[comprehensive] fake magician

When I woke up, the dim sunlight lit up the small hotel room through the curtains. Except for a burning candle, everything here was the same as last night.

Kevin touched the printed wallpaper with the golden iris emblem, the rough texture clearly stimulated his tactile nerve endings.If this is a dream, it is too real.

The waiter who came to deliver breakfast handed over a letter. Kevin opened it and saw that there was only a short sentence on the letter paper, "If you cherish life or have reason, stay away from the swamp!" Except for the last word, this sentence is complete. It was spelled with printed characters, and it was obvious that the other party did not want to reveal their handwriting.

Kevin looked back at the envelope. The letter was sent out yesterday evening, when he had just checked into the hotel.The hotel was chosen by him at random, that is to say, he was followed as soon as he left the train station, or earlier.

At this time, Kevin noticed a faint smell on the envelope. He took out the letter paper and sniffed it again. It also had the same smell, but most of it was covered by the smell of printed characters.He put the letter in his pocket and asked Holmes face to face when he was going to visit Holmes.

Before Dr. Mortimer came, Kevin made a trip to Scotland Yard to briefly describe what had happened to him yesterday.The police detective who took the record was not slack at first, and only after learning the identity of the reporter as a quasi-sir, he was a little respectful and promised to report the situation to Sheriff Lestrade.

When we got back to the hotel, Dr. Mortimer had been waiting in the room for a while.Kevin decided to stay in the hotel until he went to Baker Street, and then go directly by carriage when the time was almost up.

"Ding ding ding..." Kevin rang the old-fashioned doorbell at 221B Baker Street for the first time. He recalled that when he went to London with Stark, he wanted to visit the Sherlock Holmes Museum in 221B, but at that time Stark happened to I called from the end of the meeting, so I didn't make it, leaving regrets in vain.Now he can finally walk into the holy place in the hearts of Sherlock Holmes fans in person!

It was Mrs. Hudson in a black dress who opened the door. She led Kevin and Dr. Mortimer to the second floor. Watson was already waiting at the door, "Come in, Dr. Mortimer, why didn't you bring that With a cute poodle?"

"Don't let Randy disturb Mr. Holmes' rest." Doctor Mortimer waved his hand.

"By the way, Sir Henry, the test results of those powders came out, and they should come from the wings of some kind of butterfly or moth," Watson said with a smile.

"Oh", Kevin nodded. He didn't expect that in this era, there are people who specialize in collecting butterfly wings to make biochemical weapons.He suddenly remembered the weird letter, and immediately took it out of his pocket and handed it to Watson, "I received this this morning. It has a faint fragrance on it. Can you identify what it is?"

Watson immediately took the envelope and sniffed it carefully, "I can't smell it at all."

"Doctor Watson, could it be that you were infected by Mr. Holmes?" Dr. Mortimer adjusted his glasses. In fact, he didn't smell it, but he attributed it to a bump on his nose not long ago. The scent dissipates soon after opening.

"No, my precautions are very good." Watson smiled awkwardly. Only he knew that Holmes was not sick at all.

"By the way, can I go and see Detective Holmes?" Kevin turned his head to look at Watson.

"Uh...of course, but you have to stay away from him," Watson explained with a smile. "He is very sick, and it will not be good to infect you."

Kevin walked into Holmes' bedroom, which had obviously been tidied up, but it was still a bit difficult to get his feet on.Holmes was tightly wrapped in the quilt, lying on the bed with his back facing him, only the back of his dark head was exposed, coughing unceasingly.

Kevin left the room without speaking. It seemed that Holmes was indeed seriously ill.

Hearing the sound of footsteps leaving, Stark turned his head, glanced at the closed bedroom door with sly eyes, and showed a smug smile. He will not solve the case, especially the case of Sir Henry sounds terrible Yes, the magic dog of the Baskervilles, it's creepy to think about it.

"Sir Henry, if you don't mind, I can accompany you back to Baskerville Manor. I am really worried about your safety," Watson said with determination.The more the other party cared about Holmes, the deeper the guilt in his heart.

"Of course I don't mind!" Kevin asked politely, "But who will take care of Mr. Holmes?"

"He will be fine after taking the medicine and sleeping for a few days," Watson shrugged. "The landlord, Mrs. Hudson, can handle it."

"I'm really grateful that you can come to the manor to accompany me." Kevin sincerely held Watson's hand, the weird letter, and some rumors about the Baskerville family revealed by Dr. Mortimer. It really left some shadows in his heart, and it would be great to have Watson by his side.

"Then when do you intend to leave?" Watson asked, raising his eyebrows.

"If it's convenient for you, I want to go back tomorrow," Kevin replied after thinking for a few seconds.

Watson nodded. He knew that the attack in London had left the Sir unhappy. "It's nothing inconvenient. We'll see you then."

After seeing off Kevin and Dr. Mortimer, Watson returned to Holmes' bedroom, "Holmes, Sir Henry is going back to the manor tomorrow, and I decided to go with him."

"Understood", Stark sat up from the bed and stretched himself.

"Have you nothing else to say?" Watson frowned.

"What are you talking about? May you come back alive?" Stark looked at Watson with a smirk.

"This is my Sherlock Holmes," Watson's brows stretched, he kissed Stark's forehead lightly, and left the room.

Stark froze for a moment, then shook his head.Even if he didn't admit it, after two days of getting along, he did have a little liking for Watson in his heart. Watson is not bad, and sometimes he is quite interesting.But this can't change his determination not to go to that ghost place.

Early the next morning, Kevin and Dr. Mortimer arrived at Waterloo Station, where Watson had been waiting for a while.Dr. Mortimer followed Kevin's advice and didn't bring the dog with him. After all, there were swamps everywhere, and small animals could easily get stuck there.

While on the train, Kevin was attracted by the beautiful scenery of England in late autumn, and kept staring out the window, but in the eyes of Watson and Mortimer, he became homesick.

Thinking that Kevin wasn't listening, the two doctors discussed the cause of the death of Sir Baskerville, the original owner of the manor. He should have been frightened to death, and a huge hound footprint was left at the scene.

Does the legendary magic dog really exist?Kevin pricked up his ears, but didn't hear any more effective information.If the rumors were true, he was about to become the next victim of the Baskerville family.After going through so much, Kevin will not back down even if he knows there is danger ahead, but the unknown makes him feel scared.

After getting out of the train station, they got into a carriage.After passing through a path paved with golden fallen leaves, the two looming spiers between the trees are getting closer.

"Here we are", the coachman stopped in front of a weather-beaten and dilapidated gate, and they walked along the path towards the magnificent building, while the coachman followed behind with his luggage.

Under the instructions of Dr. Mortimer, Kevin learned that the original owner of the manor died in the nearby water pines, so he walked over and took off his hat to salute.

It was a barren dirt road. Looking up, one could see the deep swamp on the opposite side through the cracks in the old yew pine hedge.After returning from the alleyway, Kevin's already gloomy mood became even heavier.

Dr. Mortimer took Kevin to the door and said goodbye.The housekeeper was caught off guard by their arrival because Kevin hadn't telegraphed in advance, and he figured the new owner wouldn't be here until at least the weekend.

However, the butler immediately showed a well-trained side. He ably took the luggage from the coachman, welcomed Kevin and Watson into the door, and directed the servants to prepare dinner as quickly as possible. The rooms are equipped with hot water.

Kevin and Watson sat quietly in front of the fireplace, letting the warm flame drive away the coldness along the way.

After dinner, the butler honestly expressed his willingness to leave to Kevin. Although there were not enough manpower in the manor, Kevin did not force him to stay, which made the butler and his wife very grateful.That night, the housekeeper and his wife started to pack their luggage that night, but before leaving, the housekeeper thought twice and left a letter hidden in Kevin's hanging coat.

After nightfall, Kevin lay in the Victorian cast iron bathtub until the hot water gradually cooled, he stood up, wiped off the water droplets on his body, got into the warm velvet fabric quilt, thinking about The horror rumors of the manor and the terrible facts that happened here, as well as the anonymous letter that I don't know if it was a threat or a piece of advice.

The manor was as silent as death throughout the night. Kevin, who couldn't sleep, couldn't help but put on his pajamas, and gently opened the curtains a gap. At this time, he saw a group of green things flashing past.He slammed the curtains shut and took a few steps back.Is that a hound?Seems to be much bigger than that.

Kevin couldn't help worrying. The first dream was only a week old, and now three days have passed, which means that according to the plot, his death may be coming soon.At this time, he still hasn't found any partner in the Inception team or the Avengers, and now without the help of Holmes, he must solve the puzzle as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.

It wasn't until dawn that Kevin barely fell asleep for a while.When he woke up, the housekeeper and his wife had prepared breakfast and left.

After Kevin drank a glass of milk, he stayed in the study to look up Baskerville's family history, and did not go out, while Watson was full of curiosity about everything around him.Near lunch time, Kevin went out from the manor to find Watson, and followed the path pointed by the servant to the edge of the swamp.

A woman in a light green open-neck dress walked towards Kevin like a ghost, her beautiful and pale face twisted, as if she was frightened. "Get out of here and go back to London, otherwise, even if you don't fall into the quagmire, you will be torn apart by the magic dog!" The woman said in a low voice, but the weight of the sentence was no less than a wake-up call.

Kevin noticed that the woman was holding a bouquet of freshly picked orchids in her hands, and the fragrance and fragrance were exactly the same as those on the letter.Just as he was about to ask, a tall, thin man came over and roughly dragged the woman away, "I'm sorry, Sir, my sister has some mental problems!"

Kevin felt that the man looked familiar, but he didn't want to ask more questions.He felt a little baffled, and went straight back to the manor. At this time, Watson still didn't come back, but he sent a message.Kevin learned from the servants that the two people he met were the Stapleton brothers and sisters, his neighbors here.

After lunch, the servant brought another terrible news. An extremely vicious murderer escaped from the nearby Prince Town, which added another haze to the Baskerville Manor shrouded in darkness.

Until very late, Kevin still hadn't figured out any clues from the family history. He guessed that Watson should come back, so he stood at the gate of the manor and waited.

Standing in the cold evening wind with his back to the marsh, he gazed at the accursed manor.At this moment, a burst of familiar footsteps interrupted his train of thought.He turned his head and met those charming golden green eyes in disbelief.