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The bell ringing sounds came from the large bell tower in Bojinhan City, which has remained unchanged for a century.

This represents the arrival of a new morning. Tens of thousands of people in Bojinhan City, regardless of their high or low status, and in all walks of life, will begin their busy life today in this ethereal bell.

The haze in the sky is still there, and the thin sunlight shines with incomplete light. From time to time, doves pass by in the air, leaving behind a sneering sound.

Then in every street and alley, there were noisy hawkings, and the ever-familiar police chasing thieves, shouting and scolding of thieves, or in a dark corner, beggars and hawkers fighting and entanglement, homeless men and newspaper boys, porters and other screams to attract business.

Lingling... From time to time, there are also horse hooves mixed with car rings, passing by quickly on the street. Then there is the fog and mud that are filled with the early morning, mixed with the strange smell of food, smoke and dust, and the choking breeze of coal ash.

Sherlock walked on the street with a tight umbrella. Not far from Baker Street, he held the bowler hat on his head and looked at the spire of the big bell tower.

Then he habitually took out the gold rose pocket watch, opened it, and corrected the time, which was exactly 9 a.m. After doing this action, he habitually put away the pocket watch, facing the direction of the big bell tower, and gave a slight gift.

After the ceremony, Sherlock tidied up the wrinkles on his clothes and continued to walk towards Apartment No. 23 South Baker Street.

"Maybe you want to buy a harder cane?"

Sherlock walked while glancing at the thief who was chased and running by.

If it is said that if there is an emergency such as robbery, theft, or if you encounter a beautiful lady who is being teased and harassed, as a good citizen, it will definitely not work with the deterrence of his umbrella!

"There is also a cane, and a pistol is also a must... After visiting Mrs. Madson, I went to the security department to collect equipment."

Sherlock thought so and gradually turned to Baker South Street.

The address of Apartment No. 23 in front of him was getting closer and closer, and Sherlock couldn't help but stop and observe carefully.

The second floor of the apartment, which had been half damaged before, has been wrapped in canvas and wooden strips, and it is like a decoration site, temporarily ensuring the safety of the second floor.

The first floor is still intact, and there is still a bearded police officer wearing a dark blue plaid white-edged police uniform and a high iron round hat standing at the door.

Hum? This means, the Social Assistance and Welfare Department is still protecting the apartment?

According to common sense, after Mrs. Madson was discharged from the hospital, it was impossible for any police officer to continue to maintain order.

"Meow, are you back?"

Just when Sherlock was confused, a voice came from behind.

He looked back and saw that it was indeed a sharp-eared black cat blinking green eyes and coming to him from the corner.

"Why are there still police here?" Sherlock asked whispered.

But Brooke did not answer this question, but stared at Sherlock, and after a while, he asked in his heart to speak:

"Have you regained consciousness and regained your extraordinary identity?"

Sherlock was stunned for a moment, then reacted, nodded vaguely:

"Yes."

"No wonder I think the distance between the seal is getting bigger and bigger recently. I should have guessed that you have recovered your extraordinary abilities..."

Brooke said softly to himself in a daze.

"Where is Mrs. Madson? Have you lived here all the time?" Sherlock asked with concern.

Boogie nodded: "I am very satisfied with Apartment 23, so I have been living here. Mrs. Madson is still in the nursing home of the Welfare Department..."

Sherlock frowned and asked quickly: "Is she injured? Is it serious?"

"No, Mrs. Madson is very safe. She was just a little sad. After the accident, Malfoy did not visit her, and you moved away. However, with my company, she was much better. Also..."

Brooke showed some puzzled expressions, "She seems to like being in a nursing home, and doesn't want to be discharged from the hospital right away... Some neighbors have visited her, and she has met many friends there..."

Sherlock thought for a while, then nodded with confidence:

"Oh, the normal mentality of an elderly widowed man. It's fine if she's fine. She shouldn't be back soon. After all, this is her home."

Brooke Kitten didn't understand, but nodded, "At present, her mental state is OK, and I'm very relieved."

"You seem to care more about Mrs. Madson than I do?" Sherlock quipped.

"I don't know why... Maybe like her, I also have the mentality of a lonely and widowed person..." Boogie showed some worries and thought about answering.

A awakened person who is not in the world... an extraordinary kitten who needs a sense of security... Sherlock gave an evaluation, but suddenly realized that when he approached the Booke kitten, he actually had no reason to palpitations.

This feeling is like facing the threat of a tiger or lion. The persecution that stimulates the mind is like a kitten rushing to bite.

Brooke seemed to notice something wrong with Sherlock's expression, and she was also shocked: "It seems that there is not much time left to have the negative effect of the seal..."

"You'd better hide from me soon..." Brooke said in a serious tone.

"What?"

Sherlock thought he had heard it wrong and stared at the sharp-eared black cat in front of him in confusion.

"You don't have to know the reason. In short, if I have friction with you, it's just an illusion or misunderstanding. Try to avoid me..." Brooke explained in a low voice, but did not explain the reason.

"This..." Sherlock shook his head hesitantly and helplessly, "Okay, I'll try my best to avoid..."

"But you don't have to worry. I feel that the power of my life's mother nest is getting stronger and stronger recently. It seems that my 'instinctive hourglass' has made considerable progress and can be able to restrain some unnecessary troubles."

Hearing the "instinct hourglass", Sherlock immediately became energetic and quickly asked:

"Can you talk about the 'instinctive hourglass'? I have lost my memory and just need this knowledge!"

After Booke woke up, he had experienced such troubles for a while. Naturally, he understood Sherlock's desire to seek knowledge and nodded:

"'Instinct hourglass' is one of the 'Revelation. Laws of Instinct'!"

"Revelation. The instinctive law is the basic rule that all extraordinary and must be clearly and carefully known. Because this is the foundation of the extraordinary system and the pillar of the extraordinary system."

"There are four instinct laws in total - 'instinct hourglass', 'instinct weight' and two more profound ones..."

"Every extraordinary person, when the promotion level reaches stability, he will sense the appearance of the 'instinctive hourglass'. The hourglass is a micro-reflection of timing and measurement."

"Only when your 'instinctive hourglass' is perfected, you can continue to advance to the next level. Of course, it is not ruled out that there are opportunists who take risks who will be promoted until they are perfected and are willing to bear bad consequences."

"In short, the 'instinctive hourglass' is the time measurement of your current ability. If you reach it, you can continue to move forward. If you cannot reach it, you must maintain your experience and wait for perfection."

In fact, before Brooke explained this, Sherlock had guesses based on the literal meaning. The current conclusion also confirmed his guess.

Sure enough, there was an upgrade process... Sherlock nodded slightly.

"What? Haven't you sensed the 'instinctive hourglass' appear yet?" Brooke asked curiously.

"Well, maybe I've just been promoted, and it takes time." Sherlock smiled.

"It won't be long. As long as you continue to use your extraordinary abilities and gain enough experience, you can sense it." Boogie said comfortingly.

Sherlock captured this key knowledge point and couldn't help asking:

"Frequent, large, and continuous use of extraordinary abilities is to practice? In other words, to enhance the instinct hourglass to achieve perfection, do you need to use extraordinary abilities more?"

Brooke's expression was a little confused. He hesitated, not knowing whether he nodded or shook his head:

"It can be understood so simply. But it is not this simple truth. It should be said that it is to exert extraordinary power under the characteristics of one's own source quality.

For example, my source belief is the mother nest of life, which represents reproduction. Then I must use more extraordinary powers in the aspects of reproduction and continuation of life."

Brooke said this, paused for a moment, thought for a while, and then said:

"Of course, everything needs to be understood by extraordinary people. You have your abilities, I have my abilities, how to use it to increase the instinct hourglass, the route is different."

"Okay, thank you very much for your guidance, it's very important to me!" Sherlock smiled and thanked.

He was about to continue asking what other profound considerations are there in the so-called "Revelation, the Law of Instinct".

Suddenly, a voice came:

"Is it little Sherlock? Oh my God, I finally found you!"

Sherlock and Brooke both turned their heads to look.

It turned out to be Mrs. Brown, who jogged over with eager steps, carrying a slightly bloated lotus-edged thick skirt.

"Hello, Mrs. Brown! Is there anything I can help you?" Sherlock hurried forward to meet him and asked politely.

Mrs. Brown gasped, holding Sherlock's arm, and after a while, she stroking her chest, she said with a embarrassed expression:

"I went to visit Mrs. Madson and wanted to find out where you are. You know, Shylock, in the private detective industry, our neighbors on Baker Street are very satisfied and recognized by you!"

With the bonus points from the last pet case, Sherlock did gain popularity on Baker Street.

"Thank you for your compliment, Mrs. Brown." Sherlock smiled, "Do you have something to investigate?"

"Yes..." Mrs. Brown nodded, but then hesitated and lowered her voice, "It's not convenient to talk here. Go to my house. I really need your help!"

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Ding Ding, Ding...

The fragrant black tea in the ceramic tea set stirs up and makes a pleasant sound.

The firelight was floating in the fireplace, and the firewood was burning crackling.

In the small living room of Brown's house.

"...You know, my husband is not very busy at work. Generally speaking, he will definitely get home before 6 pm. In his allowance, there are reimbursement expenses for hiring a carriage. For the tax department, these expenses are...
To be continued...