Bo Fu looked at the strange circle in the picture with a triangle, and then there was a pendant of a cross in it and thought silently, and sighed that the supernatural power of the Holy See, which was once very powerful more than two hundred years ago, has now shrunk to the point that it is not what it looks like, and then Bo Fu brushed it over a picture with his palm and opened the third picture.

The picture shows a rough sea, blue sky and white sand, and a small steam sailing ship floating on the sea in the close-up of the dense coconut trees on the beach. Under the control of Bo Fu's fingers, the picture begins to rotate, and finally freezes on the hard stone road behind the beach, where there is a two-story Spanish-style garden villa in the shade of tropical greenery. The camera continues to zoom in, and on the balcony of the villa, the sea breeze gently blows the light veil of the balcony, revealing a lazy woman sitting on a rattan sofa inside. It was a beautiful girl, but if you look closely at her charm and eyes, she is full of mature charm, and she is really a stunner. "Adleida," Bo Fu said softly, "long time no see. ”

Adeleda hadn't aged at all, and the passage of time had given her a sense of maturity, and when he saw that the room was littered with maps and pirate-era knives or muskets, he knew that Adleda had never given up on finding the Black Swan's treasure for so many years.

On the wall of his bedroom, Bo Fu saw a sizable pencil drawing, painted by Adelaida herself, showing the underwater caverns of the mysterious island, the treasure caves full of gold coins, the lakes covered with golden sand, and finally the fountain of youth on the top of the pyramids. "It's surprisingly good that he has a good artistic cell, and he draws very accurately – no wonder. That place is a magical place that an ordinary girl can't dream of. Naturally, the memory is extremely deep. Bo Fu said as he looked at the pencil drawings in the picture.

But then Bo Fu smiled mysteriously. "You're on a mysterious island, but you don't know the way, this is the place you're looking for...... What shall I say?" "Over the past hundred years, the original low skeletal volcanic cone has been completely submerged by vegetation, and the cliff waterfall behind it is still there, but Adeleda has somehow not found it - and she can't be blamed for it, the place is full of sharp reefs, and the waterfall must be close to be found, in the recess of the cliff. And that continuous half-exposed cavern is common on the islands of the Caribbean, everywhere...

Adelaida didn't know what method Lu Dao used to hide her ageless appearance, anyway, Bo Fu estimated that she should have taken a residence on many islands or countries. Then live a few years in a different place to disguise it. However, the aura on Adelaida's body made Bo Fu laugh, "I didn't expect her to become a member of the supernatural creatures, is this considered .......a witch?" "There are also a lot of threads that lead to the fate of Adeleda from the body, Bo Fu chose a random thread with the technique of using a mirror, and found a man in his thirties, a handsome blonde man.

In the man's room, Bo Fu saw the same sketch drawn in pencil, which was slightly distorted, but still recognizable as Adelaida's appearance at a glance. "What is this? an admirer? Bo Fu Ha laughed.

For many years, Adlaida roamed the Caribbean and the Iberian Peninsula or North and South America, living a mystical and secluded life. At the same time, he is trying to find the mysterious island. This kind of life will inevitably meet all kinds of people in different places, and her beautiful face and mature charm over time naturally attract the crazy desires of many men. Everywhere there are poor men whose hearts have been crushed by love, and the oldest of them has been in the grave for decades...... In the past hundred and fifty years, while Adeleda has pursued the mysterious island, there are at least thirty or more men who have followed her footsteps, but none of them have found anything, and many have gone to the grave with the deepest regrets. The guy Bo Fu saw was just another one of these men.

Buffet pulled the picture back to Adleida, and the woman seemed to have made a decision, she tore the paintings on the wall very casually and threw them into the sea, then put an old piece of parchment on her body, and just stood here on the beach and looked at the sea.

The steam sailing ship that had been nearby had already left, and the sea in front of it was empty. It didn't take long for the waves to begin to rise on the surface of the sea, and a huge shadow appeared below the surface of the sea. As the waves surged, a huge sea turtle emerged from the sea.

It was an incredibly large sea turtle, with a carapace of more than fifty meters in length, but it didn't look vicious at all, and it didn't seem to have any demonic spirit. "Adelaida ......... It seems that you have learned a lot of spells in the past 150 years, and this turtle triggered by the spell seems to be your substitute and bodyguard at sea. Still, in his rocking chair, he took in the still-cold English summer weather as he observed what was happening in the hot Caribbean.

Adeleda jumped lightly onto the turtle's back, and the giant turtle struggled to move its limbs and began to crawl into the deep sea—it was too big...... Adlaida was no longer drowned, she leaned on the turtle's back armor, her eyes turned white, and the sea rippled with a faint song, and the turtle led the woman to the deep sea...... Bo Fu sighed with emotion, and then checked the whereabouts of the Black Swan, the sailing ship was now at the mouth of the Amazon River, and it would not be long before it was within the confines of the Caribbean islands.

Those people have not yet gone beyond the realm of mortals, they don't know any magic or jumping spells, and they have to honestly use all kinds of vehicles to go wherever they go. So Berfaux didn't have much to see, so he turned off Van Helsing and the Caribbean and focused his attention on the living room at 221B Baker Street.

The young deputy sheriff had just finished saying that their sheriff thought it was a homeless man, and they had arrested a homeless suspect about a mile or so from here because he had been spotted in the area late yesterday and had had an argument with the victim Old Terry, and the locals knew the homeless man who called himself Gerald, who had been making a living from petty theft and odd jobs around the area.

They captured the man, but the emaciated man refused to admit that he had killed old Terry, claiming to know nothing about it. In fact, the deputy sheriff did not think that the man's physique would allow the stout farmer Old Terry to escape, and that he could easily cut off Old Terry's head, which was cleanly cut off with some kind of sharp weapon, with an extremely smooth fracture and muscle contraction, proving that Old Terry had been cut off while he was still alive. The biggest problem was that Gerald was just over five feet tall, and Terry was nearly five feet and ten inches tall, and Gerard couldn't have cut off his head from behind unless he was on his knees—the same medical examiner proved that the blow came from about 35 degrees above the back.

The investigation stalled, but the sheriff refused to admit defeat, insisting that Gerard had done it — and then, on the third day of Gerald's jail time, another victim showed up .......... (to be continued......