Detective Bennet [Comprehensive novel]

Who is his brother.

They were strangers who didn't even know each other's real names.

Kelsey and Sherlock didn't change their faces, and from the beginning they didn't have any hope for the observation ability of the loud voice Oled.

At this point, the benefits of posing as a geological surveyor quickly became apparent.

No one yelled at them anymore, and they were politely escorted to Mindola Village.

Oled took the initiative to knock on the door of the hotel and actively helped to open two guest rooms.

He was full of doubts and couldn't wait to know the relationship between the two thousand pounds and the mass grave.

Unfortunately, this curiosity is destined not to be answered immediately tonight.

Tired of hearing the pair of Smith brothers yelling, he watched them simply close the door and rest.It is also necessary to listen to its arrangement to continue to protect the mass graves, and don't forget that it may be very valuable.

Reluctantly, Oled left the hotel, hoping that the night would pass quickly and that he would come to find out in the morning.

The next day, at 07:30 in the morning.

Kelsey was eating breakfast, and glanced out the window. Oled, who had dark circles under his eyes, was walking towards the hotel excitedly.

It seems that few people can resist the charm of gold coins.

With a two-thousand-pound carrot hanging in front of one's face, one can change from being xenophobic to being hospitable.

There is no other downside to this role switch, except that it costs money.Blame her for not being able to abandon her integrity, and slip away after playing with it.

"Good morning, Jerry."

Sherlock also came to the restaurant and finally saw what his new brother who took office last night looked like.

Perhaps, the word "seeing clearly" still cannot be used.Now both of them are wearing false names, and he is also wearing a slightly disguised face, so how can he ensure that the other party completely reveals his true face.

However, at least in terms of age, he is four or five years older than the other party, which is in line with the age difference of pretending to be brothers.

Kelsey raised her teacup slightly to say hello, "Good morning, Tom. Need a quiet breakfast? I can help and block out some of the noise for you."

Just outside the hotel, Oled's loud voice sounded, "Hey! Good morning, Bob. Get me a big potato meal."

Hearing the familiar yelling, Sherlock sat down at the dining table as if nothing had happened, and gave Kelsey the opposite seat a standard gentlemanly smile.

"Jerry, my brother, why do you have to do it so many times. Let Mr. Silly Tall have a full meal, and the food will block his questions. Or do you want to get some stories out of his mouth as soon as possible?"

"Am I racing against the clock? This is not a crime-solving contest."

Kelsey smiled back, refusing to admit that she remembered last night's words please don't disturb.In addition, how did the scene of brothers who make mistakes and make mistakes start?

"My dear brother, you are always so suspicious and don't understand my good intentions."

Sherlock paused imperceptibly in the hand holding the knife.

Such a familiar tone, like the scene where he faced Mycroft.In fact, that's not always the case. When outsiders are present, he respects his smart brother enough.

"Hi! Mr. Smiths."

As soon as Oled entered the restaurant, he greeted the two cheerfully, "Good morning, it seems that you have a good rest. We..."

Sherlock turned his head slowly, and glanced at Oled lightly. It was Brother Smith whom he called first. "Mr. Oled, please have a quiet breakfast first."

Oled shut up instantly after being watched, wiped the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, and muttered again, "These are really bad-tempered Smiths, who messed with them?"

Who else could it be.

Kelsey looked sideways at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, not wanting to ask why she was also classified as a bad temper.

Breakfast passed without incident.

Oled couldn't bear it anymore, and asked about what happened to the two of them last night.

"Forgive my recklessness, I just asked directly, is the mass burial mound attracted by a certain big shot? Are you going to ask the villagers to help and turn it into a horse farm?"

Sherlock asked indifferently, "Otherwise? Did we come all the way to the mass grave to dig up the corpse?"

Oled rubbed his nose in embarrassment. Didn't he think the two Smiths were grave robbers last night? "Last night was all a misunderstanding. The village just didn't want to bring bad luck."

Kelsey asked at the right time, "Mr. Leader, do you have anything to say before asking? What is the reason why Tomb Raiders are so taboo in Mindola Village?

Don't lie, we will never submit a report that is available here to the Viscount without a clear investigation. "

O'Red struggled to distinguish the Welsh accent, and hesitated whether to talk about the past of the mass grave.

If the investigation is too clear, maybe the matter of rebuilding the racecourse will be ruined, and there will be a large amount of labor costs by the way.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

I saw two money bags being put on the table at the same time.

The tinkling sound of gold coins made Oled's heart beat faster.

He secretly calculated that the two bags of money should be at least 34 pounds, and he didn't even think about why he was given double money.

Sherlock didn't look at the extra bag of money, and didn't care how much it cost to get clues.

Olaide was afraid that the two of them would take back one of them, so he hurriedly took both money bags and revealed the past.

"An honest person like me can't find another one in Mindola Village. In fact, it's not impossible to say that everyone is reluctant to speak because of a curse.

Thirty-three years ago, eight years before my birth, the mass grave was still a charity cemetery. "

The charity cemetery has been maintained for nearly ten years, and the wealthy businessman who contributed the most went bankrupt.

This cemetery has been in operation for several years, and it was completely reduced to a mass grave 17 years ago.

"At that time, people were used to burying unowned corpses here, and the village didn't pay much attention at first, but strange things happened in the summer of the next year."

Oled still remembers the terrible scene when he was a child, "It was midsummer night in June, and the village heard strange noises from the mass graves in the west, like a cat screaming, or like a baby crying. The strangest place is looking for If there are no traces, I will go to check during the day, and there are no traces left by wild cats."

That went on and on for three months.

The source of the weird sound has never been found, but it hasn't happened since mid-September.

"But in midsummer of the second year, it came again!"

O'Red was ten years old at the time. "I remember it very well. It was full moon on Saturday, June [-]. The ghost noises came again."

Exactly the same as the first year, the villagers went to the mass graves during the day, but still couldn't find any strange traces.

A few people in the village had the guts to guard the cemetery at night trying to figure it out.

However, the kerosene lamps at that time were not windproof enough, and the wind in the wilderness would extinguish them as soon as it blew.Not to mention clarifying the situation, those people also said that they had bumped into a demon.

"Uncle Ford listened to the strange screams coming from the ground with his own ears. A group of people rushed over and caught nothing, but the vertical crosses fell down. Not only one fell down, but wherever there were strange noises, the crosses fell down."

As Oled said, his spine felt a little chilly, and he held his teacup to warm his trembling hands.

"Later we were all scared, and somehow there were rumors that the mass grave area was cursed. Anything related to it would bring bad luck to people.

Mr. Herman, who initially funded the construction of the cemetery, is a great benefactor.But he did not escape the fate of his family being destroyed, just because he dug that ominous land. "

Sherlock interrupted Oled's self-fear without sympathy. "What was Mr. Herman's business exactly? And what age was he when he died?"

Oled was stunned, "It seems to be a transoceanic business? I only know that he trafficked goods from the East. When he died, he must have been in his 60s, right?"

Ocean business, oriental goods.

Kelsey highlighted two points.As for the age of Herman's death, 65 years old was not considered an early death for those who had been wandering at sea all year round.

"Mr. Leader, do you think that the bad luck is related to the curse on the mass grave. Apart from Mr. Herman's experience, is there any other evidence? What is the specific source of this curse?"

Sherlock asked more sharply, "Is it related to the East?"

"Oh! How do you know?"

Oled involuntarily put his arms around him, hugging himself in fear. "Of course there was other bad luck, and it probably came from the East. We call it the 'Curse of the Undead in Midsummer Madness.'" "

There is a saying of Midsummer Madness among the European folks.

On moonlit nights in summer, people are likely to over-magnify their senses and fall into desire and confusion.When dawn broke, the sun dispelled the madness of the moonlight and restored the order of the world.

During this period, in the far east, it is also a ghost month haunted by the undead.

It is easy to lose yourself in Midsummer Night, and the undead evil spirits that Herman has acquired from the east, the superposition of the two forces makes the mass grave extremely strange.

"The team of Uncle Ford just mentioned, after checking the fallen cross, they all fell ill and suffered from vomiting and diarrhea for many days. Two of them died unfortunately."

Oled said that this was not an isolated case. During the period when the strange noise appeared later, many people who stepped into the mass grave suffered from the same symptoms.

"Of course people in the village don't dare to go again, but the tomb robbers will dig out things with bad luck. At first we didn't know who came, and the people who were rented by them fell ill unfortunately."

Since then, the attitude of Mindola Village has become more and more tough, and patrols have been strengthened especially in summer nights.

This situation has been maintained for 11 years, but the strange noise has disappeared since five years ago.

"In the past few years, under the firm opposition of the village, unowned corpses are no longer sent to mass graves, and people who come to dig graves are rarely seen again.

Just three months ago, some thieves dug a hole by the side of the old tree, and I failed to catch them on the spot.Just in case, this month is midsummer again, so I stepped up my night patrols. "

Having said that, in fact, with the disappearance of the strange noise for five years, the fear of the people in Mindola Village towards the mass graves has gradually faded, and now they hope that someone will pay for the land to be completely disposed of.

"I know, I told you everything."

Olaide felt a little regretful, whether he explained too thoroughly, seeing the seriousness on the faces of the two people sitting opposite him. "I don't know what arrangements you two have now? Can the land in the mass grave be requisitioned?"

"Dig out all of them and search them thoroughly."

"Dig out all of them and search them thoroughly."

Coincidentally, Kelsey and Sherlock spoke resolutely.

The strange sound of the mass grave is not simple. In the past 11 years, this place is likely to be used as a dumping ground by a certain suspect.

Oled stared wide-eyed, "Dig it all? Is it feasible?"

"One of the main points of serving the Viscount is not to be afraid to face up to difficulties. The situation of the racecourse's most important land must be investigated inch by inch."

Kelsey signaled Oled to stay calm, "Regardless of whether this place can be denied as a racecourse in the end, we still need qualified manpower. During this period, the people of Mindola Village will spend a lot of hard work."

More money, more courage.

As soon as Oled gritted his teeth, he promised to take care of everything.

Neither of them looked at Oled who left in a hurry.

The letter that Sherlock wanted to send in advance should be answered tomorrow at the latest. "Jerry, I found a helper for you. It would be nice to have one more helper for the corpses in that place."

"What a coincidence."

Kelsey thought about the letter sent to Bar A in advance, and calculated that the time was coming soon. "Tom, I also found a helper for you, and he should be here tomorrow at the latest."

It is said to find a helper for the other party, but there is no need to say clearly that the two will cooperate to solve the case this time.

Sherlock took a step first, and was about to walk swiftly to the mass grave, when he met a carriage as soon as he left the hotel door.

"Hi! Did I come fast enough?"

Balk jumped out of the car and warmly waved to Sherlock, "As soon as you arrive in Mindola Village, ask for the location of the hotel and try your luck. Your letter didn't write a specific destination."

While speaking, Balk looked at Sherlock's disguise, "Fortunately, I didn't change a face that I can't recognize at all this time, otherwise I would have missed it."

Sherlock nodded slightly in welcome.

Balk said again with great interest, "Speaking of misses, Sherlock, I just want to introduce someone to you. I'm afraid you can't imagine that this time I'm not only for you, I received two invitations for autopsy.

By coincidence, Mr. Bennet is also near the village of Mindola, the same S I mentioned in my letter.You missed it at Cambridge, this time..."

It's a familiar voice.

Kelsey walked out of the hotel one step later, facing Balk with a surprised face for a second.

"Wow! Mr. Bennet, my dear S, how do you..."

Balk stared wide-eyed, looking left at Kelsey and right at Sherlock, both of them disguised in exactly the same way.

"You've known each other for a long time? Why are you wearing the same uniform? No, then you wouldn't send me separate letters. God, who can tell what's going on?"

"Jerry, please take him to the mass grave."

Sherlock bypassed Balck directly, ignored his nonchalant words, and strode forward.

"Okay, Tom."

Kelsey understood the reason in a blink of an eye. Apart from her, only EE would invite Balke.

She performed cooperatively, and nodded to the bewildered Balk, "Please, take the road facing west."

What the hell kind of shit is Tom and Jerry?

Balk patted his forehead and followed Kelsey closely.He could only ask the person who seemed easy to talk, "Professor S, be kind and tell your students, how did Jerry know Tom?

Ah, no, I was dizzy by you all.How did Kelsey Bennet know Sherlock Holmes? "

Kelsey stopped walking when she heard the words, and looked at Balk with a burning gaze: "Your name is Tom, Sherlock Holmes?"

Balk nodded logically, "Is there anything wrong with that?"