A Weird Theater That Started In London

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Baker Street, 221.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, there was an abnormal noise in Holmes' studio. Then, the smoke burst at a speed visible to the naked eye. At first, it was no more than the size of a fist, but it quickly swelled out and filled the entire small building.

"Cough cough cough..."

"This smell, cough!"

In the white smoke, Officer Wensley kept coughing, covered his nose and said, "It's too strange."

"Alas, failed again!"

A sigh sounded.

Looking through the thick fog, I could vaguely see someone walking near the windowsill.

With a click, the smoke swiftly dissipated as the windows were opened, and Holmes finally emerged.

Elegant, thin, with a square and strong chin, and a head of curly hair that seems to have not been taken care of in a long time.

"Long time no see, Mr. Holmes."

The smoke completely subsided, and Officer Wensley's face returned with a smile, and he took the initiative to say hello.

Wensley was a more humble man than those of his peers, even though he was of high rank.

In addition, the police officer is also willing to go deep into the abyss of Whitechapel to help the poor as much as possible.

It is not easy to find a young and graceful leader among a group of idiots.

That's what Sherlock Holmes said about Wesley.

"have not seen you for a long time."

Saying that, a pair of grey eyes swept towards Lu Li and the others, wondering, "Who are these?"

"The detective team entrusted by the serial murder case in the Eastern District." Wensley explained softly, "Some of you have admired you for a long time and want to come and visit."

"Aren't young people now like fighting alone?"

With that said, Holmes walked quickly to the wine cabinet, took out two bottles of brandy, and turned the stove on, pouring wine for everyone, and saying:

"Just find a place to sit, don't touch those collections."

Clay pipes...cherry wood pipes...tobacco-stuffed Persian slippers...magic scrolls...the parchment manuscript...

Bai Yu and the other three looked around like Grandma Liu entered the Grand View Garden. They felt that every collection in this place was of great value, and they subconsciously wanted to be licking dogs.

If Sherlock Holmes was coaxed into joy, the legendary detective chose one of the hundreds of things in front of him as a gift for the first meeting, wouldn't it take off in place?

It's a pity that Cuan Fu is not a boy who looses money.

At this moment, Sherlock Holmes was in a tangle. Among the visitors, there were two people who made him feel particularly close, especially when Duke took out his pipe and asked:

"Do you mind smoking?"

To be honest, the moment he saw the briar wood pipe, Holmes even wanted to turn around and bring over all his cherry wood pipes and Persian slippers, and everyone enjoyed and chatted.

However, the feminine-looking man next to him made him disgust for no reason, without any reason, it was entirely from the heart.

As for the three Bai Yu, Sherlock Holmes didn't care at all, they were just as inconspicuous as passers-by.

"Please help yourself."

Holmes pressed the doubts in his heart and responded with a smile.

The scene got a little weird.

In fact, Lu Li was also puzzled. When the original time and space met, Sherlock Holmes was very enthusiastic. He was a talkative and funny man. Why does he seem to be a different person now?

It was thanks to Officer Wensley's mediation that the atmosphere wasn't so cold.

"Last night, Watson sent the invitation letter, but as you can see, I've been busy with some personal affairs recently..."

Sherlock Holmes turned down the invitation to participate in the investigation of the serial murder case, which caused everyone present to frown.

"What's more, with the help of so many excellent private investigators, the truth will soon be found out."

Duke looked surprised, and was about to ask, when he saw Lu Lichao shaking his head slightly.

"That's a real pity."

"I thought I could investigate the case with you and get to the bottom of the investigation..."

Having said that, Lu Li sighed, changed the subject, and said, "But can you provide us with some necessary help? For example, some esoteric knowledge."

"Of course."

Sherlock Holmes answered very succinctly, seeming to forget that he had just politely refused Scotland Yard's request, and continued: "If you encounter any difficulties, come here to find me at any time, and if anyone is not available, you can leave a message."

This attitude...

Lu Li faintly guessed what was going on.

In fact, not only him, but Pan Ming also noticed something in his heart, and his mood was extraordinarily complicated.

Who would have thought that the entrance examination would leave such serious sequelae!

"Mr. Holmes, do you have any relevant records about the Supreme Mother Goddess?"

After calming down a bit, Lu Li had already accepted the reality. Under this circumstance, he and Duke would never be able to leave Pan Ming alone and leave Holmes alone.

It is enough that the other party is willing to provide relevant information.

"Which legend are you referring to? Far East, or Northern Europe."

"The goddess of darkness and abundance, the black goat of the forest that has given birth to thousands of descendants."

"It seems that you have found the clue, and the idea coincides with Johnny Justice."

Sherlock Holmes turned around, searched for a moment among the bookshelves full of classics, and added: "Here is mentioned above, but it is difficult to verify the authenticity of the content."

"Because it doesn't say who the original author is, and the whole article is in modern English."

Lu Li took the manuscript in the binder from Sherlock Holmes and guessed, "It's probably a translation."

"That's right, the person who wrote this book is an archaeologist. He declared at the beginning that he found a large number of murals in an underground cave by the North Sea, as well as a large number of rune characters carved on it."

"After ten years of study and translation, the author translated it all. However, he passed away two days after the book was written, and there was no time for streamlining and proofreading."

"About half a century later, this first draft ended up in the Covent Garden market. The seller was the grandson of an archaeologist. He had no serious job and made a living by selling his family's antiquities at a low price."

Sherlock Holmes has an amazing memory, he can tell the origin of all the collections and related stories.

[During the new moon~www.readwn.com~ you can summon Shab Nicholas in any forest area...]

[Awakening Shabu Nicholas, the black goat of the forest that gave birth to millions of descendants, needs to sacrifice things related to the birth of life]

[Summoning language: Yay! Shab Nicholas! The black goat of the forest that has bred thousands of descendants! 】

Glancing over a large amount of known and useless content, Lu Li quickly extracted valuable information.

Life conceived?

This is not something one person can do.

Why do pagans have to stare at unclean women?

Until now, Lu Li has not found a clear answer to this question, and can only continue to speculate.

"Take this book first and study it slowly. I will also help pay attention to the books about the Supreme Mother Goddess."

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