The Love of Roses in the Enchanted Series

With the church as the center, the small town in the farmland valley is cut by a shallow and calm stream. Stone-walled buildings are built and developed along the stream. It is a relay station for long-distance travel trails. The surrounding scenery is peaceful and beautiful, and tourists shuttle there all year round.

Myron is also in the small town now. He didn't come for sightseeing, but just to find a reason for himself to go out, so he casually walked here and there, and bought a few daily necessities, just to pass the time.

Life, life is such a thing, always going in the direction of death.But what if a person could have an infinite amount of time?At this time, the quality of life is not so important. For some people, death is a luxurious grace.

Wanting to get that kind of favor, but at the moment, he wants to survive.Contradictory, Myron laughed at himself, after all, he was still infected with the habits of some people.

Cross the stone bridge and walk along the grass beside the stream.The grassland is about seven or eight meters wide. The old trees sandwiched between the roads and streams in the town provide shade and coolness. The townspeople and tourists sit on the grassland in groups of three or four, but they don’t have the unique comfort of the past. Listen carefully From their conversation, it seemed that the backpacker disappearance happened again last night.

Myron himself wondered, 70 years later, why the same thing happened repeatedly in the same small town?Cursed here?

After passing rows of stone houses preserved in the Middle Ages, and the unpleasant smell permeated the air, I found that almost every household had strings of garlic cloves hung on the doors and windows, and small crosses were painted on the doors and windows with asphalt, adding to the A weird atmosphere.

He was not afraid of garlic, nor of crosses, but simply hated it.

Walking around, the silver-haired man always attracts the attention of passers-by.The ancient family has inherited a charming lineage, just like a flower blooming to attract the visits of bees and butterflies, so is he, who has long been accustomed to those amazing gazes.

Walking to the front of the church, there is a light yellow stone wall and a black pointed roof. It was the home of the mayor decades ago. I heard that the descendants donated the house as a church.

"Myron!" Someone called him from behind: "Come on, I've been thinking of you these days." Turning around, it turned out to be the priest.He was leaving after talking with a young backpacker. When he saw Myron, his pupils dilated suddenly, and soon returned to normal.

When human beings are excited or see something of interest, their pupils will dilate. The priest has the same physiological reaction when he sees himself twice, so Myron knows that he is very interested in him.

I just don't know what kind of interest it is, maybe it's the same as Owen, but the priest seems to be easier to deal with.

"Good afternoon." Myron nodded politely, glanced at the back of the backpacker walking away, and said, "Wanderers really like to come to the church to pray for the guidance of the truth and the way, because they are lost lambs?"

"The building currently used as a church has a history of several hundred years, so it is listed in the tourist guidebook of the district. When tourists come, I also volunteer to be an interpreter." The priest smiled warmly: "Come in, I will bring You go to see the atrium corridor that is not open to the public..."

Myron searched his mind for a reason to leave. He didn't want to revisit the old place of the church at all, which would deepen his strong unhappiness.

The priest realized his embarrassment, and suddenly realized that he was self-righteous: "By the way, you said that you are a heretic. If you are sensitive to the church, it doesn't matter. My personal room has nothing to do with religion..."

"Your personal?"

"...70 years ago, this place belonged to my family's property. My ancestors were murdered by vampires here. Therefore, my relatives decided to donate the house to the religious order..."

Myron asked in surprise, "Are you a descendant of that mayor?"

"My name is Lyndon Hawthorne. Several kilometers around here used to be the property of the Hawthorne family." When the priest said this, his expression was somewhat proud.

It was only then that Myron realized that the appearance of the priest was indeed similar to that of the mayor back then.Especially the blue-gray eyes and blond hair are almost identical.

"Is that so..." Inheritance is really a wonderful thing.

"You seem to be interested in my family?" The priest guessed based on his expression, and then offered an invitation: "I can take you inside to have a look. There are very few elegant guests like you here."

"Thank you, I have something else to do." Myron clearly refused.

The priest approached and grabbed his elbow, exerted some strength, and gently pulled it towards the church, which seemed a little forced.

"... Someone said, do you have the smell of an angel?" The priest whispered, "A holy smell... draws people closer..."

Myron, who looks slender in appearance, is actually strong in nature. He only exerted a little force, but the priest failed to move him.

Myron said coldly, "Father, when facing heretics, please choose your words of praise carefully, because in my family, angels are a profane species."

The priest aroused a greater interest in Myron. This man was not only mysterious, but also attracted his attention by his demonic charm, and stimulated his inner desire more than anyone he had met before.

When he watched Myron leave, he drew a big cross in his heart.

"God, forgive me." He murmured, with a strange smile on the corner of his mouth: "Forgive me for the sin I'm about to commit."

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Myron felt uncomfortable with the priest's forced action just now, and decided to leave the town early, but saw a figure passing by at the end of the town, and the sunlight reflected the color of the man's hair, making it as silvery as his own.

There are very few people with silver hair here, and his slender and handsome figure made it easy for him to recognize that it was his half-brother Kelly.What is he doing here?After catching up with him, he didn't greet him politely. He asked, "Why are you here when you're free?"

Kelly smiled. Like his younger brother, he had long flowing silver hair, but his eyes were thick emerald green, and his handsome appearance had a heart-pounding charm. The two stood together like characters in a famous art painting commensurate.

"I was worried about my brother, so I took the train from London." Kelly sighed, and his brows were filled with sadness: "I heard bad news. The Knights of the Gods have sent knights here to investigate the truth about vampires. You must be a good person here. Target."

Myron frowned. For their family, the Royal Knights were incompatible.

"Which Knight of the Sword was sent?" he asked.

"It turns out that the one from Northern Europe is called Gerald, who holds the Heavenly Sword and is called the Heavenly Knight." Kelly pondered for a while, and then said, "I haven't seen his real face, I only know that he is a male, and he is quite powerful. , but I don’t know why they were transferred here…”

"What happened here is obviously not me..." I couldn't help feeling a little resentful.

"Of course it's not you. However, the members of the Divine Knights are all brains. If anyone is identified as a villain, they will be labeled as enemies. My father is still imprisoned by them. I’ve been doing it for decades, but I don’t even have a clue…”

Myron bowed his head. He hated his father. He heard that his mother died after being hurt by him. He was a big villain.

"...Come from afar, come live with me." In the end, Myron invited his brother.

"Okay...huh?" Just as he agreed, Kelly suddenly looked back, his green eyes dimmed instantly due to his deep doubts.

"What?" Myron asked.

From the bushes dozens of steps away, a wild cat ran out in panic.

"...I was overwhelmed, I thought someone was peeping." Kelly replied lightly.

"You are nervous and sensitive at all times." Myron shook his head: "Brother's appearance is easy to cause outsiders to peep and compete. I remember when I was in London..."

Yes, when walking on the streets of London, Kelly often attracts many people to chat with, and worse, he will secretly follow, secretly take photos, or stand guard outside the mansion where he lives. There are as many admirers as flies, and you can’t drive them away. .

"Are you sure the other person is looking at me, not you?" Kelly asked back.

"With you here, no one can see me."

"Oh, my little brother feels neglected and lonely." Kelly exaggeratedly hugged his brother's shoulders, and laughed, "We can all see you, but you, an awkward brother, don't know."

Myron blushed and tried to avoid it, but Kelly didn't let him go. The more awkward his brother was, the more troublesome he was.Suddenly there was a loud shout from behind.

"Hey, hey, who are you, let me go!" Someone shouted angrily.

The silver-haired brothers turned their heads at the same time, watching the tall man galloping towards them on a bicycle, barely stopping in front of the two of them, the screeching sound of the emergency brake was harsh.The man jumped off, the bicycle slammed to the ground, grabbing Myron with one hand and pushing Kelly with the other, wasn't it Irving?

Myron hurriedly said, "Wait, it's not..."

"Someone is harassing you, I'll help you!" Owen said righteously, continuing to push Kelly.

"He's my brother," Myron said.

"Hey, brother!" Owen was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly let go. He stretched out his hand to Kelly in embarrassment: "Hi, I'm Owen Silver, Myron's friend."

"Myron?" Kelly threw a questioning look at his younger brother, who nodded. It was his current name.

Kelly looked back at Owen with a haughty expression on his face, squinting at the other's outstretched hand, but he didn't make any movement, with an attitude of disdain to shake hands with ants.

"You are rude and rude. You want to bring a lot of trouble to my brother. Be more careful in the future." Not only did he not mention his name, but Kelly also taught others a lesson.

Owen scratched his head. This elder brother was as beautiful as Myron, but even more fierce.Fortunately, he was thick-skinned and didn't care. He withdrew his hand and turned to talk to Myron.Scholarly Mendi Forum

"Why didn't you come to my house for tea today? I've been waiting for you all afternoon."

"I didn't promise to drink tea today." He replied lightly, but Myron thought in his heart, it's all your wishful thinking.

"So, come with brother now?" Owen invited again with hope.

Myron looked at Kelly, and Kelly snorted unceremoniously, and said, "I have a private conversation with my brother, and I don't want outsiders to intervene. You can go."

"Uh, Myron..." Owen still didn't give up.

"Farewell." The strong elder brother pulled his younger brother and turned around to leave. He suddenly stamped his feet, thought of something and turned back to Owen and said, "You are strong and strong, and you will not be tired after walking a few more steps. Let us use the bicycle."

"Brother, I can go..."

"You've just recovered from a serious illness. It's far away from Fairy Lake. Don't get tired." Turning around, he asked again, "Do you want to borrow it?"

Owen picked up his bicycle and sent it over respectfully: "Please..."

Kelly accepted it very rudely, and asked his younger brother to step on the pedal and leave immediately after sitting in the back seat.These two people have long hands, long feet and gorgeous clothes. When they walk in the wind, their silver shiny hairlines fly, making a small bicycle elegant.

Owen looked at their figures from behind and sighed softly.

"Ah, the cold little beauty has a proud brother, as troublesome as a thorn on a rose."

He can clearly distinguish who is the flower and who is the thorn.

On the bicycle, Kelly turned around while riding and asked, "Who is that Owen?"

"...the descendant of that person before..." replied in a low voice, a little guilty: "Somehow, I met..."

"Shoot that pig's offspring of yours? You really should have killed his offspring. If it weren't for him, you would have been dormant underground for decades?"

"Forget it, it's because I've been involved too deeply with ordinary people, that's why..." Myron rested his head on Kelly's back and said softly, "Ordinary people have different life spans from us, so remember to hate this kind of thing." , it doesn't make any sense at all..."

Although there is no meaning at all, the slight hatred and sorrow in my heart can't be removed no matter what.

Kelly sighed: "You have to learn your lesson and don't get too involved with those people. They will be over after they die. Any sorrow will return to dust, and it is us who are heartbroken indefinitely."

"Yeah." Agreed with the argument, sadly agreed.

After returning to the hut by Elf Lake a few minutes later, Kelly threw away the borrowed bicycle and walked to Elf Lake without entering the house.The water of the lake is like a mirror, and the scenery by the lake is reflected in it vividly. However, Kelly did not just watch the lake, but looked into the depths of the lake.

Myron turned around and saw his brother's strange behavior, so he hurriedly stopped him.

"Stay away, that Peg Pauler has been hungry for a long time and has become quite ferocious."

"Catch a bad child in town and feed her to make a contract..." The cruel green light made Kelly's eyes stern: "You should raise a vicious watchdog..."

"Doing that kind of thing will attract the attention of the Holy Demon White Council." Myron refused, and then invited: "Come in, brother."

Kelly didn't say any more, the thought of the Holy Demon White Council was quite a headache.The so-called Holy Demon White Council is an intermediate arbitration court between the heavens and the demons. It is composed of a group of human magicians. People panic.

In other words, if the Kelly family killed innocent lives, then the heavenly envoys belonging to the Divine Knights could arrest the perpetrators and decide their fate arbitrarily, even the Holy Demon White Council had no right to interfere.

I followed my younger brother into the room, and after a while, the room was deserted with the aroma of hot tea, and the two sat and chatted casually.

"Haven't you given up looking for your father?" Myron asked his brother.

"Father is one of the strongest elders in the clan. His blood is so thick that the newcomers cannot compare. Since the sect obsessed with studying the art of immortality has caught him, he is absolutely reluctant to let him go. I have been looking for it for so many years, and I have been repeatedly falsely reported. I was deceived, and I walked a lot of wrong roads..."

"Then don't look for it. Brother, the elders all recognize your strength, so you simply ask them to be promoted to the title and take charge of our Trenson family from now on."

"Only my father's blood can add more powerful new clan members to our clan, but I can't." Kelly sighed, "The strength of my clan and the Knights is getting farther and farther away. If this continues, the Trentson clan will perish sooner or later. "

"Everyone is mortal."

"Yes, everyone is mortal, but if you don't do anything but just passively wait for death, what are you and I who are still living here?" Kelly said in a serious tone: "During the period from birth to death, there is absolutely no It may not make sense, so don’t keep thinking about it!”

"elder brother……"

"Since I'm alive, let me live a good life and enjoy it. It's not just those mortals who can see the flowers bloom. We also have eyes. Why should their lives be more splendid than mine?"

"Yes." Myron bowed his head.He thought that Kelly already had the courage to take charge of the family, and he didn't need that father back at all.

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Kelly spent the night with his brother that night, and left in a hurry the next morning to return to London to deal with some family disputes.Wearing a cloak, he gallops on the farm path in the early morning light, like a stag running on the grassland, vigorous and swift. At first glance, one would think that he is flying at all.

Myron has a headache. According to the commandments of the clan, in order to avoid attracting the attention of the religious order, the Divine Knights were sent to encircle and suppress them. The clansmen must hide from the world and live a low-key life. This is the basic law that the clansmen must abide by.My brother has repeatedly challenged the laws and regulations, so arrogant?

Or maybe this place is sparsely populated, so he acted boldly.The domineering elder brother, or my own cynicism, which one is more tolerant in the world?Watching the figure go away, he smiled wryly, then turned his head and saw the bicycle leaning against the wall, and frowned deeply, maybe today he really had to return the two-wheel tool to the owner of the bicycle.

When I thought of meeting that person, I started to have a headache again. Although there was no reason to hate him, there was always a lump in my heart.Because he is the descendant of that person, because he always has the attitude of forcing people to do this and that, because...

There are too many reasons, so many that I can't clarify my true thoughts.

The image of the rose garden suddenly swept across my mind, and Myron thought again: Are the roses blooming?That gorgeous rose called "As if in Crazy Love"—

Let's go, perhaps, today is a good day for flowers to bloom.

He has never been troubled by foreign affairs, so he can do what he likes at any time; there is no valuables in the house, and thieves can't steal anything, so he closed the door casually, let's go, and visit Rose.

It was only when I stepped on the bike that I remembered that I hadn’t ridden a bike for a long time. At the beginning, I was riding crookedly, but it didn’t take long for me to step on it smoothly. I felt that it was very comfortable to ride against the wind.He is now planning to buy one when he arrives in town later.

Just halfway there, I met Owen on a narrow road.

"Hi, I'm looking for you." Owen, who was wearing a straw hat in the sun, waved vigorously at him.

Pausing, Myron asked, "I don't remember telling you where I live to be found, unless it's a trained dog nose."

Yep, Owen was accused of being a dog.However, he was not angry or embarrassed at all. Instead, he rubbed his nose triumphantly and explained: "Yesterday Kelly mentioned Fairy Lake, and I asked old George again. It turns out that the house next to Fairy Lake is your home. Oh, I Mistaking that beautiful house for someone else’s house is rude, don’t take it to heart.”

Myron said nothing.Old George's family had helped take care of that house a long time ago, and they lived in the same area. It was normal to meet him and tell Owen about himself.

Seeing that he was in a daze, Owen asked cautiously, "...Are you angry again?"

"No." Throwing the bicycle to him, "I'll give it back to you."

Owen supported the car with one hand, and asked again: "Where are you going now? If you have nothing to do, go to my house."

Myron, who originally planned to go to Owen's house to look at the roses, heard this question, but instead denied it, turned her head and said, "I'm not free, I'm going to the town to buy a bicycle for transportation."

"What to buy? No need to buy, I have one more at home."

"Since there are two, why didn't you borrow me last time, and asked me to ride with you?" Thinking of Owen's sore buttocks because he took a shortcut, he couldn't help feeling angry.

Owen was at a loss for words, and after a haha, he thought about an appropriate topic and changed his mind: "Uh, well, there are a lot of dead flowers in the garden. Come and help remove the flowers, and I'll make lunch for you."

Myron knows that it is not easy to take care of a large garden. There are many chores, including weeding, weeding, pruning, fertilizing, picking buds, etc., and it is not as easy as ordinary people imagine.

"Hmm..." Thinking about it.

"You agreed, that's good, come on!" He pushed the man onto the back seat with one hand, and then hurriedly stepped on the pedals to rush back and forth.

When did he promise to help?He hurriedly shouted: "Hey, hey, you! How can I..."

"What? It's too windy, I can't hear you well..."

"Don't pretend to be deaf!"

"I still can't hear clearly... Hurry up, I'm going to speed up!"

"It's a child at all!" Grabbing the waist of the person in front, he said angrily.

"I am an adult with responsibility, courage and a sense of responsibility."

"..." Isn't it hard to hear because of the wind?

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Then, in the garden.

"It's blooming..." The voice was incredible.

"It's blooming." It was a matter of course.

Myron wore gloves and scissored with a knife. After helping the owner of the rose garden to cut off the damaged branches and leaves, he looked up inadvertently, and saw several bright red flowers blooming on the bushes in a quiet corner, with a strong fragrance. In the air, there was a smell of blood.

"It's like being madly in love..." Myron stood staring blankly, his eyes couldn't be separated from the rich blood, and suddenly a hunger and anxiety welled up in his throat, feeling hungry.Hungry for that scent, hungry for the hint of blood behind the red petals, and the wild love in the flower's name, he hasn't had enough for a long, long time.

Walking over uncontrollably, the scissors in his hands wanted to cut off the green flower stem immediately, to destroy a newly formed life, and then use the fragrance as a sacrifice to send it into the empty heart.Before he could move, the people around him had already acted as executioners, with a click, a half-released flower bud was sent into his hand along with two green leaves.

"'Like a mad love', yours." Owen said, "I have already decided that the first flower I cut this summer will be yours."

"Thank you." After answering, Myron thought in his heart: That's fine.

I can leave, see the flowers that have been haunting my memory for many years, and complete the ceremony that he came here to remember.

"You..." Owen was about to say something, when suddenly the smell of roasting meat in the oven came out of the room, covering up the sweet smell of flowers: "Ah, the roast chicken is almost done, I'll go get the rest of the dishes, wait a minute , there will be a big meal soon.”

After saying that, he took off his gloves and rushed to his room excitedly.

Watching his tall figure run away, soon there was the banging of bowls and ladles in the kitchen. After confirming that the other party could not see this place, Myron was relieved, dropped the scissors, took off his gloves, and held a flower to his nose to sniff.

"Well, the fragrance is strong, and the time is just right..." Hanging his eyes, he stared at it with a respectful expression of pilgrimage, the branches in his hands trembled slightly, and even the leaves and flowers trembled, as if at this moment, the flowers With life.

He is really hungry.Hunger is not because the body lacks nutrients, but because the soul is thirsty for some kind of food. For example, he has a gene that desires red liquid in his body. If he wants to quench his hunger and thirst, red roses will be the best substitute for blood, because of the color , Because of the intoxicating fragrance.

In ancient times, Fuxiang was the best sacrifice for worshiping gods. He is not a god, but he is closer to the devil. He also uses fragrance as food to temporarily relieve the thirst for blood.

Everyone in the family has different tastes. Kelly prefers the ivory white "Elena" with silky petals, while the other brothers like the pink "Seckerford Rose" or the golden "King's Ransom". "Like in mad love", this is the top-grade meal that suits his taste best, and it can't be found anywhere else, only in the rose garden of Siwell's house.

So, he is back.

The dark green branches turned dark brown from the place where he touched his hand. The demon plundered the tender color territory, and the desire was rendered by the veins, spreading green leaves and flowers. When the leaves dried up, the petals also lost in a moment Youth, withered on the branches.Flowers also have life, he absorbs this life, and he feels full, and in the past few days, the lost vitality has been fully replenished, he smacked his tongue, the smell of this flower is sweeter than he remembered.

Why?I couldn't help but look back at the house, maybe the person in the house spent more time in taking care of the garden, so the level of this fragrance became active, as if talking about something.

Like madly in love?No, not as if, but indeed, madly in love——

"I think too much..." A bitter smile spread on his lips. The last thing he needs at this moment is the emotion of being in love.

The sound of a car engine shutting off suddenly outside the house made him stop dreaming.Looking outside, a European-style country patrol police car was parked on the side of the road. This kind of thing appeared out of place on a quiet country road.

A police officer got out of the car, Myron wondered, what is the officer doing here?

The young police officer was stunned when he saw Myron all of a sudden. It was rare to see such an elegant and handsome person here. In addition, Myron had just inhaled the essence of roses, his cheeks were dyed with a layer of light powder, and his lips were moist, like a smear. Like blood, he stood among the rose bushes like a monster like a demon.

Rubbing his eyes, the police officer suspected that there was something wrong with his vision.

Myron was the first to say hello and said, "Finally, some law enforcement agency is willing to arrest Owen for forcing people to tidy up the flower garden."

The police officer regained consciousness, saw the withered flowers in Myron's hand, smiled and said, "If you want to sue him, I can be a witness."

Myron laughed too. The police officer was young and cheerful, and easy to get along with.

The door opened again, and Owen poked his head out, wearing thick insulated kitchen gloves in his hands. Seeing Myron and the police officer meeting each other, it was not a pleasant experience, so he asked the police officer very politely: "Is it just baking?" If you have a good chicken, you come here, on purpose?"

"I don't have time to eat, I have to go to other places to investigate the case." After the police officer finished answering, he asked Myron, "Are you Owen's?"

"Myron is my friend, and the house by Fairy Lake is his." Owen rushed to answer, and introduced to Myron by the way: "Dick is the police officer in the town, and he was transferred from Manchester last month."

Myron nodded, and found that Owen was staring at him without blinking, and asked curiously, "Why?"

"Suddenly your face became much ruddy, and you ate rose hips? No, it's not autumn yet, where did you get the fruit..."

Looking at the withered rose in Myron's hand, he wondered, "The flower is withered!"

"..." Throwing the dead branches aside as if inadvertently, Myron said, "Yes, the weather is hot, and they wither very quickly."

Owen was still looking at the dead branch in the ground, and he didn't know what he was thinking, so the police officer called his attention back.

"Owen, I'm working on a case, so I'm here to make some inquiries." Taking out a notepad and two photos, the police officer became more serious: "A hiking backpacker has disappeared again these days. Have you seen these two people recently?"

In the photo, there are two handsome young men, a man and a woman. Both Owen and Myron said that they have never seen them, and Dick asked some sensitive questions.It's a pity that Owen and Myron couldn't provide useful information.

Finally he said, "Myron, would you mind giving me your London address and the contact information of your relatives and friends? It's not that you are suspected of being a suspect, it's just a request from your superiors to filter out people who have appeared in the town in the past six months."

Owen rushed to answer: "Go and ask old George. They can testify that Myron has only just come to the lakeside for a few days for vacation. The case cannot be related to him."

Myron glanced at Owen lightly. He was the one being questioned by the police. How could it be Owen's turn to talk too much?

The police officer did not let Owen go. "I heard that you moved back half a year ago, and the people here are not very familiar with you. Give me the name of the company you worked in London before, the name and phone number of your friend..."

"I have a lot of friends, please write them down..." Owen then said the names and phone numbers of more than a dozen people, and also reported the names of the publishing houses and bosses where he worked before. He wanted to know what this person's work and life in London should be like. Quite wonderful.

"What about you?" the officer asked Myron instead.

Myron gave the name of the family and the address of the mansion on the outskirts of London. He did not hide anything. His family had settled there for a long time and had a long relationship with the royal family.

"Thank you for your cooperation." The police officer said to Myron again: "Tomorrow I will visit Elf Lake and conduct further investigations on a few suspicious points. Is it convenient for you?"

"Yeah." Myron nodded, but he thought it was terrible. He wanted to leave tonight, but the police officer said that he would look for him tomorrow. If he left, he would tell himself that he was really suspected.

After the officer left, Owen shrugged and said, "Too bad, you and I are both serial killer psychopath suspects..."

"Doesn't it feel good to be suspected?"

"No, I was full of inspiration, so I took the opportunity to draw materials and write the incident into the novel... Yes, the two protagonists are friends, and they are involved in many murder suspicions. In order to create an immersive feeling, I want to play the detective and personally Go out and search for clues..."

"I thought you said that the prisoner was a vampire."

"Uh, before you find out the truth, you can't presuppose a position."

"..." Myron said coldly, "Well, you can do whatever you want. Detectives are manual jobs, and I don't have the energy to play with them."

"I am Sherlock Holmes, and you are Watson..." someone continued.

"..." Mr. Holmes, can you judge from the current burnt smell, how many ingredients are still edible in the oven? "Someone reminded coldly.

"Ah, my potato gratin!" Owen yelled, before rushing back into the house.

Myron smiled unkindly. It doesn't matter if the potatoes were burnt, but he was full anyway.