Predatory map of ominous birds

At the dawn of the day, Bo Fu was already sitting in front of the fireplace in the room. Due to the latitude of England, the dawn was very late, and Bo Fu was too lazy to go to bed, so he lay down on the rocking chair in front of the fireplace and dozed off.The power fluctuations of consciousness spread throughout the Great Swamp. Just downstairs of this two-story small hotel, a black puppy stood in the bushes and looked up at the balcony of Bofu's room, gently After barking, he lay down and fell asleep.

The next day, Bo Fu and Holmes actually took the same train, but returned to London in different compartments.But this time, Bofu simply took a hotel near Baker Street as his new foothold, "The matter of the head knight has not been resolved yet. I am looking forward to new surprises from Mr. Holmes." The man who said this At that time, Bo Fu was playing with a small round bead in his hand, which was left by the puppy before it disappeared in front of Bo Fu at dawn-it seemed to use this to thank Bo Fu..." Bead... I never thought that this dog could use the soul of its prey to make this thing."

Only three days had passed since the peaceful days. Bo Fu saw that Holmes had been frowning and thinking about something for the past three days. He also heard Holmes muttering to himself: "Another mastiff? Disappearing footprints? I always I feel something is wrong..." Bofu's black magic can ensure that he can see and hear all this, and Bofu doesn't want to find out what is going on in Holmes' head, because the Hound of Baskervilles should be here according to the novel. it's over.

Three days later, the consulting detective at 221b Baker Street had a new case—this time a deputy sheriff from the Highlands had arrived for help. "Mr. Holmes?" asked the young freckled deputy cautiously.

"How about a glass of whiskey and soda? Yes, I'm Sherlock Holmes." The tall and thin man temporarily put aside his thoughts, and then received the deputy sheriff in front of him. He sat in the rocking chair and was ready to listen to the other party's questions - but in fact he had already expected it. Just as the deputy sheriff was hesitating in the carriage, Holmes had already told Watson what he thought of the visitor. reason.As for what the police officer would say, Holmes already had a premonition—after all, he had been paying attention to the police officer's area of ​​responsibility recently.What had happened in the Scottish Highlands had also come to his attention a few weeks earlier.

The police officer gratefully thanked Watson for bringing the wine, sat on the sofa and took a big sip, and then began to narrate: "Mr. Holmes, you must also know about the murder case that happened here recently? I have already Really ran out of ideas - the bum we found had no way of doing that sort of thing, and while we were detaining him, another guy was murdered in the room! Also lost his head, and we Still haven't found it yet!"

"Your Excellency, take another sip, and then tell me the matter slowly, and ask for details." Holmes comforted the police officer, and made his own request - the police officer was so depressed , The speech is already a bit confused.

"Well, the first case was two weeks ago. On a Monday morning. The local farmer was driving his wagon to take oats to the warehouse. Then he was within fifteen yards of Hastings Forest. Poor old Terry's body was found on the side of the road. The body had no head. Farmer Custer was terrified when he first saw it. He didn't even drive the carriage back to call the police, but jumped out of the carriage and ran all the way. Shouting, all the way to the village. Then at nine o'clock in the morning, I arrived at the scene." Following the words of the police officer, the scene of the first case was narrated.

As the officer said.It was an ordinary morning. Farmer Custer found the body of another farmer Terry in the village. He didn't recognize who it was at first, but when the police and local people gathered around, someone thought he was dead. Shows Terry's clothes and some of his physical features.Poor Terry's wife almost passed out when she saw this scene. When the police woke her up and asked when was the last time she saw Terry, Mrs. Terry answered in tears when she last saw Terry It was before five o'clock in the morning, and Terry said that he had something to do to go to the pig farm, and then he got out of bed, got dressed and went out.This was the moment when she saw him again. [

Just to be on the safe side, the police officer had to toughen his heart and let the poor woman carefully identify the body, and finally fully confirmed that it was Terry after he left the house at five o'clock in the morning.The body was lying on the side of the road about fifteen yards from Hastings Forest, parallel to the road, and footprints were found in the mud behind the feet of the body, which were identified as Terry's own footprints.The distance between the footprints is quite large, and the footprints on the toes clearly indicate that Terry was running at that time. "You mean that Terry's head was cut off while he was running? Then you searched for it, but even the police dogs couldn't find Terry's head?" Holmes interrupted.The police officer nodded. "That's right, Mr. Holmes. We've got police dogs, but we just can't find Terry's head."

Local public opinion turned against Yingtian.How many years has this been a murder case?And it's such a strange and legendary murder case!There was a lot of talk at once, from Terry's wife who sneaked up and cut off her husband's head, to the legendary black knight who cut off Terry's head in Hastings Forest since ancient times, and all kinds of things. The nonsense that there are gringos or lunatics lurking in the local area specializing in beheading people was spread at that time.

This kind of rumor has also affected the police investigation. Naturally, the local police will not believe in folk superstitions such as the Black Knight, and Terry's wife is definitely not suspected of committing the crime-because she got up in Terry. Then she also got up, and several women along the way saw her go to the cowpen on the other side, and she milked the milk until everyone ran over to tell her that something happened to Terry.

On the other side of Baker Street, a hotel room.Bo Fu was sitting in the rocking chair, and what he projected in front of him were two screens floating in the air—that was his streamlined and streamlined water mirror technique, one of which was the Sherlock Holmes house, while the other projected The scenery of distant Wallachia "Very good, Mr. Holmes, let's use your deductive method to solve this case." Bo Fu saw that the policeman was still describing the situation of the first body found in the screen, so he put Attention shifted slightly to another picture.

Dr. Van Helsing, this handsome middle-aged cool guy has already completed the field investigation. He dug up the graves of all the people who died at the hands of Count Dracula according to the records, and confirmed the condition of the corpses inside—— Almost without exception, all were nailed into the coffin by wooden stakes through the heart. "Actually, I think the local people are very talented. They can still remember a lot of victims over the past few hundred years." This is what Dr. Van Helsing said to the priest who came here with him when he was looking up local documents.

"Next we are going to the Vatican, there should be what we need." Van Helsing said to the priest. "Escalio's No.13 class, as almost the last judges among them, of course you have the authority to inquire about the information in it." The priest replied, and his eyes were on Van Helsing's neck. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point to vote, monthly pass, your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users, please go to m to read.)

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