Hero Growth Manual [Comprehensive British and American]

As a rich man, Mr. Sami's house is very big, and when he enters the house, it is even more different.

The last time I came here, I left in a hurry. I only had time to look at the living room and study room. Today, I came prepared. Sherlock and Watson carefully checked each room.

Mr. Sami disappeared from his own home for no reason. If you look more, there may be some clues.

There are many rooms in the house, perhaps because no one has been in for a long time, most of them are covered with a layer of dust, but everything is neatly arranged, nothing unusual.

Mrs. Sammy kept following with red eyes, intermittently introducing people where it was, and when she reached a large and unusual door upstairs, her face turned pale beyond recognition.

"What's the matter?" Sherlock was about to open the door, seeing that she seemed to be very nervous, he paused slightly, and asked softly, "Is there something wrong?"

Ayu stood beside his legs, and upon hearing this, he also looked curiously towards Mrs. Sami, saw her pale complexion, and whispered: "Ma'am, are you alright?"

The little girl's eyes were clear, and her voice was clear and crisp, like a ray of bright sunshine, who had never been exposed to the dark night, which somewhat made people relax. Mrs. Samy shook her head and smiled reluctantly.

After a pause, she explained: "This is our bedroom, but since he disappeared, I haven't been here for a long time, and I'm always worried...always worried that when I come here, I can't help but think of him .”

What an infatuated lady, A Yu looked at her always red eyes, and subconsciously stood closer to Sherlock's legs beside her.

Sherlock felt a small ball sticking to his leg, and the finger that was pointing his chin paused slightly. He lowered his eyes, looked thoughtfully at the little girl who was about to hug his leg, and finally chose to ignore it.

He doesn't care too much about her, he is really kind sir.

Staying in front of the door for a while, seeing that the always delicate wife seems to have regained some energy, Sherlock tilted his head, stretched out his hand and pushed open the bedroom door.

Inside... how should I put it, it's an astonishingly strange sight.

As Mrs. Sammy said, she should not have been in for a long time, which caused the valuable collections in the house to be covered with a light layer of dust.

Yes, collectibles.At first glance, this unusually spacious room does not look like a living bedroom, but more like a warehouse for collections.

In addition to a large bed on the left, there are many shelves here, which are used to display the owner's valuable collection.

Dr. Watson was stunned and speechless for a long time, and when he realized it, he almost couldn't even walk.

It's not that he was dazzled by this priceless collection, but... It's so weird to have so many collections in his bedroom.

"It seems that Mr. Samy is still a collector?" In such a weird room, it seemed inappropriate to say anything. Watson paused, struggling to find a topic.

"Yeah..." Mrs. Sami smiled softly. She didn't know what to think of. She looked far away at the collection and said indifferently, "He is a great collector. He only has his favorite collection. Only then is it eligible to be placed in this room."

It sounds like a very strange hobby, but it seems that there is nothing wrong with it. Watson hesitated for a moment, but couldn't say anything.

Ayu has been following Sherlock all the time, and her eyes are slowly inspecting these collections. Her resistance to this behavior is not as obvious as Watson's, but she is hazy, subconsciously not liking this place.

As if sensing her discomfort, Sherlock still kept his eyes on the dazzling array of collectibles in the room, but he reached out his hand very calmly, and patted Ayu's head lightly.

Not wanting to look at Xie Xie's weird collection anymore, Ayu simply turned his head to look at Mrs. Sami who hadn't said a word since entering the room.

As if feeling Ayu's sight, she also looked down lightly, maybe it was an illusion, her eyes seemed to be redder, and her gaze was unusually indifferent.

Ayu froze for a moment, and was about to take a closer look, when he found that Mrs. Sammy had returned to her sad look, and the indifferent expression just now was fleeting, just like when she was in the rose field.

IQ is not enough, Mr. Yu, who is most afraid of smart people, suddenly felt the familiar fear, and unconsciously shrank towards Sherlock, and squeezed his face in comfort.

Sherlock's eyes quickly skipped over all the collections, and when he got a general idea, he suddenly pointed to the only vacant place on the shelf and asked, "What is that?"

Mrs. Sami looked over, her face a little unnatural: "It was one of his favorite collections, it was accidentally broken, and it was never added again."

She was talking about her beloved husband, but she kept referring to him as "he". It sounded weird, but before anyone could think about it, Dr. Watson's voice attracted their attention.

"Is this it?" Noticing the eyes of everyone looking over, he quickly showed a polite smile, then pointed to the trash can under his feet.

Sherlock walked towards the trash can, walked two steps, suddenly noticed something, backed up, picked up the little girl who was staring at Mrs. Sammy in a daze, and took away.

The trash can was full of fragments of porcelain, which seemed to be thrown in hastily. It looked messy, and it looked like blue and white porcelain from the East.

Looking at the ancient patterns of porcelain tiles, it is indeed of great value, and it has the value of being loved and collected by people.

When Sherlock bent down to observe the tiles, for some reason, Ayu subconsciously looked towards Mrs. Sammy, and saw the slightly flustered expression of this gentle lady and her tightly clenched fingers.

This is a very strange lady, aware of Ayu's gaze, she quickly hides the unnatural places on her face, and walks over quickly.

Seeing Sherlock, who was very interested in the tiles, she also bent down slightly, and asked softly, very worried: "Is there something wrong?"

Her voice was extremely worried, and her face was full of doubts, as if she was really worried about this matter. Ayu stared at her in a daze, and just about to speak, she was quickly embraced by Sherlock.

The soft face slapped against Mr. Detective's chest, A Yu was stunned, and successfully suppressed the question that was on his lips.

"No." Sherlock stood up holding Ayu, pressed her head into his arms, not allowing her to speak, then turned to look at Mrs. Sammy, with a fake smile, like a stiff shark.

Mrs. Sammy took a step back and stopped looking at the tiles in the trash can, her eyes were slightly lowered in a daze.

The atmosphere in the room froze for a moment.

After being silent for a while, Sherlock quickly winked at Watson, then raised his head as if suddenly realizing: "Huh? It's already noon?"

The color of the room was very dark, there was only one half-opened window with the curtains drawn, and he didn't know how he could see the time, but Mrs. Sammy seemed not to want to stay in this room any longer, so she nodded silently.

"Do you want to stay for dinner?" She asked softly, having already pushed open the depressing door.

Sherlock shook his head, turned sideways and inadvertently blocked her sight, and said lightly, "No need, there is still work to do when we go back."

When Mrs. Sami went to the house yesterday to ask for help, she still had a dejected but lively appearance. At this time, she seemed to have completed a specific task and was bored.

Hearing Sherlock's words, she didn't hold back either, but just nodded and replied, "Okay."

Until leaving Mrs. Sammy's house, Watson was in a trance. He also felt the contrast between Mrs. Sammy's before and after, which obviously made him very strange.

So when he got into the taxi, he glanced at Sherlock who was dozing off, and asked cautiously, "Is there something wrong with Mrs. Sammy?"

Mr. Detective's answer was merciless: "You just found out?"

Watson: "..."

Well, Watson, who had his IQ refreshed again, wiped his face, took out his pocket, took out a piece of blue and white porcelain, handed it to Sherlock, and asked, "Why did you ask me to take this? What's wrong?" ?"

Sherlock didn't answer, but just observed the tile thoughtfully, and after a while, he said softly, "Favorite collection?"

After saying this, he put away the tiles, closed his eyes again, and began to sort out the information he saw today.

Watson raised his hand, originally wanted to ask something, but seeing his appearance, he silently closed his mouth again.

In fact, there are quite a lot of things that are wrong today, and these different places are connected in series, which makes people feel inexplicably familiar. It seems that only one line is needed to connect everything.

Now that clue is missing.

Watson is not an idiot, he thought about these things for a while, and he understood all of them, but the huge contrast between Mrs. Sammy's front and back still surprised him, so he could only frown suspiciously.

Sherlock didn't know when he opened his eyes. Facing Watson's face full of doubts, he slightly bent his fingers and tapped Ayu's head lightly.

"See anything?" He asked in a low voice, very interested in the little girl's intuition that was different from ordinary people.

Ayu straightened up, pressed Sherlock's clothes loosely with one hand, recalled carefully for a while, and then said uncertainly: "I think Mrs. Sammy is very scared."

"Afraid?" Before Sherlock could speak, Watson became a little interested. He looked down, "What do you say?"

"It was when I went into that room." Speaking of this, Ayu frowned, obviously making her very uncomfortable there, but thinking of what she saw, she paused and continued to add, "Especially seeing She seemed particularly frightened when she saw the tiles in the trash can."

Watson listened, touched his chin thoughtfully, and thought about it carefully, it seems that this is really the case.

But speaking of it, that kind of depressing room would make anyone feel uncomfortable after looking at it for a long time, let alone those who have been living there.

However, if this is the case, Mrs. Sammy's previous appearance of loving Mr. Sammy deeply cannot be explained.

If it is really a person I love deeply, and I live with him in an environment that makes me feel horrified, although it is very uncomfortable, it will not show such a look of fear.

There is also the difference in Mrs. Sammy's attitude before and after. How can this be explained? Dr. Watson had a headache thinking about it, so he had no choice but to look up at Sherlock again.

At this time, she had already arrived at the destination, Sherlock got out of the car first, this time he didn't leave directly, but waited until Ayu jumped down, patted her on the head lightly, and said as a reward: "Good observation."

Then he looked at Watson behind him again, stared at him for a second, and said in a flat voice, "She should have let us find that room on purpose, and Mr. Sammy probably has a problem too."

This is already a very considerate answer, Watson nodded thoughtfully, and then belatedly recalled the look in the detective's eyes when he left.

It's not that I really don't like it. I'll be angry if you look at me like this again? ? ? ! ! !

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