Mary's Nineteenth Century

Keeping black accounts, of course, this kind of thing must be perfectly hidden.

Mycroft changed the subject quite naturally, and asked the freckled shopkeeper about the black grit in the watch cracks.

"As far as you know, where has black sand appeared in or near the small town of Salem? The particles are similar to the sand on the beach, but the color is completely different, one yellow and one black."

The freckled shopkeeper sold the pocket watch with the cracked dial, and also carefully observed the gravel stuck in the crack.

"It's kind of weird that the black sand isn't from the small town of Salem. I think the most common ones might be pots from someone's family with sand and stones brought in from nowhere."

A pocket watch worn by intelligence officers.

Before the man lost track, sent a "Salem, weapons, danger" message, could his last trace be someone's flower pot?

Assuming such a possibility, how did the pocket watch appear on the beach.

The next moment, the owner of the freckled shop deliberately glanced at the floor-to-ceiling windows.

It was getting dark, and a gibbous moon appeared in the sky.The thin clouds and moonlight tonight make this winter night even more chilly.

"About the black sand, there is actually an ancient legend in the small town of Salem."

The shopkeeper said hesitantly, "I don't know its authenticity, so I don't suggest you take it as a reliable basis, but you might as well listen to it."

200 years ago, the witch hunt was extremely cruel.

More than 200 people were arrested in the small town of Salem, and there was a sudden panic.

Looking back many years later, how can there be so many witches who deal with the devil in the world, they are all human beings' means to eliminate dissidents.

"However, there are exceptions to everything. To borrow a saying from the Tsarist Turgenev, 'The human mind is a dark forest', and no one can accurately calculate all the species in the forest."

The shopkeeper pointed to the gibbous moon outside the window, and talked about a strange rumor that has been circulating for more than 200 years. "Back then, being convicted of being a 'witch' was punishable by death.One of them, H, begged the jury bitterly after she became pregnant, crying and saying that she had nothing to do with evil witchcraft. "

The result of H's trial has not changed because of her pleading.The jury ruled that H is a witch, and what she conceived was not a human being, but a monster combined with evil forces.

The execution came as scheduled, and the condemned witch was burned to death by burning.

"It was a full moon night in winter, when the execution fire was lit, H cursed the moon from the rack.

If there is a devil in the world, she is willing to sacrifice her soul and curse those sinners who framed her to be torn to pieces by the monster.As long as the foolish people who help the evildoers go to sea, they will die in the ocean storm. "

Does anyone take the curse seriously?

Legend has it that there is no relevant record, but a strange thing happened two years later.

"In the 17th century, the celebration of Christmas was once forbidden. The night of December 12 happened to coincide with the full moon, but the moon that day was very strange. It was blood red.

That night, four men in the small town went mad, and it was the four men who tried and testified that H was a witch.It is said that they were illuminated by the red demon moon, and suddenly revealed the real reason for murdering H.Because H, who is very beautiful, rejected the marriage proposal of those people, the men conspired to destroy her. "

The crazy four ran to the street, shouting the truth while running wildly.

The other residents of the small town were alarmed. Some people just wanted to go out to have a better look, but encountered even weirder things.

The bright red moonlight shines on the muddy streets.

At some point on the triangular roof stood a terrifying monster, like a legendary werewolf who took pleasure in eating people, and it was covered with weird long hair.

The werewolf jumped off the roof and blocked the way of the four men.The fighting power was not directly proportional, and within three to four minutes, four people were bitten into pieces.

The terrifying monster hunting scene actually coincided with H's curse before his death.

No one dared to go out again.

It wasn't until dawn the next day that people confirmed that there were no more monster footsteps on the street, and then they went to the street to see a lot of corpses.

"That was the afternoon of the same day, the fishing boat that was supposed to return according to the planned time did not return. When people thought of the cursed storm at sea, they became even more flustered, and finally waited for the fishing boat to return three days later."

The owner of the freckle shop sighed, "Eleven people went to sea, and only two survived. The survivors said that they encountered strange things. They encountered a storm and took shelter on a small island. The beach on that island was black. The remaining nine died on the island."

Survivors could not say how the nine died because they were in a very unstable mental state.

It is said that the small black sand island is only half a day’s flight away from the small town of Salem, but fishermen who go to sea all year round have never seen such an island in the nearby waters.

Many doubted the survivors' accounts, believing they were hallucinating.As rumors have passed for 200 years, no one has seen the small island of black sand.

The shopkeeper spread his hands, "That's another possible source of black sand, but as far as I know, the so-called H, blood moon, crazy four men and monster surprise attack, etc., should all be is fabricated.

Although 200 years have passed, there is no trace of what actually happened in the town.There are many descendants of the first English immigrants living here, and no family has passed on the relevant facts. "

So how did the absurd legend spread?

No one can tell the exact source, but the owner of the freckle shop heard the story from his grandfather.

For the moment, Mycroft could not be certain of the veracity of the queer legend.

The truth is often distorted in the rumors. Whether the black sand island exists and whether the intelligence personnel have disappeared somewhere needs further verification.

Inside the store, an old story made the atmosphere slightly depressing.

The shop owner was about to say something to calm down, but he heard a bang bang sound coming from the backyard of the second-hand shop.

This movement, as if something is demolishing the house.

"not good!"

The freckle shop owner slapped his head, "The turkey I just bought escaped from prison!"

what?

It was rare for Mycroft and Mary to be stunned at the same time, but they both reacted immediately.

One of the standard Christmas items is a turkey dinner, and the owner probably raised a live turkey in the backyard.

All I could hear was the continuous sound of ping, bell, bang, and bang.

The owner of the freckle shop threw down an apology, and rushed out of the shop in a hurry.

"Do you need help?"

Mary hadn't seen the escaped turkey before, so she followed out out of curiosity, wanting to see the hero's posture.

Sometimes, one decision can change a person's destiny.

This sentence may be a bit exaggerated, but when it comes to watching the jailbroken turkey, it becomes extraordinarily reasonable.

Turkey, a large chicken.

It can fly, it can peck people, and its combat effectiveness is extraordinary.

This jailbroken turkey is bigger and more agile than its Christmas-plate counterparts.

At this moment, I didn't fly to the countryside to find freedom, and I don't know if I had the idea that it was not my chicken that should be pecked. This was a human-chicken war on the street.

It was not the freckle shop owner who bought it that was chased and bitten by the turkey, but Mary who came out to watch.

Mary also didn't know why Su Weiping suddenly pulled down the hatred value of the turkey, and a human-chicken blitzkrieg in the dark was about to come.

Through the moonlight and street lamps, one can clearly see the turkey flapping its wings vigorously, stretching out its neck and using its beak as a sharp weapon to attack people.

Mycroft took advantage of the favorable terrain, and through a floor-to-ceiling window, watched the overly lively trapeze.The battle was very intense, but unfortunately it didn't last long enough, and it was over in just 7 minutes.

The turkey unfortunately failed and was captured.

It left a lot of chicken feathers, proving that it just fought hard.

On the other hand, the winners are not much better off.

Mary looked at her situation, and her clothes were covered with chicken feathers, mud stains, and even chicken droppings.

When the giant fat turkey used a series of invisible chicken feet, the chicken manure that was originally stuck on the chicken feet was patted on her clothes.

The Human Chicken Battlefield is only six meters away from the second-hand shop.

Mycroft saw someone's predicament in full view.

He is professionally trained, and he generally doesn't laugh at will unless he can't help it.

'cough--'

Mycroft hid the corners of his upturned mouth under the guise of a cough.

But his eyes fell on Mr. Minton's head, and he saw a turkey feather just stuck in the woolen hat.When the wind blows, the feathers shake, but they are not blown away.

Must say: Jailbreak Turkey, well done!

Mycroft silently supported the turkey.

It is a pity that the force of the two sides is very different, so that the heroic turkey can only be caught with nothing in the end.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

The owner of the freckle shop held his subdued turkey tightly and kept apologizing. "Mr. Minton, please let me lock this guy up first, and then I will come to make amends."

Mary waved her hand, she was always reasonable, and she almost never vented her anger.It was my curiosity that caused the trouble, so I will not blame the store for no reason.

"No need, this is the turkey's mistake, you just need to keep it in jail. It's better to kill it as soon as possible, that would be a permanent solution. I'll go first."

With the stains all over his body, it is inconvenient to continue wandering outside.

It's better to go back to the hotel first, and then study how to continue the investigation after dinner.

Mary turned around and waved in the direction of the second-hand store, indicating that someone who was watching the fire behind the glass window could go out.

The next moment, Mycroft pushed open the door, with a concerned look on his face, and walked forward even faster.

He seemed to look up and down with great concern, "God bless! Mr. Minton, are you not injured? We all know that big white geese, turkeys and other birds are not low in fighting power. If you are pecked, please be sure to say come out."

How about saying it?

Can someone help me apply the ointment?

Mary smiled calmly, "Thank you for your concern, I'm fine. Go back to the hotel, there are still a lot of serious things to do tonight."

For example, analyzing the composition of the owl's food pills, such as the cemetery where the owl was found by night inspection.If you want to find the lost Crystal Skull, these things can't be delayed.

"You have worked hard."

Mycroft seemed to be speaking sincerely, and when the carriage arrived, he stopped looking at the people around him.

what?

Remind Mr. Minton that there are feathers dangling in his hat, no, there is no need for that.Anyway, Mington was already in a mess, so let that stupid hair stand on end for a while.

07: 30.

The two returned to the broom hotel.

Kind of luckily at dinner time, most people are in the restaurant.

At the moment, only the front desk clerk sees what the winner of the turkey fight pays.

Mary hurried back to her room, locked the door and rushed into the bathroom.

The mirror clearly reflected her embarrassment, very nice, with a turkey feather dangling on top of her head as if occupying a high ground.

It's no big deal, who hasn't been embarrassed a few times, and the appearance of being embarrassed is not a problem.

Mary kept smiling and rolled up her sleeves. There were a few red spots on her arms, and there might be bruises in a while.

Compared with dirty clothes, these are the things she doesn't want to see. The fighting power of that big turkey is really superb.

Having said that, the owner of the second-hand store said that he wanted to make amends, and that he should be asked to share some turkey just now, that is the best way of revenge.

'Knock knock—'

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

I only heard a word from outside the door, "Mr. Minton, maybe you need some wound medicine?"

Aha!

This is a bit unexpected.I didn't expect that someone would come to give the ointment as a gift, and those words of concern were not just words.

Mary buttoned her sleeves again and opened the door with a smile on her face.

"Mrs. Roman, you are so considerate. But don't worry, as I said before, I'm fine."

"really?"

Mycroft made no secret of the "I don't believe it" in the second half of the sentence, and directly stuffed the small jar of ointment into the opponent's hand, "Then please be prepared."

For a moment, the atmosphere at the door was weird.

Mary: Wait a minute, what does it mean to keep her safe?Is she going to fight big birds of prey again?

Mycroft: If it wasn't for temporary cooperation, he didn't want to lose a useful labor force, so how could he send the ointment with significant curative effect.This person still doesn't want to accept it!

The two looked at each other face to face.

The next moment, a commotion was heard from the street outside the hotel.

"God! There are ghosts with flying heads in the sky!"

"Bang-"

"Ah, ah, ah! The crystal skull fell from the sky!"