I weave fate in parallel time and space

Chapter 532 The Third Person

"How are you sure this ring does not belong to the deceased?"

"The deceased was not married, let alone had a girlfriend. Judging from the wear and tear of the ring, this ring had been worn for at least ten years and was often taken off, so it is even more unlikely to belong to the deceased."

Sherlock held the ring up to the light and examined it carefully.

"The ring should be important to the murderer. Perhaps it belonged to his late wife."

"How do you know his wife is dead?"

"Who would wear his wife's ring on himself. Excluding divorce, few people would wear the other person's ring on themselves after the relationship breaks down, and would not give their own ring to the other person." Sherlock said .

"And, most importantly, it allows him to go back at the risk of being discovered by the police. This ring is obviously very important, and it doesn't look like an emotional breakdown."

Watson nodded, "It does make sense."

Sherlock handed him a piece of paper, "This is the lost and found item I wrote. You can drop this thing off at the newspaper office tomorrow."

Watson took the piece of paper and looked carefully at the sentence written on it.

"This morning, I picked up a gold ring on Brixton Street, between White Hart's Tavern and the woods. If you lose it, please go to Mr. Watson in Chania Tavern to claim it from [-] to [-] tonight. .”

"Please forgive me for using your name." Sherlock said, "I am quite famous among the police, so it is possible for someone to recognize me."

Watson shrugged disapprovingly, "It doesn't matter, but aren't you afraid of danger? Do we need to call the police?"

"Involving those losers will only make things very troublesome." Sherlock waved his hand and said, he raised his head and looked at Watson, "Do you have a gun?"

"There's a revolver."

"That's enough. There won't be too many murderers. You'd better wipe it clean and load the bullets. He is a desperado. We should be more careful." Sherlock stood up slowly, "Have a good sleep tomorrow. It is estimated that there will be a lot of things.”

Watson could clearly detect the excitement in his eyes.

He was not surprised, because he felt the same way at the moment.Perhaps, as the mysterious man said, he is a kind of person who is very eager for the battlefield.

Although Sherlock said he wanted to have a good rest, Watson couldn't sleep well one night. He was so excited in the middle of the night that he slowly fell asleep under the influence of sleeping pills. In his sleep, he seemed to dream about the man he had subdued. Serial killer vision.

Early in the morning, he got up and published the contents of the piece of paper in the newspaper.He even wanted to spread the news through the radio channel, but Sherlock vetoed it.

He said: "If you don't want to see a bunch of irrelevant people in the pub, then go to the radio. The lost and found items in the newspaper are for people who really want to find something."

Just before arriving at eight o'clock in the evening, he walked down the street with Sherlock.

"Do you think he would really be stupid enough to go there himself?" Watson said.

"No, I think he is very smart. I like smart people, because smart people want to be caught." Sherlock murmured softly.

"why?"

"Because of the desire to be appreciated, to be the center of attention, and to be popular." Sherlock looked at Watson, "The vast majority of smart people are proud and think that others are idiots. This is also the weakness of genius."

He continued walking forward slowly, "You know, I discovered an interesting thing last night."

"what?"

"Currently we know that all the dead were forced and almost all disappeared around here." Sherlock's eyes flashed with unknown light, "This is a downtown area, and a big living person suddenly disappeared, and It’s not an easy thing to do without being discovered.”

"Think about it, is there anyone who, even a stranger, can be trusted unconditionally, and no one cares about him no matter where he goes?"

Watson seemed to have caught something in his mind, but it felt a little bit worse.

But while he was thinking, Sherlock stopped and did not go in again.

"Why don't you go in? The tavern is right there, isn't it?" Watson said doubtfully.

"Smart people have smart observation methods. He may not go in personally, but he will definitely observe nearby, and may even come earlier than us." Sherlock's eyes searched around, "I have already invited you in advance. Another Mr. Watson is waiting in the pub."

Watson was also looking around, but soon, his eyes focused on the Scarab taxi not far away. Somehow, some of the auras that had just appeared in his mind seemed to be gradually connected at this moment.

"It seems that you have noticed it." Sherlock whispered, "You are not too stupid."

Watson raised his head sharply, "Is it the taxi driver?"

Without waiting for his answer, Sherlock strode over, and Watson held on to his trouser pocket and walked over quickly, using his cane to catch up.

With the help of the light cast by the street lamp, through the window, Watson could see a man wearing a beret in the car. His face was hidden in the light and shadow, making it difficult to see clearly.

Sherlock walked over very directly and knocked on his window.

But the man didn't even roll down the window to ask, but just drove away.

Sherlock's expression changed and he strode after him.

"Hey! Sherlock!" Watson shouted loudly.

Seeing this, he immediately chased after him. Halfway there, he seemed to feel that the crutches were in the way, so he threw them on the ground.

Naturally, people's speed cannot keep up with the speed of taxis, but the street is not straight, and Sherlock does not need to compete with the car.Sherlock memorized the terrain, buildings, and even the location and time of the traffic lights in the entire imperial capital. In his mind, the three-dimensional map of the entire city was quickly marking the direction in which the taxi was going.

He quickly climbed up the iron spiral staircase on one side, followed closely by Watson.

To the top of the iron spiral staircase is the ceiling of a three-story building.

Because of the population density of the imperial capital, the roofs of these buildings are all connected. Sherlock directly used these connected roofs to start chasing the taxi at a fast pace.

When he reached a certain roof, he ran down the stairs, and then jumped on another shorter roof.Watson also jumped over and rolled slightly on the ground to relieve his strength. These were all taught in the army.

But even Watson himself didn't know how he could keep up with Sherlock's rhythm after recovering from a long illness.However, at this moment, he felt that his condition was better than ever.

His heart was beating violently as if it was about to burst out of his body. Adrenaline surged and his body seemed much lighter.

They jumped from this roof onto the lid of a trash can, rolled down, and then ran out of the alley, just as they ran into the getaway taxi.

But they were a step too late after all, and the taxi ran right past them.

"Farke!" Sherlock shouted angrily.

Without any hesitation, he turned directly into another alley and continued the chase.

After taking a breather, Watson was ready to chase after him, but just as he was walking through an alley, a figure suddenly appeared and pulled him back.

Just when Watson was about to draw his gun, Sherlock's voice came.

"it's me."

With the help of the dim lights on the roadside, Watson could clearly see the person blocking him.

"Aren't you going to chase?" Watson asked.

"Look over there." Sherlock lowered his voice.

Watson raised his head and saw a black shadow on the roof not far away, using the cover of the night to dance flexibly between the roofs.

His jumping ability is very strong, which makes people wonder if he is equipped with some kind of military exoskeleton armor. If his eyesight is not good enough, he will not be able to detect the existence of that person.

"what is that?"

"I noticed it just now." Sherlock watched the man go away, "He is also chasing the taxi driver."

"Someone from the police?"

"I don't think so, but he doesn't look like a good person." Sherlock murmured softly.

Without any hesitation, he turned around and left.

"where are you going?"

"We can't catch that taxi driver," Sherlock said, "but we can give this guy a try."

Watson followed.

The black shadow quickly traveled through the roofs. It was like a very light feather that could easily jump between the roofs of very large spans. Some roofs were even more than ten meters apart.

After jumping a few blocks, the black shadow fell under the streetlight.

It was a young man who looked to be in his twenties, with short black hair, but fair skin, and he looked to be of mixed race.He was wearing a black coat and a black hat.

He had lost the location of the taxi, but he was not worried, but silently took out a wand from his pocket.

Yes, he is a magician.

Not all magicians can transform. It is a very dangerous magic. If you are not careful, your body will be separated. Only very powerful magicians can do it.

And it’s also easy to alert others.

He raised the wand in his hand and clicked it in the air, and a butterfly that only he could see floated beside him.

He put his wand back again and followed the light spot along the street. He also followed closely behind the light butterfly.

In order to take a shortcut, he walked into an alley, but just after he entered the alley, a black shadow suddenly rushed past his eyes.

He frowned and tried to take the wand out of his arms.

But the next moment, a whistling sound came from his ears.

"Peng!"

With a dull sound, he received a dull blow on the back of his head.

Magicians can do magic, but they are still essentially human beings. Before a protective spell is set up in advance, they are actually no different from ordinary people.

So after receiving this heavy blow, a strong sense of dizziness instantly enveloped him, and he fell straight to the ground, losing consciousness.
(End of this chapter)