[Comprehensive British and American] Cthulhu Summons Master

"Mr. Holmes, I excuse my refusal."

Taking a step sideways to avoid his smile, she adjusted her face to keep Nina and the others in her field of vision, Don Nana replied.

"But if you can tell me how you came to the conclusion just now, maybe we can make a deal."

"trade?"

He prolonged the ending sound with great interest, followed her gaze and looked at the person waiting in the distance, his thin lips were drawn a little with a smile that must be won, and the brows were already full of understanding.

Watson on the side was too familiar with Sherlock's expression, he felt both a headache and a little uncontrollable excitement.

Sherlock has already seen through him, and he loves the feeling of never knowing the next second, and the never-ending adventure.

Unlike Watson, Donna was a little annoyed by Sherlock's overly insightful appearance. She felt that he was so smart, but his appetizing appearance made her want to hit him a million times.

"The reason why John and I came here is because I read the newspapers and news, and the Battle of Boston made me interested in the Cthulhu mythology."

Sherlock said, observing Donna's reaction carefully.

She tried to obtain information: "I heard that this is Innsmouth, where is it located?"

"A port city in Massachusetts, which was reduced to a dead city in 1927 because of a government investigation, has been rebuilt in the past ten years, but as you can see, it is still very backward "Fucking old business', not worried about being wiped out again."

Speaking of what he learned earlier, Sherlock still did not forget to make a sharp comment.

It seems that she is still in the lighthouse country, and Massachusetts is not too far away from New York. This realization made Donna feel a little relieved.

"Well, I see, so how do you know about me?"

She lowered her eyes for a moment and raised them again. Don Nana was sure that her information had never been made public. It was unbelievable that a big detective who had lived in London, England, could see her true identity just like this.

"In the photos released from the Boston incident, your height should be 1.6 meters and the error should not exceed [-] centimeters; a few strands of black long hair are exposed under the cloak, and the color is even and shiny, not like dyed hair; You are used to having your right heel slightly forward, with no obvious outer or inner heels; your body proportions and visible mandible development are more inclined to Asians; your clothes are not expensive, and you are more likely to be dressed in school students, but the watch on your left hand The workmanship is exquisite and the price is high. There is no logo, but there is a Stark Park mark on the right side... In addition, this is Innsmouth, a fishing village that has always believed in Cthulhu. Apparently religious people watching..."

He spoke out a long list of clues at a very fast speed, and when Donna was continuously receiving information shocks and unconsciously paying attention to the clues on her body based on his little analysis, Sherlock suddenly stopped.

"Why don't you say it? What are you trying to tell!"

Before Donna could get into trouble first, Watson couldn't take it anymore and urged Sherlock.

"So... you were probably brought here by Cthulhu. As a master of Cthulhu summoning, you can't escape. It must be that your summoning ability has been restricted. That's why you can't show me your summoning. One of the reasons for the ability, the second reason I guess is that you are afraid of summoning the one who brought you here. And you now want to seek the help of the two of us in exchange for your plan to escape and then satisfy my curiosity ,am I right?"

Finally finished speaking, Sherlock straightened up and stared at Don Nana who was silent with a half-smile.

In the end, she sighed, and her tone softened: "That's right, Mr. Detective Holmes, you really live up to your reputation."

Don Nana didn't expect the two of them to escape with her, but as long as they could spread the news, she believed that the Fulian would arrive soon.

"Let me add that John and I don't have mobile phones with us now, just like you."

Stretching out a finger, Sherlock guessed what Donna was thinking and said.

Watson nodded aside: "When we were suspected of being criminals, those residents confiscated all our luggage and our mobile phones."

"It's okay, I've thought of this possibility. You solve the case first, then leave here immediately, contact someone for me and tell him I'm here, that's all."

Thinking that she could afford to wait for four hours, Don Nana said.

"Contact Iron Man?"

Blinking his eyes, Sherlock quickly opened and closed his mouth and asked.

"Yes, if I can't get through, I will give you an alternative."

Worried about whether Tony's AI communication protection will intercept strange calls, Donna plans to use Peter's mobile phone as an insurance option.

Peter must have noticed that she was missing, and probably rushed to get Tony's help.

"Are you going to come with us?"

Noticing that Donna had no intention of leaving, Watson asked, who was still thinking about the four-hour time limit and wanted to urge Sherlock to solve the case.

"Of course!"

Watching the big detective solve the case on the spot, it's great to think about it!

Besides... Don Nana glanced at the five pairs of eyes that were still staring at her. Those people didn't restrict her much as long as she didn't run around.

She still can't connect to any other old gods through coins. It goes without saying that it must be Cthulhu's ghost, but is this a spell, or is there some kind of object that can block the connection, or is it called Yin Yin? There is some kind of mysterious power in the town of Smallsmouth itself, and Donna doesn't know it.

Following Sherlock and Watson came to the murder scene where Old Hansen was killed, which was also the hotel where they stayed last night.

Those residents who were originally in the central square all returned here, watching their every move with slightly hostile eyes. Among them, the strong man who spoke before warned Sherlock not to be smart and try to escape.

Sherlock seemed too lazy to respond to this. He strode into the hotel with long legs, and Donna, who followed him, frowned unconsciously because the environment inside was worse than the outside.

The outside is a dilapidated look that has not been repaired for a long time, and the words on the signboard of the hotel are crooked and hand-brushed. I thought it would be better inside, but I didn't expect that there was an indescribable musty smell. The fireplace was covered with a layer of ash, and the wooden floor hadn't been cleaned for an unknown amount of time, and every step on it felt sticky.

"I had the same expression as you when I came yesterday. It is said that it is the best hotel here. We didn't have a choice last night, but the room will be slightly better than the lobby on the first floor."

"Better? Do you mean those bed sheets and duvet covers that have been washed and the fabric has become brittle?"

Sherlock obviously disagreed with Watson's statement, because he disliked the spare scarf he had brought yesterday and spent the night lying down with his clothes on.

"At least it's white, and there are no other weird colors or mildew spots. Please come here because you were the one who clamored to come here. I objected!"

Not to be outdone, Watson emphasized.

"You're right, I'm coming."

I thought Sherlock would continue to refute, but to Donna's surprise, he admitted it, shrugged his shoulders and walked to the bar, where Old Hansen's body was still lying face down on the table, with the back of his head There was a piece of hair clotted together with blood.

"They left his body here... until now?"

Noticing that there were dead bodies in the room made Donana feel a little uncomfortable.

What she understood was that the residents found out about Old Hansen's death and immediately arrested Sherlock and the two of them, but Donna thought that someone would carry away Old Hansen's body at the same time, and she would not let him continue lying like this no matter what. Is it on the table...?

"The residents here can't understand it with ordinary thinking, and this is a good thing for us. The information that the dead can provide is usually more reliable than the living."

"Because they can no longer lie, every detail of their body is ironclad."

Watson finished the second half of the sentence for Sherlock, and the two looked at each other in a tacit understanding. Then Watson took out two rubber gloves from his pocket, put them on, and stepped forward consciously to examine the corpse.

"Uh, I'm a doctor. The gloves are because last night I was afraid that the room would be too dirty and I didn't want to touch them with my hands. I took some gloves from my luggage and stuffed them in my pocket."

With a friendly smile, Watson kindly explained to Don Nana who was a little out of step.

"Blunt trauma?"

Pressing Watson's gloved hand to move the back of the deceased's head, Sherlock pondered for a moment: "And it's a stick-shaped object with uniform thickness up and down, with some edges and corners but not sharp and neat... like... split firewood?"

"There's a lot of firewood leaning against the fire!"

Don Nana who heard the firewood immediately started to search said, she trotted to the fireplace and took a closer look.

"But the firewood here is not stained with blood, it is very clean."

"The murderer is naturally not that stupid. After beating him, he put it back. Has the firewood in the fireplace been burned?"

Sherlock said and walked towards the fireplace.

"It's burnt out."

Donna almost poked her head into the fireplace to have a look, then Sherlock took the iron tongs on the side and rummaged in the fireplace a few times, then looked at the firewood on the side.

"wrong."

Sherlock said something, and walked towards the corpse again, this time the steps were very hurried, as if he had thought of something.

Wherever he looks, every picture is captured by his camera-like brain as a photo memory, and every clue in it is automatically sorted out, analyzed and finally concluded in his mind.

"Smart...really smart."

His fingertips touched to form a triangle under his chin, and he muttered to himself.

"But it's not enough...John! Take off his clothes!"

"Huh?" Watson frowned.

"Stop talking nonsense, immediately, immediately!"