dictionary.

encyclopedia.

Gazetteer.

A stone mask with a ferocious expression.

A parchment scroll written in runes.

A sculpture depicting the bust of a deformed creature.

Mystical talismans and totems from the Far East.

In addition, of course, there are pipes, one made of clay and one made of cherry wood. These two items, together with the Persian slippers containing tobacco, are placed on the mantelpiece, waiting for the owner to enjoy.

"Letter from Scotland Yard."

A man with sideburns and a medium build carefully walked through these strange collections and continued: "Justice Johnny in the East District claimed that the more than 40 serial murders were related to paganism. Do you want to take a look?"

"Wait a moment."

Holmes lowered his head and fiddled with the experimental equipment.

Beside him, there was a cowhide book with mysterious patterns spread out, but there was nothing on it.

"Well, you get busy first."

Watson shrugged and turned to admire his friend's strange collection.

Each of them has a mysterious origin, and even more so its purpose.

One time, the landlady Mrs. Hudson forgot her instructions and came over to clean the house with a feather duster. As a result, she accidentally touched a certain statue.

The poor old woman was in a coma from the nightmare for three days before she finally woke up.

In fact, if Sherlock Holmes had not returned in time when he went out to investigate, she would have been trapped in a dream until the end of her life.

And in silence.

Holmes, who was wearing oversized clothes, stopped his movements and raised his eyes to read the blank leather book next to him. It seemed that he had encountered difficulties in the experiment and needed to read the tutorial again.

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

Immediately afterwards, Mr. Holmes washed his hands, which were stained with lotions.

"I hope I don't fail again."

As he spoke, he opened the glass valve on the soft leather tube and let the mysterious liquid medium slowly drip into the pot.

"How many times did you experiment?"

"Forty-three times, I wanted to go to the slums in the afternoon to have a look, but a heavy rain was coming, so I had to stay at home and continue the experiment, hoping to succeed."

After temporarily finishing his work and waiting for the results, Holmes stood up and chatted with his partner and confidant.

The legendary detective of this era has a hairline that is not that dangerous and a beautiful peak that is not obvious. On the contrary, he looks very young, about thirty years old, with smooth skin and a square and strong jawline.

The only things that remain unchanged are the eyes and aquiline nose, which make Holmes appear particularly alert and decisive.

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

This glass of wine, like the fireplace, warmed him up again.

In Watson's eyes, the open cowhide book was not blank, it had a drawing of a buffalo man howling loudly——

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

Potions.

As a doctor of medicine, Watson had some knowledge of this field, especially during his military career in colonial India, where he was exposed to a large number of legends about potions.

According to legend, the most profound potion can make a person's body covered with dragon scales, invulnerable to invulnerability, and the wings stretched out from his back can fly freely.

It can even cause the user to breathe out dragon breath and burn everything in front of him to ashes.

"Justice Johnny shouldn't be able to lie, and he is not a person with limited knowledge."

Holmes took a sip of brandy and stared at the reacting experimental equipment as he spoke.

"Oh, pagans, a bunch of misguided guys. If possible, I really don't want to deal with them." Watson sighed.

"As a consultant detective, I cannot ignore Scotland Yard's request for assistance."

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

Just like that, a few more minutes passed.

A voice full of surprise sounded.

"The color is exactly as written!"

"Sticky, Qihong!"

Holmes was very happy that the experiment seemed to be successful, but out of caution, he first verified it several times with the poison test medium, and then took a tentative sip.

"It tastes like eel soup, the kind without seasoning, very fishy."

After waiting for a long time, Holmes shook his head. He could not feel the swelling feeling that filled the muscles of his body after drinking the power potion.

"Where did you go wrong again?"

Mr. Detective frowned.

Watson also came over and silently pondered the process recorded in the book in his mind.

"Let's do it again. I must have mastered all the clues that can be found from the above. The process is strictly according to the description in the text. There is probably something wrong with the heating temperature, and I have to find a way to stabilize it."

There was no clock in the room, only a stopwatch that counted down to the second.

Therefore, for the two people who were obsessed with the experiment, time passed so quickly that they did not realize that the sky had completely darkened.

The raindrops pattered on the windows, as if they had coated the glass with a fluid film.

Looking at the white world outside, Pan Ming stretched himself. He finally dealt with everything.

"I'll visit the headquarters of The Times soon... Lu Li and Duke should be waiting impatiently."

Pan Ming said as he picked up the prepared potion. This was a magic potion.

With all the forces of the Eastern system being banned, it allowed itself to have sufficient self-protection capabilities.

After all, the world seems peaceful, but supernatural events always happen, especially in East London, where there are too many strange sects hidden.

Gudu.

The sound of swallowing came out.

Pan Ming's delicate features were squeezed together, and he prided himself on being perseverant until he tasted the magic potion.

However, there was no time to waste. Pan Ming endured his nausea and began to take off his clothes in the secret room.

After a moment, the air in the secret room twisted like a whirlpool, and dots of light erupted from Pan Ming's body, fainting in the darkness, and then re-shrinking and seeping back into his body.

Back and forth several times.

Pan Ming's skin became whiter and whiter, and at the same time, the sound of bone friction continued one after another. His body began to rise, and his height increased to about 1.8 meters.

"The compensation given by the principal is simply a kind of torture, although the power acts in another way and returns to its peak state."

In the midst of murmuring, Pan Ming began to put on his clothes, and glanced at the medicine bottle unconsciously. Instantly, a strange smell filled his mouth, making him almost want to vomit.

Click.

The door opens.

Pan Ming grabbed an umbrella and fled the apartment, trying his best to forget the strange taste of the potion.

It is worth mentioning that Pan Ming did not open his umbrella. He only brought it with him to hide himself from others, because his figure gradually became transparent and blended perfectly with the heavy rain.

Target: The Times editorial board.
Chapter completed!