Detective Bennet [Comprehensive novel]

"My God! Is this sea area being targeted by the god of death!"

Bentley had just recovered from the thrilling shipwreck brought by the "Lucky One", and didn't care about the general conditions of the search and rescue ship that three people shared a room.

Out of the cabin, the sea and the sky seem to be fighting among demons.

Dark clouds covered the sky, and several bolts of lightning pierced the night and slashed across the sea.

Not to be outdone, the strong wind also set off the sea water, and the towering waves fought with the electric light.

Immediately, the torrential rain poured down like copper beans.

The search and rescue ship was floating and sinking with the stormy sea.

The sea is vast, and a ship is too small.As soon as the god of death gets impatient, he can destroy it with his backhand.

Old Bennet was also dumbfounded.

He lived for 50 years, and it was the first time he saw such a terrible thunderstorm.Could it be that the search and rescue ship had strayed into the Underworld by mistake, and it was only when they were sailing in the Styx River that they encountered the devil rain.

There are not a few people who have this kind of thinking.

Even sailors with rich sailing experience drew crosses on their chests one after another.Now I can only pray that God can bless them and prevent them from being teased by the devil.

George, the boatswain of the search and rescue ship, was in a hurry and approached Kelsey for an order. "Sir, which direction should we go now?"

Who pays the final say.

Before boarding the ship, George received an order from the captain, and he would follow Kelsey's arrangements in case of major issues.

The original plan of the search and rescue team was to return directly to the United States, but the situation changed suddenly, and the sea surface was rough and rough, so it was best to stop at an island for shelter.

However, the sea storm, which is rare in a century, does not give people a chance to find the island at all.

The guidance equipment in the bridge is not working, let alone the telegraph mechanism is working properly.The ship was in the wind and rain, and it had long been impossible to grasp the original direction.

Professional matters should be left to professional people.

George can no longer use his professional skills to solve the problems in front of him. Where can he go to escape from the realm of death?

'Bang--'

Another wave hit, the boat shook violently uncontrollably, and the tables and chairs moved one meter away in an instant.

"Ah!" "Hold on to the railing!"

"Go back to the cabin, don't stay on the deck!"

There was constant screaming outside, and the sailors in the cab almost fell down.

George narrowly dodged the heavy object, with cold sweat dripping from his brow, and shouted to Kelsey: "Mr. Bennet, make a decision quickly!"

Kelsey held the railing tightly with his left hand, and the feeling that the lives of the whole ship were tied to him was not good.Once she chooses wrongly, she is not the only one who dies.

Recall the prompt given by the wizard Tilan:

On stormy nights, the stars on the southwest side will illuminate the road ahead.

At this time, an unusually weird celestial phenomenon really appeared in the sky.

Kelsey's brows were tightly furrowed, and dark clouds surged over the sea area where the search and rescue ship was located.

Looking far away, there are no dark clouds in the farther sky, but it seems to be burning like a flame, and meteors are falling from the sky.

Well, stars did appear on the southwest side.

But there is a key question, how to distinguish the southeast from the north when the sea guide equipment fails?

Don't talk about stargazing to identify the position, look around, there are meteors appearing on at least three sides.

The next moment, the back of Kelsey's hand warmed up.

When she hesitated, Sherlock stretched out his right hand and covered her left.

"Choose by instinct. I'm lending you my share of luck."

Sherlock doesn't like to choose blindly without any basis, but life can never be under control. "Don't refuse. In the worst case, you can understand that the negative is positive."

This sentence successfully made Kelsey dumbfounded.

Most of the heaviness in her heart was gone, "Who will be right with you? I have always been right."

Sherlock nodded obediently, "Okay, okay, you are all right. You are right, and I am also right. The superposition of the two is even more powerful. So let's choose, the big deal..."

"Don't go on, it's not a big deal."

Kelsey didn't wait for Sherlock to finish the second half of the sentence, so he couldn't say things like death together.She immediately chose a direction blindly, and asked George to drive towards the direction where the meteor fell far away.

George gave up little hope.

He has been at sea for more than ten years, and he has heard many stories from the old captain about his experience at sea. He has never been closer to the realm of death than today.

At present, we can only give it a go.

George heard Kelsey's instructions and drove forward desperately.

There were several times when I heard the thunder explode in my ears, as if the boat was struck by lightning just a few meters away; there were several times when huge waves hit my face, and the boat went up against the waves, and when it fell, it almost went straight into the water.

Until the fuel was exhausted, the search and rescue ship miraculously floated to the shore.

Looking out, it was a mess, most of the cabin glass was broken, and all the flagpoles on the deck were broken.

"Its daybreak."

George sat down on the ground exhausted, and he didn't know how to go on a rampage, and he managed to break through the sea of ​​death.

The sky was white, and the island in front of it was the smoke rising from the kitchen.

Kelsey breathed a sigh of relief, but it wasn't time to relax.

"I don't know which small island it is? If the search and rescue ship is heading southwest, it should be the British Bahamas on the side of the Florida Peninsula."

In the last century, the Bahamas was a gathering place for pirates.

"You arrange things on the boat, I'll go to the island first."

Sherlock gave Kelsey a reassuring expression, "Pirates are a thing of the last century. Today, the Bahamas has frequent maritime trade with the United States, and the island should be safe."

Should be safe?

Kelsey couldn't deny it, and only asked Sherlock to ask a few more people to go to the island together.

Watson, the best helper, did not take the same ship. He left on another search and rescue ship to save the sick passengers.

"I don't know what happened to the other ships of the other search and rescue teams."

Kelsey didn't have time to worry, "Wait until I get to the island, and then ask if there is any news of other ships docking."

"it is good."

Sherlock agreed, and went ashore with Darcy, who had invited himself to explore the way, and three other sailors.

After two escapes last night, everyone on the search and rescue boat was exhausted, and no one could bear the third ordeal.

Fortunately, bad luck no longer followed us like a shadow.

An hour later, Sherlock returned with good news.

This place is one of the Bahamas Islands, which belongs to the British territory and maintains high-frequency shipping exchanges with the Florida peninsula of the United States.

"Large cargo ships call twice a week, and there will be ships tomorrow morning."

Sherlock met a cargo merchant stationed on the island, and the other party said that he could contact a passenger ship to go to the United States. "I can leave the island in the afternoon of the day after tomorrow at the latest."

Today and tomorrow, everyone will take a rest on the island.

As long as it's a normal island, it's fine.

Kelsey has put the requirements on the lowest gear - please let her go to the most ordinary island, don't do anything special.

Enter the island.

Kelsey didn't care that the rented hotel was almost shabby, and she didn't care about the disgusted expression of the middle-aged woman on the street. She just wanted to lie on the bed and rest for a few hours.

'boom! 'There was a loud slam of the door.

The middle-aged woman closed the door of the house in dissatisfaction, and cursed something viciously.

"Sorry, Susan has a weird temper."

The innkeeper who came to lead the way shrugged, "Susan is not targeting you, but everyone who has experienced storms at sea."

"Oh, it seems that I met a lady with a story."

Kelsey couldn't understand the woman's language and shook her head slightly when she saw Sherlock.

The shop owner knows that these travelers don't have the energy to listen to stories right now.

"If you are interested, I can talk about it at tea time."

Tea time.

Only Kelsey and Sherlock came to listen to the story.

Ms. Susan's story begins 20 years ago.

Similar to the beginning of many stories, it was a stormy night.

On a certain island in the Caribbean Sea, a group of Spaniards came, who had just escaped from a storm at sea.

The islanders warmly received the refugees.Because the island does not communicate with the outside world very often, foreign visitors have to wait four to five months before returning home by boat, so they live on the island.

Although they communicated through gestures due to the language barrier, the two parties got along happily, and what's more, they didn't return home when the ship arrived five months later.

"The one left is the doctor. He is studying whether the plants on the island can be used as medicine, and he is also very interested in one thing."

The shop owner said, “Different from the worship of gods in most Central and South America, in most cases it is regarded as an evil bat monster, and it is the patron saint of the island.”

"Bat monster?"

Kelsey immediately thought of Juul's death, and couldn't help but pay more attention, "Is it the Kamazotz in the Mayan legend?"

"It's similar. People on the island definitely don't call it Kamazotz. It should be called a god-like title."

The shop owner didn't care about those details, "Anyway, they are all humanoid bat monsters, just super-sized vampire bat monsters. I called him Bat Monster by the way, and the focus is on the taboo of Bat Monster."

The people on the island are very warm to the outside world, but there is only one taboo, outsiders can't get close to the holy place where the bat monster lives.The bat monster doesn't like outsiders, and if outsiders set foot in the Holy Land, it will arouse its anger.

"The anger of the bat monster does not distinguish between closeness and relatives. As long as it is angry, it will send down fire from the sky to punish those who violate the prohibition."

The owner raised the coffee cup and motioned the two of them to guess, "Can you guess what happened later?"

From Ms. Susan's disgusted attitude, what happened afterwards must be unpleasant.

Sherlock guessed first, "The remaining rituals broke into the holy land regardless of taboos, and the sky burned the entire island?"

The shopkeeper nodded slowly, "Yes, that's it. The island turned into a sea of ​​flames, and no one escaped. Since then, Susan has hated the people who escaped from the storm at sea, thinking that they are the beginning of all bad luck."

"Please wait a moment." Kelsey was puzzled. "If no one escaped, how did Ms. Susan know?"

"Haha! So, this is the story."

The owner mentioned that Susan had been injured while going to sea, and her memory was a little confused.

"Susan came to the Bahamas 30 years ago and got married and had children here. Although she has been out to sea, she went east to the Atlantic Ocean and never went west to the Caribbean Sea."

The owner of the shop and the nearby residents all thought that Susan had lost her memory.

She took the stories told by others as the reality she experienced personally.

"Susan's husband passed away three years ago, and her temperament has become more and more eccentric, and she only looks good to her son."

The owner said helplessly, "She is becoming more and more impatient with our old neighbors. However, Susan mostly stays behind closed doors. If you don't look for her, she won't take the initiative to trouble you."

The story ends here, the shopkeeper leaves first.

The two remaining were thoughtful.

Twenty years ago, a group of Spaniards landed on a small island that seldom communicates with the outside world. The island believes in bat monsters.

The outsiders set foot on the taboo of the island and offended the wrath of the bat monster.Then, the punishment from heaven destroyed the island and killed everyone on the island at the same time.

There is nothing surprising about this story.

Similar to many legends of gods and monsters, changing the soup without changing the medicine is composed of elements of the holy land, the anger of the gods, and the death of all members.

However, in connection with recent events, the attitude towards the story changes.

One is that Jules probably died of blood sucking by a giant bat, and the other is that the murderer who blew up the "Lucky" has Spanish descent, both of which correspond to the elements in the story.

Kelsey and Sherlock looked at each other and nodded, and must find Susan for details.

"Look for Susan's son first. With him around, Susan might be able to talk better."

Kelsey put down his coffee mug. "Hopefully, we'll get something worthwhile."

Sherlock's tone was affirmative, "I think it will come true. After all, we have all passed the test of death, so we can be blessed by misfortune."

Kelsey smiled when she heard this, "Tom, I asked you last night, do you know enough about your luck?"

Just last night, a terrible storm broke out.

Perhaps, some invisible force gave a standard answer.

Sherlock nodded as a matter of course, "I remember your question last night, and I already have the answer. Of course my luck is very good."

Kelsey raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure?"

Sherlock put down his coffee cup and looked at Kelsey intently, "I'm sure. Because only unparalleled luck will allow me to have the honor of meeting the unique you. Dear Jerry, you must feel the same way, right?"