"Meow......"

Bang! The door was knocked open!

When Rooney saw this sudden scene, her scalp was so numb that she was surprised and shouted:

"Come in! Search for safety hazards and commend meritorious service!"

He shouted violently.

At this time of surprise, the two police officers involuntarily rushed forward a few steps and were surrounded by Rooney and rushed into the living room of the office.

Sherlock just turned back at the cat angrily, and was squeezed away by his side.

"Oops!"

At this time, it is too late to remedy it!

Sherlock's thoughts flew around and rushed into the room anxiously, trying to save as much as possible.

For example, he has found the missing animal...

Or there was a magical ritual happening...

Sherlock: "???"

“What’s the situation?”

Sherlock's steps were stunned.

At this moment, in front of him, Rooney and the two police officers who had already entered the door completely ignored the black fog vortex, white bone altar, and piles of struggling animals in the living room.

The three of them looked like they were blind, observing everywhere inside and outside the office room, but turned a blind eye to the weirdness around them.

What's even more bizarre is that someone stepped on the black fog vortex, clearly brushed past the bone altar, and walked past the piles of animals, but they couldn't see it at all.

“…”

Sherlock took a breath of air conditioning secretly, unable to explain the strangeness in front of him.

And there is a more ridiculous scene. Rooney is the most active one. He is stroking around, but when passing by the living room, he misses the altar and animals perfectly every step.

It looks like Rooney is playing together.

"What exactly is this? Is the altar covering itself?"

"Or, some kind of evil ritual is underway, blinding these people's eyes and sensations?"

Sherlock guessed in his heart, so he simply held his arm, stood at the door, watching coldly.

Thumb... Mrs. Madson also jogged upstairs in a hurry.

"Sherlock, what's going on? How could they be so arrogant and rude!"

Mrs. Madson waved her hand angrily.

It is obvious that the black mist simmered, whirlpools flowed, and animals spread in the living room. Mrs. Madson also knew nothing about such a terrible and ridiculous farce.

"It's okay, let them search, I'm innocent! What they do will be punished as they deserve."

Sherlock comforted Mrs. Madson.

The bearded police officer and the freckled police officer were already ashamed of shame.

They followed Rooney perfunctorily, spinning around like a headless fly.

"impossible!"

“Impossible…Impossible…”

Rooney is going crazy.

His face was flushed and his hands and feet were cold.

It was obvious that this second floor had all kinds of strange and terrifying momentum, constantly urging and moving around, and Rooney was absolutely sure.

But why are there nothing gained? No clues were found at all?

"Mr. Rooney, you are responsible for this mistake!"

The bearded police officer stopped, looked at Rooney seriously, and emphasized his tone.

"Mr. Rooney, you ask us to search, you ask us to slander Mr. Sherlock, this is a shameful act! You should apologize to Mr. Sherlock!"

The Freckled Police Officer also made serious accusations, looking very indignant.

"Okay gentlemen, this farce is over!"

Sherlock shouted loudly, "Your shameful behavior will be accused by the lawyer! As a good citizen, I will also report you to the city hall!"

The bearded officer and the freckled officer were immediately depressed and could no longer care about Rooney. They rushed to Sherlock to explain, and finally begged with them.

Mrs. Madson couldn't bear it and replied:

"You should take this Mr. Rooney away and let him receive punishment. We do not want to see this shameful act again!"

"As you wish, dear wife!"

"We will let him learn a lesson!"

The bearded police officer and the freckled police officer turned around like a wolf, restrained Rooney, and forced him out of the office's living room.

Rooney yelled as she struggled:

"I know your background! Don't want to deceive me, I will..."

Suddenly, his voice came to an abrupt end.

"Meow......"

A small, pure black pointed-eared cat appeared on the desk, with a strange and terrifying light emitted from the faint green pupils, staring at Rooney.

Rooney felt cold all over her body instantly, and her heart almost stopped beating.

At this moment, in his eyes, endless black fog tentacles bloomed on the desk, lingering and dancing. The black cat, like a descending messenger, squatting on the tentacles, stabbed Rooney's eyes and heart with a terrifying and warning look.

"The Evil God's minions!!"

"The Evil God's relatives...the Evil God's warning..."

Rooney couldn't make any sound at all, and he just shouted in shock in his heart.

His face was as pale as dead as a dead fish, and he was dragged by two police officers, dragged down the stairs in a daze, dragged out of the door, and dragged away.

"He seems to have something to say?"

Sherlock looked at Rooney's figure leaving, and felt something strange.

"Oh, what a cute kitten. I haven't seen such a cute little guy in years!"

Mrs. Madson looked at the little black cat in a blink of an eye, walked over quickly, and carefully carried it off the desk.

"Look, Sherlock, this little guy is too thin and seems to be malnourished. He doesn't look like a lost pet, his neck is not marked and his body is cold, so he should have been wandering around."

"Poor little guy, come on, I'll feed you something..."

Sherlock stared at the pointed-eared pure black kitten with a vigilant look.

All the harms were caused by this cat!

But the little black cat looked up at Sherlock with an innocent look, as if he was begging to stay, and faintly called out "Meow..."

Mrs. Madson hugged it lovingly and slowly went downstairs.

Sherlock sighed. Even if he wanted to denounce the culprit, it was not a good time at this time.

"Free away my mess first!"

Sherlock came to his senses, hurried into the room, and slammed the door.

There was still a strange scene in the living room.

Vortex, altar, piles of pets...

"what do I do?"

"Would you stuff them back in?"

Sherlock stared at the terrifying hole in the bone altar, surrounded by black mist, and felt that this was not a good idea either...

"Look at if I can move these pets first."

Sherlock approached, grabbed the back of the neck of a fat orange cat, and picked it up easily. He even took it in his hand and walked around it for a few times. The orange cat looked at him with a scared expression, trembling.

"You can move as you like, that proves that I can handle them."

Sherlock was very satisfied.

As long as the next step is handled properly, he can send all these pets back to his owner safely.

All missing pets from the 17th Baker Street house were successfully recovered.

Sherlock calculated the reward and felt that the wonderful sound of the golden pound was heard in his ears, and he couldn't help laughing.

"Pets can be dealt with, so what should I do with this altar?"
To be continued...