It was already afternoon, and the warm rays of late autumn sunlight shone into Sherlock Moriarty's home through the convex belly window, shining on the private detective's face, causing the lenses of his gold-rimmed glasses to reflect a golden glow, obscuring his eyes behind the lenses.

After a long time, he couldn't help but laugh, lowered his head, the corners of his mouth twitched behind his beard, and his abdominal muscles wrapped in his vest and shirt trembled.

"Haha, divination, divination...... Haha, hug, sorry," he put away his smile under Angel's serious gaze, "Then Miss Fortune Teller, can you show your hand to open the eyes of this uninformed detective, I don't disbelieve you, it's just ......"

The merciless ridicule for her handsome performance made Angel's already not-so-beautiful mood even worse, and she did not hesitate to refuse Moriarty's request.

Fortunately, the detective quickly returned to the point, perhaps realizing that the person sitting across from him was also an extraordinary person, perhaps curious about the truth about the "suicide" of the O'Nell family, he quickly took a pen and paper and wrote down the location of the gang's stronghold to save Emily, while circling a street on that map.

"Right here, on Winster Street in the Joewood district, a building with shops down and residential houses upstairs."

After a moment's thought, Moriarty got up from the couch, straightened his clothes, and walked to the coat rack at the door of the living room.

"I'd better go with you, lest you're in the wrong place," he said, turning back to the coat rack, "but I'm a private detective, and this kind of thing is a commission, and I have to pay for it." ”

Are you buying and selling?

Angel put away the map and the sticky notes with the address on it, and looked at the detective, who had suddenly become active.

"So, Detective Sherlock Moriarty, how much does this commission cost?"

"Given that this is an after-sales service for Mr. O'Neill, 1pence, 1p is enough."

Putting on a trench coat, the detective returned with a big smile.

……

Half an hour later, the two got out of the hired carriage and stood in the middle of Winster Street.

The road is more of an alley than a street, and many of the buildings on both sides have been privately equipped with roofs and supports that protrude from the main body, so that the already not very spacious street can only barely pass a four-wheeled carriage, and the two hired carriages need to slowly bypass each other when they meet, otherwise they will not be able to avoid bumps and bumps.

Moriarty's location is a three-story building sandwiched between these "illegal buildings", and the gang's stronghold, which has not been altered to its original appearance, looks a bit unique among the oddly shaped buildings around it.

"This is it, there were four or five gangsters in there last time I came, but there were no guns, and there was no special kind."

He should have meant "there is no extraordinary".

Angel nodded, looked at the endless stream of pedestrians around her, gave up the idea of climbing the wall and climbing the window, took out the "master key", walked up the steps, directly inserted the lock hole and twisted, opened the door as if returning to her own home, and walked in.

It was dark inside, only the sunlight from the doorway illuminated the carpet, shoe closet, and coat rack at the entrance, and in Angel's dark vision, there was no sign of anyone moving further into the living room.

Aren't you home, or have you been evacuated?

She did not let up, and quickly walked through the rooms on the first floor, and then went up to the second and third floors for a quick inspection.

"There is no one, but there are traces of many people's lives, judging from the clothes, at least five or six people have lived, all of them are men, the ashtrays have not been cleaned, the food bought has not rotted, I am afraid they all left in a hurry, and it is not long, three days at most."

Back on the first floor, looking at Moriarty who had cautiously entered the room, closed the door and turned on the light, Angel reported the results of his examination.

"Three days...... It was probably after you met Mr. O'Nell and before the O'nells 'committed suicide,'" Moriarty reached out to stroke his chin, but withdrew his right hand after touching his beard, and continued, "It's strange that it's been more than a week since I reported it to the police department, and they're still here, either because they have a reason to deal with the police or because they have people in the police department in Jowood. ”

"I'm going to go upstairs to see their living quarters and look for clues, and you're in charge of exploring the first floor to see if there's a basement?"

He looked at the stairs leading to the second floor and quickly made a decision.

Angel was thinking about how to get rid of the Extraordinary Detective so that he could use the Magic Mirror to find clues, and immediately agreed to his suggestion.

Watching the hem of Moriarty's trench coat disappear above the stairs, Angel took an almost full ashtray and two empty wine bottles in the living room, went to the study, stacked them together, took out the magic mirror and recited:

"The Magic Mirror tells me the information about the owner of these items."

The mirror soon revealed the scene of the building's living room, with several casually dressed men playing evil at the table, copper coins piled up in the corners, bottles of drunk wine thrown to the floor, and ashtrays full of cigarette butts.

"Let's go, Mr. Caping has a new mission, or the East End. In addition, they said that the location was unusable, packed up their things, and everyone left immediately. ”

At the orders of a man who entered the living room, several men threw down their cigarette butts, put away their playing cards, and left the building through the back door.

"It looks like they left three days ago, so who is Kapin? And what is the task given to them? ”

Brushing the mirror again, Angel tried to figure out who this "Mr. Capping" was.

Soon, the black mirror returned to normal, reflecting the ceiling of the study and Angel's black hair.

"There is not enough information, and sure enough, there is only one name that can't be divined......"

Hearing the footsteps coming downstairs, Angel quickly put away the magic mirror, walked out of the study, and saw Moriarty walking quickly down the stairs to the first floor, he buttoned the cufflinks on his left wrist with his right hand, and grabbed a lighter in his left hand.

"I found this on it, it was Mr. O'Neill's lighter, I saw him use it many times on the way to find clues, but when I found Emily, the lighter was still on him, which means that Mr. O'Nell was here after this, or someone brought the lighter to the building."

He explained, handing the lighter to Angel, who took it and looked at it carefully before recovering from the depths of his memory.

When Mr. O'Neill first came to the divination club, he took out this lighter several times, and the last time they met, he gave up several times when he wanted to light a cigarette, it turned out that he did not successfully quit smoking, but did not have a lighter?

Stroking the cold metal surface of the copper lighter, Angel's heart gradually sank, and all indications were that the death of the Oonell family was likely related to these gangsters, and the "Mr. Capping" behind them......

As he pondered how to tell the other party the results of the divination, Moriarty had returned to the gate and turned off the gaslight, as if he was not at all worried that the darkness would affect Angel.

"Let's go, let's go to O'Nell's house, there shouldn't be any more clues here."

"Do you know where his house is?"

Approaching the door, Angel asked curiously.

"I was afraid that something would happen on the road, and I was going to follow them home before leaving, and although Mr. O'Neill politely refused, when I left, I heard the address he gave when he hired a carriage, and I have a good hearing and memory."

Shrugging his shoulders, he pushed open the door and walked down the steps back down the busy street.

I didn't expect this guy's memory to be used not only to remember other people's nicknames, but also to use them in the right place......

Smiling, Angel left the building, intimately locking the door for the gangsters who weren't ready to return.

(End of chapter)