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Magellan frowned, then turned and kicked the walls on each side, and with two muffled sounds, there were two more large holes in the walls.

Magellan poked his head into each of the two holes, and then burrowed into the hole on his right.

It was another sewer, of course, definitely not of the normal construction, but one that had been abandoned a long time ago.

Arthur followed, "You don't want to find the stronghold of the Thieves' Guild, do you?"

There have been countless people in history who have tried to do this, but very few have succeeded, and even fewer have succeeded today, after the explosion of essence research.

"It's here. ”

Magellan kicked the wall on his left hand side and stooped into the hole.

Arthur followed, and then he let out a sigh of surprise.

"It's ......"

It used to be a simple and comfortable place, but now it was a mess, and the only two people were corpses, and the blood next to them had long since clotted and turned black and purple.

"A seasoned thief, and a well-behaved apprentice, it's a shame that at least one of them meets your requirements......" Arthur bent down and looked down at the two corpses on the ground, it was obvious that they had died of murder, "It's incredible, just now, I thought it would be a miracle to find this place like you, but now it seems that someone has already infiltrated this place without a sound, and by the way, killed two thieves who are top thieves in escape kung fu." ”

"Do you have anyone who is suspicious?"

"Yes," Arthur smiled and nodded, "only Professor Magellan could possibly do such an almost impossible thing. ”

"I don't have a clue either......"

Magellan had looked through the entire room, but there were no clues here that would point to the murderer.

"Everything of value has been taken away......"

The only cabinet in the room was all opened, and it was empty.

"It's not a place to store valuable things, no one is going to come here to grab money. ”

"Two people died at the same time, fatally wounded in the neck, the carotid artery was severed, and the time of death was ...... ...... at least three days ago"

"One blow," Arthur looked up, "then it's not a mess here because of the fight." ”

"The color of the blood is normal, but the possibility of poisoning cannot be ruled out. ”

That's all the clues the two found in the room.

That's absolutely unconscionable.

Magellan and Arthur looked at each other: "But there are no traces left by the murderer, no footprints in and out, no traces of blood, as if these two men committed suicide." ”

"And who is looking for something in the cupboard?" Arthur shook his head with a smile, "Maybe they really committed suicide, and they couldn't find what was in the cupboard, so they ...... in despair."

Magellan also smiled, but it was a wry smile: "It's possible, but anyway...... I want to know about the Guild's bylaws, and the plan is over again. ”

"It doesn't matter, we can find somewhere else, there are at least a dozen such commissions in the city. ”

"Three days after the two thieves were killed, no one else entered the scene, which means ......"

Arthur's face showed extreme surprise: "You mean the entire Thieves' Guild?

"That fish stall should be in charge of other thieves, right?"

And the fish on the stall are dead, which is a very unusual thing for a fisherman, who always rushes to buy the fish every day, otherwise they will starve that day, so there should be no dead fish on the stall in the first place.

"Even if the thief just leaves for a while, the fish shouldn't be dead, and even if the commission point is temporarily inoperable, the stall won't be abandoned. ”

"Unless......" Arthur still shook his head in disbelief.

None of this will happen unless the Thieves' Guild is no longer able to take care of it.

But Arthur couldn't think of anyone who could put the most secretive organization in the dark world in a difficult situation, it would have been impossible, not to mention that now the turmoil caused by the explorers was intensifying, and the various forces of the dark world were taking care of themselves.

"Let's go," Magellan shook his head...... "there are no other clues here." ”

......

It was pitch black before Holmes's eyes.

When supernatural powers and essences enter a murder case, the endless possibilities plunge everything into endless chaos, and darkness envelops everything, like the mystery in front of Holmes's eyes.

But that's exactly what Holmes dreamed of.

At night, there was no lamp in the room, no flame in the fireplace, and there was only darkness all around, and Holmes lay on the couch, everything about the case running through his mind like flowing water.

It all started with a commission from a hunter.

After the trial of Moriarty and Magellan, the hunters were so quiet that Holmes almost thought the organization had been disbanded, until their leader commissioned a gentleman to deliver the commission.

It was something that happened early that morning.

The esteemed Sir Bran found the body of an elderly fisherman in his mansion by the River Ryling.

All the gentleman gave to Holmes was a note, and that was all that was written on it.

Then Holmes knew that the mystery he had been waiting for had finally reappeared.

After the influx of explorers into the city, the city committed a hundred times more murders every day than before, but the mystery that Holmes wanted was almost extinct.

Every day, the newspapers are filled with reports of murder, and the content is the same. In a certain place where explorers gathered, two explorers clashed for some inexplicable reason, one of them was killed by another explorer or explorers, and then the murderer was shot dead by the police who arrived.

It's like a joke that a third-rate author of a fiction with no talent for humor comes up with on the head.

It was hell for Holmes, but finally, he saw a glimmer of light.

In Sir Bran's study, Holmes saw the dead.

It was an old fisherman, neatly dressed in patched clothes with a fishy smell, lying face down on the ground, already dead. There were no external injuries on the body, and the time of death was at midnight yesterday.

This is what Holmes can see at a glance, at a glance.

"No one has entered this room today except me, and no one has touched anything in the room. ”

Sir Bran seemed to know what Holmes was thinking, and the scene of the crime was indeed too strange.

Everything was neatly laid out where it was supposed to be, without any signs of a fight.