Mary's Nineteenth Century

The masked man carried the slender girl on his right shoulder, and held a kerosene lamp in his left hand.

He stood still in front of the door, put the girl on the steps, and was about to get the key in his pocket to unlock the door.

A door apart.

Mary and Watson hid behind the door, keeping their breathing steady, staring at the door with full attention, not even moving their hair.

The wind blows the woods, and everything is business as usual.

At this time, there was a sudden 'boom' in the room.The candlestick hanging on the wall suddenly dropped a piece of the remaining candle somehow, and it hit the ground with a muffled sound.

Watson held the stick tightly and looked sideways at the wall.

Oh, God!The windows are all closed, and there is no strong wind in the house. How could the candle suddenly fall?This obviously aroused the vigilance of the murderer, making people wonder if there was anything unusual in the house.

Immediately afterwards, the movement of people outside the house to pick up the keys stopped.

Inside and outside the door, suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

The next moment, there was another rustling in the house.

"Zhi Zhi", "Zhi Zhi", "呲...", it was like two mice chasing and fighting, and there was the sound of mice fleeing from the corner of the gate.

It was dark inside.

The moonlight shone through the stained glass of the windows, obscuring the interior.

Watson turned his head dumbfounded.There is no rat fighting, it is clear that another big living person on the right side of the gate is playing onomatopoeia.

This imitation is so exquisite that it can make people hear that two different mice are calling.If it's not that the place and time are wrong, I'm really curious to ask if male and female mice have different calls.

Mary's expression was indifferent, as if the person who imitated the rat's cry so vividly was not her at all.If you have to think about something, the onomatopoeia after the throat is injured is closer to the sound made by the mouse.She changed her position slightly, waiting for the reaction outside the room.

There was a second of silence outside the room, and then the man said viciously: "Dirty rats, how dare you come here to make holes! I will peel your skins and present them to Apophis."

After the voice fell, the key opened the door lock, and the door was pushed open from the outside to the inside.

The masked man entered with a lantern and rushed straight to the place where the mouse sound had just been made.Just as he took a step with his left foot, he was about to step down with his right foot when he suddenly felt the wind behind him.

No, someone sneaked up!

The masked man turned around and threw the lantern towards his back suddenly, thinking that he could hit the attacker in the face, when suddenly his left leg felt a sharp pain.

"Oh--"

The masked man couldn't help but let out a low cry.

Subconsciously lowering his eyes, he saw that his leg had been cut with an axe, causing blood to flow wildly.Before he could think about it, another wooden club was swung from the right side and hit him in the stomach.

Within two seconds, two serious injuries.

The masked man was caught off guard, so he could only bow his body and stagger forward.He wanted to touch the gun on his waist, but because he was half a beat too late, the second sap had already hit him.

Watson was tired and hungry, but he swung the club hard.You must fight with all your strength, if you can't subdue the murderer, you will die yourself.

Mary held the ax in one hand, and took the opportunity to snare the hemp rope around the ankles of the murderer's feet with the other hand, and then retracted the rope.

'Bang! '

I saw the masked murderer kneeling on his knees.

Watson immediately tied his hands behind his back with a thick rope.Soon, less than 1 minute before and after, the fierce fighting was over.

No matter how hard he could restrain his extreme fatigue, he sat directly on the ground next to the gate, panting and looking at the masked murderer.

"who are you?!"

The masked man's legs, waist and abdomen were seriously injured and he knelt on the ground, struggling to turn his head to see what happened.

The kerosene lamp was smashed, and only the cold light of the full moon slanted into the open door.

The masked man first saw Watson, wondering who rescued the man he had kidnapped, and then looked up and saw Mary.

It's the familiar clothes and the familiar figure, but it has completely different eyes.

"you you……"

The masked man was dumbfounded, and then seemed to have thought of something, and shouted in panic, "No! Wrong! Wrong! Apophis, I was wrong..."

The shouting stopped abruptly.

The masked man's pupils dilated suddenly, his seven orifices bled, and he fell to the ground.

The change came too fast.

Mary didn't expect the burly murderer to fall down as soon as he said it.He stepped forward quickly, pulled off the murderer's mask, untied his collar, and quickly checked.

I saw dark red blood scrambling to flow out of the murderer's mouth and nose, and then touched his carotid artery and nose, but there was no vital sign response.

Watson was also so startled that he jumped up and searched for the assailant's belongings, wanting to see if he had any emergency medicine with him.

But no regular medicine was found, only a glass bottle with a little bit of ether smell left, presumably it was a criminal item used to stun the victim.

In the middle of the night, in a strange and deserted forest, it was impossible to find emergency medicine within a few minutes.

Not to mention that the current medical treatment methods are very limited, and even sending people to the hospital is useless.

On the ground, the murderer opened his eyes wide in horror, his body gradually became cold irreversibly until it became rigid.

The night wind blows.

Mary was expressionless, but Watson felt the chill of the April morning.

Not long ago, he was still struggling with how to escape from danger, and the reversal of life and death was sometimes too fast to be unpredictable.There was no time to rescue them, and the murderer died.

A moment of silence.

Watson murmured, "Did I not blow his head?"

Although he wanted to get out of being tied up, he didn't want to kill, but wanted to capture the criminal alive and bring him to court for trial.

"No, you didn't. You swung three sticks in total. The first time was on the stomach, the second and third times were on the left and right shoulders respectively. I cut an axe and wounded the criminal's leg."

Mary didn't mock Watson's trance. He was just a boy of seventeen or eighteen, not a battle-tested soldier.

At the moment, Mary spoke firmly, "Mr. Watson, you can check the criminal's head, neck, spine, etc. I'm sure there are no new traumas. His death symptom should be a cerebral hemorrhage, because he didn't pay attention to it in the early stage. Sudden death."

Watson was a little skeptical, can there be no accidents in the chaos of fierce fighting?

He immediately checked the murderer's body, and sure enough, only four traumas were added, and none of them was fatal.

Although the specific cause of the murderer's sudden death cannot be determined 100%, it has nothing to do with the surprise attack of the two.

"Mr. Minton, you are quite right."

Watson breathed a sigh of relief, calmed down, and gave a new piece of news.

"Seeing the criminal's face, I have some impressions. I saw him in the church near the school half a year ago. I can't remember his name. At that time, he claimed to be a traveling pastor. I had a few words with him. , the content is very common and I can’t remember clearly, it probably means that God loves the world.”

The murderer's occupation is a priest?

Mary shook her head, the original owner had too little memory left.

In addition to the general background information of the time, when the details of the family members' names and appearances, home addresses, and the location of the dance party before death, etc. are all vague, it is even more impossible to remember the pastor who may have only met once.

Even if the assailant appears to be a priest by profession, this guy can never be a devout believer of God.

Not only because of his kidnapping and murder, but also because of the "Apophis" he called to sacrifice before he died-that is the evil god of ancient Egypt, representing darkness and destruction.

"Go and see what's going on outside."

Mary looked through the assailant's belongings, but did not find any written records related to the crime information.There are only five things, a glass bottle of ether, a gun, a pocket knife, a pocket watch, and a purse full of gold coins.

At the door, on the steps was a girl lying on her side.

The girl was thirteen or fourteen years old, her face was pale, and her clothes were obviously expensive.

She has woken up from a coma, her mouth was gagged with sackcloth, and her limbs were bound.Frightened, he forgot to struggle, and looked motionlessly at the house where the noise was coming from.

Mary knelt down beside the girl and said slowly, "He's dead. The man who tied you up is dead and can't do you any more harm. Now, allow me to cut the rope that binds you with a knife." Please don't move, lest the tip of the knife hurt you, do you agree?"

Under the moonlight, Mary had a strange bloody rune on her face, and her voice was hoarse and not pleasant.

On the steps, the girl looked into the gray-blue eyes of the person in front of her, but she seemed to feel surrounded by a peaceful and powerful force.The panic gradually dissipated, she loosened her tightly clenched hands, and nodded slowly.

In two or three strokes, Mary cut off the knotted hemp rope, tore off the sackcloth from the girl's mouth, and helped her sit on the steps.

"I am M. Minton, and the gentleman inspecting the carriage is John Watson. We are also victims of being bound here. What is the name of the lady? Do you remember how you were bound?"

"Georgianna Darcy."

The girl announced her name, and trembled uncontrollably at the thought of being tied up. "I don't know why I fell into a coma. The last consciousness was tea time. I went to the small hotel with the maid, guard, and coachman to rest."

"Go to the hotel for a rest?"

Mary guided Georgiana to explain as clearly as possible, "Where did you plan to go? Did you go to London to find your family?"

Georgiana nodded, "Yes, go to my brother."

"I speculate that you didn't choose a deserted path. According to the plan, you should be able to arrive in London at night."

Mary didn't think Georgiana would spend the night in an inn, "But there was an accident on the way, and the carriage broke down, right?"

"You guessed it right. The two horses pulling the cart suddenly couldn't move, so we had to go to the small hotel to rest and find a way."

Georgiana didn't know what disease the horse had. "The coachman said he wanted to borrow two horses. I asked for a quiet room in the hotel and had some afternoon tea. Then..."

Then, she lost consciousness.After waking up once in the middle, I found myself kidnapped by a masked strong man.After struggling unsuccessfully, she was knocked out again, until the sound of fighting woke her up.

Thinking of this, fear and fear swept over.

Georgiana couldn't control it, and tears welled up in her eyes silently.

Mary didn't say don't cry, because the kidnapped victim needs to vent her emotions properly, but she didn't make Georgiana cry so much that she couldn't control herself, and everything was too much.

"Miss Georgiana, as embarrassing as the truth may be, I have to warn you. Apart from any handkerchiefs you may have with you, there is no clean water or wipes here, only the towels that the criminals use to wipe their feet or their hands, I don't know. .”

So don't cry too much.

Otherwise, how to clean your face will become a problem.

"belch--"

Georgiana was crying sadly, but when she heard this, she couldn't help imagining the scene where the snot on her face was hard to clear, which made her cry stuck.

"My God! Mr. Minton is being polite and telling the truth again."

After checking the carriage, Watson turned around and found that the atmosphere had fallen into an eerie silence.

"Both, there is nothing else in the car, but this is found."

Watson held up a bag of buckwheat bread to ease the embarrassment, "It looks like newly bought bread, and it comes from the same store as the one I ate a few days ago. I have to say that it is hard to eat, but it can save us from being dizzy and dizzy from starvation." The embarrassment of not having the strength to leave the woods.”

"Very good, the food is in place. It will be dawn in about two and a half hours. Then we will find a nearby water source and boil the water before drinking."

Mary skipped the topic of tears and towels as if nothing had happened, "You might as well go to the house to sit and rest temporarily, and wait until dawn to go on a long journey to get busy."

Of course you need to rest.

Watson was exhausted and decided to wait until the road to ask questions about the murder, but the murderer was still dead in the house.

Just as Georgiana stood up with the help of the outer wall, she met the dead eyes of the male corpse out of the corner of her eye, and took a few steps back in an instant.

Seeing this, Mary went to the bedroom to get the bed sheet and quilt cover, and asked Watson to help him wrap the murderer's body tightly, tied it tightly with hemp rope and placed it beside the gate.

"Okay, out of sight is out of mind."

Mary looked at Georgiana, "It's true that the house is not a good place to rest, but it's better than blowing the cold wind outside and causing possible colds. What do you think?"

The words make sense, but living with corpses is challenging people's psychological endurance.

Georgiana glanced at the carriage.The carriage was rough and uncomfortable, she didn't dare to stay outside the house alone, but how could she let the two more tired people accommodate her.

Taking a deep breath, he still entered the room without saying a word of complaint.Now she should be grateful, the murderer died and she was saved, how could she not be thankful for it.

At the moment, I can barely make up three seats.

A desk chair, a dining table chair, and a kitchen chair are just enough for three people to sit around the dining table.

Watson leaned back in the chair, suddenly relaxed, but found that he couldn't close his eyes and fall asleep all of a sudden.

Georgiana endured the discomfort and sat down, her body was stiff, she could not help biting her lip, not daring to look at the wrapped corpse by the door.

"Look at the lingering fears of your hearts, why don't you do something pleasant."

As Mary spoke, she picked up the large bag of gold coins on the ground, and poured them all onto the wooden table. "There is an old saying in the East, the so-called four irons in life. We went through the window together, carried the gun together, shared the spoils together, and the forehead together.... The last one is fine. The three of us know that three are enough."

"Two, the murderer has caused varying degrees of harm to us, and it is reasonable to ask him to pay for the wound medicine. Be honest, who doesn't like the feeling of getting a sum of money. Even if you think gold coins are tacky, you can use them to buy flowers and books Good stuff to wait for."

Mary glanced at the gold coins on the table, and immediately reported a series of numbers. "There are a total of 410 three gold coins. Those who see them will share equally, and each person will get 137 pounds in compensation. Don't say give me all, I will never agree. Then there are two more gold coins, what do you think should be done?"

Watson & Georgiana: Huh?

Why do you suddenly fast forward to the distribution of spoils, no, you have received compensation?What should I say, is this ability to calculate the exact number of gold coins at a glance serious?

The atmosphere is a little quieter.

Mary looked as usual, and continued solemnly, "I propose, Miss Georgiana, that the extra two gold coins belong to you. Don't refuse, you sit here strong and brave, proving that justice will eventually defeat evil and deserves to be praised.

This money can be regarded as earned by ability, and it can be collected with peace of mind.If you are not sure whether to accept the compensation, you can keep it temporarily and ask your brother for advice later.Mr. Watson, you have no doubts, do you? "

Watson was dumbfounded. He was so shocked by this sensible arrangement that he even forgot to refuse.

Oh, God!How Mr. Minton said this in front of the ladies is simply too, too, too...Oh no, no adjectives at all.

Georgiana froze again, completely forgetting that there was still a dead body in the room.

At the moment, I can only think about one thing, what kind of reaction does brother Darcy have to her so-called earning money by skill?

Inside, it was even quieter.

Watson wanted to say something to ease the atmosphere, but he didn't know where to start.

Suddenly, he noticed that Georgiana's expression had changed.The panic and uneasiness that the girl had felt because of the corpse disappeared, and instead she was lost in thought.

Wow!

Watson suddenly realized, and his eyes were full of approval, "Mr. Minton, I blamed you wrongly. As expected of you, you are as smart as you, and you can easily divert the panic from the terrified lady."

Mary just smiled back.

The candle flickered, flickering and flickering.It's hard to tell whether this smiling face covered in bloody charms is gentle or weird.