Gao Qian is sick today, with fever, cough, and chills. At this moment, he was wrapped in a blanket and curled up on the sofa, looking listless, and the private detective Sherlock was shushing and asking for warmth.

"Come, come, come, drink the medicine, and the fever will go away after drinking. Sherlock handed the medicine in a childlike tone.

Gao Qian frowned, but still took it and swallowed the pill: "Don't you have something to say?"

"Ah, yes, it's something, but aren't you sick, the biggest patient, do you want to eat apples? The apples I bought today are very good......"

"There's something to say, I'm going to sleep if it's okay. Gao Qian stood up with a blanket wrapped in a blanket with a cold face.

"Oh, hey, don't, I said it's not okay, sit down, don't get any more cold, look at your quick temper......" Sherlock coaxed the high dive to sit down, dug in the pocket of his trench coat, but didn't find it, and went to rummage through another pocket.

Gao Qian's face was calm and he looked at it coldly.

In fact, when Sherlock knocked on the door today, Gao Qian didn't plan to let her in, and he didn't have a good impression of this fake detective who had dried himself in the ice and snow for a quarter of an hour, causing him to have a fever and a cold and aches. If Sherlock hadn't said that she had discovered something new about Xiao Qian's curse, and that she looked a little like the actress he liked, he wouldn't have let her in at all.

"What the hell are you doing?" said the high dive impatiently as Sherlock looked around.

"What do you mean," Sherlock protested, and finally she retrieved the papers from the fruit bag she had brought, "Look at my memory, here." ”

High Dive reached out from the blanket and took it. The file looks like a bunch of printed documents of back-end system records: "What is this?

"Well, in response to the situation you mentioned about Gui Xiaoqian, we think that the curse in Gui Xiaoqian's is likely to be carried out through the Internet, so we conducted a targeted investigation, and then we found this, there is a website selling curse potions. Sherlock pointed to an inconspicuous four small words above the document, "From the information we have, the trading volume of this new type of potion is huge, the customers cover the whole world, and because the price is cheap, it only costs five hundred yuan, and the transaction volume can reach hundreds of thousands in a week." ”

"Curse potion, is it really fake?" said the high dive, looking at the record in disbelief. He found that transactions were recorded almost every minute, and that the number of curse potions purchased in a single transaction ranged from a few thousand bottles to a few.

"Can this kind of thing really curse people? How can it be used?" said Gao Qian.

"Just follow the instructions, drink it, and then say the name of the person you want to curse, or let the person fall on his head while walking, or lose his wallet, be beaten or something. Sherlock said as he pulled out a delicate bottle the size of a perfume trial from his coat pocket, "Now, this is it." ”

Gao Qian took it and looked at it carefully in his hand, if it wasn't said that it was a magic potion, Gao Qian would think it was a perfume. The bottle is designed to be extremely delicate and magical, in the shape of a prism, and the design and workmanship of the bottle alone are no less than those of luxury brands. The bottle is the size of an adult man's thumb and is sealed with red wax on the mouth and tattooed with a delicate pentagram.

Gao Qian shook the bottle, and a few drops of lilac liquid inside rolled in the refraction of the prism, changing the shade of color.

"Five hundred yuan is just this thing...... Gao Qian thinks that there are so many rich people.

Sherlock shrugged noncommittally, "Want to know the ingredients?" She handed the high dive another document.

The high submersible hastily flipped through it twice, and saw only a piece of the waveform map, and a bunch of COSNH letters plus subscript numbers.

"I'm sorry, my chemistry class was taught by my PE teacher, what does that mean?" Gao Qian unashamedly threw the file back to Sherlock.

"Simply put, rainwater, violets, rosemary, marjoram, and a small amount of protein of unknown origin, the lab speculates may contain amphibian leather. ”

"So is this kind of thing effective?" Gao Qian rubbed the corners of his aching forehead, "Do you really believe that these things are the source of Gui Xiaoqian's black light?"

"Strictly speaking, we believe that the institution that sells the cursed potion is likely to have some connection with Xiao Qian's cursed light, but these," Sherlock pointed to the potion vial in the high submarine's hand, "for most buyers, it probably has no effect other than the possibility of causing a slight stomach upset. ”

"Most of the buyers, is that still effective for a small number of people?"

"The recipe for this potion is indeed similar to the recipe recorded in witchcraft that has been handed down through history, so I speculate that if it is used by gifted people, it probably is, you know. Sherlock mumbled and didn't continue.

"You mean a witch, if you let a real witch use it, it will really work? can you curse a person?"

Sherlock seemed to feel a little stressed, and she avoided the high dive's gaze: "High diving, whether witches are real or not, it is not yet possible to confirm with scientific experiments, although I have come into contact with some special people, I have not been in contact with witches." Do you really want me to say, in fact, I ......."

At this moment, there was a knock outside the door, and Gao Qian didn't need to open the door to know who was knocking. He motioned for Sherlock to ignore and continue.

Sherlock looked back at the door: "It's not good to ignore it like this, or you can rest, I'll help you take a look." ”

"No," Gao Qian was about to raise his hand to stop Sherlock from getting up, and his eyes could already see the doorknob of the gate spinning silently. Although he didn't have a chain lock on the door because Sherlock was there, this door also needed a key to open from the outside, and the scene in front of him made Gao Qian can't help but curse a swear word, and Sherlock looked at him in surprise.

"I'm not scolding you. "High Diving Foils the Tunnel.

At the door opened, a young man wearing a black leather jacket with a pale and thin face walked in: "Yo, high diving, what about guests? You see that your door is not locked, so I just pushed it open with a gentle push, so I had to come in." ”

It's shameless. Gao Qian stared coldly at the visitor, "What are you doing here?"

"I heard that you are sick, didn't you bring you medicine," the young man shook the shopping bag in his hand, and the logo of a pharmacy was clearly printed on the bag, "The pharmacy downstairs bought them are all special medicines, I put them here, remember to eat." ”

"Who did you hear that I was sick?" said Gao Qian angrily.

The smile on the young man's face stiffened for a moment, and then he smiled again: "I didn't hear you cough at night......"

Sherlock's eyes widened in gossip at once.