The three gentlemen hurried to the other end of the house, leaving behind a victim Sir Henry, who had already stood up and looked at the huge black mastiff corpse on the ground, while Bo Fu slowly followed in the footsteps of the three men in front of him. After walking for about five minutes, the spire of the house was already faintly visible in the fog, and Bo Fu heard the rough scolding of the Scotland Yard detective from there: "Damn!

As Birford walked back on, he saw Holmes and Dr. Watson rushing into a semi-basement building around the corner of the house. Bo Fu didn't show his figure, he just stood quietly outside under the trees, and because of the shadows and fog of the trees, the people in the house couldn't see him. Bo Fu looked at Watson supporting a woman, this woman walked a little inconveniently, and she could see that she had just been bandaged, even if it was a little far away, and the woman couldn't see Bo Fu standing here at all, but Bo Fu could still feel the huge resentment and hatred on that woman. The three of them walked towards the swamp under the guidance of the woman, and Bo Fu shook his head and stepped into the swamp from the other direction very easily.

In the bright moonlight, the fog had begun to dissipate by midnight, and the temperature was already low, and he walked through the swamp like a leisurely stroll, and every step he took was in the clean part of the swamp - even a large low-lying pond, and when his footsteps fell, he formed a solid block of ice where he landed. He didn't go very fast, but because of his mysterious strength, he actually got closer to their prey than Sherlock Holmes. The most regressive Bofu stopped behind a rock, with a dense forest of shrubs and beech. Bo Fu stood there calmly looking at the quagmire ahead—the moss-covered ground that was unremarkable in the moonlight.........

He just waited quietly. The fog is already very thin. Soon a man broke through the fog and ran to the right path. The man had a cruel face, thin lips and a trace of remorse in his merciless eyes, and as he ran, he muttered something in his mouth, and at last he stepped onto the dry, solid ground on the other side of the swamp, turned his head and grinned toothily in the direction of his own mansion and the Baskerville Mansion in the distance, and when he turned back to continue his flight, his pupils suddenly became almost invisible—out of the thin mist a huge black dog appeared at some point. Burning saliva dripped down the rectangular muzzle, and the hideous huge head and red eyes like red-hot briquettes stared at the guy silently......... This guy with the same surname Baskerville.

Birff saw it clearly in the other corner, he was smiling, "The Hound of the Baskervilles has found its prey again after many years...... his words silently spat out on his lips, and Birffen waited for the next thing to happen.

The cruel man, the expressionless man, the man who had committed murder but had no remorse, let out an inhuman scream of horror, pulled a revolver from his pocket, waved it wildly, and pulled the trigger with a sluggish motion.

I don't know where the bullet flew. The man was so frightened that he pulled the trigger even after he had exhausted the six rounds in the magazine. The black giant dog in front of him just looked at the man quietly. Then the trot began....... the man quickly tried to turn around, but the black mastiff quickly pounced on him, and the huge square bloody mouth and sharp thick fangs bit the man's neck from behind, and then the man's scream - because it was bitten from behind, not the trachea, the man could still bark, but his hand could not be twisted behind to resist the mastiff's attack. The man screamed, his hands digging into the ground, and he struggled with all his might, but was dragged to the edge of the swamp by the mastiff to no avail.

The huge mastiff grabbed the man by the neck, jumped up slightly, and jumped into the middle of the swamp with the man, and then disappeared like smoke.......... and the man was swallowed up in mud like a stone. Bo Fu watched all this, and he also watched as the mastiff dragged a shimmering human form out of the man's body, and then disappeared into the mist that was about to dissipate.........

After seeing all this, Bo Fu took out a flat flask from his pocket, unscrewed the lid and took a sip, and then continued to wait. After about fifteen minutes, the voice came from the direction where the man had run, and it was a woman's voice, full of hatred: "I know it! I know it, he escaped along the wooden pole mark I had planted! If only I had pulled it out earlier!" Then there was a whimper, and Bo Fu saw in the distance Dr. Watson gently patting the woman on the back and comforting her, while Holmes and Lestrade searched the ground like owls— They were destined to be disappointed, the footprints in the swamp would soon be covered in mud, and at last they stood on the hard ground at the edge of the great mire marked by wooden poles, and sighed a little disappointed.

Then Holmes screamed, and he struggled to grasp the trees at the edge of the mire, stretching his body and using his cane to hook up what was floating in the middle of the mire, while Lestrade grabbed Holmes's arm and added a layer of insurance to him. The cane hooked the thing behind it—it was a mud-soaked hunting hat, and the woman looked at it and said, "It's his!

"Well, this is the end of Mr. Stapleton's worst ending, and I don't think we'll ever see him again. Sherlock Holmes casually hung his hunting hat on the tree beside him, patted the dirt in his hand and said. "I'm going to have the police put up a block on all the roads to the Grimpen mud pool, and then I'm going to get a police dog, and I think we might be able to find him," said Lestrade a little reluctantly.

"I hope so," Holmes said, and then he made a gesture that we were going back.

Bo Fu stood in the shadows and watched all this, "It's true, it's always been like this, then I'm going to see you again." He turned around silently and left the place along the path from which he had come. It's just that when he turned around, he still saw Holmes's slightly frowning brow, and his falcon-like eyes looked at the place where the hunting hat was hooked, and then his gaze wandered to the other side of the quagmire, and his brow furrowed even more.

Bo Fu stopped, turned to face Holmes again, and silently stepped back, once again hiding his figure into the deeper darkness, "It is worthy of its name? Maybe it is a thief's eye, you can find this trace in the night" Bo Fu also cast his eyes on the place where Holmes was looking—there was the trace of the mastiff dragging Stapleton, it was not obvious, and it was not bright under the moonlight, and the distance was not close, but it was seen by Holmes.

Lestrade, along with Watson, and Mrs. Stapleton, saw Holmes suddenly but cautiously walk around the mire, and walked toward the hard ground on one side, and followed him. What they saw was Sherlock Holmes bending down, looking carefully at the ground, then standing up and looking ahead and behind him, and then his gaze returned to the middle of the mire, and he let out a long sigh

"Mr. Lestrade, there is no need to send the police to guard the passage outside. There's no need," said Holmes, and then he spoke again, "let's go and see where Mr. Stapleton keeps his dog, is that the direction it is? Mrs. Stapleton?"

"Please don't call me Mrs. Stapleton, Mr. Holmes. Please call me Belal," the woman insisted.

"What did you find? Lestrade asked.

Holmes did not speak, but pointed to the place where he had bent down to look—there was a shallow trail leading directly from the shore to the mire, in which there were several deep but thin ditches, and the earth had been turned out on both sides. Lestrade looked up at Sherlock Holmes, who made a claw motion, and Lestrade gasped, "He's being dragged down?"

After more than ten minutes, Lestrade found nothing, and Holmes's eyes were getting brighter and brighter in the moonlight, and he was clearly intrigued, and he quickly walked ahead, where Stapleton kept his dogs

As they left, Birfu vanished silently, "Mr. Holmes, this isn't the end of the business. (To be continued......)