Three intact locks were hung on the iron sheets extended from the latch outside. Donald stood outside the warehouse and looked at the jeweler's family standing nearby. In addition to the couple, they also had a pair of children.

The boy's body size was as round as his father, and of course, it was also possible that he was not yet old enough to lift his eyes, and Donald's eyes were on his hands on both sides of his body.

His fingers were like little carrots, and he couldn't do exquisite work. As for the girl and a woman, one was young and the other looked sad, not like a fake. The jeweler's sweat-wiping action was never stopped, and his eyes were always looking at the warehouse, hoping for some good news.

Although it is not ruled out that the family is all actors, in addition, judging from all aspects of details, the possibility of custody and stealing is extremely small.

Where did the jewelry go?

My eyes turned to the warehouse, where there were three wooden racks that were nearly two meters high and divided into 5-layers. When the jewelry was not missing, it was packed in various boxes and placed in the spaces on the wooden racks.

The wooden frame is now in a state where the jewelry on the upper two layers is intact. When you look at it, there is no sign of a box being opened. However, most of the jewelry boxes on the lower three layers have been opened, nearly 30 boxes.

The lock is intact, and the possibility of violent breaking is ruled out. The key has always been in the hands of the jeweler. According to what he said, it is inseparable. He repeatedly confirmed that even when he was sleeping, he and his wife took turns to watch over the keys. To do this, it is ruled out that someone steals the keys and commits crimes late at night.

How did thieves enter the warehouse? This has become a key problem. Since the three locks outside the door are locked before Ebel opens, one of them even leads a thin wire to connect the bells at the entrance of the stairs, they will be hung on every night when they go to bed. This is a commonly used traditional anti-theft method among the people.

Anything will trigger a ringtone as long as it touches the lock head. The couple on it alternately vigils, and the chances of discovering it are extremely high.

"Mr. Eble, are two layers of jewelry on wooden frames worthless?"

He only stole the lower three layers, and the jewelry box on the upper two layers did not move. According to normal ideas, the thief must think that the upper two layers are not valuable and occupy space. Sherlock also wanted to confirm this question.

"Of course not. I don't have the habit of putting things according to the height. The gold and silver jewelry here are all the most popular goods on the market recently."

Eble's response made Sherlock inside silent, and he reached out and gestured for a while. Sherlock's figure was not tall, about 170, about Donald's earlobe. His arms could reach the top of the wooden frame, and his body slowly sank, and his palms went down the rack, pausing at the base of the second floor.

At this time, Sherlock bent his legs, and his entire height was not even 1.5 meters tall. Could it be that the thief was a dwarf? Or was it just a child?

Due to the urgent time, Donald, the assistant who went to work on the first day, was assigned to inquire about the jeweler's family.

After ten minutes of inquiry, the final information was obtained: Eibo's jewelry store is about to open. Due to the invitation letter, many people know the news, but the warehouses where jewelry is stored rarely reveal it to others. In addition to Eibo's family, there are also several who know about it, including Eibo's friends or partners. Eibo himself also said that they could not steal jewelry.

There are many people who have joined the Eble family in recent days, most of whom are relatives. After all, it is a jewelry store. This symbolizes wealth, who have a relationship with assets, and will definitely not be few. These people are suspected of not being suspicious, but the places they live in are basically distributed in various urban areas of Puston. If one by one, it will be almost impossible to solve the case tomorrow morning.

There were three other outsiders, one was a maid who came to clean the house three days ago, one was a plumber who repaired the pipes at home, and the other was a mouse-catching man.

"Rat-catching man?"

Donald was a little confused about this profession.

"I don't know what's going on lately. There are many mice in the house, especially the kitchen and living room. Usually, not only gnaw on furniture, but also a small piece of curtains in the living room."

Eble's description made Donald involuntarily think of the group of rats he met on his own platform yesterday afternoon.

"Tell me what you know about the mouse-catching man."

"He is a very old man, wearing a brown hat and hunchback. He didn't pay attention to what he looked like. He only remembered that he always held a bell in his hand. Speaking of which, his methods were really amazing. He put a few mouse cages in our house. In just two days, all the mice in our house were in the cage."

"I see......"

Donald inevitably thought of a situation. Before yesterday, he would never believe his current thoughts. He could only say that the mutated mouse subverted his views.

He stood up decisively and went to the warehouse. Sherlock was still holding a magnifying glass inside to look for clues.

"The basic inquiry is almost done. I want to come in and find clues for you. Is it OK?"

"Of course, you are my assistant."

With permission, Donald walked into the warehouse. Compared to Sherlock's search for wooden frames, his vision was concentrated from the beginning on the corners around the warehouse. This place was not a proprietary treasure room. Judging from some sacks and miscellaneous items around it, it should have been temporarily modified by the grocery room.

Half-squatted on the ground, moving along the edge of the wall at the door, paying attention to the gaps in the utility room, and occasionally pulling out some baskets slightly.

"Donald, what are you looking for?"

What clues can be found in the corner of the wall at this time? Will the thief run to the corner of the wall and walk one or two baskets to hold things when stealing gold, silver and jewelry?

"I'm looking for...this!"

Tear a sack, and a hole on the wall behind which was larger than a fist appeared in front of me. Donald bent down, held his breath, and did not blow away the dust accumulated by the wall. The dust here was marked with obvious rat feet and some drag marks.

"Rat hole? You don't think it was a rat that stole it... do you really think so?"

"Sherlock, have you ever seen a big mouse? Probably...so big."

Sherlock looked back with surprise, with his hands gesturing out the size of the mutant mouse he saw yesterday. Can this size be called a mouse?

"I know it might be a bit unbelievable, but it was something I saw with my own eyes, right on the balcony of my house, if I had a camera in my hand at the time, I think I would definitely take a picture."

Donald knew that his idea might seem a bit nonsense in the eyes of others. A group of mice rushed into the treasure house in the middle of the night and stole dozens of jewelry. According to this idea, do you have to believe that a ghost is stealing something?

Whether others believe it or not, Baid Eble must roll his eyes.

"I believe it!"

"That's right, I... do you believe me?"

"Donald, I've told you a long time ago that I've seen something even more outrageous, but that time was accidental, and this time it was personal experience. If you go to close the warehouse door, you will know if your thoughts are true later."

According to Sherlock, he closed the door and found that there was an extra glass bottle in his hand containing some silver-gray powder. He was pouring some of it on his right index finger, then pressing his thumb on, twisting the pinch of powder.

"I spent 5 gold pounds to buy this small bottle of tracking powder. With the blessing of spells, as long as I scatter a little on the ground, the footprints of all creatures passing through this area will appear in the past few days."

“Looking for powder?”

What did you waste so much time before, holding a magnifying glass and looking at it, pretending?

Watching Sherlock pour the powder several times in a row, sprinkle it on the entrance of the mouse hole and in front of the wooden frame, then squatted aside and waited for the result to appear.

One minute...two minutes...

"What are you doing inside, can I open the door?"

Ebl and others outside were impatient and started knocking on the door, but the atmosphere in the warehouse was awkward at this time.

"That bastard actually lied to me, Humph, I'm not finished with him!"

On the unchanged warehouse floor, Sherlock threw the traced powder on the ground, and the bottle happened to roll to Donald's feet.

Are you a detective? Can you believe it even if you are looking for powder? Shouldn’t you rely on your own wisdom to solve the case?

"Assistant! Are you thinking about something bad now?"

Sherlock stared at Donald. If he dared to nod, he would definitely find an opportunity to deduct his salary these days.

"I was wondering if the method used was wrong. This kind of tracking powder is very good at hearing the name. I even bought it for 5 gold pounds, and it can't be of no use at all."

Donald, who noticed the danger, quickly changed the subject and bent down to pick up the search powder bottle on the ground. The glass bottle body was quite hard. There was a white label on it with the name: Search powder.

There seems to be a line of small characters below, walking to the small window next to it, taking advantage of the sunshine.

"Requires spiritual vision ability...Sherlock, has the person who sells your bottle of powder mentioned spiritual vision ability to you? You see there are marked below."

"No need to think about it. It is impossible for ordinary people to have spiritual vision ability. That requires... Anyway, this bottle of powder is useless!"

Sherlock seems to know some special secrets, like this bottle of tracking powder. If it really works, it shouldn't be something that ordinary people should have.

There are many secrets in this guy.

Donald looked at Sherlock with his back to him, closed his eyes, recalling the state he had in the previous two times. At that time, he saw everything strange. Is it the ability of spiritual vision?

According to his guess, this ability is likely to come from the demon in his body. Since it is a demonic ability, you can't just see some inexplicable mist, right?

Do you want to try it?

Due to the influence of religion, demons are synonymous with filthy and evil in the eyes of the indigenous people of this world. Even if they are involved, they will not avoid them. Except for those evil people, how can they take the initiative to contact the power of demons?

I can only say that Donald is an alien. His previous education made him more practical. As long as he could come in handy, he didn't care about the source of his ability. Anyway, he didn't find any other harm except for the pain in his eyes.

I can see the traces on the ground, I want to see the traces on the ground!

It is a very useful way to discover your own abilities and give yourself strong psychological hints.

A heat flow suddenly came out of the brain, uncontrollably, and poured straight into the eyes.

The light twisted beside him, as if the space here was being intervened by some force.

With his back to the window, Donald opened his eyes, and a red luster appeared in his emerald green pupils. The two colors were intertwined, like a red crystal powder embedded in an emerald agate, making his eyes look weird and magnificent.
Chapter completed!