At dawn of that day, Bo Fu was already sitting in front of the fireplace in the room. Due to the latitude, it was too late in the morning to go to bed. He lay on the rocking chair in front of the fireplace and fell asleep. Unconscious power fluctuations spread throughout the swamp. Just downstairs of this two-story hotel, a black puppy stood in the bushes and looked up at Bo Fu's balcony in the room, barked gently, and then lay down to sleep.
The next day, Bofu and Sherlock Holmes actually took the same train, but they returned to London in different private rooms. This time, Bofu simply took a hotel near Baker Street as his new destination. "The matter of the headless knight has not been resolved yet. I look forward to Mr. Holmes giving me a new surprise." When he said this, Bofu was playing with a round bead in his hand, which was the thing left by the puppy before he disappeared in front of Bofu at dawn - it seemed to use this to thank Bofu... "The Necrotic Pearl... I didn't expect that this dog could also use the soul of the prey to make this thing."
After only three days of calm days, Bofu saw Sherlock Holmes frowning and thinking about something for the past three days, and also heard Sherlock Holmes muttering to himself: "Another Mastiff? The disappearing footprints? I always feel something is wrong..." Bofu's magic can guarantee that he can see and hear all this, and Bofu doesn't want to find out what Holmes was thinking in his head, because Baskerville's hound should end here according to the novel.
Three days later, the consulting detective at Building B, 221 Baker Street had a new case - this time a deputy sheriff from the Highlands came here to get help. "Mr. Sherlock Holmes?" asked the young freckled deputy sheriff cautiously.
"How about a glass of whiskey with soda? Yes, I'm Holmes." The tall and thin man temporarily put down his thoughts and instead received the deputy sheriff in front of him. He asked the other party to sit on the sofa and sat down in the rocking chair to listen to the other party's questions - but in fact he had already expected it. Just when the deputy sheriff was hesitating in the carriage, Holmes had already told Watson about his reasoning about the visitor. Sherlock Holmes had already had a premonition about what the officer would say - after all, he was paying attention to the area in charge of the officer. What happened in the Scottish Highlands had also been noticed by him a few weeks ago.
The police officer thanked Watson who came over with the wine, sat on the sofa and took a big sip, and then began to say: "Mr. Sherlock Holmes, you must also know the murder that happened here recently? I really have no idea - the homeless man we found was impossible to do that, and just as we were detaining him, another person was murdered in the room! He also lost his head, and we still haven't found it yet!"
"Hissergeant, take another sip, and then slowly tell me the matter, to be detailed..." Sherlock Holmes comforted the officer and made his own request-the officer was so depressed that he had spoken a little confused.
"Well, the first case happened two weeks ago. On Monday morning, a local farmer drove a carriage to take the oats to the warehouse. Then he found the body of poor Old Terry on the side of the road less than fifteen yards from the Hastings Forest. The body had no head. Farmer Custer was frightened when he saw it. Instead of driving the carriage back to call the police, he jumped out of the carriage and ran all the way and shouted, all the way to the village. Then at nine o'clock in the morning, I arrived at the scene..." As the officer said, the scene of the first case was told.
As the police officer said. It was an ordinary morning when Farmer Custer discovered the body of another farmer Terry in the village. He did not recognize who it was at first, but when the police surrounded him with the locals watching the fun, someone recognized Terry's clothes and some of his physical characteristics. Poor Terry's wife almost fainted when she saw the scene. When the police woke her up and asked the question of when he finally saw Terry, Mrs. Terry replied in tears that she was less than five in the morning when she saw Terry. Terry said that he had something to go to the pig farm once, and then got out of bed and put on his clothes and went out. It was the moment when she saw him again.
To be on the safe side, the officer had to harden his heart and let the poor woman carefully identify the body. Finally, he fully confirmed that this was Terry after leaving the house at 5 o'clock in the morning. The body lay on the roadside about fifteen yards from the Hastings Forest and was parallel to the road. The footprints were found in the mud behind the foot of the body. After identifying it was Terry's own footprints. The distance between the footprints was quite large, and the marks on the toes clearly mean that Terry was running. "You mean that Terry was cut off his head while running? Then you searched, but even the police dog could not find Terry's head?" Holmes interjected. The officer nodded, "That's right, Mr. Holmes. We found the police dog, but we just couldn't find Terry's head."
Local public opinion is full of rebellion. This is a murder case that has not happened in many years? And it is such a strange and legendary murder case! There are all kinds of people saying anything at once, from Terry's wife secretly catching up and cutting off her husband's head to the legendary Black Knight in the Hastings Forest since ancient times, cut off Terry's head... and all kinds of foreigners or madmen lurking in the local area to specifically chop people's heads. This nonsense was circulating at that time.
This rumor also affected the police's investigation. The local police naturally would not believe that it was a folk superstition such as the Black Knight, and Terry's wife was definitely not suspected of committing the crime - because she also got up after Terry got up. Along the way, several women saw her walking towards the other side of the cow pen. She squeezed milk until everyone ran over and told her that something happened to Terry.
On the other side of Baker Street, a hotel room. Bofu sat in a rocking chair, and projected two screens floating in the air - his streamlined and streamlined water mirror technique, one of which is the House of Sherlock Holmes, and the other is the view of the distant Wallachia... "Very good, Mr. Holmes, use your deduction to solve this case." Bofu saw that the police were still describing the discovery of the first corpse, so he slightly moved his attention to another picture.
Dr. Van Helsing, a cool middle-aged man with a very stylish style, has completed the field investigation. He dug up the graves of all the people who died at the hands of Count Dracula according to records, and confirmed the situation of the corpses inside - almost without exception, they were all nailed into the coffin by wooden stakes. "Actually, I think the local people are powerful, and the victims over the past few hundred years can remember a lot..." This is the words of Dr. Van Helsing to the priest who accompanied him here when he was looking up local documents.
"Next we are going to the Vatican, where we should have what we need." Van Helsing said to the priest. "Lesson 13 of Escalio... As the last judges among them, of course you have the authority to query the information." The priest replied, and his eyes were on a strange cross hanging around Van Helsing's neck......