"How can you be sure that this ring is not dead?"

"The deceased was not married, let alone had a girlfriend, and judging by the degree of wear and tear of this ring, this ring was worn for at least ten years, and it was often removed, so it is even more unlikely that it was the deceased."

Sherlock took the ring to the lamp and looked closely.

"The ring should be important to the murderer, perhaps his deceased wife."

"How do you know his wife is dead?"

"Who would wear his wife's ring on himself. Divorce is also excluded, and it is rare for people to wear each other's rings on themselves after an emotional breakdown, and they will not give their rings to each other. Sherlock said.

"And, most importantly, to be able to make him go back at the risk of being discovered by the police, the ring is obviously important, and it doesn't look like an emotional breakdown."

Watson nodded, "It does make sense. ”

Sherlock handed him a piece of paper, "This is the lost and found I wrote, you go and drop this thing in the newspaper office tomorrow." ”

Watson took the piece of paper and looked at it carefully to see that there was a sentence written on it.

"This morning, on Brixton Street, between Whitehart's Tavern and the woods, I picked up a gold ring. The lost should be claimed at Mr. Watson, Chania Tavern, from 8 p.m. to 9 p.m. tonight. ”

"Please forgive me, I used your name." "I'm a big name with the police, so it's possible to recognize me." ”

Watson shrugged his shoulders disapprenously, "It's okay, but aren't you afraid of danger, do we need to call the police?" ”

"Getting that bunch of junk in is just going to make things a lot of trouble." Sherlock waved his hand and said, he looked up at Watson, "Do you have a gun?" ”

"There's a revolver."

"That's enough, there won't be too many murderers, you'd better wipe it and load it with bullets, he's an outlaw, we really should be careful." Sherlock got up slowly, "Get a good night's sleep, I guess there will be a lot of things going on tomorrow." ”

Watson could clearly sense the excitement in his eyes.

He was not surprised, because he was like this in his heart at the moment. Perhaps, as the mysterious man said, he is a man who is very eager for the battlefield.

Although Sherlock said that he wanted to get some rest, but one night, Watson couldn't sleep well at all, and he was so excited that he slowly fell asleep under the effect of sleeping pills, and in his sleep he seemed to dream of subduing the serial killer.

Early in the morning, he got up and published the contents of the paper in the newspaper. He even tried to spread the word through a radio channel, but Sherlock vetoed it.

"If you don't want to see a bunch of unrelated people in a tavern, then go on the radio," he said. Lost and found in newspapers are for people who really want to find something. ”

Approaching eight o'clock in the evening, he walked down the street with Sherlock.

"Do you think he's really stupid enough to go there on his own?" Watson said.

"No, I think he's smart, I like smart people, because smart and smart people want to be caught." Sherlock muttered softly.

"Why?"

"Because of the desire to appreciate, to be the center of attention, to be popular." Sherlock looked at Watson, "The vast majority of smart people are proud and think everyone else is stupid, which is also the case. The weakness of genius. ”

He continued to walk slowly, "You know, I found something interesting last night. ”

"What?"

"At the moment we know that all the dead were forced, and almost all of them disappeared around here." Sherlock's eyes flashed with an unknown light, "This is the downtown area, and it's not a simple matter for a big living person to suddenly disappear without being discovered. ”

"Think about it, who can make people believe unconditionally, even if they are strangers, and no one cares wherever they go?"

Watson seemed to have caught something in his head, but it felt like it was almost there.

But as he pondered, Sherlock stopped and didn't go in again.

"Why don't you go in, isn't the tavern there?" Watson said suspiciously.

"A smart man has a smart man's way of observing, he may not go in himself, but he will definitely observe nearby, and even come before us." Sherlock's gaze searched around, "I've already asked another Mr. Watson to wait in the tavern in advance. ”

Watson also searched around, but soon, his eyes focused on the scarab taxi not far away, and somehow, some of the spiritual lights that appeared in his mind just now seemed to be gradually connected at this moment.

"Looks like you're aware of it." Sherlock whispered, "Your brain isn't too stupid. ”

Watson raised his head violently, "Is it a taxi driver?" ”

Without waiting for him to reply, Sherlock strode over, and Watson also pressed his trouser pocket and walked briskly, chasing after him with his cane.

With the help of the light cast by the street lamp, through the window, Watson could see a man in a beret inside the car, his face hidden in the light and shadow, making it impossible to see his face.

Sherlock walked over very directly and knocked on his window.

But the man didn't even roll down the window to ask, and drove away.

Sherlock's face changed, and he strode after him.

"Hey! Shylock! Watson shouted loudly.

Seeing this, he also chased him out directly, and halfway through the run, he seemed to feel that the crutches were in the way, so he threw them directly on the ground.

Naturally, the speed of a person cannot keep up with the speed of a taxi, but the streets are not straight, and Sherlock does not need to keep up with the speed of a car.

Sherlock memorized the terrain, buildings, and even the location and time of the traffic lights throughout the imperial capital, and in his mind, a three-dimensional map of the entire city was quickly marking the direction in which the taxi was going.

He quickly climbed the iron spiral ladder to one side, with Watson following close behind.

At the top of the iron spiral staircase is the ceiling of a three-story building.

Because of the population density of the imperial capital, the roofs of these buildings are linked, and Sherlock directly uses the rooftops of these links to start chasing the taxi at a brisk pace.

He ran down the stairs when he reached one roof, and then jumped on another, lower roof. Watson jumped over as well, and gave a slight roll on the ground, which had been taught in the army.

But even Watson himself didn't know how he could keep up with Sherlock's rhythm after recovering from a long illness. However, at the moment, he feels that he is in better shape than ever.

His heart was beating violently as if it was about to jump out, his adrenaline was surging, and his body seemed to be much lighter.

They jumped from the roof onto the lid of a dumpster, tumbled over, and ran out of the alley, where they ran into the runaway taxi.

But they were a step too late after all, and the taxi ran straight past them.

"Fack!" Sherlock shouted in annoyance.

Without any hesitation, he turned directly into another alley and continued the chase.

Watson was about to chase after a little respite, but just as he was passing through an alley, a figure suddenly appeared and pulled him back.

Just as Watson was about to pull out his gun, Sherlock's voice came.

"It's me."

With the help of the dim lights on the side of the road, Watson was able to see clearly who was stopping him.

"Aren't you chasing?" Watson asked.

"Look over there." Sherlock lowered his voice.

Watson looked up, and saw a black shadow on the roof not far away, beating flexibly from roof to roof.

His bounce is so strong that it makes one wonder if he is loaded with some kind of military exoskeleton armor, and if his eyesight is not good enough, he will not be able to detect the existence of that person.

"What's that?"

"I noticed it just now." Sherlock watched the man drift away, "He's chasing the taxi driver, too." ”

"Someone from the police?"

"I don't think so, but I don't look like a good person." Sherlock muttered softly.

Without any hesitation, he turned around and left the place.

"Where are you going?"

"The taxi driver won't be able to catch up." Sherlock said, "But we can give this man a try." ”

Watson followed.

The black shadow quickly passed through the roof, and he was like a very light feather, which could easily jump from one building to another with a very large span, and some of the roofs were even more than ten meters apart.

After jumping a few blocks, a black shadow fell under the streetlight.

It was a young man who looked to be in his twenties, with short black hair, but very fair skin, and looked like he should be of mixed race. He wears a black coat and a black hat.

He had lost the place of the taxi, but he was not worried, and silently pulled a wand out of his pocket.

Yes, he is a magician.

Not all magicians will change shapes, it is a very dangerous kind of magic, and it will split up if you are not careful, and only very powerful magicians will.

And it's also easy to startle snakes.

He raised his wand and clicked in the void, and a butterfly that only he could see floated beside him.

He retracted his wand and followed the point of light down the street, following him closely behind the butterfly.

In order to cut corners, he walked into an alley, but as soon as he walked into the alley, a dark shadow suddenly rushed in front of his eyes.

He frowned, trying to pull his wand out of his arms.

But the next moment, there was a whistling sound in his ears.

"Peng!"

With a dull thud, he received a dull blow to the back of the head.

Magicians can do magic, but they are still human at heart, and they are no different from ordinary people until they set up protective charms in advance.

So after this blow, a thick feeling of dizziness instantly enveloped him, and he fell straight to the ground, unconscious.

(End of chapter)