Detective Bennet [Comprehensive novel]

Watson's shock did not recover for a long time, but the two detectives who had a strong impact on his thinking did not leave any more words of comfort.

Kelsey and Sherlock get ready for Moon Bay Circus.

"Are you sure you can perform flying knife acrobatics?"

The head of the group, Andre, received affirmative nods from the two of them. He still looked up and down the two of them suspiciously, and his eyes couldn't help staying on the cross scars on their profiles for a few more seconds.

Knife-throwing acrobats are easily injured, and these scars are like badges.

Andrei had been impatient for several days, and his mood calmed down a little. Since the circus released the recruitment news, the dozens of applicants who heard the news all returned home without a feather.

There must be some kind of weirdness hanging over Chicago this year. The people who apply for jobs can't throw throwing knives at all.

I don't know what they think, even if the salaries for temporary acrobats are relatively high this time, some people come for money, but how come they don't even have the skills to fool people.

Andre was pissed off by those people who were pretending to be fake.If he hadn't advertised the knife throwing show as a gimmick beforehand, he really wanted to cancel the show.

Seeing that the premiere was about to start in the afternoon, he was so anxious that he lost a lot of hair because he couldn't find the throwing knife actor.

Even so, there is one thing that must be ensured of new recruits.

Andre must first determine the most important point, "Which country are you from?"

Sherlock thought to himself that Andre's hearing was not good, or that his emotions were on the verge of getting out of control, otherwise, how could people traveling around not be able to hear the Russian accent - this extremely distinctive accent.

Sherlock said directly, "We are from Tsarist Russia, is there any problem with that?"

"Oh yes! Listening to what you're saying means you're from Tsarist Russia."

Andre patted his forehead belatedly, "That's good, the circus doesn't accept British people, don't ask why."

No British?

There must be something odd about Sherlock and Kelsey's quick exchange of glances.

Could it be that the original knife-throwing performer was British, and the circus intentionally avoided actors of the same nationality?Or some other ulterior reason?

Fortunately, the two disguised themselves with their usual cautious attitude before setting off.

The character design this time is a pair of elopement couples from Tsarist Russia.

The feud between the ancestors doomed their descendants to be unable to marry by marriage, and the two who eloped and fled embarked on the road of flying knife acrobats in order to make a living.

If you ask how many ups and downs this elopement couple has experienced in their relationship?

And seeing that the emotional line of this script was designed by Watson himself, it is amazing to be able to predict its tortuous emotions.

In recent years, Watson has bid farewell to the pen name of "The Sharpshooter Who Loves Roses".

When writing Detective Sherlock Holmes under his real name, he couldn't freely sway the inspiration for emotional scenes, probably because of this he was severely restricted.

The moment he got an opportunity, Watson allocated all the bloody plot that had nowhere to go to the latest script "The Deadly Swordsman from Tsarist Russia".

Having said that, the unreliable applicants these days are secretly instigated by Edwards.

One is to interfere with Andre's recruitment progress, and the other is to take the opportunity to spy out the inside story of the circus.

The first point is effective, and Andre is disturbed, and he will not be too demanding of the rescue actors who appear in time.

The second point made almost no progress. The members of the Moon Bay Circus were almost all tight-lipped, and only managed to find out one thing.

——Don’t go out of the tent after the performance, otherwise it’s easy to see the undead wandering in the circus.

"Then you guys give it a try. Now go to the stage and throw some knives for me to see."

Andre didn't have time to do more detailed background checks, which had to wait until after the premiere.Knowing that the two were not British, he only had one requirement—hoping that the two Tsarist Russians had excellent throwing knife skills.

As long as the throwing knife show can be done, it doesn't matter even if the performer is a vicious fugitive.

three hours later.

The early winter sun is just right in the afternoon.

In a small town in the outskirts of Chicago, the usual desolation was broken.

One after another, there was a continuous flow of carriages, all heading for the Moon Bay Circus camp.

From a distance, cheerful music can be heard flying in the tent area.

The merriment reached the point of boisterousness.

The clowns laughed exaggeratedly, welcoming the crowds.

Some were handing out free candy, others were selling fruit drinks, and still others were helping children put on colorful paper hats that are characteristic of circuses.

The air in the camp was filled with a sweet and greasy aroma.

The audience entered the tent and sat down one after another, chatting with each other in an endless stream.

Unlike the opera house, which requires quiet performances, people in the circus can laugh freely.Comment on the various performances on stage, or the eccentric actors' looks.

After a row of opening skirt dances, the lion drilled the fire ring, the bear kicked the ball, the dwarf walked the tightrope and other programs were staged one by one.

Soon, the performance ushered in the first wave of small climax.

The official performance of the blind throwing knife.

"Dear viewers, please look, these knives are all extremely sharp."

As the host spoke, he picked up a throwing knife and slashed lightly at his own finger, bleeding instantly from the knife edge.

"See? It bleeds when touched by the tip of a knife!"

The host raised his bleeding finger, but his tone became more excited: "If someone is poked by it, I can guarantee that a blood hole will be poked on the spot. Audience friends, please start your countdown! Will today's stage be How about meeting blood? Next, we invite the "Thirteen Killing Knives" from Tsarist Russia. "

What better way to satisfy people's desire for novelty than to see human beings killing each other.

The performance of throwing knives sounds irrelevant to that kind of bloody killing, but in essence, this kind of performance is not just hovering on the edge of blood.

What you play is heartbeat, what you pursue is excitement.

Only a couple of men and women appeared on the stage.

On the left and right faces of the two of them respectively, there is a cross scar of the same size and almost symmetrical.

"Wow!" "Cool—"

"Why do they have scars on their faces, but it doesn't affect me at all?"

"Hey! Do you only use good-looking to describe people? Where have you read all your usual books?"

"In the circus, who cares about those things!"

There were discussions one after another in the auditorium.

Just when people thought they were going to see beauties in long skirts being tied up and clamored not to just play the old-fashioned "big" shape to get some fresh poses, the stage really gave them a surprise.

——In today's circus throwing knife performance, the person who was tied up as a meat target was actually a man!

"Oh God, did you see that? A man is tied up and a woman throws a knife at him! It's so unscientific!"

"God, it's bound to happen! Women are so clumsy with knives!"

"My God! Why didn't the circus set up a gamble? I really want to bet. The poor man on the wooden board will be stabbed into a bloody hole today, and I can get rich overnight because of my accurate prediction."

For a while, the big tent was extremely noisy, and even hissed.

Andre had a panoramic view of the audience's reactions in the background, and almost no one was optimistic about this knife-throwing performance.

He completely forgot that he gave the same reaction three hours ago.At the moment, he only uttered one word mockingly to the audience in a low voice: "Silly X——"

on the stage.

Kelsey slowly tied Sherlock with the final knot.

The two seemed unable to hear the voices from the audience at all, and gave each other a smile as they looked at each other.

"Don't worry, you will be unharmed in the future."

Kelsey said in a low voice, "At this moment, Death and Cupid rarely shake hands, and they will do their best to ensure the success of our show."

Death does not allow his human agents to be harmed by small flying knives.

As for Cupid, Watson must be thanked for his script.

This time, the two played the elopement couple who became more frustrated and braver. Cupid is bound to maintain a bloody love that is rare in a century.

Sherlock smiled and nodded, "How can I be worried about you. Come on, end this show quickly. We can go to other places in the camp while others are not paying attention."

The auditorium was buzzing.

However, the stage seemed to have its own enchantment, shielding the noise of the crowd.

Kelsey came to the designated position and tied the fanny pack with the throwing knife to her waist.Then he took off the ribbon on his wrist and tied it around his head, using it to cover his eyes.

"Shh-"

Without any words to remind, the first throwing knife was thrown out through the air.

Before the audience had time to react, it had already entered Sherlock's left hand side firmly.

"what?"

"No hit?"

"This must be a coincidence!"

The audience almost all thought that this knife was a blind cat meeting a dead mouse, and that the next knife will definitely bleed profusely on the stage.

At this time, the second knife brushed against Sherlock's left elbow, and the tip of the knife pierced straight into the wooden board.

The audience was silent for a moment, then started whispering again.Everyone is saying that the second time is also an accident. If they have the ability, let them see that the third knife is also successful!

"Bah!"

The third knife landed smoothly one millimeter below Sherlock's left armpit.

Next, the fourth knife, the fifth knife... firmly on the wooden board of the knife.

The criticism from the auditorium became less and less, and the scene gradually became quiet, so quiet that one could clearly hear the sound of throwing knives piercing the wooden boards again and again.

It was obvious that the flying knife pierced into the wooden board, but people started throbbing with pain.

Don't ask, it hurts to ask.

On the stage, the throwing knives thrown by the graceful Tsarist woman didn't hit the wooden board at all, but every knife was like a loud slap to their faces.

Somehow, the audience got used to it after being slapped twelve times in a row.After being slapped on the left cheek, he took the initiative to send it to the right cheek, and everyone hoped that this kind of slapping in the face would not stop.

The last knife came under everyone's breathless concentration.

Regardless of whether the outside world is loud or quiet, Kelsey stands still.

Her eyes were blindfolded and she couldn't see clearly ahead. Without hesitation, she drew out the last throwing knife and threw it towards the top of Sherlock's head.

The entire big tent was silent.

The next moment, thunderous cheers and applause erupted.

Kelsey removed the ribbon that was covering her eyes.Just as I ignored those boos 10 minutes ago, I also didn't care about the continuous applause at this moment.

At this moment, she just stared ahead, walking towards Sherlock step by step.When it was confirmed that Sherlock was safe and sound, her restless heart was at ease.

There are still thirteen such performances.

The circus performed seven days in Chicago, with a knife-throwing performance every afternoon and evening.

I really hope that we can quickly find out whether there is a secret inside story in the circus, so that we can end this performance that cannot be revealed as soon as possible.

"Wow! Thanks to the Vasilysky combination from Tsarist Russia."

The host came to the stage again, instigating the atmosphere, "Audience, are you satisfied with the wonderful performance of Throwing Knife? If you are satisfied, please let the applause be louder!"

'Crack clap clap clap—'

The applause from the auditorium was so intense that the roof of the tent was toppled, and many people shouted to do it again.

It is impossible to come again.

Kelsey untied Sherlock, and the two held hands and bowed to the audience before leaving without looking back.

Leaving the stage, Sherlock also heaved a sigh of relief. "Everything is difficult at the beginning, but the success of this premiere means that everything will go smoothly afterwards."

Kelsey nodded, and said seriously: "Indeed, the success of the premiere shows that we are about to start the trend of becoming popular all over the United States. Vasilisky, the elopement knife fighters from Tsarist Russia, staged the invincible "Deadly Ten Three swords". "

Listen!

These title words are so strange, they are all Watson's ideas.

While no one was paying attention, Sherlock whispered in Kelsey's ear, "But there is still a detail in today's performance that is not perfect. When writing the script, Watson missed the emotional expression of the actors after their successful performance."

"What kind of performance do you think it should be?"

Kelsey turned her head to the side to hear what 'wonderful' script proposal Sherlock could come up with.

"A pair of elopement couples, exciting knife throwing show."

Sherlock objectively analyzed, "After a successful performance, shouldn't they reveal their true feelings and exchange a kiss or something like that? Watson actually ignored this important emotional flash point and let the emotional climax that the characters in the plot should have hastily ended. Jerry, You said my analysis was correct?"

"Tom, you dare to think."

Kelsey said calmly, "Your analysis is correct, but I understand Watson's good intentions. He used this to remind us that acting is not reality after all, please don't get too involved in the drama."

Kelsey then asked, "Do you want to experience what the Vasilisky group has experienced? Your beloved brother has a straight face. He firmly opposes your relationship and forces you to elope to the United States. This Do you dare to imagine such a thing?"

Mycroft's face appeared in Sherlock's mind, and he really couldn't press such a discordant plot on him.

"Indeed, unimaginable."

Sherlock attributed this to his being influenced by Watson, "Forgive me, I was almost led astray by Watson."

Kelsey: Don't wrong Watson, it's really not easy for him.

The two quickly stopped chatting, and the head of the group, Andre, walked over without hiding his joy.

"Great! You two are great!"

Andre changed his suspicion when he first met three hours ago. It is impossible for such an outstanding knife-throwing actor to be a spy sent by the god of death.

Who is Death?

The detective who wrecks the circus is death.

Andre was warned above that he must not recruit British temporary workers.

I heard that the guy named Sherlock Holmes has also come to the United States, and he is cooperating with a guy named Bennett with a local detective agency in Chicago.

The team of the god of death is getting stronger and stronger, and they must not be given the opportunity to mix into the circus.

At the moment, Andre was convinced that he had read the right person.There's no way Death Detectives could improvise the perfect knife-throwing actor.He was also thinking about how to absorb these two outstanding talents and make them official members of the Moon Bay Circus.

However, there must always be some inspections that should be done.

First, ask about the origin in detail, and then observe the two of them for a period of time.

"The performance just now was great, and now we can finally have a good chat. Please come with me, go to your tent and sit down and talk."

Andre led the way while talking, and led the two to a separate tent, "You will live here for the next week."

Andre was opening the curtain of the tent, and asked abruptly, "By the way, it doesn't matter if you live in the same tent, right? Hahaha, look at me, I'm asking too much. People like us are not elegant gentlemen and ladies." , you don’t care about such trivial things, do you?”

"Of course it doesn't matter."

"of course can."

Kelsey and Sherlock were sure.

What else could they say?Are you lamenting that cohabitation always comes unexpectedly?

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Around ten o'clock in the evening, the second watch~