[Comprehensive Classics] Detective Mary

"no!"

Without even thinking about it, Mary categorically rejected Watson's request.The doctor was startled, but before she could speak, she continued: "If you are afraid that Miss Morstan will be in danger because of an attack, doctor, then she can't stay with me. The Illuminati know that I, like you, have been I am cooperating with Mr. Holmes to track down the devil's heel. If the Illuminati are targeting you, they must be targeting me, and Morstan is not safe with me. Not to mention that I have two younger sisters, and they cannot be implicated."

Catherine immediately became anxious when she heard this: "You and Dr. Watson are also in danger, I'm not afraid of danger!"

Mary: "No, no, you and Lydia go back to sleep."

Catherine: "I obviously—"

She was dragged away by Lydia in the middle of her sentence.

Before entering the door, Lydia turned her head and glanced at Mary. She hesitated to speak for a few times, but finally said awkwardly: "You have to be careful."

Mary paused slightly, then raised the corners of her mouth: "I will."

After the two sisters closed the door, Mary looked at Watson and Miss Morstan carefully.

The red-haired Irish girl looked panicked, but calm and unhurt.But Dr. Watson was more tragic. His face was painted and his coat was stained with blood.But judging by the shape of the blood stain, it was not his, but someone else's blood splashed on it.

This somewhat reassured Mary.

"You guys come with me," she said, "Morstan can't stay at my house, we're going to find Irene."

On the surface, Irene is just a French singer who has returned to her hometown to find her relatives. No one would think that she has anything to do with the incident of the Illuminati.Although the two girls lived no more than 30 meters apart, Miss Morstan was much safer at Irene's house than at Mary's.

After hearing Mary's explanation, Irene didn't hesitate: "Let Miss Morstan live with me temporarily."

Watson was very grateful, and he took off his hat: "Thank you, Ms. Adler. It's getting late, and I'm leaving now."

"Wait a minute, doctor," Mary said.

From the very beginning Mary sensed that Watson had no intention of staying long.But now that the situation visible to the naked eye is critical, how can Mary let Watson leave directly?

Erin immediately understood: "I'm going to get the medical kit, at least wipe off the blood on my face before leaving, doctor."

Watson shook his head hastily: "There is no time, ladies! Someone attacked me and Miss Morstan, which proves that other Irish workers are also dangerous, and I have to protect them."

"They are big men," Miss Morstan agreed with Mary and Irene's point of view, "what's the difference between adding you and not adding you?"

"……I……"

"If you and Miss Morstan are in danger," Mary saw that Watson's expression was loose, she opened her mouth to analyze, "assuming the attackers are members of the Illuminati, then their priority should be Mr. Holmes and me. Even if they attack the Irish workers , should also be after the detective."

Watson immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "Oh, that's good, I'm relieved."

Mary: "..."

Say good friends who share life and death with sincerity!

Although she knew that Watson recognized Holmes' ability, Mary still couldn't laugh or cry.Perhaps because the two gentlemen are both young people in their 20s, the Sherlock Holmes and Watson in this world seem to be somewhat connected with each other.

When Watson interrupted like this, the tense atmosphere suddenly eased a lot.

Irene brought the medical kit, moistened the gauze with alcohol, and handed it to Watson.After that, Irene didn't have to worry about it at all. The doctor himself knew how to deal with wounds better than anyone else.

"I have ordered the coachman to pick up Mr. Holmes," Irene said softly, "and asked the maid to make tea. What happened?"

Watson and Miss Morstan exchanged glances, and seeing that the three girls agreed, he knew that he was destined not to be able to leave.

He didn't bother anymore, and directly told the whole story slowly.

These days, Dr. Watson is assisting Irish workers to investigate the Devil's Heel.Sykes and Henry Deckard had died of the same drug, and the presence of such a large altar hidden in the sewers of Whitechapel gave them good reason to suspect that the poor people in the slums were not only two dead under the influence of the devil's heel.

And the deeper the investigation, the more convinced Watson was of this.

Irish workers had their own channels of communication with other workers and the poor, and Watson, with Miss Morstan's help, found very useful information: before Sykes went mad and fell to his death, he not only had Signs of hallucinogen abuse, even selling devil's heels powder to quite a few people.

Mary was speechless when she heard that, what is this, a drug trafficking den in the [-]th century?

What can be confirmed is that Henry did not buy his devil's heel from Sykes, and he was not one of the "drug addicts".But Sykes did sell a lot of devil's heel powder to the poor.Like the drug dealers who could never stop fighting in the 21st century, Sykes made a lot of money as a result, and used the money to continue to buy more drug powder.

If he hadn't been involved in framing Oliver, Nancy couldn't bear to stand up and die because of it, and his business should be even bigger.

Watson continued to investigate along this line, trying to track down who sold Sykes the drug powder.When he saw something promising, someone attacked him.

On the high street in Whitechapel, just late at night.A man in a black cloak rushed into the Irish gathering of the singing party and raised a musket at Watson.

Fortunately, Watson is not a vegetarian. He is a military doctor who returned from an injury in Afghanistan.Watson, who reacted in a timely manner, dodged the gunshots and immediately caught up with the attacker. After some fighting, because the opponent was carrying a gun, Watson had to consider the safety of innocent passers-by. Life was at a disadvantage.Although he didn't suffer much and let the enemy see blood, he still let him run away, and he also died.

"They came to the door," Mary said firmly, "it is enough to prove that your investigation is in the right direction."

Watson nodded approvingly: "I think so too."

While they were discussing the next countermeasures, Sherlock Holmes arrived late.

It wasn't long after Jane and Mr. Bingley's party ended, and it was late at night, but the detective who walked into Irene's house looked travel-stained, with a lot of dust and dirt on his originally decent black coat, and it was obvious that he had just returned to Baker. The street was directly called by Irene's coachman.

"gentlemen!"

Mary immediately stood up and looked at Holmes: "Watson and Miss Morstan were received in Whitechapel—"

"Assaulted, of course."

Holmes strode up to Watson and examined him carefully: "How many people?"

Watson: "What?"

Holmes: "How many attackers are there?"

Watson: "A gunman, but I can't be sure he didn't have any accomplices who were probing or responding."

Holmes: "You let him go."

When the detective said this, Watson showed an expression of unwillingness.He slapped his knee hard: "Damn the attacker, he pushed a newspaper boy into the middle of the street while fleeing. I can't just watch innocent children crash into the carriage! I can't help it."

Holmes: "What are his characteristics?"

"In black robes, I didn't see his face," Watson tried to recall the scene, "but I can be sure that the musket is a new rifled rifle m1842, and he was wearing a pair of good Oxford shoes, not just hired from the street. And he is very good at shooting, and his marksmanship is very accurate, I almost lost an ear."

Holmes' eyes lit up, and he said loudly, "That's great!"

Watson: "..."

what a man!

Although I know that Holmes is not gloating, and this is not the first time the two have cooperated.But seeing Sherlock Holmes's excited expression, Watson felt choked up.

Holmes reached out and patted Watson's shoulder with great enthusiasm - just right on his injured shoulder: "You have done a great job, Watson! If it weren't for you, we would almost be in trouble!"

Watson's face turned green: "Take your hands away, Holmes!"

Holmes withdrew his palm, stood up and looked at the three ladies present.

"Although I don't like repeating old tricks," he said loudly, "but since the other party was the first to show their feet, we can't let go of this opportunity."

"Show off?"

Irene was a little confused: "What clue? Can you analyze his identity with just a pair of leather shoes and a gun?"

"Only a gentleman who goes to Savile Row can afford good Oxford shoes, Ms. Irene," said Holmes, "and the m1842 musket Watson mentioned was widely used in the Crimean War 30 years ago. , I think that among the British people you know, there happened to be one who participated in the Crimean War."

Irene covered her mouth: "Pastor Joel Johnson, almost everyone knows about his support as an army supporter!"

Mary Yilin, isn't this name one of the three members of the Illuminati that Holmes guessed at Sir Blackwood's banquet.

Therefore, when Judge Nolan took Irene to the Bingley couple's party, the members of the Illuminati were not idle, and even ran to the Whitechapel area to attack Watson at almost the same time.

"This is a good thing," Holmes said enthusiastically, "Blackwood still has the idea of ​​wooing Miss Mary, and the other members of the Illuminati have no intention of attacking me, so it is enough to prove that Watson's investigation will directly expose their true identity." Purpose. Watson! Not only do you have to continue the investigation, but we can also take this opportunity to turn the light on to one army."

Mary understood immediately.

When Holmes said the word repeating the same trick, she vaguely guessed it, and when it came to continuing to investigate, Mary quickly followed the detective's train of thought: "You plan to wait for the other party to make a move, and then turn around to catch him, just like guarding Colonel Moran. him?"

"why not?"

He said that he didn't like repeating the same tricks, but Mary felt that the detective looked extremely excited. He was actually very happy that he could catch clues in two different cases with one method.

"Since this is the most efficient solution," Holmes said, "I can't think of any reason to hesitate. Following Sykes' clue of selling drug powder can be traced back to the key flaw of the Illuminati, so we must continue to investigate anyway. down, not to mention we can also catch the attacker the other way around."

"You plan to use Dr. Watson." Irene also understood Holmes' plan, and the charming singer immediately frowned. "Detective, please think twice, how can you risk the doctor's safety?"

"Use me to catch people from the Illuminati?"

Watson finally understood.

He stood up excitedly: "Great! This is indeed a good idea."

Erin: "..."

Same-sex attracts like attracts like!Erin was completely speechless.

Sherlock Holmes hooked the corner of his mouth, and the detective naturally read Irene's worries.

"Adventures are only called adventures when you are not fully prepared," said Holmes confidently. "Please rest assured that I will not allow the enemy to hurt my friend. The Illuminati will not dare to make big moves, but I will carefully consider the plan and make sure that I am not afraid of it." Nothing is lost."

"In that case."

Even Watson himself looks eager to try, what else can Irene say?She sighed and reluctantly gave in: "Please be careful, detective, I don't want anyone to be hurt because of my own selfish desires."

"What you said is biased, Ms. Adler," Miss Morstan shook her head, "Since the Illuminati sold the drug powder to the poor, the case is far more than just your selfish desire."

"Irene also found out."

Taking advantage of Holmes' presence, Mary hastily added: "She and Judge Boris Nolan had known each other in Paris, and met with him in the past few days, and accidentally discovered that the Illuminati will gather on the third day of next month."

When Holmes heard this, a bit of surprise flashed in his piercing eyes—Ms. Irene Adler came to London secretly, and going out to socialize was not in line with what she said at the beginning.

But he didn't say anything after all.

"On the third of next month," the detective repeated the message, "I see."

"Where can they gather?" Mary was a little confused. "The altar underground in the Whitechapel area has been blown up. Could it be in the sewer of Sir Blackwood's mansion?"

Mary has always been interested in the sewer entrance that Mr. Holmes found.

A normal sewer manhole cover will not have an empty triangular frame printed on it.Given that the same pattern was printed on the altar floor beneath the Whitechapel, it seemed to Mary that there must be some relationship between the two.

The sigil of the Illuminati is the eye in a triangular frame.

And according to Holmes's personal experiment, if he only uses the devil's heel to enter the hallucination, he will not see the vision of the eyes that the two deceased saw.

So... where did the eyes go?

"I'm still wondering, are those bugs related to hallucinations?" Mary asked again.

"You cannot presuppose evidence before you have any clues, Miss Mary," Holmes said. "It will affect your inference."

This is true.

Mary had to put aside all her thoughts for the time being: "Let's start with the clues in the slums first, what are you going to do, detective?"

Hearing this, Holmes finally stopped his pace.

He stood in the center of the living room, with a look of anticipation on his stern face.

"We will do what they are afraid of," said Holmes. "Watson! Let us go and see who is playing the part of selling Devil's Heel Sykes."