"Freemasonry, Freemasonry, there must be some connection between this!" Watson took the death report and searched for clues word by word.

"I think they should know!" Aaron looked at the two rings on the table and scratched at his beard.

"They not only know each other, but they should also be close!"

"Two Americans, Freemasons, died in England, both of them died of poisoning, so, did the murderer have a grudge against Freemasonry, or did he have a grudge against the two of them?"

"Did you spot the murderer?"

"I rechecked it with the echo, but I only saw this guy swallowing a pill, the murderer was still the same, taxi, cap, beard and thick glasses, I asked Harty to go get the video and see if I could find him!"

"Pills?" Holmes was about to ask what the pills were when there was a knock on the hotel door.

"Hello!" When Aaron opened the door, he saw Nathan Drake greeting him with a nervous look on his face.

"You didn't take a stool this time?" Aaron turned to the side and let Drake into the room.

"No, I'm worried about whether you're hiding something behind you, and you're going to give it to me!" Drake waved his hand, first greeted Holmes and Watson in the top hat, and then apologized to Aaron very sincerely.

"It's okay, I'll do the same, maybe a bigger mallet!" Aaron forgave Drake for the sake of a small eagle gold ring that Drake had brought as a gift.

"Since you're here, take it slowly, and then we'll go!"

"Where to go?"

"You let people go, and you can't help me get them back?"

"Uh, that's right, when I hit you yesterday, I saw the driver's face, he seems to have some kind of disease!"

"What kind of disease?"

"It's a big lump of redness, like a patch!"

"It's a hemangioma!"

Aaron turned his head to look at Watson, who spread his hands, "It's not me, I haven't studied hemangioma that deeply!" ”

"He's definitely got a hemangioma!" Holmes walked back and forth by the window, muttering words and shaking his head from time to time, and then he suddenly turned and looked at Aaron.

"Gotta catch him quickly, his revenge is done! Aaron, contact Gnessen, go to the hospital! ”

"Hey, is that Officer Gneison? I'd like to ask you to accompany me to the hospital! "Aaron

"Hatty, did you get the footage? Okay, come to the hospital, we'll meet there! ”

"You, come with me!"

Aaron jumped into Officer Geneson's police car, which was also in a hurry, and drove all the way to the hospital.

Led by Officer Gnessen, the head of the hospital agreed to open the database, and before Aaron could start searching, Watson's phone called.

"Sherlock Holmes got into that guy's taxi!"

“wtf？” Aaron was so angry that he was about to vomit blood, but he finally found a clue on his side, and then he took the initiative to jump out.

"Okay, Hatty, you're looking for that guy here, Drake, can you drive?"

"Very proficient!"

"Let's go!"

"Hey, hey, that's my police car!" When Officer Gnessen saw his police car being driven away, he jumped to his feet and finally had to stop a taxi.

"Catch up with that police car!"

"You're crazy, man, I'm a law-abiding citizen!" The taxi driver looked at the officer with the eyes of an idiot.

"Coincidentally, I'm a police officer!" The officer pulls out his ID.

"Understood, was that guy blind and stole the police car? Leave it to me! "The driver looked like I understood, first turned off the meter, then pulled the seat belt again, put down the mirror and looked at the meter, and then kicked the accelerator out!

Officer Gneison felt nothing more than a force pressing him to his seat, unable to move.

"Aaron, I found it, his name is Jefferson Houbo, American immigrant, taxi driver! His home is at 25 Britten Kos Street! ”

"Understood!"

"The police car has accelerated! Sit down, officer, I'm going to speed up too! ”

So the traffic police on duty at the intersection of the street saw such a peculiar scene, a police car whistled through the red light, drove into the distance, and a taxi with double flashes followed.

"Call headquarters, this is 7786, I met a taxi chasing a police car on the street, asking for reinforcements from a nearby patrol car!"

"Headquarters received, a convoy has been dispatched!"

All the way to Jefferson Hou Bo's house with sparks and lightning, Aaron jumped out of the car without even waiting for the car to stop, found that Hou Bo's taxi was parked on the side of the road, touched the hood, and found that it was still hot, Aaron directly kicked open the door of Hou Bo's house and rushed into the room.

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"So, did you guess right?" Hou Bo smiled and looked at Sherlock Holmes, who was sitting across from him, and there were two small boxes on the table between the two, each containing a capsule.

"What?"

"I said, which capsule do you think is non-toxic, can you guess?"

Holmes was silent for a long time, he had just seen the capsules, the appearance and characteristics were exactly the same, and even the weight was exactly the same, he couldn't tell the difference.

"Maybe both of these are non-toxic?" Sherlock Holmes raised his head and tried to analyze something from Hou Bo's demeanor, but he failed, and Hou Bo already looked like he was at home.

"Then I'll choose first!" Hou Bo sat up, and was about to reach for the pill when he heard the curry of the door, and then Aaron flew into the room and pressed Hou Bo to the ground.

"You're running too fast!" Drake followed, and rushed into the room.

"Is that him?"

"Yes, that's him!"

"Are you alright?" Aaron looked at Holmes.

"It's okay, it's very good!"

After handing Hou Bo over to Officer Gneison, who arrived later, Aaron followed Holmes out of the room.

"Why don't you ask what happened?"

"If you want to say it, you'll tell us!"

"Okay, when I go back, I'll tell you slowly!"

After exchanging contact information with Drake, Aaron returned to the hotel, while Holmes and Watson were sitting in the living room waiting for him.

"What's wrong?" Let Hattie sit next to him, Aaron asked.

"Hou Bo told me a name before!"

"Who?"

"Moriarty, now that he calls himself the Napoleon of crime, he has become a criminal counselor, and Hou Bo got his help and began to take revenge on his enemies!"

"Enemy, revenge? Criminology counselor? Aaron poured himself a glass of water, then unbuttoned his shirt and leaned back in his chair, "It seems that this story is not simple!" ”