling Fan's words, his sharp eyes became sharp again, his hands were also rubbed excitedly, he brought the chair closer to Ling Fan, and said, "Watson, can you explain it in more detail, I want to know the whole thing, even some details should not be left behind!" ”

At the request of the great detective, Ling Fan told everything that happened in the castle, and even his dream mirror did not tell it at all, and after listening to Ling Fan's description, Holmes sat up from the chair in a hurry, and then rubbed his hands and walked around the originally small bedroom, his sharp eyes were sometimes sharp, sometimes sluggish.

"My dear Watson, this case is so bizarre, even more bizarre than the one I have encountered, and even far beyond the Hound case, thank you so much that you have once again succeeded in dissuading me from using morphine." Sherlock Holmes looked at Ling Fan excitedly and said.

Ling Fan smiled: "Of course, that thing is better to use less, no matter how you say it's a drug, even a small dose is harmful, but what do you think about this case you told me, I want to hear your opinion?" ”

Sherlock Holmes shook his head with a smile and said, "Watson, you forgot again, you know, if I hadn't been there, I wouldn't have made any comments, because everything has no basis in facts, and they will only lead us in the wrong direction." ”

That's right, that's the first principle of Sherlock Holmes' reasoning! Ling Fan nodded and said, "But this case was a long time ago, and the people in that ancient castle have almost left, even if you go there, I don't think there will be anyone, there may be thick dust and rats there." ”

Holmes thought for a moment, looked up at Ling Fan, and suddenly smiled mysteriously: "Okay, then I'll make an exception today and tell you what I'm thinking in my head at this time, I think this should lead you in the right direction." ”