[Comprehensive British and American] My Neighbor Mr. Holmes

Sherlock shrugged noncommittally.

After the three went downstairs, they saw two men sitting in the living room.

"These are the officers in charge of this case, from the United States, and this is Officer Derek Morgan and Officer Spencer Read," Officer Lestrade said of Spencer Read. When police officer Rhett was in charge, he took a special look at Sherlock, and then continued to introduce, "This is Mr. William Stocker, and next to him is Mr. Sherlock Holmes."

The four greeted each other and sat down together.

"Mr. Stock, I'm afraid you know why we are here, so I'll just say it straight," Derek Morgan said, nodding to William, and continued, "I think you can explain what happened that day. Repeat it for us?"

"Of course," William nodded, and said, "that day, Sherlock and I went to the bar through the place Jim Horston said, and then Sherlock went to the bathroom and didn't come out. I was worried, so I went in too. After that, I found a dark room and asked a young man to report the crime to me. I went in by myself, but I didn't find Sherlock there. I searched for a while, and suddenly heard the siren. Then many people ran away, I was worried about Sherlock at the time, so I didn't run away with that group of people, and in the end, Sherlock and the others blew up the wall, and I came out."

"You don't seem to worry about anything dangerous about yourself."

Derek Morgan said, smiling at William, "According to what we know about your information, you can be said to be a family heir. You originally owned many properties and funds, but due to this disaster, you Lost everything, you..."

"I understand what you mean," William interrupted Derek Morgan and explained, "It seems that your information is not complete. You must know the history of the Stoke family for a hundred years. I'm afraid you know the truth of "worms die but not stiff", and, you have to know, because of my birth environment, I have been educated in the aristocratic style since I was born, and I also attended the "Royal Education Academy" when I was young. ’, my classmates at that time were all royal families and nobles from various countries, you know, based on this alone, I would be welcomed in every country.”

"'Royal Training Institute'?" Derek Morgan was puzzled by this unfamiliar word, and he subconsciously glanced at Spencer Reed beside him.

"The 'Royal Training Institute' was founded in the early nineteenth century and was closed ten years ago. During this period, hundreds of royal family members and noble children were taught. It was mainly established for royal family members from various countries. Its purpose is to In order to increase the cohesion of European countries," said Spencer Reed, "the admission requirements are: first, you must be at least [-] years old and less than [-] years old; Status and background. The second point alone eliminated many aristocrats who wanted to enroll at that time, but according to the admission requirements, you did not meet the second admission requirements back then."

"That's true," William nodded, "I thought someone was joking me when I received the notice, but it was indeed true later on. The explanation there was that someone had issued a certificate for me, I guessed , that person must be a member of the royal family, but I have never known who it is... I think this is not what we are going to talk about."

"I'm sorry," Spencer Reed froze for a moment, and quickly apologized.

"...I don't mean to blame you, Officer Rhett," William said, smiling at Spence Rhett, shaking his head and continuing, "That's how it happened, what else do you think? Do you want to ask?"

"Do you know, there are some fragmented corpses in those dark rooms."

Derek Morgan said, his eyes fixed on William, as if he wanted to find something on his face.

"A fragmented corpse?"

William was taken aback for a moment. He originally thought that all the people in the group ran out. From this point of view, some people must have rushed out without coming, "I don't know about it."

"In this way, for such a long period of time, you haven't found a place with dismembered corpses. This is no ordinary luck."

Derek Morgan did not give up at all and continued to ask.

"Maybe my luck is just that good, isn't it?"

William said with a smile.

"I hope Mr. Stock will not hide the truth. After all, many lives are at stake."

Derek Morgan said with a serious face.

"I'm sorry, although I don't think it's good for me to say this at this time, but I still feel that I should say it," William said, "From the moment I went in there, I knew what it was like. , drug use, gambling and so on abound, this kind of people, they are not a pity to die."

"Although this is true, we also need to find out the truth," Derek Morgan said. "Although I hate such things, this is our job."

"In this case, I would like to advise you that this matter is not for ordinary people."

William clicked here and said this to Derek Morgan and Spencer Reid.

"Could it be..."

Derek Morgan suddenly understood what William hadn't explained. He thought for a moment and said to William, "If what you said is true, I'm afraid we have to apply to the superior for this case and transfer it to another group."

Speaking of this, Derek Morgan glanced at Officer Lestrade and Sherlock and said, "Can you please avoid it for a while, the next thing will not involve too many people."

In this regard, Officer Lestrade nodded without saying anything, but Sherlock said, "I know what you are going to say, and I think you will need my help."

Seeing what Sherlock said, Officer Lestrade, who hadn't gone far, said, "Sherlock is very powerful. Since he said that, he will definitely help you."

Seeing this, Derek Morgan thought for a moment before agreeing, then he winked at Spencer Reed, and saw Spencer Reed take out what looked like a mobile phone from his hand, and pressed the button up the red button.

"Okay, let's get started. Can you tell me more about the situation, Mr. Stock?" Derek Morgan sat down and asked.

"of course can."

William glanced at the suspected mobile phone object in Spencer Reed's hand, and said, "I didn't encounter any demons after I went in that day, many, many demons."

"demon?"

Derek Morgan was taken aback, but he quickly realized that he didn't intend to interrupt William's words. He nodded to William and continued, "Please continue."

"I suspect that someone deliberately led me over."

When William said this, he glanced at Sherlock, saw him leaning against the sofa, and smiled at him when he saw him, "Although I'm not sure."

"Why do you feel this way?" Derek Morgan asked his doubts, "And are you a superpower?"

"It is, but the British side should call it a wizard."

Seeing this, William explained, "I'm a professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"Hogwarts?"

Derek Morgan looked silently at Spencer Read.

"It is one of the four famous magic schools in the world. It is somewhere in London. The specific situation belongs to the third 's' level. I have no right to browse it." After Spencer Reed finished speaking, he looked at William and clicked nodded.

"Could it be that a wizard who has a grudge against you summoned a demon?"

Derek Morgan understood, and then watched William ask his question.

"It's simply not possible."

William shook his head. He looked at Derek Morgan and said confidently, "You know, according to my knowledge, the person who can summon so many demons is absolutely impossible to be a human being."

"Not human?"

Hearing this, Derek Morgan frowned even tighter, and even Spencer Reid silently pressed another button beside him, and in an instant, a person wearing a rose mask was projected onto the other side On the wall, he was wearing a black dress, sitting on the only golden chair in a room decorated with red and black, talking with a smile on his face.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen, I'm Mr. R."

What's happening here?

William froze for a moment, he looked at Derek Morgan and Spencer Reid suspiciously.

"This is the leader of the special case investigation team of the FBI. Although it's a bit strange, don't worry about it."

Seeing this, Derek Morgan explained.

"You are……"

Before William finished speaking, he saw the man named Mr. R put his pale finger on his lips and hissed.

"I hope you can keep it a secret from me."

Seeing this, William nodded.

"It's very much appreciated."

After Mr. R finished speaking, he raised one leg, looked at William and said, "Can you tell me what kind of demon it looks like? How many are there?"

"They are all low-level demons, but there will be one or two middle-level demons among them, and the number is probably more than five hundred."

As soon as William finished speaking, mr.r didn't answer, he just looked at William with his pale blue eyes, and there was a hint of joy in his tone, "Can you add a digression, if you want, I hope you can join The fbi, who was able to retreat from the attack of hundreds of demons without a little damage, over the years, including you, I have seen no more than three."

Speaking of this, Mr. R stared at William with pale blue eyes, and said, "As long as there is another person, it is only to deal with a hundred low-level demons."

After Mr. R said this, the other three people had a certain understanding of William's force value.

"Sorry, I guess, I'd rather be a professor than an fbi."

William shook his head in refusal.

"If that's the case, then I won't force it," mr.r said, looking at William and continued, "If it's because your force value is too high, and the demons want to get rid of it quickly, then why did they let go at the end? Don't they have any conspiracy?"

"I think, I know someone who must know about this."

Suddenly, Sherlock spoke.