"Mr. Rooney?"

"Mr. Rooney!!"

Sherlock looked at Rooney in confusion and gradually increased his voice.

"Hmm? Ah?..."

Rooney suddenly woke up.

There were already a trace of sweat on his forehead, his heart was pounding, and he could hardly hide his fear and trembling. He gritted his teeth and retracted his gaze.

"What happened to you? Do you need to hire a doctor for you?"

Sherlock looked at Rooney's condition.

The man in front of him had a interrupted voice, his face was extremely pale, and his limbs were even trembling slightly, and he looked like he could faint at any time.

"It's okay, I'm fine... I'm disturbing..."

Rooney didn't even dare to take a look, lowered his head, held the umbrella tightly, walked quickly to unscrew the door, walked downstairs and rushed out of the door.

Sherlock looked at it all speechlessly.

His eyes fell on the edge of the door, and the messy raindrops and mud dots were really annoying.

"A rude uninvited guest..."

"Why are people in this world a little confused?"

Sherlock muttered dissatisfiedly, took the rag beside the clothes hanger, squatted on the ground to wipe the rainwater and muddy.

"I've intervened in some mysterious incident?"

"What strange and dangerous happened to this house?"

"What do he mean by these words?"

Sherlock fell into deep thought while wiping the floor.

Mrs. Madson downstairs was also disturbed by the movement of Rooney's haste. She went outside the door and closed the door, and walked upstairs with slight steps.

"Sherlock, what's going on? Haven't the business been negotiated?"

Mrs. Madson asked whisperingly, standing outside the office door.

Sherlock wiped the door clean and looked up at Mrs. Madson.

The amiable old woman, wearing a decent gray-blue wool home clothes, had her gray hair meticulously combed, and was looking over with a concerned look.

"It's not a business, Mrs. Madson, don't worry. He was just an investigator who passed by and came to interview about social issues about Berjinham..."

"Well, that's good..."

Mrs. Madson nodded, stared at Sherlock and sighed.

"Dear Sherlock, you are determined to be a respected private detective. But a person who often cleans the table and washes the floor and cleans the bathroom at home can easily waste the urgent time in his career."

This sentence was said lightly, but it immediately made Sherlock blush.

He quickly got up, wrung the rag, hung it behind the hanger, tidied the wrinkles on the windbreaker, and said ashamed:

"You are right, Mrs. Madson. I will definitely buy all the newspapers today and hurry up and visit everyone who publishes the search notice!"

Mrs. Madson continued to nod, hesitated for a moment, and said:

"I think your work should be given priority on Baker Street. We have so many neighbors and many decent people from all walks of life. Even if it is a small matter, it will build your abilities and reputation."

Sherlock looked at the old woman with gratitude, exclaiming from the bottom of his heart.

Mrs. Madson is the landlord, the housekeeper and the nanny for Sherlock Kidd. She has three meals a day, daily customer reception, and her care and concerns inside and outside, and it is not too much to say that she is the second mother.

If it were Sherlock Kidd, after hearing this, he would go in his left ear and out of his right ear. A reckless and proud student would never follow the advice of a retired nurse.

So it is obvious that after Mrs. Madson finished speaking, she was still as usual, secretly preparing to go downstairs and leave.

"Mrs. Madson, is there a case that is suitable for me among our neighbors? I can do it whether it is searching for things or investigating private matters."

Sherlock stepped forward, kindly picked up Mrs. Madson, invited her into the room and sat down, and poured a cup of hot black tea and handed it to her.

Then he sat opposite Mrs. Madson and listened carefully.

Mrs. Madson was obviously not used to Sherlock's enthusiasm, holding the black tea cup and staring at Sherlock blankly.

After all, the child in the past was stubborn and unsociable, and rarely showed his true emotions.

“……Uh, some neighbors have indeed mentioned it…”

Mrs. Madson was stunned for a while, and after returning to calm, she thought for a while and said:

"Something strange has happened recently."

"Oh? Please say! About what?" Sherlock asked expectantly.

"There have been more than a month recently. On our Baker Street, many families have cats or dogs, even geese and foals, all of which have been mysteriously missing and unknown."

“Didn’t they report the case to the Public Security Bureau?”

"The security department will accept the disappearance of a slightly expensive dog or foal. But you know, the security department in Berjinham has never been very reassuring... So, there has not been any good results yet."

Sherlock heard this and thought about it carefully.

When looking for pets, whether it is difficult or not, at least the employer will not be able to pay a penny. After all, you are your own cat or dog and you are considered relatives.

Anyone who is willing to pay for a pet means that he has the ability to pay for the money, and even if he is happy, he can still pay more.

However, the former Sherlock Kidd, or most private detectives, was not very willing to take on this job. The reason is very simple. If you talk about something like cat or dog, you can't add points if you tell me it. Those with thin faces may even feel that they have lost their image as a detective.

After all, no one wants to recite the title of "cat and dog detective", whether it is a good name or a bad name...

"Yes, I'm willing to take over these pet disappearances."

Sherlock wants to fight for his shriveled wallet, and immediately say seriously:

"Do you have a specific list of personnel? I can visit you right away!"

Mrs. Madson was so happy with Sherlock's serious change, and the black tea she was carrying was almost spilled out.

"No need to visit one by one, I will take you to see Mrs. Brown. She is a enthusiastic person and she understands all the cases!"

...

Bang, bang, bang... The dirty road splashed everywhere, and Rooney ran wildly.

Until he rushed into the fork in another street, he stopped panting and held the wall to calm his panic.

After a long time, after several deep breaths, Rooney looked up and looked back.

From this street intersection, if you have good eyesight, you can vaguely see the roof of No. 23 Baker South Street and the remaining corner of the windowsill.

At this moment, in Rooney's horrified and shocked vision.

At the edge of the windowsill of No. 23 Baker South Street, hundreds of black fog tentacles floated out unscrupulously, forming an extremely strange pattern that was shrouded in steaming.

It seems that there is a vague "eye pupil" that closes eyes, surrounded by countless black fog tentacles, as if it is the center. Even if you take a look at it more, it will make you tremble and terrify, and you will feel horrified.

"hiss......"

Rooney took a long breath of air conditioning and quickly lowered his head, not daring to touch the mysterious "eye pupils" with his own eyes.

"Not to be viewed, not to be imagined, not to be touched, not to be blasphemous..."

"Any gaze from an unknown realm is the beginning of falling into the abyss of death... Any unknown malicious shadow, any unknown source, is the relative of the ancient evil god..."

Rooney murmured to himself, chanting the knowledge and rules of the secret person.

Until his body and mind were completely calm, Rooney started quickly again, turned the corner, ran to a safe house and let out a long breath.

"I have observed him and that house for almost two months. The result is obvious now. This seemingly ordinary young man is indeed related to a secret evil organization!"

"But he is protected by powerful mysterious forces, what should I do?"

"Are you reporting to the captain? Or am I continuing to follow up and investigate?"

"It's a pity that I once again recklessly revealed my identity! I have violated the rules many times with such a stupid approach... but I don't know that this young man would be so terrible..."

"Will he be suspicious of me? Will he be attacked?"

Rooney's face was gloomy and he couldn't make up his mind to do it.

"The large number of animal annihilation cases on Baker Street must have a lot to do with this young man named Sherlock!"

"This is my independent task. If I fail, then promotion will become a delusion... No, I have to take this responsibility!"

Rooney gritted his teeth, clenched his fists and waved himself to cheer himself up.

Sudden!

"Meow......"

A black kitten rushed out from under his feet!

Rooney was caught off guard and almost threw out the "secret spell scroll" in fear.

The black kitten seemed to be a ray of black smoke, coming and going quickly, walking away from Rooney's feet and disappearing into the shadows in the far alley.

"Huh...it's just a cat, an ordinary cat..."

Rooney clenched his fist and coughed lightly to hide his embarrassment. Then he opened the umbrella and left quickly.

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