The moment the eyelids opened, it was like a stone throwing into the calm lake surface, the ripples spread and retracted, and all the scenes in the field of view gradually changed.

The color of dead objects such as walls and wooden frames gradually faded, and finally showed a light gray texture in the background. Sherlock, who was facing away from him, appeared white completely different from the background. This time it was not the aerosol on his body, but the whole body was white. However, there seemed to be other colors in front of him, but it was covered by his body.

Before I could take a closer look, the things on the ground attracted Donald's attention.

From the mouse hole to the area around the three wooden frames, it is full of pale yellow three-toed footprints!

It seems that my guess is correct. The mouse is the thief. No, I can't say that, why does the mouse steal jewelry?

The glittering things in their eyes may be worse than a rye bread.

They are just tools, the real thief, the one who controls these mice.

It is understandable that the two-layer jewelry on the upper side were not taken away. Donald looked at the overlapping marks on the lower side of the shelf. These mice actually stacked arhats and piled up to more than one meter high. If there were more, could they handle the two layers?

Hiss ~

He took a sudden breath of cold air, and the world around him seemed to have been pressed by someone to turn on the light switch. Everything in front of him fell into darkness. Unlike the last soreness, this time his eyes felt cold. This was a very strange feeling. If the power was less, it might be cool, which would make the eyes comfortable, but what Donald felt was real cold now.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Sherlock noticed the staggering of the assistant behind him, and turned his head to find that he was wiping his eyes with his hands.

"It's okay, the dust in the warehouse entered his eyes and it will be better in a while. Sherlock, I just learned from Ebel that a mouse catcher came to their house two days ago. At that time, in order to catch mice, he had surveyed the house. He must know about this treasure house. Although your search powder is useless, the traces in front of the mouse hole are also proof that it doesn't matter if Ebel doesn't believe it. As long as we can find the things, he can't believe it!"

Sherlock cannot tell that he can see the traces on the ground, but on the premise of confirming theft of the mouse, he can guide the other party in the right direction.

Will the mouse catcher be a thief? This is an unsolved question, but no matter what, he has experience with these mice, and at least he can get some information from him, which is of considerable benefit to the further investigation of the case.

"You're right, I didn't expect it to be quite smart."

"It's just an immature suggestion, I think you've thought of it a long time ago."

"Haha, of course, you're very good, and you didn't find you as an assistant in vain."

Sherlock became more and more satisfied with this assistant, had the eyesight and could flatter him, and could also make some useful suggestions at critical moments.

The two agreed and went out to find Eble directly, and did not tell him about the situation in the warehouse. Anyway, he probably didn't believe it after telling him, so Sherlock said that they were going out to ask some suspicious people and were about to come to the address of the three strangers in the past few days.

In this era, telephone calls have not been fully popularized, and the lower-level people still have to send messages to each other face to face or write letters, so the record of the address is particularly important. There are addresses left by these three people in Ebel's family.

In order to speed up efficiency, I specially allocated my carriage to them.

"Your search powder is a 5-pound item after all, it is not cheap and seems to be very useful. I can't say you can return it."

After getting in the car, Donald handed Sherlock the trace powder he had been holding in his hand.

"It can't be returned. Those guys pay attention to selling the goods, and they don't return or exchange them. Just find a place to throw them away. If you want them, you can keep them as a souvenir."

Sherlock didn't feel much regretful about this 5 gold pound thing, and waved his hand casually.

"Then I keep it. This bottle is pretty good. It's good to pour the powder and wash it and replace it with sugar pills. Sherlock, can I ask where did you buy this thing? Someone will sell this... Should I call it magic powder?"

There were not many expressions of joy on his face, so he had to keep his restrainedness, but he pretended to inadvertently asked the question he wanted to know the most.

"In an underground market, um...the dual meaning is both underground and a less legal market. In fact, it cannot be said to be illegal. After all, the government and church in Puston both agree that there is that place. It is a place where you can buy many strange things as long as you have money. Of course, most of them are limited to things that are tempted on the edge of illegality. There cannot be said that there are no things that really cross the line. It should be said that there are not many, because no one knows whether there is a government or church eyeliner in that market."

It is better to be dispersed than to block it. Instead of spending huge energy to strictly prohibit it, it will allow some truly illegal things to escape under the scattered government forces. It is better to allow such an underground market to exist. The government and the church can be constrained in secret, and it is not certain that they can capture more favorable information through this.

What's more, if you want to survive in such a place, you will naturally have no less filial piety. Every month, people are rushing to give money, which is beneficial to urban security. Who is not happy?

"Can I know where that place is? To be honest, I'm also very curious about this..."

"Okay, if you can solve this case today, I will take you there tomorrow night. Because if the case is solved, then 15 pounds are our funds. As an assistant, I will share some of you, which is enough to squander it. If it cannot be solved...it is useless to take you there, because I guess you can't afford most of the good things."

There is usually a share of the task reward between the detective and the assistant. This amount depends on the difficulty of the commission and the level of the reward, as well as whether the detective is generous.

Because the entrustment itself has certain dangers, the assistant participating in the case means taking risks, and that weekly salary is the reward for the assistant to do some normal affairs.

If you really make a living by dying, it wouldn’t be appropriate to earn 1 pound a week?

"no problem."

"Since you have no problem, I will talk about what's next. If you really meet a criminal later, try to hide as much as possible. It's not that you look down on you, but that I'm the first time I've met a criminal who can control rats. This is a supernatural phenomenon... It's hard to guarantee that the criminal will surrender. You are just an assistant, and there's no need to fight to the death, let alone if you die, I'll be in trouble."

Sherlock looked excited and read the strange secret newspaper every day. Today it was finally his turn to face the supernatural phenomenon. If he could arrest such a criminal, he might also get some special things from him. The ability to control mice sounds quite powerful, right?

"What about you? Are your combat power enough to deal with a thief who can control rats?"

It’s not Donald who argued, he knew his combat power well. Although he currently has some special abilities, he does not have decent attack methods, and he is not much better than ordinary adults when fighting. Sherlock is not outstanding in size, looks not strong in figure, and his fighting skills are probably not outstanding. How can he fight against the enemy?

"Just a thief. As long as he dares to appear in front of me, the battle will be over."

With his right hand reached into his waist, a delicate gun was pulled out from behind by Sherlock and placed on his legs. When he held the handle of the gun tightly, his aura and confidence were significantly enhanced.

This is an old gunman!

"You have a gun?"

Is it really good to take out a gun? Donald really want to ask if a private gun is discovered, isn’t it the rhythm of eating in prison?

"Don't worry, I have a gun license and got it five years ago. Did you see this gun? If it were a new gunman, could I use this gun?"

Different from the guns that Donald remembers, the gun in Sherlock's hand is not a common revolver in this era, but is embedded with many gears and small transmissions. The tail of the gun also has a cylindrical water reservoir similar to a water gun and a dial marked with digital codes.

It is a simplicity style, but it is definitely a delicate "monster".

"Firoke 1796, steam propulsion gun, gun fire mode is in normal gun state, bullet propulsion speed is nearly 1.5 times faster than ordinary guns, steam propulsion mode increases steam propulsion on the original basis. This instrument records the amount of steam in memory, and the knob below can adjust the one-time trigger. If all steam is used for a single attack, you can directly fry your upper body into minced meat."

Sherlock blurted out almost without thinking about his gun-loving situation.

"This gun is also within the scope of gun possession permit?"

This small hand cannon-like existence is also allowed, and the gun license is also allowed? This world is a bit too dangerous.

"Of course it's not within the scope. This is a powerful firearm. You can't tell others that I have this gun. It was brought back by my family from Glasdo, who is extremely developed in heavy industry. With it, I care whether it is a supernatural monster on the other side. Even the legendary werewolf standing in front of me, I can also blow it up with one shot!"

It is undeniable that the rapid development of industry is changing this era. The sharp claws that once served as human nightmare monsters seem to be unable to reach the forefront of these artificial terrifying weapons.

Human beings are progressing, from the inside out, never stopping!

"Two gentlemen, Bonley District is ahead. As a coachman, I have to protect my job. I am very sorry, I don't want to be resigned after I go back."

Bonly District, one of the slums in Puston City, the environment in which it is summarized in three words: dirty and messy!

"Let's go, his reason is irrefutable. If we are carried in, the carriage may have to be sent directly to the car wash when we come out."

Pushing the door open and getting out of the car, a sour smell came to my face, which made the two people who were still in the clean carriage last second frown involuntarily.

"Hiss~ This road seems to be difficult to walk."
Chapter completed!