In an office at the British Museum, Dr. Van Helsing frowned as he looked at the notebook Holmes had given him. He looked carefully and again, then took out a map of England, flipped to the local map and pointed it with his finger. Then Dr. Van Helsing stood up and walked briskly to the shelves, "This one....... this one! and this one!" he muttered, pulling out several heavy books, slapping them on the table and turning them over quickly. Two Sherlock Holmes and one Watson came up to look at it, and one of them still had a contemptuous face for charlatans, "This book looks like a forgery! The cover of the sixteenth century is correct, but the parchment and ink in it are all forged in the last thirty years!"

But Dr. Van Helsing ignored him, and instead excitedly pointed out to them the different records in the book—an old record archive of several sightings and encounters, witnesses, time, and signatures from local churches. "Thank you Sherlock! I have solid evidence this time!" Van Helsing didn't say that he had already hunted many dark creatures across Europe..........

Sherlock Holmes, Dr. Watson, and Dr. Van Helsing hurried out the door, called a carriage and prepared to go to the train station, and Van Helsing and Holmes taunted each other along the way: "Huh, you fortune teller, don't you believe in supernatural mysteries? What are you going to do with me? Are you really going to be my graduate student?", "I'm just going to debunk your charlatan's tricks!"

Bo Fu casually turned off the picture, and then he walked out to the deck to blow the sea breeze. At a distance behind the Black Swan, at a depth of more than 100 meters. A huge turtle followed unhurriedly. "You're still not giving up. Adelaida ......," Bo Fu muttered lazily. Then the Black Swan disappeared into the Caribbean Sea with a burst of fog.

Not to mention the ethereal song of the turtle and the beautiful woman, when the Black Swan reappeared, it was already above the almost blue waters—only this time in the Mediterranean...... The weather in the Mediterranean is very nice, not as hot as the Caribbean, but far more pleasant than the humid and muggy Caribbean Sea. Bo Fu's Black Swan came to rest silently near the shore, and the weather ahead was clearly split in half at some distance—one side was a beautiful day, and the other half was a gloomy storm and rain that did not see the light of day. In the center of the storm, a rather large ocean-going steam schooner loomed. Much larger than the Black Swan of Burghuo. The storm followed the sailboat, and Bo Fu lazily lay on the beach chair on the deck and said cool words: "The target you want to find is only a few kilometers away at most, but it's a pity ......."

The ship cleaved past the Black Swan and sailed straight west. And beyond the confines of the storm, a high-speed sailboat hung in the distance, following the storm at an "ordinary" speed of ten knots.

Bo Fu followed the storm with great grace, followed it all the way to London, where it merged into the port of London inconspicuously - the weather in England was always bad anyway, and as long as the storm stopped, a mere cloud-covered tattered weather was normal for England. And Bo Fu also took the opportunity to disguise himself and blended into the port of London, and the ship had already become a ship of death along the way. But under the protection of black magic, no one expressed any surprise that this unmanned ship was able to dock normally.

And along the way, Dr. Van Helsing also found the cause of Terry Sr.'s death. Dr. Van Helsing took a few steps in the direction of his feet when the body had fallen from the place where Old Terry had died. Then he threw a handful of sand from his hand, "Blessed sand, from Egypt......" Holmes scoffed.

As the holy sand fell, black smoke rose up on the ground, wisps of smoke, and then charred horseshoe prints began to appear on the surface, and huge horseshoe prints stretched one meter from the place where the body fell. Sherlock Holmes didn't say anything, he looked at Van Helsing with an expected expression, but his mouth was still muttering words that he couldn't hear clearly, but Dr. Watson had already opened his eyes, and he could be sure that Dr. Van Helsing couldn't and didn't have time to play tricks, and the appearance of such a spectacle was an eye-opener for Watson- It is impossible to subvert the view of the world of grandma, and it can be said that there are very few people who deny the supernatural mystery as firmly as Sherlock Holmes these days, and most of the people of the British Empire still believe in all kinds of superstitions.

The source of the horseshoe prints has been along the road, turning into the forest at the fork in the road. The three men sprinkled the sand as they walked uphill, but the horseshoe prints disappeared at the gate of the ruins......... Van Helsing raised his head and looked at the manor in front of him, which had been abandoned for more than a hundred years, with a serious face. At this time, the sun in the sky was also obscured by a cloud, and the wind blew through the forest and blew a chill on people. The manor was very quiet, except for the hollow screeching of the wind through the branches and broken walls. This empty place gives people a wordless sense of desolation, which makes people feel creepy for no reason.

The three of them didn't stay long, they quickly turned around and left the place, if it weren't for the supernatural Headless Horseman or something, Holmes himself would have reconstructed the scene of the crime-" The man saw something near the forest, and he turned and fled, as evidenced by his footprints...... Then he was followed by this so-called 'Headless Horseman', his horse was not fast, the man just took this behavior as if it was a kind of hunting, he chased Terry in front of him unhurriedly, and then swung the knight's heavy sword in his hand - very easily borrowed horsepower to cut off Terry's head........."

As for how to solve the case, Van Helsing said that it is not your charlatan's business, and Holmes should go back to his London 221B Baker Street to cheat and eat and drink. Holmes sneered and said that he had decided to watch here and see how Van Helsing, the fake mage, would end.

They stayed there for two weeks....... and returned to London with nothing. It was almost at the same time that Holmes saw a message in the Times - "We sadly announce the unexpectedly death of Sir Henry Baskerville......

Sherlock Holmes sat down in the rocking chair with a grim face, while at the same time Bo Fu was also sitting in the captain's room on the Black Swan and laughed softly: "Sure enough...... I don't think it's right........" After a few minutes, Holmes, who closed his eyes, opened his eyes, Watson was still lamenting that Sir Henry was so unlucky, they had solved a strange case together a few months ago and he had just gotten married, but he didn't expect to pass away like this, and Holmes, who opened his eyes, said in a low voice: "That woman....... that woman.......... she played us all!" Almost immediately bounced out of his chair, Holmes rushed to the post office to prepare to send a telegram. And Bo Fu opened his eyes and ........., "Sure enough, he has gone away...... and reasonably claimed to have sold the estate out of grief........."

The Baskerville's case is finally over, and the hounds roaming the marsh will continue to search for its prey—"This stupid woman, what she has done has effectively freed the hound, and she will be chased by the hound – until she is caught!"

London is now shrouded in darkness, and a handsome middle-aged man has set foot on London soil—a land he has never been to in the past hundreds of years. He has his own goal, he will take that goal with him, and he will fulfill his heart's desire here. But before he could do that, he had to make sure that the lackeys of the Holy See, who had been watching him all the time, couldn't find him - not out of fear, just so that they wouldn't cause unnecessary interference until he had done what he had to do.

Dr. Van Helsing also knew that the one had arrived in London—one of Rome's greatest enemies of the Thirteenth Lesson of Iscariot for hundreds of years, and that one's every move was watched by many eyes. Although they could not find the location of the Count's castle, which had vanished into ruins a hundred years earlier, they had placed surveillance on the main road of more than a kilometer centered on the Count of Wallachia. Although the Count was powerful and white had not appeared for years, the Holy See had not let its guard down for a moment—after all, it was the Demon King who had nearly destroyed the Inquisition. Finally they were lucky enough to find the ship that the Count had rented - the dark magic had shrouded the hapless ship, and if they couldn't find it, the Holy See would really be able to die......... Therefore, the information had already been transmitted by telegram to Dr. Van Helsing in London, and he was ready, "Destroy that demon king or be destroyed by that demon king!" (To be continued......)