"Watson, wait."

Sherlock, who had fled, suddenly stopped, his tone serious.

"Don't try to lie to me! I'm going to teach you a good lesson today!"

Watson locked Sherlock's waist, ready to teach this guy a lesson, but Sherlock didn't resist at all, unlike usual, could this guy be bluffing again.

No, because of the direction of Sherlock's finger, not far away was the second floor of the temple, and there were several windows with dim lights coming from them.

"Watson, look, there is light in the temple, it should be inhabited, right?"

Watson let go of Sherlock, and found that it was, several rooms were lit, and that there must have been other travelers staying here. After all, this is an abandoned temple, and there will be no monks.

"What then?"

Watson hesitated.

"It doesn't matter, let's borrow a room with them, just two people in a room."

If it was a reasonable person, it would have been allowed, after all, it was easier for travelers to understand, and since the temple was borderland, they had no right to refuse.

"Let's go."

Sherlock quickened his pace, Watson followed, always feeling like he had forgotten something, what was it?

The two of them walked first to the base of the wall, then circled around the wall, entered the gate, and walked quietly to the temple.

"The second floor seems to be a bit noisy, and the lights on the first floor are not turned off."

As soon as Sherlock entered, he noticed something unusual, and Watson faintly heard the voice, and it was an argument!

"Sherlock, do you hear that?"

"Ah...... That's right, it's impossible to sleep soundly tonight, it's a pity."

said that it was a pity, but the whole person became excited, the corners of his mouth twitched, with a ghostly smile, Watson knew that this guy's occupational disease had committed again.

Sherlock hurried upstairs, Watson followed, and the two quickly went upstairs, and at the corner of the stairs on the second floor, they found the source of the quarrel.

"It's that room!"

Sherlock points in the direction of "201".

Chen Yingjie forced Lin Xi into a corner, Yan Wu stretched out her hands and stepped forward step by step, with a fierce expression, Lin Xi hid in the corner alone and trembled, looking at the blackened two, the horror on her face had reached the extreme.

"As long as he is killed, no one will know about this matter, and the three of us will not meet again in the future."

Yan Wu said leisurely, Chen Yingjie had been nodding frequently, and she was still muttering in her mouth.

"yes, yes."

The appearance and behavior of the two looked particularly terrifying, Lin Xi had lost his mobility, and it was estimated that he was going to die.

In the wilderness, the murderer can do anything, rather than sit back and wait to be killed by the murderer, it is better to kill the murderer, or kill the person who knows, so that the murderer and himself can escape. is worthy of being the best friend of the past, and the ideas are surprisingly consistent.

Luo Nan didn't get involved, she stood there in a daze, doing nothing, as if in a daze.

Yan Wu's hand was already on Lin Xi's neck, Lin Xi shook his head wildly with wide eyes, kicked his legs wildly, and escaped a captured rabbit alive.

"Wait!"

The other voices were not made by these people, Chen Yingjie and Yan Wu turned around together, and Luo Nan also woke up from a trance and looked at the comer.

"Who are you?"

Chen Yingjie yelled at Sherlock.

"It's supposed to be us."

Sherlock said with a smile as he looked at the corpse, and Watson behind him also appeared in their field of vision.

Yan Wu was a little scared, the scene of himself harming Lin Xi was seen by these two people, what should I do! It's no longer clear now, extinguish? The thought flashed through her mind, but it instantly came to naught, and she collapsed on the ground, because she knew that she couldn't kill so many people.

"Are you...... Detective Sherlock? And then you're Watson?"

Luo Nan looked at the faces of the two of them with some familiarity, and he occasionally watched TV, and these two people appeared very frequently on TV.

"The contemptible is none other than Sherlock, who is fearless of all murders, and bears the brunt of the attack."

The corners of Sherlock's mouth rose slightly, and he smiled flirtatiously, and he was the only one who spoke in humble terms.

"Sherlock? You're Sherlock!"

Lin Xi hurriedly got up and ran behind Sherlock, as if like a life-saving straw, grabbing him.

"Catch them! They're murderers!"

He shouted hysterically, his expression was pompous, why use pompousness, because Sherlock knew that he was acting, but why acting, he still doesn't understand it now, and he won't debunk it.

Sherlock waved his hand.

"Don't worry, because I'm here."

By the time everyone got to know Sherlock, Watson had been around the corpse for a long time, searching meticulously.

Sherlock walked up to Watson, and Lin Xi followed him submissively.

"Watson, did you find anything?"

Watson sniffed, then tapped his fingers with a little sticky blood, and searched the corpse again, as if he had touched something, in the pocket of his shirt, it turned out to be a key.

"Key?"

Sherlock was a little suspicious, then looked at the keyring next to the dead man's bunk, picked it up, and studied it carefully, so it was.

The "206", "204" and so on marked above are the keys, so this key is "201", right? It should be easy to use in the pocket of your shirt and you are afraid of losing it, right? After all, it's not as easy to remove the key from the rusty keyring.

"Aren't rooms 204 and 206 usable?"

Sherlock turned back to ask the people, and Luo Nan, who was still quite conscious, accosted him.

"Why do you know?"

Sherlock shook the keyring and made a tinkling sound.

"There are five of you, but you only use four keys to the second floor, so one person lives on the third floor, right?"

"That's right."

Luo Nan was stunned and nodded, this person is so keen.

"Do you live on the third floor?"

Sherlock asked lightly, lowering his head and not looking at Luo Nan, who just nodded "um".

Sherlock then went on to observe the corpse with Watson.

"Anything else you've discovered?"

Sherlock was referring to something other than the key, and Watson looked at him and shook his head, no.

"That's right."

Sherlock got up, and Watson followed suit.

"The deceased died within an hour, the murder weapon was a dagger, and he was frightened before he died, because his pupils were very abnormally dilated."

When Watson had summed it up, he glanced around the crowd again, his eyes not as sharp as Sherlock's.

"Do any of you have daggers? Or ......"

Before Watson could finish speaking, Sherlock interrupted him by patting him on the shoulder.

"This kind of thing has been dealt with a long time ago."

After saying a few words casually, he went to the window and looked at the window that had been locked from the inside with a bolt, and the blood stains on the window and the windowsill.

Murder in the closed room, interesting, Sherlock laughed in his heart, but he couldn't show it, after all, he was dead.

He opened the window and pushed out, looking at the bright moon.

"The moon is so big tonight."