Magic Item Master

Chapter 401 Sherlock

The two women put away their smiles, hearing the rejection in Zhang Sen's words, they put their heads together again and muttered.

Zhang Sen was not interested in what they said. Anyway, it was only a two-day journey, and they would not have the chance to meet each other when they arrived in Josa City. The views of the other party were completely unimportant.

The carriage stopped and stopped, and finally stopped in a small town. It was very dangerous to continue walking at night, so tonight we spent the night in this small town.

The name of this small town is Angmaul Town. It used to be a post station. Later, there were more people from Baiyu City to Josa City, and it gradually became a small town.

It can be said that this small town relies on the businessmen who come and go to make a living, and the taverns, casinos, hotels, and post stations are almost all of the small town.

After agreeing on the departure time tomorrow, Zhang Sen packed his bags and found a clean hotel to stay in.

As night fell, the town was very lively. Those businessmen and passers-by who went from Whitefish City to Josa City, those businessmen and passers-by who went from Josa City to Whitefish City, were having fun in this small town. It's their playground.

A dancer in a tavern doesn't mind spending the night with high-flying customers, as long as the high-flying customers are willing to pay generously.

Even the glamorous proprietress in the tavern can hook up. As long as you give enough money, the boss will turn a blind eye and even watch for the guests. a cigarette.

Zhang Sen sat by the window and looked at the street downstairs, all kinds of pedestrians were presented in front of his eyes.

A drunken businessman crookedly returned to the hotel with the help of a few servants, a ragged man with a bow and arrow on his back hurried towards Whitefish City, as if he didn't intend to spend the night in this small town, and there was a businessman with a Several naked women seemed to be negotiating the price with the owner of the tavern.

At this time, Zhang Sen saw two women in the same car, who were pestering a handsome man.

The man was wearing a tuxedo, which is the favorite of gentlemen nowadays. In fact, in Dangklu Kingdom, a tuxedo is as common as we wear a suit now. Most men with a little money will buy one or several sets of tuxedos.

He holds a cane, a monocle with a gold thread on his right eye, and a common jazz hat on his head.

Zhang Sen can roughly judge from the man's clothes that this man is not poor, but it is hard to say how rich he is. After all, there are actually a lot of liars these days. Defrauded a rich man's daughter.

He watched the two women drag the man into a hotel, and estimated that a fierce war would break out between the three tonight.

After a night of silence, Zhang Sen was woken up by two extremely sharp voices in the early morning of the next day.

He is very sensitive to sound, especially this kind of sound that he has heard before. There is no doubt that the scream is the woman who was in the same car before.

Although he was a little upset, he still cleaned up quickly, and then came to the hotel where the woman was staying.

When he rushed over, the place was already overcrowded, but most people were not allowed to enter the hotel, and several members of the security team had already cordoned off.

"What happened?" Zhang Sen asked a tall and thin man next to him.

The tall and thin man replied: "Something has happened. I heard that Sherlock Holmes, a great writer who has been in the limelight recently, was killed in this hotel."

"Uh……"

When Zhang Sen heard the name, he didn't know what to say for a moment. The detectives were all killed, so who will solve the case?

Of course, he was just thinking about it. Needless to say, he knew that this was just the same name, not really the same person. After all, the deceased was a great writer, not a great detective.

"The woman who screamed just now was in the same car as me. I wonder if I can go in?" Zhang Sen thought for a while and asked the members of the security team.

The members of the security team were stunned for a moment, and then said: "Wait a minute, the captain is currently investigating the scene."

"I'm Conan Sherlock, can I go in?" At this moment the tall and thin man asked.

The members of the security team immediately lifted their spirits and nodded immediately: "Mr. Sherlock, of course you can go in, please come in!"

"This is my friend. If possible, please let him come with you. Maybe it will help the case!" Sherlock said again.

Apparently, the security guards had completely become answerers, and he nodded in agreement with anything Sherlock said.

The two walked into the hotel and went straight to the second floor.

"Who let you in?"

As soon as they went upstairs, they met a big man with thick eyebrows and big eyes who looked in his 40s.

Zhang Sen looked at Sherlock. Sherlock reported his identity again. The big man seemed to know the identity of the man, so he agreed with him to investigate the scene.

"Mr. Sherlock, are you a detective?" Zhang Sen asked at this time.

Sherlock shook his head and said, "No, I'm a doctor, although now more people like to regard me as a detective."

The two walked into the room, and the woman who was in the car with Zhang Sen was covering her body with clothes, but because she couldn't put them on, she showed a large piece of white pork belly.

They were all terrified, with tears on their faces, looking pitiful.

Zhang Sen looked at the double bed, and then frowned slightly, because the bed exuded an unpleasant smell, and even had a strong smell of urine, probably someone was scared to urinate.

Finally, he set his sights on the corpse. The suave man last night had become very terrifying now. If he had to describe it, he could only describe the man now as 'human being'.

He looked at the two women, and couldn't help but tsk-tsk, which was too capable. He actually sucked up a good young writer alive, which was no longer as simple as just sitting on the ground and sucking up soil.

Well, this is just his joke...

In fact, he could tell at a glance that Holmes should have been killed by some kind of strange monster. At least this way of death was definitely not an ordinary way of death, unless the two women were hiding very deeply and they were actually dieters or strange monsters. Otherwise, it has little to do with them.

"The water on the body has been sucked dry, but the components in the blood remain in the body, very pure water absorption... a bit like Mizu Sadako." Sherlock stood up at this moment and said.

Zhang Sen asked curiously, "What is Shuizhenzi?"

"It's a kind of weirdness, it usually exists in desert areas, and it can absorb water in a large area, but once Sadako Mizuki arrives in an area with sufficient water, she will often die of water poisoning due to absorbing too much water, so in This kind of place should not be common." Sherlock explained.

Zhang Sen nodded and said: "I understand, then the murderer must be some people, they isolated Sadako, brought them to this small town, and then used Sadako to kill the dead, creating this strange way of death. "

"We can't jump to conclusions yet, we still need to find out more details." Sherlock said without haste.

He walked up to the two women and said, "You two, this is the last chance to prove your innocence. Can you tell me what happened last night?"

"I said, I said, we saw him sitting and drinking alone in the tavern yesterday, so we approached him to strike up a conversation. He was very generous and gave me and Anne ten gold coins, and then we chatted a lot, and finally... we Come to this hotel together..." The plump woman said immediately, but she also felt a little embarrassed at the end, after all, this kind of thing is nothing in private, and it would be embarrassing in front of the public.

Sherlock asked: "Then do you know that he is Sherlock Holmes?"

"Yes, he told me his name." The plump woman nodded.

Sherlock shook his head and said, "You don't know, Mr. Holmes is still a great writer, and his "Suet Woman" is a very classic work."

"Sorry, I don't like reading." The plump woman said shamefully, she really didn't know Holmes had such an identity.

Sherlock looked at the slender woman again, but the slender woman was obviously more frightened than the plump woman. Her eyes were dull, and she was obviously on the verge of collapse from fright. If she threatened her at this time, she might become a walking dead.

"How is it?" Seeing Sherlock coming back, Zhang Sen asked.

Sherlock shook his head and said, "There isn't much useful information."

Next, the two interviewed the owner and staff of the hotel, as well as other guests, but the information they collected was still not much. Except for the two women's voices being particularly loud last night, there seemed to be nothing special about them. .

At this time, the captain of the security team brought back a boy named Doyle, who was Holmes' entourage.

"Mr. Holmes has no inspiration for writing recently, so he decided to go out for a walk, and I was the only one with him, but yesterday he said he wanted to relax, so I stayed in the hotel and waited for him." Doyle was a little timid, with a very panicked look on his face , when the captain of the security team asked him a question about Sherlock Holmes, he immediately answered.

Seeing that he was about to cry, Zhang Sen asked, "Does Mr. Holmes have any enemies?"

"No, Mr. is a very good person. Except when writing, he is irritable due to lack of inspiration, but he is very gentle at other times." Doyle shook his head immediately.

Sherlock looked at Doyle and said indifferently: "Mr. Holmes was uninspired and irritable in writing, so I took it out on you. You were resentful, so you killed Mr. Holmes, right?"

"No, no, not me!" Dalton exclaimed in horror, his hands waving wildly.

Sherlock looked at Doyle and said, "If I wasn't there, you wouldn't be suspected. Unfortunately, I'm here. What you do can't escape my eyes."

"I... I... I'm actually his son, but he never regarded me as a human being. He beat and kicked me again yesterday because I couldn't write..." Doyle wanted to quibble, but Zhang couldn't Opening his mouth, he finally lowered his head and said with resentment.

Zhang Sen was in a daze the whole time, ah, the case was solved?

But why is this process so messy? Sherlock hasn't produced conclusive evidence yet. Why did this melon blow himself up?

He suddenly felt a faint sense of disobedience.

(End of this chapter)