Wooden wheels rolled in the mud, filthy mud splattered everywhere, and the rain slapped against the glass, sticking to the water droplets and sliding down, leaving a long trail of barges.

"Of course, the Rose Thief is no ordinary person."

Swaying from side to side, on the carriage heading towards the city, Macmillan, who sat next to Sherlock Holmes, chewed a lot of sugar, so sweet that it was greasy chocolate, and his white teeth turned a brown and black like mud.

"He's the best thief in the kingdom of Windsor!"

Macmillan took a sip of the silver flask, glanced at Marvey and Sherlock Holmes, and asked, "What are your plans for tonight?" I haven't heard you hear about it yet. ”

"Are you curious?" Mavi asked.

“.... Look at what you said, Father Priest, I'm the police inspector, the main person in charge tonight, it should be natural to know the details, right? ”

"Indeed, but alas, I don't have any plans with Mr. Holmes."

"No plan? No plan, how are you going to catch the Rose Thief? ”

Macmillan was stunned for a moment, his eyes blank.

"He's a strange thief, and he doesn't play cards according to common sense, and only a maverick can call him a monster." Ma Wei said in a calm voice: "To deal with people like him, you have to treat others in the way of others, and if you don't have a plan, it's the best plan." ”

.............................

"Father! How did you get it like this? I'm soaking wet! ”

As soon as Marvey got home, Mrs. Cecil greeted him, looked at his damp coat, and said nervously, "Take off your coat quickly, in case you catch a cold, it will not be good!" ”

"I'm going to go out in a while, so I won't eat dinner at home."

Ma Wei took off his coat and placed it in front of the burning fireplace in the living room to bake: "Is there tea?" ”

"Yes, I'm going to make some ginger tea!"

In front of the warm fireplace, Mavi and Yunia sat on the carpet, feeling the warmth of the flames.

Aside from her boots, there wasn't much of a wet spot on her body, but Mavi was different, as he was exposed to heavy rain during his last funeral, and his tightly knitted wool coat could resist the rain at first, but slowly it would still penetrate and get wet.

The heat dispelled the chill from her body, and Mrs. Cecil brought black tea, and Mavi picked up the teacup while looking at the time on his pocket watch.

Half an hour before 8 o'clock on the notice, Sherlock Holmes and Macmillan were already on their way to Baron Bill's residence, and Marvey had to go home first because of his wet clothes, otherwise he would have to catch a cold the next day.

In this era, colds and fevers are serious diseases, and the most common medicine prescribed by doctors is a blue pill, known as a panacea, which is said to treat cholera, flu, liver diseases, rheumatism, syphilis, and various incurable diseases....

But in reality, this blue pill only contains a lot of laxatives and a certain amount of mercury, which is not good for the human body at all.

In addition to blue pills, medicines used to treat colds and fevers include opium, opium tinctures...

Opium can indeed be used as medicine, but Ma Wei does not want to take it without the guidance of a [regular doctor] anyway, even if he does.

Fortunately, he has a strong physique, and the clothes he usually wears are airtight, and he has never had a cold or fever.

"Dad, why did you speak to Uncle Macmillan in a different tone than before?"

Yunia, who was sitting next to Ma Wei and fiddling with the bear doll, suddenly asked, "When we first met him two days ago, you were quite polite to him, but today I feel a little hostile..."

Unia's keen observation surprised Mavey a little, he did show fleeting hostility when talking to Macmillan, this was his deliberate purpose, specifically to remind Holmes, but he didn't expect...

Yunia also sensed it.

"Because he's not your Uncle Macmillan." Ma Wei touched his daughter's hair and said, "He's a rose thief." ”

"Huh?"

Her big eyes were full of doubts, and Yunia was puzzled: "Is Uncle Macmillan a Rose Thief?" ”

"No, it's the Rose Thief who is pretending to be him, and Levine Boger is using disguise magic." "Since yesterday morning, the Inspector Macmillan we have seen at Baron Bill's residence has not been himself. ”

"He didn't go back to the hotel last night because he had to go to Superintendent Macmillan's house and pretend that everything was normal, or Mrs. Macmillan would have called the police."

"Yikes! Wasn't the man who shared the bed with Mrs. Macmillan last night a rose thief! Yunia opened her mouth wide in shock: "He's too much!" ”

"It's excessive."

Ma Wei smiled: "But I think that a proud person like him shouldn't take advantage of others...."

As he spoke, Ma Wei frowned again: "Hmm.... It's hard to say, what if he's a thief? ”

"Where did the real Uncle Macmillan go? Was he killed? ”

"I've asked Fat Orange to go to him, and there's no news yet."

After drinking the black tea, and the clothes were almost baked, Ma Wei got up on his legs, patted the dust off his buttocks, combed his messy hair neatly, changed into a dry wool coat, and stretched out his palm towards Yunia.

"Let's go, go to the stage I have prepared for him and enjoy his grand performance!"

"Is it a clown unicycle?" Yunia still remembers last night's performance.

“.....”

This little girl's mouth is really poisonous... Ma Wei muttered secretly.

But...

What is the difference between an opponent who still shows off his arrogance and a clown when he doesn't know that his means have been completely exposed?

From a certain point of view, Yunia is actually right.

Levine Berger is going to put on a show tonight that is not only magic, but also a clown unicycle....

With so many viewers watching, will he die of social death?

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7:45 p.m., Baron Bill's Residence.

In the drizzling rain, the tall villa was brightly lit, and the courtyard was full of policemen wearing black fur hats and tuxedos.

They were loaded with guns and ammunition, and their eyes swept around vigilantly, and no trace of wind and grass could escape their eyes.

"Cheer me up!"

Superintendent Macmillan patrolled the courtyard with an umbrella: "The Rose Monster Thief could appear at any time!" Even if it's sparse, you have to hold it for me! Did you hear that?! ”

"Yes! Inspector! ”

Outside the villa, the faint glow of kerosene lamps came from far and near, and soon a horse-drawn carriage stopped in front of Baron Bill's residence.

The door opened, and Mavi pulled Yunia out of the carriage, and a policeman with a bright future immediately stepped forward with an umbrella to cover them from the rain.

"Father, you're here!"

Macmillan's eyes lit up when he saw Ma Wei and the others: "I'm going to send someone to pick you up!" ”

"How's the setup?"

Ma Wei looked at the 'tight' defense line in the courtyard, and nodded: "Yes, if the rose thief comes in through the main entrance, he will definitely be detained by you on the spot.... What is Baron Bill's mental state? Is it still stable? ”

"Don't mention it!"

As soon as he talked about this, Macmillan became angry: "He is like crazy, he lay on the safe half an hour ago, and he had to use his body to protect the Blood Rose, shouting that if the Rose Monster thief wants to steal the Blood Rose, he must be defeated first, and he will not listen to persuasion at all, which has caused great pressure on our defense work!" ”