[Comprehensive British and American] My Neighbor Mr. Holmes

"I have one thing..."

Before William could finish his sentence, he heard the voice of the Opa-Lempa people coming to this room, interrupting his next words.

"A Mr. Sherlock Holmes is sought," said the Opa-Lempa.

……

what on earth is it?

Why did Sherlock come here?

"Holmes?"

Jack Sparrow read a sentence, then looked at William and said, "The young master of the Woodridge family is talking about this guy named Sherlock Holmes?"

"It is indeed him."

William nodded.

But what puzzled him was, how did Vincent Knight Ray Woodridge know in advance that Sherlock would come?

What exactly is his ability?

"Let him in."

Jack Sparrow thought for a moment, reached out and pressed on the white wall, and said.

After a while, Sherlock walked in. He took the black coat in his hands, and looked around without any trace of his eyes. Then, he glanced at William who was sitting on the side, and twitched his eyebrows.

"Sherlock Holmes."

With that, Sherlock held out his hand to Jack Sparrow.

"Will Wonka."

Seeing this, Jack Sparrow raised his eyebrows and shook hands with Sherlock, "I've heard of you, Mr. Holmes, you know, I heard Mr. William Stoker talk about you just now. "

"Oh," Sherlock raised his eyebrows. "This is really a miraculous thing. I don't know if I have this honor. Can you listen to what he said?"

"Of course," Jack Sparrow saw this, pointed to the seat next to him, and motioned for the two to sit down. After they sat down, he said, "To tell you the truth, Mr. Holmes, you are confident that you will make the Stoke family Have you found the treasure in the book?"

"Treasure?" Sherlock was slightly taken aback, but he quickly realized, "Of course, I already have an idea."

Having said that, Sherlock looked around Jack Sparrow's hands and face, and smiled, "However, I need to know some questions. Have you pirates seen Moriarty?"

"How do you know I'm a pirate?"

Jack Sparrow glanced at Sherlock, then turned his gaze to William.

He thought that Sherlock, like William, was not an ordinary person.

"Oh, don't look at me like that, Sherlock is indeed an ordinary person," William felt a little guilty when he said the word "ordinary person", and he added another sentence, "Although In the eyes of ordinary people, he is not an 'ordinary person'."

"I don't know who the man you're talking about is, but I'm a pirate."

Seeing this, Jack Sparrow didn't hide anything, and directly admitted, "However, I'm curious, how do you, as an ordinary person, see it? You know, I'm very confident in my acting skills."

"Because of your hand."

Sherlock said, "Although your fingers look very intact, for ordinary people, thin calluses gather at the fingertips, but your finger pulp has thin calluses, and not one or two, but all of them, which shows that, You've got your hands on rough stuff for a long time, like string, which obviously isn't something a successful chocolatier is said to have."

"You have a very light salty smell, although it is covered by the rich aroma of cream and chocolate, but when I shook hands with you just now, I still smelled a little bit; your face is pale, but your physique looks very good , you can even be said to be vigorous, you seem to exercise often, and your pale complexion is covered with purple, which is the complexion that people who have been at sea for a long time will have; of course, there are many others, for example, when you came back You can infer from the way you pick up, hold the cup, and the way you walk, and you have too many flaws."

"What a brilliant inference."

Jack Sparrow slowly raised his lips and praised, "You are qualified, Mr. Holmes."

Having said that, Jack Sparrow shifted his gaze to William and said, "I agree, I will leave the matter to him."

……

William twitched, why is this scene so workplace-like?

All it takes is Jack Sparrow to say, "Congratulations, you've been hired."

Shaking his head hard, William wanted to shake out the mess inside, so he blinked at Jack Sparrow and asked, "If it turns out that the treasure is not a treasure at all, what are you going to do?"

"Actually, you don't have to worry that I will kidnap you at all. You know, I can't catch you at all."

Jack Sparrow said, with a self-deprecating smile, and said, "You really pretend."

"..." William twitched his lips and replied solemnly, "It is because I know that I will not get hurt that I am willing to cooperate with you, because I know that you have no sinister intentions towards me. Why not cooperate with you?"

Hearing this, Sherlock sized up the two of them, and instantly guessed what happened [-]% right.

"In this way, you need me to help you find the treasure map hidden in Stoke's house."

"good."

Jack Sparrow nodded.

Seeing Sherlock's calm expression, William's heart moved. He looked at Sherlock and said in surprise, "Sherlock, do you already know where the treasure map is?"

"good."

Sherlock said, "You took us to see those portraits last time, and we didn't find anything at that time, but I have some new ideas because of this, maybe the treasure is not hidden on the portraits at all, but somewhere else, So, we keep looking at the portraits and get nothing."

"Not in the portrait?"

William wondered, "So, where is it?"

"I remember you said that you have a pomegranate manor, which was left to you by your mother," Sherlock said here, looking at William with silver-gray eyes, "your mother suddenly let you go when you were one or two years old." passed away, but you took over this manor some time ago, and this manor has been managed by your father, old Mr. Stoke, hasn't it?"

William's eyes lit up, and he suddenly realized, "You are right. It is indeed possible that father hid things in the pomegranate manor. Why don't we go and have a look."

"In that case, I'll go drive."

Seeing this, Jack Sparrow rolled his eyes and said immediately.

"No need to drive, we'll be there in the blink of an eye."

William shook his head, holding Sherlock with his left hand and Jack Sparrow with his right hand, chanting the spell "Teleportation", and in the blink of an eye, he traveled from London to the suburbs of Yorkshire in an instant.

The wind in the afternoon is still mild, without the gloomy weather in London, the suburbs of Yorkshire look bright, except for the castle-like manor and the surrounding woods not far away, on the other side are rolling hills with growing The green pastures are still green, and when the wind blows, there are circles of ripples, like a green ocean, so beautiful!

William's mother was a down-and-out aristocratic lady named Alisa Green. This manor was handed down by the Green family. It is said that Mary I, Queen of Scots once lived in it. However, because of her "bloody" rumors back then, The Green family moved to the town. However, the manor was not sold because of this, but was passed down from generation to generation. Even when the Green family was at its worst, they did not sell it at all until its final One of the directors died, leaving the succession to William.

"This castle looks very old, like a product of the [-]th and [-]th centuries."

Sherlock's eyes were shining with excitement. Looking at William, he still felt a little unreal at this moment. Although he had already guessed that William would know magic, this was his first contact with magic, and this feeling made him very fresh. However, obviously he still remembered the purpose of their trip, he suppressed his excitement, looked at the opposite manor, and said.

"It should be, I don't know very well."

William shook his head. Although he knew a little about the history of the Green family, he didn't know as comprehensively as the history of the Stoke family.

"However, the butler of the Green family is still living in the manor, Mr. Beeton," William paused at this point, "You should know that Mary I, Queen of Scots, was the Queen of France, and she had four companions She is the same age, and they are all called 'Mary' girls, they are called, 'Four Marys', and these four girls come from four noble families in Scotland, the Beeton family is one of them. And this Mr. Beeton was the One of the outer members of the Beaton family."

"Mr. Beaton has always been proud of this, but don't mention the matter of Queen Mary I at that time, because...he is a weirdo," William said here, seeing Sherlock and Jack Sparrow with puzzled faces Looking at him, I couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed, "I don't know, this is what my father told me."

After speaking, William led the two of them to the manor, and briefly explained the whole thing to Sherlock.

When they arrived at the gate of the manor, they deeply felt the grandeur of the pomegranate manor.

Except for the castle-like mansion in the middle, there are pomegranate flowers on both sides. Of course, in addition to the pomegranate flowers, there are also many fiery red roses.

William glanced at the ancient oil lamp lit by the door, and rang the bell beside the door, and the sound of "jingle bell" and "jingle bell" spread far away.

After a while, an old man with gray hair and a black suit came out. His back was straight, and although his eyes were cloudy, he was still full of energy.

"Ah, the little young master came back with his friends, did he come to see Miss?"

As Mr. Beaton said, he opened the iron door. The sound of "creaking" and "creaking" was particularly harsh at this time, and William somehow felt a gust of cool wind blowing towards him.

There is the breath of death.

William squinted his eyes, and his eyes glanced at the rose flower beds on both sides of Lu, and then turned to the gardens on both sides, and the breath became more and more intense.

"Mr. Beaton, how is mother?"

William smiled at Mr. Beaton and entered the manor.

"The lady will be very happy to see the little master here!"

As Mr. Beaton said, he glanced at Sherlock and Jack Sparrow who were looking around curiously.

"They are my friends, Sherlock Holmes and Jack Sparrow."

After William finished explaining to Mr. Beaton, he saw a smile slowly appear on Mr. Beaton's wrinkled face, and that smile looked particularly serious in the dark castle.

"Mr. Beaton lives alone in such a big house, wouldn't he be lonely?"

Sherlock asked casually.

"No." Mr. Beeton fixed his eyes on Sherlock, looked at it for a long time, and then said lightly, "There are ladies, masters and madams here, how can you be lonely?"

Hearing this, Sherlock didn't say much, just smiled on his forehead, while Jack Sparrow stared at the surrounding buildings with a look of amazement.

Seeing this, William didn't say anything. He went directly to the chapel behind the manor, prayed to his mother, and did not enter the castle.

After he finished praying, he told Mr. Beaton the purpose of his coming.

"The little master came here for this matter."

Mr. Beaton didn't hesitate at all when he heard the words, and spoke directly.

"indeed."

William couldn't help but feel a little hot.

"The things are indeed with me," Mr. Beaton said, and slowly stood up, took out a box under the portrait of the Virgin Mary, and handed it to William, "Your father, this is the one that was handed over to me for preservation. thing."

William took it. It was a very rustic wooden box, which looked a little dilapidated.

"Old Mr. Stoke is really smart to use this box."

As Jack Sparrow said, he snatched the box from William and took a few steps back, "I'll look at this first."

Seeing this, William didn't say anything, just nodded.

Seeing this, Sherlock didn't say much. He had heard the specific incident before and now he has lost his curiosity about this matter. Instead, it was this place that made Sherlock a little curious.

Still looking at the small church, Sherlock didn't know what was going on, he always felt that this place was very weird, not only this small church, but also the whole manor.

Jack Sparrow opened the wooden box, took out a piece of yellowed parchment, and looked at it. The more he looked, the paler his face became.

"Not a treasure?"

Although William was a question, what he said was very certain. Judging from Jack Sparrow's face, what Vincent Knightley Woodridge said was probably not wrong at all.

Upon hearing this, Jack Sparrow handed the parchment to William and said, "Look for yourself!"

After speaking, Jack Sparrow turned around and sat on the bench behind, with a gloomy expression on his face.

William looked at the parchment, and there was a map drawn on it. Judging from the topography, it did look like a map of the Caribbean Sea, but the route marked on it baffled him, except that the skull could guess that it was something related to death. In addition, others, such as anchors, triangles, etc., do not understand what they mean.

"I'm not a pirate, so I can't understand this treasure map."

As William said, he walked into Jack Sparrow, and stuffed the treasure map in his hand, "If that's the case, I'll give it to you."

"Don't you worry, I deliberately pretended that this is not a treasure map, but is it really a treasure map? If you give it to me, it is a loss?"

"Even if it's really a treasure map, if I tell you, it's for you."

William didn't struggle, and looked at Jack Sparrow calmly and said, "To me, this thing is just a piece of parchment, which is of no use at all. I gave it to you as a favor. It seems that I took it." Cheap."

Hearing this, Jack Sparrow stared deeply at William with his black eyes, and slowly raised his lips, "Then I will accept it."

As he said that, Jack Sparrow put away the sheepskin roll, and then said to William, "Should we go back?"

"Of course," after William finished speaking, he shifted his gaze to Sherlock who was looking at the statue of the Virgin Mary. Behind Sherlock stood Mr. Beeton with an inexplicable expression, "Sherlock, what are you looking at?"

As soon as William made a sound, he attracted the attention of Sherlock and Mr. Beaton.

"It's nothing, I just feel that these statues are very exquisite, and they feel different from ordinary statues of the Virgin Mary."

As Sherlock spoke, he glanced at Mr. Beeton, seeing that he was unmoved at all, so he had no choice but to shift his gaze to William.

"Statue of the Virgin?" William thought for a while, "I remember when I was a child, there were many statues of the Virgin here, but now there are a lot less."

"The Statue of Our Lady..."

Sherlock was about to ask something, but Mr. Beeton suddenly interrupted him, "Master, it's getting late, you should go back."

Hearing this, William glanced at his watch, it was almost six o'clock.

"We should go back before it's too late."

William said, winking at Sherlock.

"Then let's go."

Sherlock obviously understood what William meant and nodded in agreement.

When the three of them left the manor, William always felt that he was being watched by someone. He subconsciously turned his head to look, but there was nothing but the dark castle.

"This place is weird."

After Sherlock saw that they had left a certain distance, he said, "Oil lamps are not lit outside the door during the day, and generally they are only lit when someone in the family has just passed away, in order to guide the way for the dead, and the layout of the entire castle gives people a very good feeling. It’s weird, I always feel like something is distorted, because we didn’t go in, I don’t know, but I found something weird about that small church, the area of ​​that small church doesn’t match what we saw, it should have a dark room , I suspect it has something to do with those Madonna statues, unfortunately..."

Having said that, Sherlock turned his attention to William.

"You want to investigate this matter?"

William looked at Sherlock and said calmly, "This is not something you can control. The death atmosphere inside is too serious, as if many people died inside."