[Comprehensive British and American] Those years when I opened a dessert shop on Baker Street

Sherlock came, and the interrogation work was naturally handed over to Sherlock.

"Uncle, he really doesn't remember Debbie."

Sherlock believed Winsty's words, and he didn't see any sadness on Fuster's face. Even though the Adams family's understanding of death was different from ordinary people, Fuster would not react as usual.

However, because First couldn't remember Debbie, he couldn't tell where Debbie was last night, so Sherlock could only guess boldly and reason accurately.

He had just gone down the mountain to look at the corpse, and it wasn't long before he was going back to the cellar in Adams Manor where First stayed last night.

The police detective from Broome drove them up the hill. Sherlock sat on the far right, Foster sat on the far left, and Winsty sat between the two.

First was very excited. He has never been a law-abiding person. He chatted with people along the way, and the driver in the front row and the assistant police officer were bothered.

"Uncle," Winsty called out to Fuster in a low voice, and put his fingers to his lips, "let's play a game where whoever speaks first loses."

As soon as he heard about playing games, Furst became excited. Who in the Adams family doesn't like to play games, he readily agreed to Wensty's request and kept his mouth tightly shut. He didn't want to lose the game.

Winsty breathed a sigh of relief, and she looked at Sherlock on the right. His eyes were closed, his hands were folded on his chest, and his profile was cold and handsome.

A sense of guilt aroused in Wensty's heart. She somehow forgot that she could use the Psylocke Butterfly to find someone. If she had used this method earlier, Sherlock wouldn't have to make such a fuss.

From last night to this morning, he had already run down the mountain once, carried her back to the mountain with a load on his back, circled the entire Adams manor several times, and went down the mountain to check on the body once. Even if his body was made of iron, he must be tired.

Sherlock was like a sculpture when he was resting in silence, the sunlight cast layers of shadows on his face through the leaves, and the blue blood vessels on his pale neck made people feel soft.

Sherlock calculated the time, and the moment the car stopped at Adams Manor, he woke up without anyone calling, and after waking up, Sherlock regained his composure.

He came to the piece of land where the cellar was hidden, and asked Wensty, "How did you find this place?"

He and Winsty searched for so long last night, never thought that the missing First would be hiding underground.

Wensty didn't know how to answer for a moment, and Furst rushed ahead of her and answered for Wensty: "This is a treasure site in Adams Manor. They found it based on the riddle on the treasure map."

Winsty nodded: "Yes."

First happily bumped Wensty's shoulder: "It really is my good niece, she has much more exploration power than your father, remember when I was a child, your father and I saw the riddles on the treasure map together , I like riddles the most, so I found this place, I was the only one who found it all these years, I didn't expect you to find it too."

Winsty smiled guiltily.

Sherlock had a panoramic view of her expression: "What riddle?"

“太阳在哪里？在樟树上面。阴影在哪里？在榆树下面。怎样测到它？向北10步又10步，向东5步又5步，向南2步又2步，向西1步又1步，就在下面。”

First told Sherlock the riddle on the treasure map. Winsty never knew there was such a place at home. When she was a child, she ran wild with Pugsley and found many treasures, but she never found them. Never been here.

Sherlock calculated the steps to solve the riddle in his mind, and he got stuck in one step: "Where is the elm tree?"

There is only one camphor tree in the entire Adams estate.

First pointed at Adams Castle and told him, "Look up."

At the top of Adams Castle is a pointed wooden warehouse made of elm.

Therefore, when the sun shines above the camphor tree, Adams Castle will cast a long shadow, find the position at the end, as the rest of the riddle says, go twenty steps north, ten steps east, Four steps south, two steps west, you can find this place.

"This has always been my secret base, and now I want to share it with you." First said to Winsty.

The first one to go down was First. He was not afraid of pain at all. He fell to the ground and stretched out his hand to Sherlock: "Come on, niece and son-in-law, I can catch you."

Hearing his words, Winsty smiled awkwardly at Sherlock: "Uncle has misunderstood the relationship between the two of us."

Sherlock left two words that made Wensty messy: "Really?" His tone rose slightly.

Only Sherlock and First can go down, and Wensty will wait for them above.She has been interpreting Sherlock's "really?" in her mind. She can interpret these two short words into different meanings, but she can't tell which meaning it is.

Winsty felt that the sun dazzled a lot today.

Sherlock arrived in the cellar and began to observe the surrounding structures. He asked Foster to stand aside and observe the footprints on the ground through the light from above. Debbie had indeed been here.

Sherlock shouted upwards: "When you found Foster, what was he like?"

"He was crushed under that stone slab, and there is a small hole there." It was Pugsley who answered him. He saw Winsty's figure from a distance and ran over.

Pugsley told Winsty that if she didn't have time to prepare lunch today, her grandmother would gladly make her and Sherlock's.

Only then did Wensti remember that it was almost time for dinner, and shouted down: "I'm going to prepare Chinese food."

Fuster covered his face with his hands, like a little girl in fantasy, and it was not at all inconsistent to match him with a long braid: "I really envy you!"

Sherlock looked at him suspiciously.

"I also hope that my lover can prepare lunch for me," First said, looking nothing like knowing that his fiancée died this morning, "Ha, Winsty can't even allow her grandmother to cook You eat, what a possessive desire, it really is a girl from our Adams family!"

Sherlock glanced up at the sky, but Wensty was no longer there. He walked around the stone slabs and saw several small stones.

He tried to move the slate, but the slab was too heavy to move with his own strength. First came over to help him, and moved the slate quickly.

First proved with all his strength that such a large stature is not for nothing.

The cave is just big enough to hold a Foster.

Debbie's body was found in the mountains, and First had apparently spent the night in the cave - Sherlock saw a lot of lime on his clothes - Debbie's murder was impossible It's first.

Sherlock: "What treasure is hidden here?"

Sherlock's deduction is that last night, Debbie's hypocritical mask was shattered to the ground, and she wanted to grab it at the last minute before leaving. She had heard that there was a priceless treasure hidden here, so she lied to him. came here.

"a book."

"a book?"

Sherlock frowned, a book?Debbie was not the kind of person who liked to read, and there were no books in the body's belongings.

"There are already all kinds of precious books in the study room. This book is placed here as a treasure. It must have its rarity."

"Yeah, that book can't be opened, and my grandmother won't let us open it."

First found the cellar when he was a child and found a red lacquered wooden box, the book was lying in the box, and there was a letter on top of the book.

As soon as he got the letter, it turned into a big mouth, sternly warning him not to touch the book.

For the first time, First obediently put the book back.But as the number of times increased, he became more and more curious, wanting to see what was in this untouchable book. Once, he resisted the warning and wanted to open the book, but every word in the book The page seemed to be stuck with a strong potion, and he couldn't open it even after trying various methods.

A book that won't open?

Sherlock frowned: "What does it look like, and what's the title?"

"There is no title on the book, it is black, with golden patterns drawn on it, it is a hexagonal star, and there is..."

"There is an eye in the middle, and there is a bolt of lightning in the eye." Sherlock followed what First said, describing the appearance of the book.

First clapped his hands happily: "Yes, yes, it looks like this. Have you seen this book?"

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Debbie didn't expect to meet acquaintances in hell, and what made her even more unexpected was that a relative of her ex-fiancé's family was actually the Duke of Hell.

Debbie gasped, but since she was dead, she couldn't feel the chill anymore.

When she went to hell, she was full of resentment. She never expected that she would be betrayed by the person she trusted the most, and would even be killed by him. Li Gui, other little ghosts ran away in fear when they saw her, and it was from the fearful eyes of these little ghosts that she knew that she was powerful.

Hell is also divided into levels. She wants to live with Beethoven and the others. Although she doesn't understand music, who doesn't know Beethoven's name.

"Third Uncle, do I want to live with Beethoven and the others?" Debbie returned to that coquettish look.

Crowley didn't like her: "I don't think you have forgotten that I saw you try to seduce my cheap grand-niece and son-in-law with my own eyes!"

Debbie almost forgot that she had already been caught.

Crowley asked for Debbie's file from the distribution officer, and when he saw the cause of death, a "Chuan" wrinkled on his forehead.

"You died so badly?"

After Debbie's throat was cut, she didn't know what happened next. She wondered: "How miserable?"

"Your throat was cut, you were disemboweled, and your organs were ripped out, as well as mouth sores and red spots on the soles of your feet. Your dead appearance can be listed on the list of the ugliest dead faces in hell."

Debbie, who had been beautiful all her life, couldn't accept her tragic death, and started crying, shouting: "I'm already in such a miserable situation, you still don't let me live in a better place, you are ruthless!"

"To shut up."

Debbie's mouth closed uncontrollably, her eyes were watery.

Crowley pointed out a way: "If you are not satisfied, you can go back to the ground?"

"really?"

"Really," Crowley let her get closer, and told her, "It's just that you will become a wraith on the ground, and you may be caught by a witcher, and you will be wiped out by then."

"Then I won't let them catch it."

Crowley smiled slightly: "I'll tell you one more news."

"What is it?"

"Winsti is a witcher. Guess you became a wraith. Do you think I should tell her or tell her?" Crowley had a playful smile on his lips.

In the end, Debbie obeyed, and Crowley once again retained his hellish title of "Sorrowful Ghost".

Crowley looked at Debbie's file and muttered, "I feel like I've seen this kind of murder many times."

He remembered, and called the distribution officer: "Where is Jack the Ripper assigned?"

The distribution officer shook his head: "He's not in hell."

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