Mary's Nineteenth Century

At the beginning of the thirteenth century, Fibonacci's "Book of Calculations" came out.

Among them, the problem about rabbit breeding is raised, so there is a sequence: 0, 1, 1,2,3,5,8, 13, 21,34,55,89, 144, [-], [-], [-], [-], [-], [-], [-]....Starting from the third item, each item is equal to the sum of the previous two items.

Until now in 1870, this number sequence has not been officially named, because in recent years, the mathematical community has just begun to carry out related mathematical research on this number sequence.

玛丽脱口而出的斐波那契数列,是她上辈子1877年由法国数学家卢卡斯研究斐波那契的数列时提出的正式命名,并且给出了「F(0)=0,F(1)=1，F(n)=F(n-1)+F(n-2)（n≥2,n∈N*）」的表达式。

Obviously, the progress of scientific research in two different time and space in the past life and the present life is not the same.

As far as she knows, there is no Lucas in France in this world, and so far no one has expressed the N term of the Fibonacci sequence in advance.

Because of this, the research on the Fibonacci sequence in the academic circle is not theoretical enough.

The golden spiral mentioned by Mycroft is the conclusion he got from studying Fibonacci's works in his spare time, and he can draw corresponding graphics on the coordinate axis.

However, he was lazy and never thought of writing a paper on it.Even with some theoretical discoveries, I never thought of making them public.

At this moment, the two of them unanimously determined the location and pattern of the Zaar monsters, pointing to a point on the map.

——That position is exactly a point on the golden spiral, approaching its center.

"This map is not accurate enough."

Mycroft signaled to wait a moment, and took a clear and comprehensive hand-painted map of New York from the bookshelf, so that he could pinpoint which building it was. "No. 6, Luoye Street, is an abandoned mill."

The deciduous street indicated on the map is not worthy of its name. There is no beautiful scenery of deciduous leaves to enjoy, but a slum full of garbage.

Mary thinks that the location of the Zarmon is very good, "Hiding a person in a place that is chaotic enough will not cause others to be alert. This is also the special treatment given to the instigator by the Zarmon."

The so-called special treatment starts with the haunting places of the Jars.

At present, people's research on the Fibonacci sequence is not deep enough, and scientific formulas have not been used to discuss the golden spiral in nature.

For example, the haunted place of the Zar-eared monster looks like a spiral of a snail shell. This should not be because she deliberately obeys the laws of mathematics, but because she accidentally approached the golden spiral due to her extreme aversion to snails.

Why does the ear monster hate snails so much, and choose the crime location according to the snail figure?

Perhaps it is thought that every time a crime is committed, the demon is killed, and killing the demon along the snail-shaped trajectory can eliminate the demon more.For the person who first instigated her to commit the crime, it was necessary to give him some special treatment.

This is just Mary's speculation.

Again, don't guess about mental illness.If you really want to guess exactly the same, you have to ask who has psychological problems.

Without further ado, go to No. 6 Fallen Leaf Street.

At exactly twelve noon, six people came to Luoye Street.In order not to attract attention, they all changed into worn clothes.Apart from Mary and Mycroft, there were also four skilled guards from the Bailey family.

It was very cold in snowy New York, and along the way, I met many poor people in poor clothes who were huddled on street corners.

In a slum in this weather, even if the houses are a little dilapidated, they can still be counted as a place to avoid the wind and snow.

The destination of this trip, No. 6 Luoye Street, was unoccupied.

Not because there is no roof to keep out the wind, but because it is very haunted there.

Haunted, very common reason to keep people away.

The reason is old, but it works.No one will approach the abandoned mill easily, because there have been strange sounds since two years ago.It was rumored that someone had approached, but either turned into a corpse, or disappeared completely.

"Two years ago?"

Mycroft heard that at this point in time, Chris had been domestically abused two years ago, but she was living in Paris at the time.

Mary: "This may have been Drew's stronghold."

Melissa's fiancé Drew Steven, if he's not doing weird experiments at home, he always has to find another suitable place.

No need to guess anymore, just go in and find out.

In view of the precise grasp of the jungle poison by the gargoyle, the six of them maintained a high level of vigilance.

Compared to sneaking in late at night, I chose to come at noon in the opposite way, in order to be able to see more clearly.

Searching in the dark, the outsiders obviously don't have the upper hand, so it's better to break through in one fell swoop.

The abandoned mill was empty, without any mechanical tools left, only a few pieces of broken furniture.

At first glance, there seems to be no trace of human life, but several footprints and traces of dragging heavy objects on the ground show that there is a dark room here.

Yes there is a basement.

Under the wooden table with the broken leg, a rectangular iron plate was found.The messy footprints ended here, and it should have lifted the iron plate and went underground.

"Mrs. Roman, it's better to leave two people with you to guard the entrance and exit."

Mary didn't want to have an accident where six people were locked in the basement together, "If there is a situation on the ground, we can deal with it in time."

"it is good."

Mycroft knew that dresses were hard to climb up and down.There's no need to fight at this time, maybe the Jars are not in the basement now, and it's hard to say who will encounter them first.

Without further ado, Mary opened the iron plate.

'Crack——'

It wasn't pitch black looking down.The stairs are made of iron, and there are three wall lamps on the wall, emitting a dim yellow light.

There was no sound from the ground, but there was a smell of earth.

"Go down."

Mary made a gesture, and she and the two guards entered one after another, their footsteps so light that they could not be heard.

Before coming here, I have already inquired about the history of this abandoned mill.

After the previous miller went bankrupt, no one inherited this piece of land, let alone renovating and reusing it, so it was abandoned.Because the laborers who used to work in the mill cannot be contacted in the short term, the structure of the basement here is temporarily unknown.

The wooden door at the end of the stairs was locked.

It seems that the jaar monster is not in the basement for the time being, and the lock can't stop Mary.With three or two clicks, the copper lock was opened.Candles were also lit in the house, but the scene inside made the three of them startled.

The basement is not big, only about twelve square meters.Along the walls are some small wooden boxes, a console, and a wooden chair.

In the center, there is a transparent glass barrel.It is about two meters high and one meter in diameter, with no cover on top.A rope dangled from the ceiling beam and fell directly above the glass barrel.

I saw that there was a man in the glass barrel.

The man was about 1.8 meters tall, with his hands raised above his head and bound by chains hanging down.

He was hung in a glass barrel without clothes, but his body could not be seen clearly because many snails were filled into the glass barrel.

All kinds of snails were densely packed, and they were about to submerge the man's body, leaving only the man's neck and head exposed.

The snail wriggled, or slowly crawled along the man's arm, or along the man's neck, or on the man's scalp.

Mary: Look, what an alternative snail bath!

Successfully reduced one food item from her diet and definitely stopped eating French snails in recent years.

"Woooo-"

The man's mouth was blocked by the sackcloth, he woke up belatedly, and whimpered desperately when he saw someone coming.Although unable to speak, the expression on his face was clearly asking for help.

How could you not ask for help.

The state of being covered with snails and unable to resist makes people extremely frightened and disgusting.

One of the guards of Bailey's house said with certainty, "This person is Drew Steven, Miss Melissa's fiancé, the one we are looking for."

"Very good." Mary didn't immediately untie Drew, now is a good time to extract a confession.

"Drew Steven, I have a few questions below. Only if I am satisfied will you leave this glass barrel full of snails. You, understand?"

If it was the past, it would be impossible for Drew to answer frankly, but he was tied up for three days, and now he has only one wish-to leave this ghostly place full of snails.

So Drew nodded vigorously.

Mary: "The Metropolitan Museum is planning a dinner, and you put the dead spider with a broken leg on the lampstand to scare Bernie?"

Drew nodded.

Mary: "At the end of September, a group of spiders flooded into Bernie's house, and you let them go."

Drew shook his head, no, he didn't.

Mary: "You didn't put a swarm of spiders on the window sill, so you mean that a swarm of spiders swarmed into Bernie's window sill, and it was an accident that drove her crazy that night."

Drew nodded. Seeing the disbelieving eyes of the three people opposite him, he could only hum.

He had a plan to scare Bernie crazy, but he was not responsible for the spider swarm that night.

Mary: "Hesse Steven, your uncle, is he related to Bernie's spider phobia?"

Drew nodded again.

Mary: "Kenan jumped off the building, did you use the pinhole imaging to create a ghost on the opposite side of him?"

Drew nodded, that's what he did too.

Mary: "Then it was Chrissy Sagan who brought you here? It's because you made her go down the evil path of piercing people's ears."

Drew could only nod his head, who would have thought that Chris would get out of control and tie him to the basement instead.

Hunting geese all day long, and finally being pecked by geese, this is what they deserve.

There were several accidents involving patients with abnormal mental states in New York. Apart from Benny being completely insane, Drew was indeed behind the scenes.

Mary sneered, "Let me guess why Chris brought you here. Did she say she was testing you? Let snails crawl all over your body to see if you will be invaded by demons."

Drew's eyes widened, how did this man know?

This place was originally his secret basement, and he was doing some experiments that could not be discovered by outsiders, such as how to grasp the distance of the small hole imaging that lured Kenan to jump off the building.

Chris, the lunatic, rebelled because she insisted that only one person can be the hero who can eliminate the demon.Although Drew led her in, he couldn't control her.Locking Drew in the basement requires a test before deciding what to do with him.

Mary didn't ask any more, the context of the incident was basically clear, and whether Drew had instigated more people, I needed to wait until I got out to ask.

Just as the three of them were about to unlock Drew's chains, there was movement at the basement entrance.

I only heard Mycroft say, "It seems like Chris is back."

Half a minute ago, there was a sneaky figure approaching at the gate of the mill.

The man originally wanted to step over the gate, but found something unusual inside, so he ran away.

As soon as the man ran, the two guards chased him out.

Mycroft stood at the basement entrance and did not follow.Two chasing one is enough, and he is wary of the possibility of making a fuss.

The next moment, a human head suddenly appeared by the window.

It's Kris.She smiled strangely, and took out a hunting needle blowpipe.There seemed to be a flash of silver light, and a long needle smeared with poison pierced straight into the house.

The broken house was empty.

The broken window is in a straight line with the entrance to the basement, the distance between the two is not far, and there is almost no shelter.These poisonous needles all stabbed towards Mycroft.

hide?

No, the angle is wrong.Hide under the wooden table at the entrance of the basement, there is still the possibility of being stabbed.

The next moment, only a 'bang' was heard.

In the blink of an eye, a black umbrella that he carried with him was stretched open.The special umbrella can block the sharp blade, and all the poisonous needles are blocked outside the umbrella.

not good!

Chris turned to run, but felt a pain in the back of her neck, which was stabbed by something.

While reaching out to pull it out, he turned his head in disbelief, and saw the second poisonous needle shot out from the tip of the black umbrella.

Who are these people!

How could he carry such a vicious needle organ umbrella with him?

Chris didn't have time to curse, she gritted her teeth and ran towards the entrance of the alley, but fell dizzy to the ground before running ten meters.

Dengdengdeng-

When Mary heard the movement above, two guards caught Drew, and she immediately ran up the stairs.

There was no one at the basement entrance, but footsteps sounded from the alley outside the broken window.

Mycroft walked over to the unconscious Chris.

He held the handle of the umbrella and patted Chrissy's neck with the tip of the umbrella. It was fine, but there was no response.He immediately gave another injection to make people faint more completely.

Then, Mycroft turned back while retracting the umbrella, and met the gaze by the broken window.

Mary smiled slowly, "Madame Roman, you really know the art of using an umbrella."

But it is art.How could ordinary people know how to use this kind of poisonous needle organ umbrella? Only secret agents would make a custom-made black umbrella.

Mycroft accepted the compliment without changing his face, "You are welcome, I am just learning from it. A while ago, I was sure that Andrews was stunned by the needle blowing monster, so I tried to modify the umbrella a little bit. See today Come on, it works well."

Mary: She will believe that?

Sure enough, someone's mouth is a deceiving ghost.