[comprehensive] fake magician

Later, Watson, who had visited Melipie Mansion, returned worried.

The owner of the house, Stapleton, the biologist who chased a large moth in the swamp with a net, made Watson think of the stalker. The powder he used to attack Sir Henry was from those insects. Wings come up.What is even more strange is that Stapleton's sister has been shutting herself in the room and crying, and has not come out to see the guests.

Watson was considering whether to tell Sir Henry these things. At this time, he saw a familiar tall figure walking towards Baskerville Manor, so he greeted warmly, "Inspector Lestrade!"

But the other party ignored him, and went straight to Sir Henry at the door.Sir Henry was wrapped in a coat and stood in the wind, his blue eyes flickered, and there seemed to be some kind of eager anticipation in his eyes.

"Inspector Lestrade," Watson walked over quickly, "Have you known each other for a long time?"

"Oh, no, I'm here...", the inspector denied it flatly, it was the first time they met in this world.At this moment, two police detectives ran over and interrupted him.

"You go back to Scotland Yard first, and leave everything to the Deputy Inspector," the Inspector confessed.

"This..." The two police detectives looked at each other.

"The murderer may be hiding in the swamp right now. I must stay here. On the one hand, I can protect Jazz nearby, and on the other hand, I can cooperate with the local police to catch him as soon as possible," the inspector said seriously.

"Yes!" The two police detectives knew the murderer's brutality, so they didn't say anything else. The detective wanted to stay here, but they didn't want to.

Only then did Watson realize what a mistake he had made in swaggering through the swamp just now.

Kevin invited the detective and Watson into the house, and the three chatted after dinner.Watson decided not to tell about his encounter with Stapleton, which was, after all, only suspicion.Inspector Lestrade is still here, and he doesn't want to risk wronging a good man.

As the evening break approached, Watson reminded, "Sir, you haven't prepared a room for the inspector yet."

"No need, I will personally protect Sir tonight," the inspector said with a smile.

Watson thought he was joking, so he turned his head and looked at Jazz, but Jazz didn't seem to object at all, and the two walked into the next room under Watson's surprised gaze.

"Clint, how do you know I'm here?" Kevin asked curiously, staring at Clint lying beside him.

"I knew it the morning before yesterday," Clint smiled slyly, "A police detective reported to me that a knight had grabbed a stalker and was attacked instead. As an English gentleman should behave, I guessed it was you."

"Only based on this?" Kevin had a suspicious look on his face.

"Of course, when I first met you in New York, I was deeply impressed by your recklessness." Clint recalled that rainy day full of haze, and it was Kevin who brought him a ray of light. Sunlight.

"Clint, why didn't you come to me after you found out?" Kevin was a little unhappy.

"Even in my dream, I am very professional. Being a sheriff is much more busy than I imagined, and I can't get away from it at all." Clint clasped his hands and explained, "I didn't know until the murderer ran out Come here with an excuse."

"Could it be you who released it?" Kevin narrowed his eyes and joked.

"Haha, am I that kind of person?" Clint said and leaned over gently, Kevin wanted to say something more, but his mouth was blocked by his eager lips.

During breakfast the next day, Watson kept eyeing the two of them suspiciously. Compared with the legend of Baskerville, the relationship between the two of them seemed to be a bigger mystery.

It stands to reason that Sir has been living in North America, and it is impossible to know Inspector Lestrade, but from the eye contact between them and the obvious facts of last night, Watson made a terrible inference-they are in love ah!

But can men fall in love?Watson felt very entangled. If only Holmes was here, he would always help him solve all problems.

【221B】

As soon as Watson left, Stark got up from the bed and was happy. The various experimental equipment in the bedroom aroused his desire to invent again. In this regard, he and Holmes are connected.

But before Stark finished his masterpiece, a visitor came suddenly. Stark said he was sick at first and refused to meet, but when Mrs. Hudson said that the guest was a beautiful woman, he immediately regained his energy.

The mysterious guest gave Stark a sweet kiss as soon as he entered the door. Stark froze for a moment, then smiled and brought her heavy leather bag in.

The woman casually threw the gorgeous embroidered hat aside, her wavy brown hair fell down quickly, and then she took off the white silk gloves, revealing her slender hands.But while doing all this, her sexy lips didn't stop, which made Stark elated, "What's your name?"

"I'm Irene! Bastard, forget me so quickly", Irene Adler casually gave Stark a slap, and then quickly kissed his slapped cheek, which made Stark unable to tell I don't know whether this hot feeling comes from that slap or that kiss.

who cares?Stark pushed Irene Adler into the bedroom and kicked the door shut.This Irene was much hotter than the Irene he knew.

A few hours later, Irene Adler left 221 Baker Street contentedly.That's when Stark knew what she was packing in that heavy leather bag.At this time, he was covered with scars, his hands and feet were tightly tied to the bed, unable to move at all, and his mouth was blocked by socks.The worst part was that Irene Adler didn't even leave him a fig leaf.

Stark lay in bed like this for two days and two nights, during which Mrs. Hudson knocked on the door twice, but there was no response.She knew Holmes' temper and knew that there was plenty of food in the room, so she didn't bother.

Until a group of police detectives happened to come to ask him for evidence, they let Mrs. Hudson open the door.Mrs. Hudson screamed and went out as soon as she entered the door. The detectives thought there was some murder, and after entering, they found Stark's embarrassment in the wide open bedroom door.

When Irene Adler came in, Stark still felt that the dream was too real to be a kind of happiness, but he would never think so now.Even if it was a dream, Stark felt extremely ashamed to be seen by a group of big men.

The detectives don't like Holmes, but they can't do without his help.So when the relationship is reversed, they get a great sense of satisfaction as Holmes' saviors.

Therefore, although they were eager to return to their lives, they patiently waited for Stark, who had been hungry for two days, to finish eating the food Mrs. Hudson sent, and kindly helped him treat his wounds.

The terrible Irene Adler casts Stark's shadow on women, and he arrives at Scotland Yard depressed, only to learn that a groom has testified that he is the one who attacked Sir Henry.Although the groom rescued him by mistake, Stark was still annoyed by this groundless accusation.

"I don't know Sir Henry, how could I follow him?" Stark said sharply.

"Has anyone seen Sir Henry visit your house?" the Deputy Inspector said in a cold tone.

"Call the groom to confront," Stark said impatiently, folding his hands.

The groom came in with a copy of "The Times". He saw the photos of the stalked in the newspaper and realized that the person he had offended was a knight. forgive.But when he saw Stark, he was dumbfounded, "This is not the person I drove that day."

"But he is the Sherlock Holmes you mentioned." This time, the Deputy Inspector became impatient. He finally caught Holmes in the wrong place, how could he let him go so easily.

While they were arguing, Stark suddenly noticed the familiar face in the newspaper photo.Is it Kevin?Stark snatched the newspaper, and it was him.Stark didn't expect to pass by his friend because of his wayward pretending to be sick.

"Well, this kid inherited 74 pounds, good luck." Stark began to read the newspaper carefully, but his frown became tighter and tighter. He remembered the legend of Baskerville mentioned by Watson. Wen is in danger!

"Can I go?" Stark asked, looking up.

"Oh, of course." The deputy inspector smiled obsequiously. He didn't expect Holmes to be so tempered this time, so he let him go so easily.

【Baskerville Manor】

Since that day, Kevin has never seen Miss Stapleton who warned him again. He was a little worried, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that she was the one who kindly wrote the letter to warn him.And her so-called brother seemed to be somewhat similar to the person who attacked him that day, especially those gloomy eyes.

So Kevin went to inquire near the Melipi mansion, and happened to meet that Stapleton dismissed the servants at home.Kevin stopped an old manservant, but the manservant seemed very scared and didn't know what to ask.

A kind maid whispered to Kevin that Stapleton said her sister had been locked up in the attic because she was scared out of her mind by seeing the Baskervilles' Hound.But Stapleton never allowed servants to enter the attic, and delivered meals to his sister himself every day, but there were often cries from upstairs.

It just so happened that Clint set a trap near the manor and caught the escaped murderer, which also meant that he would return to Scotland Yard soon.So the two decided to sneak into Stapleton's house after discussing it.They did not tell Watson their plan because they were afraid that Watson would be in danger.

Clint was squatting near the Melipie Mansion, and he found that Stapleton always went to the swamp at sunset, but he didn't know the real reason—there were the most big moths in the swamp at that time.

After confirming that Stapleton was far away, Clint shot the bow and arrow with the grappling hook onto the roof.The two followed the rope and climbed in through the attic window.

Kevin opened the closed curtains to let the light fill the room. At this time, they were surprised to find that the dusty partition was full of various specimens. The most terrifying thing was that there was a full-body portrait of Kevin. Nails were inserted into the joints of the limbs, and the heart was pierced by the thickest nail, just like those reptile specimens in the room.

At this time, they heard a sound coming from the cabinet.The door of the cabinet was locked, and Clint sneaked downstairs, found an ax, and carefully chopped open the lock.

Miss Stapleton rolled out, covered in bruises.Kevin removed the cloth strip that was gag in Miss Stapleton's mouth, and this weak but strong woman suddenly cried out, "Get out of here quickly, he will kill you!"

"Stapleton?" Kevin asked, frowning.

"Yes, he is really your cousin," said Miss Stapleton, trembling. "He wants to kill you, and claim your inheritance, just as he killed your uncle, Sir Baskerville."

"We've got to get you out first," Kevin said, trying to lift Miss Stapleton onto Clint's back.

When going downstairs, Kevin saw Stapleton's desk in the corridor through the study door. On it was a bottle of powder and a plate full of broken moth wings. There was also a pair of tweezers on the plate. and a small brush.

Kevin recalled that Watson once said that the powder that attacked him came from these insects, and he stepped into the study curiously.There was a black cover that was invisible from the angle of sight just now, and he lifted the cover, and a few moths that were still alive flew out.That's when Kevin realized that Stapleton must have gone to the swamp to catch moths.

"Oops, Watson might be in danger!" Kevin's heart sank suddenly.Watson seemed to be hiding something from them, and he kept trying to run to the swamp.Maybe he's already found something there, but that's what puts him in a crisis. He doesn't understand what a terrible man Stapleton is.

Meanwhile, Watson was wandering purposefully through the swamp, daring to come alone because the escaped murderer Seldan had been brought to justice.

In fact, he had already noticed many doubts about Stapleton, for example, he happened to be an entomologist, and for example, the untouched copy of "The Times" sent by his family.

But through contact, Watson has always felt that Stapleton is a good partner. Isn't it what he and Holmes have been pursuing to clear up the suspicion of a good person?

After a long effort, Watson finally succeeded in catching a large cycloped moth that Stapleton had caught that day, and he wanted to make sure that the powder on the moth's wings was the same one that had attacked the Sir.Watson carefully held the moth's wings in his hands when a ghostly sound startled him.

"I didn't expect you to be interested in insects?" Stapleton glanced at Watson suspiciously.

The moth broke loose from Watson's hand and flew away, leaving a fragment of a wing and some powder on his finger.

"It was very interesting to see you making specimens that day," Watson explained, pretending to wipe his hands, and wrapped the fragments of moth wings in a handkerchief and stuffed them into his pocket.

After the two walked side by side for a while, it seemed that nothing happened just now.Just when Watson was relieved, Stapleton took advantage of his unpreparedness and strangled his neck with his hands.

"Doctor Watson, you are already suspicious of me," Stapleton said fiercely, "You are a good man, but unfortunately, you discovered my secret, and I have to get rid of you."

Stapleton's hand became tighter and tighter, Watson was strangled to the point of suffocation, his vision became more and more blurred, and he gradually lost consciousness.

Section 221B ([-])

"Ah!" Stapleton let out a scream and threw Watson away. He turned his head abruptly, and his eyes flicked to the slightly decadent face under the deerstalker hat because he hadn't shaved for almost two days. He showed his identity with the black pottery pipe in his mouth - the great detective Sherlock Holmes!

Stark originally aimed at the back of the murderer's neck, so that one blow would surely make him faint, but Watson's last struggle caused the swinging stick to hit Stapleton's shoulder blade.

Stapleton ran to the depths of the swamp, and Stark wanted to chase after him, but Watson fell to the ground and was unconscious.

"Watson!" Stark shouted several times in a row, but there was no response from the other party, and he realized the seriousness of the matter.Stark began to press Watson's chest rhythmically, and continuously delivered oxygen to Watson's mouth.

"Sherlock Holmes", Watson gradually came to his senses. He opened his eyes and saw Holmes' moist lips. Were they mouth to mouth just now?

"It's great that you're all right," Stark said with joy on his face.

At the same time, Kevin, who was worried about Watson's danger, rushed out of the Melipi mansion first, and ran all the way into the swamp. At this moment, a group of green light rushed towards him.

Kevin only had time to make a defensive posture before he was thrown to the ground by a huge green glowing hound.The strength of this hound is directly proportional to its body, and Kevin had to use both hands to prevent its bloody mouth from biting his throat.

Stapleton's secret has been exposed. He released the bulldog hidden in the secret base in the swamp. He wanted it to kill the troublesome Sherlock Holmes and Watson, but when the bulldog flew in another direction as if possessed When running over, Stapleton's face suddenly showed ecstasy. The person he most wanted to get rid of was also in the swamp!

Every day he gave the bulldog a sniff of the quasi-jar's hat he had snatched, and whipped it hard to make it hate the owner of the smell, and now his chance finally came.

Kevin was a little overwhelmed. At this time, an arrow shot through the back of the bulldog, but when the arrow came out, it precisely avoided Kevin.The bulldog screamed, and its front paws left three parallel deep scratches on Kevin's left shoulder.

"Whoosh", another arrow pierced through both of its eyes, and this time it was completely killed.A shadowy figure flashed by nearby, fleeing into the middle of the swamp, and Clint took an arrow and shot at him, but missed because the man had been following a strange, serpentine route.

It was Stapleton, who nimbly jumped left and right in the swamp, trying to lead Kevin and Clint to the abyss.He is absolutely sure, because only he knows the safe path of the swamp.

Clint lifts Kevin off the ground.At this time, Kevin noticed that his body was emitting a faint green light like the bulldog, but they didn't care so much, and followed Stapleton's footprints closely.

"Where's Miss Stapleton?" Kevin couldn't help asking.

"In a safe place," Clint reminded, frowning, "focus and follow in his footsteps."

At this time, Stark not far away also saw them.

"Go, Holmes, I believe in you," Watson forced a smile.

Stark nodded, put Watson down reluctantly, and followed closely.When approaching the middle of the swamp, Stapleton's figure appeared in front of them again. Without hesitation, Clint pierced his leg with a precise arrow, nailing him to the dead tree beside him.

Clint and Kevin rushed over, preparing to bring Stapleton to justice. At this time, many huge walls suddenly rose around the middle of the swamp, and they were instantly shrouded in darkness.

"Did that person do it?" Stark asked suspiciously.

"No, that's not possible," Kevin blurted out.At this time, he suddenly realized that the familiar voice behind him should not appear here, "Tony!"

"To be precise, I am now the great detective Sherlock Holmes," Stark smiled and let out a smoke ring.

Kevin was speechless in astonishment, and glanced incredulously at Stark's deer hat, black pottery pipe and walking stick.Now Stark does look like a detective, but Kevin couldn't imagine that Holmes, who had been begging but failed to meet a few days ago, turned out to be this kind of guy.

"This seems to be a maze, designed by Ali Redne." Clint just glanced at Stark, and didn't show much concern.

"That is to say, we can reach the second floor if we find a way out?" Kevin raised his conjecture.

"I think so," Clint nodded, and met Kevin's eyes. Only then did he notice that Kevin had been covering the wound on his shoulder, his face turned pale, "Let me see the wound."

"It's fine," Kevin shook his head.

"Be obedient!" Clint glared at Kevin, gently and quickly unbuttoned Kevin's clothes, and then gently opened the shirt a little, only to see three deep claw marks on Kevin's right shoulder It was bleeding continuously.

The expression on Clint's face turned serious, Kevin's injury was worse than he thought.

Stark hurriedly took out a clean handkerchief, but Clint didn't take it, because the handkerchief was obviously not enough to cover the wound tightly.Clint tore a large strip of cloth from his shirt to cover the wound just barely.

At this time, the music of "Sextet" suddenly resounded through the maze, which meant that they had to reach the second layer of dreams as soon as possible.

The three of them walked through the maze under the dim light, but they all returned to the center of the maze in the end.It was completely dark, and they had to make simple torches with dead branches picked up in the swamp wrapped in handkerchiefs.

"Let's go separately, so the chances of finding the exit will be higher," Kevin suggested. They walked almost all the way, but there was still no result. This is not the way to go.

Stark looked at Kevin's left hand, which was stained red by the blood oozing from the wound, gritted his teeth and said, "You are injured and need someone to take care of you. Come with him, I will go alone."

"Now I am the great detective Sherlock Holmes," Stark murmured psychologically while searching for a way out with a black pottery pipe in his mouth. At this time, a large mirror suddenly appeared in front of him.

Stark walked over, and the person in the mirror also walked towards him. Although the movements were exactly the same, the person in the mirror was not his appearance.The man had fluffy black curly hair, a pair of sharp eyes on the straight white cheeks, and a pretty bridge of nose that looked extremely handsome. He was wearing a black windbreaker, and there was a stern smile on the corner of his mouth.

Stark couldn't help touching the mirror with his finger, and then he retracted suddenly. He touched the finger of that person. "Vampire!" he yelled, stepped back a few steps, and pressed against the wall tightly.

"I'm not a vampire, I'm Sherlock Holmes, who are you?" A deep and magnetic voice came, and then Sherlock walked out of the mirror.

"Your name is Sherlock Holmes too?" Stark was confused.

"Sherlock, where is this?" John Watson also walked through the mirror, patted Sherlock on the shoulder and asked.

"Dear Watson, I think we should have arrived more than 100 years ago. The man who claimed to be Sherlock Holmes was wearing clothes that were popular in the [-]th century, and the walnut walking stick he was holding was a limited edition of the World Expo of the Industrial Revolution. ", Sherlock explained patiently.

"This is Watson?" Stark looked at the blond guy with the cutest height difference from Sherlock in surprise, this time he was really confused.

At this moment, Kevin and Clint also rushed over following the sound.

"Since there is a Sherlock Holmes here, it means that Watson of this era is nearby, but it is not either of these two people." Sherlock stared at the visitor closely.

"Why?" Watson asked suspiciously.

"This should be Inspector Lestrade. He has the police badge of Scotland Yard in the 19th century on his chest." Sherlock pointed to Clint.

"What about him?" Watson asked, pointing at Kevin.

"This person should be the victim of a major case. If I guess correctly, he is Sir Henry. Because the wound on his shoulder is so large that one hand is not enough to cover it, it must have been injured by some kind of large wound. Animal attacks, and this is a swamp..." Sherlock said after a moment of hesitation.

"The Hound of the Baskervilles? That case we did together last year," Watson laughed. "We were all terrified."

"I don't know why I want to tell you this, because according to my inference, this is a dream, and it is impossible for two pairs of Fuhua to appear in the same world. You are just Watson in my dream, and I don't need to talk to you at all." , Sherlock put on a cold face and folded his hands.

"Hey, Sherlock, you still have this bad temper in your dream," Watson argued, "Obviously I am dreaming, and you are the one in my dream!"

"Excuse me," Kevin said, "Mr. Detective, if possible, can you help us find the way out? We have searched all the way."

"Of course." Sherlock glanced at Kevin's shoulder, "Your wound needs to be dealt with as soon as possible."

Sherlock took out the magnifying glass and began to observe carefully on the ground. The telescope moved to Kevin's feet, kept a distance of two centimeters, and moved from Kevin's feet along the trousers to the position of his neckline. This made Kevin feel very uncomfortable.

"You just said you've searched all over here?" Sherlock asked.

"Yes," the three replied in unison.

"Obviously not, now I'm here to look for places you haven't been to." Sherlock dipped a little fluorescent powder on Kevin's body with his hand, "You have a lot of phosphorous powder on you, and there will be traces everywhere you walk." Some shake off, we just need to follow the place where there is no phosphorous powder, and we can find the path you didn't walk just now."

The three obeyed Sherlock's command to extinguish the torch. At this time, they could not see anything, so they grabbed the back corner of the clothes of the person in front and formed a team of small trains, stumbling behind Sherlock who was holding a magnifying glass.

"This is a dead end!" Sherlock straightened up suddenly, but was pushed violently by Watson behind him, and almost fell into the swamp in front of him.He turned his head and fell into deep thought. Now the last road was also covered with a lot of phosphorous powder.

"Be careful," Clint complained to Stark, who was at the end of the line behind him, feeling something hard poke at his back.

"It's not my fault, I can't see anything in the dark here," Stark said dissatisfiedly, "My pipe was knocked off!"

At this time, Sherlock noticed a circle of thin blue flames blooming on the ground, slowly extending forward.

"As expected of me in another world," Sherlock clapped his hands and praised, "The pipe ignites the phosphorous powder on the ground, maybe it can help us find the invisible road."

Sherlock led the crowd to follow the spreading flames until they reached an intersection. At this time, the flames spread in two other directions, but stopped in the third direction.

"Follow up quickly," Sherlock ran towards the road without phosphorous fire, "If this road is also wrong, we'd better come back before the phosphorous powder burns out, and see if there is another way."

But the facts proved that Sherlock's worry was unnecessary. This time, the goddess of luck favored them, and there was a ray of hope right in front of the road.

"I think this is the exit," Sherlock smiled imperceptibly.

"Big detective, goodbye!" Kevin and his party bid farewell to Sherlock, but Sherlock raised his finger and waved his hand in front of his lips, "Since it's in a dream, I don't mind going with you, this is my first time." It was the first time to experience such a real dream.”

"I'll go too," Watson said excitedly.

"Great", Kevin and the others are naturally very happy. With the help of the big detective, it is much easier to pass the second layer of dreams.

Several people walked into the gate to another world together.At this time, a shiny black leather shoe stepped out of the mirror.

Where there is Sherlock Holmes, there is Moriarty!

[221B ending]

Watson struggled to get up and called the police. The detectives found Holmes, Sir Henry and Inspector Lestrade unconscious in the middle of the swamp, while the murderer Stapleton was nailed to a dead tree and could not move.

But Holmes seems to have been attacked by the poisonous swamp gas and completely lost his memory of this time.However, this did not prevent him from solving the case. He found the key evidence in Sir Henry's pocket, and the letter left by the butler finally restored the whole truth.

But since then, Holmes has always felt that the detectives of Scotland Yard looked at him strangely, which made him very uncomfortable.

"By the way, Holmes, let me tell you an interesting thing." After holding back for a few days, Watson finally couldn't help but said, "Inspector Lestrade slept with Sir Henry in the same room for a few days at Sir Henry's Manor. , do you think they are..."

"What's the matter, you often come to my room to sleep with me," Holmes said nonchalantly.

"That's different, I'm drunk," Watson clasped his hands in defense.

"Drunk, what a perfect reason," Holmes laughed, and lightly touched the tip of Watson's nose with his finger, "I think you are pretending to be drunk!"

"You..." Hua was too angry to speak.

"Watson, you are not expressing your admiration for me in a tactful way?" Holmes said with a smile.

"Holmes!" Watson blushed.

"I accept," replied Holmes crisply.