A Weird Theater That Started In London

dictionary.

encyclopedia.

Gazetteer.

Stone mask with a hideous expression.

A sheepskin scroll written in runes.

A sculpture depicting a bust of a deformed creature.

Mysterious talisman and totem from the Far East.

In addition, of course, a pipe, a clay texture, and a cherry wood floor are indispensable. These two things are placed on the mantelpiece together with the Persian slippers for tobacco, waiting for the owner to enjoy.

"Letter from Scotland Yard."

A man with a sideburn and a medium build cautiously walked through these weird collections and continued: "The Justice Johnny of the Eastern District claimed that the forty serial homicides were related to paganism. Would you like to see it?"

"Wait a moment."

Holmes lowered his head, fiddling with the experimental equipment.

Next to him, there was a leather book stand with a mysterious pattern, but there was nothing on it.

"Well, you should be busy first."

Watson shrugged and turned to admire the strange collection of his friend.

Each of them has a mysterious origin, especially its purpose.

Once, Mrs. Hudson, the landlord, forgot to tell and ran over to clean with a feather duster. As a result, she accidentally came across a certain statue.

The poor old woman was in a coma in the nightmare for three full days before she was able to wake up.

In fact, if Sherlock Holmes hadn't returned in time, she would have been in a dream until the end of her life.

And in silence.

Sherlock Holmes, wearing a large dress, stopped his movements and looked up to read the blank leather book next to him. It seemed that the experiment had encountered difficulties, and he needed to read the tutorial again.

Three minutes later, some unknown mineral powder and spar were put into the crucible and heated.

Immediately afterwards, Mr. Holmes washed the hands that were stained with potion.

"I hope I don't fail again."

As he said, he twisted the glass valve on the soft leather tube to let the mysterious liquid medium slowly drip into the pot.

"How many times have you experimented?"

"Forty-three times, I wanted to go to the slums in the afternoon, but the heavy rain is coming. I can only stay at home and continue my experiments, hoping to succeed."

After finishing work for the time being, Holmes, who was waiting for the result, stood up and chatted with his partner and confidant.

For the legendary detective of this era, his hairline is not so dangerous, and the tip of a beauty is not obvious. On the contrary, he looks very young, about thirty years old, with smooth skin and a strong chin.

The only constant is the gaze and the hooked nose, they make Holmes look particularly alert and decisive.

"I hope your weird experiment can be successful and open my eyes." Watson took the brandy handed over by his friend.

This glass of wine is like a fireplace, warming him up again.

In Watson's eyes, the unfolded cowhide book was not blank, with a picture of a howling yuffalo--

Holmes believed that this was a potion that could temporarily increase strength.

Potions.

As a doctor of medicine, Watson has a good understanding of this field, especially during his military career in the Indian colonies, he was exposed to a lot of legends about potions.

According to legend, the deepest potion can make a person's body full of dragon scales, invulnerable to swords and guns, and the wings stretched out from the back can fly freely.

It can even make the user spit out the dragon's breath and burn everything in front of him to ashes.

"Justice Johnny shouldn't be able to lie, and he is not a simple-minded person."

Holmes took a sip of the brandy, and while speaking, he stared at the experimental equipment that was reacting.

"Hey, heretics, a group of misguided guys, if you can, I really don't want to deal with them." Watson sighed.

"As a consultant detective, I can't ignore Scotland Yard's request for help."

With that, Holmes poured himself another glass of wine and added: "But I have to wait for the results of the experiment."

Just like that, another few minutes passed.

A voice full of surprises sounded.

"The color is the same as in the record!"

"Viscous and red!"

Holmes was very happy that the experiment seemed to succeed, but out of safety, he first verified it several times with the test vector, and then tried to take a sip.

"It tastes like eel soup, the one without seasoning, it's very fishy."

After waiting for a long time, Holmes shook his head. He couldn't perceive the swelling feeling that filled the muscles of the whole body after drinking the power potion.

"Where did you get it wrong again?"

Mr. Detective frowned.

Watson also leaned in, and silently figured out the process recorded in the book in his heart.

"Let's do it again. I must have mastered all the clues I can find from the above. The process is strictly described in the text. Maybe there is a problem with the heating temperature, and I have to find a way to stabilize it."

There is no clock in the room, only a chronograph that counts down to the second.

Therefore, for the two people who were addicted to the experiment, time passed so quickly that they didn't realize that the sky was completely dark.

The rain crackled on the windows, as if coating the glass with a film that could flow.

Looking at the white world outside, Pan Ming stretched out, and he finally handled everything.

"I'll visit the headquarters of The Times in a while... Lu Li and Duke should be anxious."

Pan Ming said as he picked up the prepared potion, it was a potion.

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Gurgling.

There was a swallowing sound.

Pan Mingqing's beautiful facial features were squeezed together, and he boasted of perseverance until he tasted the taste of the potion.

However, there was no time to waste. Pan Mingqiang endured his nausea and began to undress in the secret room.

After a while, the air in the secret chamber was distorted like a whirlpool, and Pan Ming's body sprayed out splats of light, fainted in the dark, and then condensed again and penetrated back into his body.

Several times back and forth.

Pan Ming's skin became more and more pale, and at the same time, the sound of bone rubbing continued, and his body began to rise, increasing to about 1.8 meters.

"The compensation given by the principal is simply a torture, although the power has been restored to its peak state by acting in another way."

Pan Ming began to put on his clothes and glanced at the medicine bottle involuntarily.

Click.

The door opened.

Holding an umbrella, Pan Ming left the apartment as if fleeing, and tried his best to forget the strange taste of the potion.

It is worth mentioning that Pan Ming did not open the umbrella, and brought this thing just to hide the eyes and ears, because his figure gradually became transparent and blended perfectly with the rainstorm.

Target: The Times Editorial Office.

If nothing else, Lu Li and Duke will be able to find out where everyone should meet through the newspaper tomorrow morning.

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