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"Pfft...cough cough cough!" Watson slapped away the dust in front of his face vigorously: "Sherlock, are you sure the kidnapped hostage is here? It looks like no one has come in for ten years! "

"When did I say that there are hostages here?" Sherlock seemed to be able to do things with ease, and leisurely followed Watson: "This is at best an entrance. What we are looking for is below. , John."

Since taking over the recent? Frequent? Disappearance cases in London, Sherlock changed his decadent life of looking for nicotine substitutes everywhere, and became full of energy again. He and Watson shuttled through the streets and alleys of London, looking for evidence and clue.

Given that sometimes Sherlock would choose to travel alone, Watson still doesn't know what he has investigated and why he found this dilapidated small yard.It looks like it's been deserted for a long time. The windows on the walls squeak when you touch them with your fingers. It sounds like a different kind of alarm system - of course, in terms of how deserted it is See, it doesn't need an alarm system at all.

Watson turned on the flashlight and looked around the house. Wasn't it a surprise? He found that there was almost only dust left in the room. I'm afraid that a thief would come in and leave immediately?If it was, as Sherlock said, a criminal's? hideout, or, an "entrance," then they? forged it?

At least the ?

"But even if you say that, it's impossible for someone to come here. Look at our feet." The light of the flashlight swayed under their feet: "Look, Sherlock, the dust on the floor can clearly It prints our footprints, and if someone came here with a victim, it is impossible for him to leave no trace."

"Oh, this involves my? Another speculation." Sherlock said: "But I will talk about this later, I think? There must be some mechanism here? Or a secret door or something? John, come with me Let's find it together."

Watson shrugged and had to follow Sherlock to search.Since this single-family?two-story house is really not small, and it is full of dust, there is no trace to be found—at least, according to Watson, there is no trace—they have spent a lot of effort.Watson even turned over the discarded trash cans, but Ping

In his heart, he really felt that even though he admitted Sherlock's intelligence and his sense of smell as a detective far surpassed ordinary people, Watson still felt that there was some kind of error in Sherlock's reasoning this time.

"Oh, stop your stupid brain, John." Without looking back, Sherlock squatted down to check the gaps and angles between the bed board and the floor, and didn't mind the dust getting on his expensive The? Windbreaker: "I'm sure my? Reasoning is not? Error, now throw away the? Garbage in your hand, and look for it with me."

Watson: "..."

You didn't even look at me this time, how on earth did you know?!

"Because you've been staring at the ball of paper in your hand for more than three minutes, and I guess you still don't believe what I said, given the light from the flashlight has been shining on the floor." Sherlock stood up and looked back at Hua Hua. Sheng, with a mixed look of impatience and displeasure on his face: "I said, John—"

"Okay, okay, I know, I'm looking for it now." Watson raised his hand in surrender, threw the paper in his hand into the trash can, and continued to search around the house with Sherlock.

To Watson's surprise, they finally found the "mechanism" Sherlock mentioned in the innermost room on the first floor. Deep? Basement.

Sherlock touched around the secret door: "When the house was first built? This basement, it was only excavated later? Uh huh... Now let's? Go down? Take a look, John."

They walked down one after the other, and the steps leading to the basement were made of bricks, and they were very strong when stepped on.In order to prevent accidents, they walked very carefully.This section of steps is not long, even if they stopped at two steps, they only walked down for less than a minute before the soles of their feet stepped on the hard floor.

This basement looks huge, and the light from the flashlight can only vaguely shine on the opposite wall.Sherlock groped around on the wall next to him for a while, but couldn't find a light switch or anything like that, so he had to rely on the light from the flashlight on the floor.

After walking a few steps forward, the two stopped at the same time.

A small piece of strange? pattern appeared in front of them.But this is not complete, it seems to be just the tip of the iceberg, and more? Hidden in the dark.Watson always felt that he had seen something like this from some TV series or movie special effects - it was very like a witch or a villain

Demons use something like a magic circle, but it appears here now, which makes people feel a little bit creepy for no reason.

Watson still wanted to go further, so that he could see it more clearly, but Sherlock stopped him: "Don't step on it."

Watson paused for a moment, then nodded, relieved to find that Sherlock had finally learned to protect the scene.Hopefully, the next time he investigates the scene with Lestrade, Mr. Inspector of Scotland Yard will save himself from pulling out a few hairs.

They? went around the pattern and found that it covered almost the entire? floor of the basement.To be honest, Watson always felt that the atmosphere was not right when he suddenly saw such a mysterious thing in such a gloomy environment: "So what does this represent?" Watson raised his doubts to Sherlock: " We? found a ?meeting place for a fanatical occult organization? What about the ?victims?who?disappeared inexplicably at home?Where did they ?go??"

Sherlock looked at the pattern on the floor, stood there thinking for a while, and then said, "Let's go up."

Watson was baffled by his words, but this is actually the normal state in their relationship. This time he also followed Sherlock's instructions, and the two of them walked through the section of bricks. out of the steps, back to the dilapidated house.

As soon as he got out of the secret door, Sherlock stopped Watson and prevented him from going any further: "Look around, John, what did you find?"

Watson said: "Well, Sherlock, honestly? I still don't think there's anything special about this place? Except—"

His? Voice stopped abruptly.

Watson's eyes were fixed on the floor, and he didn't move. A shocked expression appeared on his face.

Sherlock finished what he hadn't finished saying: "You found out that the footprints when we came here have disappeared."

As he said, the floor was flat and covered evenly with dust, as if it hadn't been visited by anyone for more than ten years, and there was no sign of being stepped on at all.If Watson hadn't been very sure that he and Sherlock had just passed by here, he would never believe that there were two people standing here a few minutes ago.

"But, but..." Watson was dumbfounded, and even rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't dazzled: "How is this possible? How could our? footprints disappear out of thin air?"

Sherlock pulled him and went down again?: "This is about my? Another inference

up. He shrugged: "Since there is magic in this world, I think here..."

"and many more."

Watson looked calm? Interrupted him.His? expression had just the right amount of? puzzlement, as if he just didn't catch a word: "What did you just say?"

"I said I thought here..."

Watson said: "No, not this, the last sentence."

"Oh, I said there is magic in this world." Sherlock said, and then he noticed Watson's expression looked like a ghost: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because you just said the word 'magic', damn it?, is that going to come out of your mouth?" No, he almost suspected that he was dreaming.

After all, Sherlock, magic? ? ?

"But this is the truth? John, don't you know?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows, looking a little puzzled: "I thought everyone knew this? Don't there be things in Metropolis? Is there a flying? Superman? And there are many? wizards in the UK, they? Even opened a school of magic and magic called Hodges, the entrance is at King's Cross Station in England. This was told to me by a fat man - Oh of course he didn't say it himself, but it's so obvious, all the folds of his clothes are telling me where he's gone, and his recent intake of sweets has exceeded the limit again, and he hasn't yet Go to the dentist. Well, someday his teeth will all rot."

Watson doesn't really want to? Ask why the folds tell him so much? Information, but: "...just in case you really? Don't know, Sherlock, Superman can fly because he's an alien, physically and Us? Different."

"Is there? What's the relationship?" Sherlock said not too much. "Anyway, he can fly. Besides, magic is just another phenomenon that modern technology can't explain."

"...No, anyway, this is too crazy." Watson clutched his temples: "I can accept that there are? Aliens? In this world, but magic? No, I definitely don't believe—"

Suddenly, the golden light lit up in the basement made Watson shut his mouth instantly.

Subconsciously, he grabbed the pistol he carried with him and stood in front of Sherlock.Just in this short moment, a golden magic circle formed in the air in front of them, and then a person came in from it, then the second, and the third.

The man who came in last broke off a light stick, and immediately, the space was illuminated by a bright white light.

Watson was sure that there were only two people in the basement just now? He and Sherlock, but now he looked at each other? The other? .

Watson: "..."

Watson turned to Sherlock, expressionless: "I believe it now."

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