"Yes, you go first, I'll cover." She nodded, her expression inexplicably strange.

"Okay." All this makes me feel that the atmosphere is weird, and the people are weird.

Suddenly, an electric light slashed through my brain. I immediately understood that the messenger of the crow had appeared.

"Wait, you... He is the messenger of the crow. I pointed to Miss Genius.

"Lisa, don't be funny, how can I be the messenger of the crow! And tonight is Christmas Eve. The man who looked like Miss KIT said.

"Listen to my reasoning! First, when I asked you why your voice was a little hoarse, your answer was that I had a cold, and Detective KIT would never confess to me that he was sick. I stared into her eyes and said, "Second, and even if you were willing to tell me you were sick, you would only drink gin and not bourbon." ”

"It's probably my little habits that have changed," the woman said.

"Third, Miss Genius is jealous and arrogant, and she never thinks that there will be cases in this world that she can't solve, and her character will not change. And Christmas Eve is not something criminals like you can say! Also, we never had Scotch whisky in our house, but you asked me to pour you a glass! "I was furious.

"Hahahaha!" She began to laugh maniacally, ripped off the mask from her face with her hands, put a raven mask on her hand, and after a puff of smoke a man with a raven mask and a black cloak appeared in front of me.

"I'll tell you, it's not good to know too much!" It was too late, and the woman rushed over with a scythe. The sound of the music box in her hand sounded a melody that felt familiar to me but I couldn't name it.

Strangely, instead of cutting me, she swept past me and hid in the night.

"It's Christmas Eve... Why does it sound so familiar...", I muttered.

Ah no, the most important thing now is to find Miss KIT.

Let me think about it, I was next to the mailbox when I fell, and the "ping-pong" I heard after that was supposed to be the woman who hit Miss Kit's head with a brick and tied her up.

So there is no basement within a radius of hundreds of miles, which is really hard to find.

But why would the Crow's Emissary know my name, but not Miss KIT's. Why didn't she kill me?

It's all unbelievable.

It's one o'clock in the morning, and the London Big Ben is about to strike again, which irritates me.

No, why is Big Ben so strange today? Looks like something is stuck... What are you stuck?

No, no! Then I'll have to hurry up. The messenger of the crow just now was running in the direction of Big Ben in London.

I ran all the way to Big Ben, and by that time I was out of breath.

The bell keeper was napping under the bell, and I understood that there was no way to go up to the top without a key.

I tried to steal his keys carefully, but when I put my hand on his waist, he suddenly woke up in a daze.

"What are you doing!" The man glared at me with a fierce look, one hand on my wrist.

"It's a matter of human life, it's too late to tell you!" I broke free of his restraints and snatched his keys.

I hurriedly opened the door, and as I went upstairs, the bell watchman rushed up drunk, and I strode up the stairs.

Soon, we all ran out of energy, and I climbed to the top floor sweating profusely as I clung to the railing.

When I saw the door on the top floor, I was surprised to find that the key had fallen to the ground at some point, far away from me.