big devil holmes

Chapter 84 A Business

Sherlock walked over, stroking the keyhole with his fingers.

The scratches are extremely rough, and it is almost as if the lock was broken with violence, and I don't care if there are people in the room
A burglary?
Unlikely, no one would rob in broad daylight and make such a big commotion.

He pushed the door open and landed on the carpet inside the door. The messy fur fibers were trampled like weeds with broken roots.

Three people, four people, five people.
One of them was nearly two meters tall and weighed more than 140 kilograms.

Looking into the house again, Sherlock scanned everything he could see.

At the same time, a series of virtual lines began to appear in front of his eyes, and quickly sketched out phantoms that did not exist one by one, as if what had happened was being played back in front of his eyes.

After a person entered the room, he kicked away the chair closest to the door without any scruples. With a lot of strength, the chair hit the wall and bounced back half a meter. The flowerpot was broken, and the cupboard All the things in the cabinet were thrown to the ground, the door of the cabinet was wide open, and the two of them began to rummage recklessly, probably looking for some valuables, and in the process, the tall guy sat on the sofa bored , leaning against the backrest, with his hands comfortably behind his head, and quite unreasonably, leaving a few loose hairs around.

Not hair, but shorter, finer limb hair, which should grow on the forearm or chest.

Considering the cold weather, no one should wear light clothes. So.
It only took about two seconds for a most suitable image to emerge in Sherlock's mind.

Just last month, he met such a person, even in the coldest weather, he likes to unbutton his clothes to reveal his chest, because there is a hideous scar there.

This is a display of strength for a person who spends his days in the downtown area and lives off his fists and violence.

That's right, the person from the debt company.

That night, they came to see Mrs. Hudson once, and they happened to run into each other, but that time they were obviously more polite, and they didn't even knock on the door all the time, but just waited at the door in a 'harmonious' manner.

This means that Mrs. Hudson will not evade her debts often, so the debtors must also maintain a certain respect for her. In their own words, the company is operating legally, and they just want to get back the money that should have been returned, nothing more .

However, if you use violence, not only will you not get more money back, but you will be burdened with some medical expenses, and the company's image will also be damaged.

Only a fool would do that.
So today, what the hell happened to these guys.?

Suddenly broke into the client's home, rummaging and smashing!

And at the place where the door was entered, there was obviously a trace of struggle and dragging. It is conceivable that my landlady came back at that time, and was forcibly taken away by these people in a rough way. Although it was not to the extent of a fight , but it is by no means polite. In less than a month, the company's attitude towards debt has suddenly become so extreme. Something must have happened during this period.

Of course, Sherlock doesn't care what these guys are thinking now, he only cares about his landlord, and there is one thing he hasn't found yet.

taste
The smell of blood just now.

In this room, he didn't see anything related to blood, not even in the kitchen or bedroom.

In other words, the smell of blood does not come from the house!
Sherlock's eyes became more and more dignified. He must have thought of something, or thought of it a long time ago, but he was still reluctant to believe it with a fluke mentality.

But in the end, he walked out of the room with somewhat heavy steps, and walked towards the stairs leading to the second floor.
The wind on the long street blew through the porch, bringing the unique coldness of snow, Sherlock did not go upstairs, but walked to the back of the stairs.

It is hollowed out, and it can be used to stack some unused furniture or items at ordinary times.

But Mrs. Hudson didn't put anything in that corner, and neither did Sherlock, because there lived a kitten there, less than half a year old. The three colors of black, white and yellow meant that it didn't belong to any expensive breed. It is scattered, maybe dead, in short, the corner behind the stairs is its home.

A few days ago, Sherlock bought a cat litter for him, otherwise, he might not survive this winter.

At this time, the cat nest is still there.
It's just a little flat, as if someone has stepped on it.

Sherlock was silent for a second, then leaned over and lifted the curtain over the cat's nest.

"Meow~"

He meowed like a kitten.

However...he didn't get that babyish but fierce response.

It's just that the smell of blood finally became clear.

In sight, there was a weak body almost folded in the opposite direction, lying quietly in the cat's nest. Sherlock knew that its spine was broken, its ribs poked out of its body, and the oozing blood stained its hair. Red, having lost the protection of her fresh body temperature, already has the posture of freezing in the cold
Sherlock watched it quietly for a while, then got up and walked to his room.

He opened the door, and he walked in. Several tentacles wanted to come over to help his master take off his clothes and hat, but just moved forward, he suddenly froze.

The tentacles in the surrounding shadows froze, all curled up, not daring to move, and even seemed to be trembling.

Still without saying a word, Sherlock came to the tea table next to the sofa and picked up a small card on it.

It was handed to him by the person from the debt company some time ago, and he just threw it here at that time, but luckily he didn't have the habit of tidying up the house.

【Crawford Capital Turnaround Company】

There is a string of phone numbers on it.
"Hello, this is Crawford Capital Turnover Company, may I help you?"

There was a nice lady's voice on the phone.

Sherlock sat in Mrs. Hudson's living room, and said in a very calm tone: "I have a very huge debt that I need to talk to you about."

"Huge?" The voice on the phone hesitated, because the word 'huge' is rarely used to describe debts: "Excuse me, is your debt repaid or borrowed?"

"It's not important, beautiful lady, please tell me the address of your company, oh, please ask your company's boss, debtor, and debt collection staff to be here as much as possible. Believe me, this may be the latest address since your company was established. An expensive business."

Sherlock said calmly.

After getting an affirmative answer, he hung up the phone and walked out of the room.

The setting sun has gradually lost its color, and the darkness is eroding everything around it little by little.

He turned his head and glanced at the slightly raised little dirt bump under a tree on the edge of the long street.

Just one look.

Immediately afterwards, he wrapped his windbreaker tightly and disappeared into the night
(End of this chapter)