Detective Bennet [Comprehensive novel]

"Forget it, we don't care about poor boys."

Kaya, Ilhan's mistress, helped him up and gave the three who were beaten a step. "We lose our dignity by confronting rude people."

Ilhan shook off Kaya's support, and dripped water with a gloomy face.

Shut up if you can't speak.Listening to the excuses Kaya used, he forgot that he had attacked Duke first before.

Kaya had forgotten, Duke had not.

Duke snorted and squinted. The rude Ottoman jumped up and down from beginning to end.

Having said that, in the face of the three possibilities today, no one wants to be recognized as the murderer of 13 people.

Watson silently walked to the bearded side, and took another look at the gold-rimmed glasses, always feeling that he missed some exciting scene.

Yannick, the proposer of the original house search, said again, "No matter what the possibility is, accident, curse or real culprit, no one wants to be the next dead. Even if you want to die, you have to die clearly. I suggest going to Earl B's Investigate the collection room and study room."

Yannick expressed his affection again: "You are in charge, don't deny it firmly. Don't you want to find out whether Earl B was murdered? If he was murdered, there is a reason. We need to know the earl better before we can make a judgment."

Watson probably understood what everyone was arguing about, and he made a reasonable suggestion: "How about a show of hands?"

The result is destined to be an overwhelming consent to the search.

The steward took out the three keys of the library, study and storage room.

Weisser asked, "You'll just give these three?! There's no such thing as a secret room? It's a matter of life and death, so don't hide it!"

"Sorry, I have only been in the castle for three years. Before that, my father had been serving Earl B."

The steward is only 40 years old. He said that he had been working in the old house of Beeklimt in Vienna before, and it was his father who followed Earl B all the time.

It wasn't until seven years ago, when his father passed away, that he became Earl B's close steward.

As Earl B moved to live in the castle, that is, after the countess passed away due to illness, it was only three years.

The steward tried his best to maintain a calm tone, "Therefore, I don't know if there is a secret room in the castle. The count doesn't need what his subordinates know, and a loyal steward will not take a step forward."

"Okay, if you think there is a secret room, you can find it yourself."

Duke said coldly, "As long as it doesn't look like a secret room, it's clamoring to smash the door."

Weisser's face turned red and then pale, how could he fail to understand that what Duke said was that his group did things without thinking.He didn't choke after all, the injuries on his body didn't allow him to seek another beating.

A group of people were about to search separately when Bella, the cook, suddenly stopped everyone.

"Wait a minute, I'm a little scared."

Bella said nervously, "If it's all an accident, it's fine. If it's a curse or murder, maybe someone will poison the food or something. Then the possibility of me bumping into the scene of the crime is too high. I think my own The situation is dangerous."

Fernan was the first to agree, "Yes! Beware of poisoning. We should send someone to watch the kitchen and the only well at the back door."

"Several people form a team by themselves, and each send one person to guard." David, the German, suggested, "This way, we will avoid mutual suspicion."

Except for Duke, everyone else went up the mountain together.

Duke thought about it and asked to join David's first team.The reason is simple, the white clothes saved him once.The white clothes followed Mr. Tang, and they were in the same team as the two Germans.

Watson felt two eyes looking at him.

"You let me go?"

Watson pointed to himself and nodded when he saw the gold-rimmed glasses and beard.

Of course he was willing to go, but the unanimous choice of these two made people feel a little pressure—is he actually trusted so much?

After the division of labor, everyone went about their own business.

Kelsey made no secret of having been to the back room.Relying on how Earl B opened the inner room in memory, she opened the secret door that opened the collection room again.

The studio behind the secret door is not big.

Just like last night, the countess stood inside the glass cover like a living mask.

"what--"

Ilhan and Weisser took a step back after entering the door, and shouted at Kelsey, "Why don't you say that this thing is staring at the door! There is such a scary thing, and you didn't warn us!"

Kelsey looked at the mask of the face that had changed its orientation.

It was staring in the direction of the desk last night, but now it is staring in the direction of the secret door, as if staring at an uninvited intruder.

"It's strange, I'm not clairvoyant, how can I know it has changed direction."

Kelsey was too lazy to talk to the two Ottomans.It is clear at a glance that there are no valuable collections in the inner room, but there is a separate bookshelf.

According to Earl B, he likes his wife to be by his side.

Apart from the bedroom, it's probably where he stays the longest.Then the books and notes in the room most likely reflect some of his recent thoughts.

Weisser and Ilhan walked around, casually flipped through a few books, and left angrily.

No wonder the two would leave, all the books here are related to occultism.

The well-known "Key of Solomon" and "Little Key of Solomon" have German versions, but then there are alchemy books and magic summoning books written in ancient Egyptian and Hebrew.

Even if you are proficient in these two obscure languages, it is difficult to ensure that you can understand such a professional book.

David gave up reading and looked up Earl B's notes, "I'm more concerned about one thing, whether there is a secret order for the watchtower signal here. At noon, Earl B said to send out a light signal at night, no one will forget this Is it the only way to ask for help?"

How could it be forgotten.

Sherlock and the steward went to the watchtower.

Enter the lookout.

Sherlock went straight to the bracket of the telescope and found three rusty screws on the ground.I carefully observed the nut, but there is no trace of recent twisting, and it fell off naturally.

"Has no one been here for a long time?"

Sherlock looked at the huge copper box in the center, which was as tall as a person and a half, and six or seven people held hands and barely surrounded it.

He circles around.Make sure that the copper box and the ground copper plate are cast together, and cannot be transported separately, and there is no conventional lock hole. "Is this a lighting signal device?"

"Yes, it's a signaling device."

The steward smiled wryly and shook his head, "But as you can see, it cannot be opened with an ordinary key. The copper box is surrounded by hexagrams and unrecognizable patterns. It is a mechanism box, and only the earl knows how to open it. Maybe my father knew it too, but they are gone."

When the watchtower was built back then, not only did it take into account the need for rescue when the suspension bridge broke.

It is also considered that if the castle is captured by villains, it is necessary to ask for military support from the opposite side.

"There is even a possibility that if they lose the enemy, they will die together."

The steward stepped lightly on the ground, "The watchtower was built with an all-copper floor, and there are organs underneath. I haven't seen it, but Earl B said it was enough to raze the castle to the ground."

In other words, if activated by asking for help, the copper box will display the light signal device.If you make a mistake in the order of the organs, maybe the castle self-destruct mode will be activated.

Sherlock nodded, "This is one thing for sure. There must be secret passages connected to each other in the castle. The secret passages don't necessarily allow people to walk together, but there are organs that link each other."

"Maybe." The steward sighed helplessly, "Unfortunately, I don't know anything about it. I can't provide any help for help."

"That's not the case." Sherlock didn't think it was useless to manage things, "Please bring a long ladder."

"Long ladder?" The steward was unclear, "What do you want it for?"

Sherlock pointed around, "Observe carefully, don't miss a corner, and see if there are any clues."

The steward can only obey orders to be a porter once, so there are no other coolies now.

Long ladders are served.

Sherlock didn't stay in charge, and while the sky was still dark, he searched for suspicious traces from the watchtower inch by inch.

Suddenly, Sherlock fixed his eyes on a corner of the ceiling, and brushed off the dust in the corner.

He carefully touched this corner, quickly lowered the gun, and then checked the other three corners.

The exact same feel proves that it is not a construction error.

Thinking of something, he took the long ladder down to the observation deck on the fifth floor on the east side, and then ran towards the bell tower on the fifth floor on the west side.

'Tap ta--'

The sound of hurried footsteps sounded outside the iron gate leading to the bell tower.

Kelsey was jumping off the chair in the corner when she saw gold-rimmed glasses pushing the door in with a long ladder.

"There are also there?"

"There are also here?"

The two asked at the same time, and then nodded at each other.

Kelsey pointed to the four corners of the bell tower room above, "the notch of "ten".Not obvious, very hidden, but there are four corners. "

"The same location, the same "ten" character, and the observation deck also has it. "

Sherlock said, "What a familiar figure of the cross. Not long ago, the Evelyn I met was crazy, but he would snatch the cross intermittently, and he didn't hesitate to kill someone for it."

Ifli was exiled to Missida Village two years ago, and Earl B moved into the castle three years ago.

The distance between the two places is not too far, about three or four days away.To say that everything is a coincidence, there are too many coincidences in this world.

"Ivli chanted "God will forgive me" when she was insane, taking the meaning of love and redemption from the cross. "

Sherlock shook his head, "It doesn't fit in with the Dark Castle, and there are dark elements everywhere. Earl B will not climb up the long ladder, and deliberately left such marks on the four corners."

So who is the one who left the mark?

If it was Ifli, why did he appear in the castle, and why did he go crazy?

Maybe cracking Earl B's notes will give us the answer, but all the notes are encrypted.

If you want to find the key, I am afraid that you have to study the mysticism first, which is so difficult that it cannot be completed within half a month.

"There is still good news."

Kelsey took out a copy from his pocket, "There is a line on the title page of this book that we can all understand. "Those who enter this door must give up all hope." "

It sounds familiar.

Earl B's pre-dinner prayer last night said, 'We are already on the border of darkness, and the broad road on which we came has disappeared.Henceforth, all hope should be abandoned. '

"Yesterday, Earl B didn't quote the original sentence, but he did in his notes."

Sherlock announced the title of the book, "Dante's Divine Comedy: Inferno, this sentence is the inscription engraved on the gate of hell."

Why mention this inscription?

Both of them had speculations in their hearts, but neither of them said it immediately.With the discovery of the sign of the cross, the death of 13 people was no accident, and the murderer was in the castle.

Things that were not in a hurry to be determined at first must be determined immediately now.Only when it is confirmed, can the two completely rule out the suspicion that the other party is the real murderer.

"there is a question."

"there is a question."

After the two voices fell, Kelsey made a gesture of please first. "Today the elders come first, you please first."

Sherlock: "Okay, I'm not humbled anymore. May I ask Mr. Adair, why did you beat those three Ottomans just now?"

"Of course it's because I don't like their doubts."

Kelsey replied, and then asked, "Mr. Sigson, are you really not an encyclopedia?"

"No." Sherlock shook his head.

Two questions, answered firmly.

Inside the bell tower, the two did not believe this answer.

Looking at the other person's eyes, there is only one message revealed - you are not telling the truth!

Sherlock spoke first, "Don't like questioning is one of the reasons why you beat them up, but it's not the main reason. The main reason is that you don't like people interfering with and destroying the investigation of the crime scene."

Kelsey also pointed out, "Remember? Ten hours ago, in this room, you said you were just a musician, not an encyclopedia. In fact, you were all kinds of weird lore, you could be called a weird encyclopedia." The whole book, isn't it?"

As soon as the words came out, the two looked at each other.

The four eyes met for nearly a minute, and it was unclear who laughed first.

Kelsey said straightly: "Tom, Tom, what do you want me to say, you sent me to this ghost place."

"Jerry, shouldn't I say that?"

Sherlock felt that he was the victim, "I should have spent a wonderful Christmas in Yorkshire. It's not because of you that I came to the cliff."

Neither asked when the suspicion arose.

It may be when lightning strikes the carriage, it may be when fists are attacked, it may be when evidence is analyzed, and it may be when the pre-dinner prayers are changed at the same time.

There may be one or two coincidences, but there will be no coincidences of serial collisions.

It can only be said that the world is so big, and after going around, they still met each other.

"Go downstairs and go back to the room first, and let me see Earl B's notes."

Sherlock lifted the gun, not wanting to blow the cold wind in the clock tower, before going out he said abruptly, "That's right. Jerry, you owe me one."

Kelsey looked puzzled, why did she owe Sherlock?

"Don't pretend to be confused. Who said before that I'm not good at disguising other people's voices? Who told me to imitate Peterson to read love poems before?"

Sherlock spoke softly, "Dear Jerry, please answer seriously, who did those good things two months ago?"