Father Mavie

Chapter 462 Goodbye Sherlock Holmes (please subscribe!!!)
The briar pipe came into Mavi's sight first, and then a young man in a deerstalker hat and carrying a club came into the room.

Hooked nose, big backed head, sharp cheekbones, slender and thin body, a plaid cloak on his shoulders, a pair of gray eyes that are ancient, everything is the same as a year ago, it seems that there is no change.

"Holmes, this is Mr. Nicholas von Manstein, these two are his brother, and his daughter Emma"

Seeing Holmes come back, Watson immediately stood up and introduced, "They have entrusted you to investigate a very important case."

"Oh"

Holmes took off the deerstalker hat on his head and hung it on the hanger behind the door. He looked at the Mavics in the room, inspected it for a moment, and suddenly smiled: "Mr. Nicholas, please allow me to call you that, what is it specifically?" What about the case?"

"It's like this." Ma Wei cleared his throat, and said in Windsor with a little Frederick's accent: "We bought a restaurant on Flower Street, but there seemed to be something unclean in that restaurant, so we wanted to Your Excellency, please check it out."

"Unclean things." Holmes said, holding a pipe, "For such things, you should go to the Church of the Three Fates, not me."

"Father Michelle of Whitechapel went to check it a long time ago, but found no problems. I suspect that someone is behind the scenes."

Holmes nodded slightly: "What's wrong with that restaurant?"

Mavi told the story of Mr. Hamley's family in detail. Although he heard these stories from the tavern owner, there may be exaggerated descriptions in them, but the general direction of development should be correct. , has a certain reference value.

After listening, Holmes frowned slightly. He had a pipe in his mouth and smoked one puff at a time. He seemed to have some guesses: "The experience of Mr. Hamlet Fitz, the original owner of the restaurant, is indeed a bit bizarre."

"The wife was crushed to death by a falling pillar, and the children died of illness one after another, and the causes were different"

"Well, if this phenomenon is man-made, then the perpetrator must be a doctor or pharmacist who is proficient in various medicines, and maybe he also understands some architectural structures."

"That's why I would like to ask Mr. Holmes to go to Flower Street in person and catch the prisoner hiding behind." Mavi said sincerely.

Holmes stared into Mavi's eyes for a while, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and asked, "Now?"

"Right now, we're in a hurry."

"Okay, then let's set off at once, Watson, you will come with me."

"understood."

Putting on his coat, Watson followed Mavi and Holmes, and boarded the carriage heading for the Whitechapel area of ​​Flower Street. A faint white mist floated in the streets of London under the night, and the gas lamps standing on the street looked like monsters. Eyeballs, can't see the distant scene at all.

clang--

clang--

When driving to Westminster City in the Central District, the Big Ben located on the banks of the Thames rang, and the crispness was mixed with a thick bell echoing in the city of Westminster. Judging from the melody, it should be the bell on the hour— —It's already 6 o'clock in the evening.

Ma Wei took out his pocket watch and calibrated the time according to the bell. Big Ben is an absolutely authoritative timepiece. Its fine structure and perfect maintenance make its error not exceed two seconds. Many people will calibrate the time according to the bell.

While the bell continued, Holmes' right finger tapped his knee lightly according to the melody, which perfectly matched the bell.

"Is Mr. Nicholas coming to London for the first time?" asked Holmes suddenly, after the bell had stopped.

"Yes, the three of us have only heard of this city from other people's mouths before, and we just arrived in London yesterday on a steam airship."

"good idea."

"what did you say?"

"Oh, Mr. Nicholas, you have a very good idea of ​​choosing to come to London on a steam airship." Holmes said with a smile, "This made you successfully acquainted with Baron Frederick, didn't it?"

Eyelids twitched slightly, Ma Wei said with a smile: "How do you know that I am the sturdy Baron Frederick on the steam airship?"

"I want to wait for Mr. Nicholas to tell me the answer to this question." Holmes glanced at Levin who was sitting next to Mavey. "Your brother seems to have some opinions on me. Where have we met?"

"...No." Levin looked away, gripped the walnut cane tightly and said, "We've never seen it before."

Holmes turned his head to look out the window, and said with emotion whether intentionally or not: "Winter has come."

"Are you cold?" Marvie asked.

"Cold, though." said Holmes, narrowing his eyes. "I have not lost my fighting spirit and my hope."

"It's really something to celebrate."

"I think there is a better occasion to celebrate than this."

Listening to the riddle dialogue between Mavi and Holmes, Daniel looked serious. As the first crown prince who has been in politics for a long time, he knows the meaning behind these riddles. The dialogue between Mavi and Holmes is by no means as simple as the literal meaning.
Daniel couldn't understand. He knew that these conversations had a deeper meaning, but he still couldn't understand it. What Mavi and Holmes talked about seemed to be secrets that only they knew.

Not long after, the carriage came to Flower Street again and stopped in front of restaurant No. 27. The tavern across the street was already open for business. The streets at night were less busy and noisy during the day, and more relaxed and peaceful at night.

"Is this the restaurant?"

After getting out of the car, Holmes looked at the restaurant storefront that was completely boarded up and impervious to light, and began to observe the surrounding environment.

In the dark alley, some women in short skirts with their ankles exposed hold a cigarette and watch the passers-by. Whenever a customer comes to the door, they will throw away the cigarette and walk into the dimly lit hotel behind them, holding the customer's shoulders. This phenomenon is very common in East London. Even the St. James Street area, which is the only high-end residential area, is home to many prostitutes who are taken care of by rich people.

"It's not safe to open a shop here. Aristocrats don't live in this kind of place." Holmes said with a pipe in his mouth, "But it shouldn't be a problem for you, Mr. Nicholas."

"I'm not an aristocrat, so I'm very satisfied to have a place to live in London." Ma Wei said, "Felix, knock on the door."

Levin stepped forward, and just as he was about to knock on the door, the door opened inward. Edward's figure appeared at the door, bowing slightly to Ma Wei: "Master."

"How's the situation?" Marvie walked into the room, the floor creaked: "Has Mr. Hamley moved out?"

"Not yet." Edward replied: "Half an hour ago, his youngest son went crazy again, hiding in the room and refusing to come out. Mr. Hamley has nothing to do with him, he is persuading him."

"Don't worry, I have invited the great detective Sherlock Holmes, he will definitely solve the problem, go upstairs and have a look."

Stepping on the narrow stairs that can only accommodate one person, Ma Wei and the others came to the second floor. Seeing that there was no one on the second floor, they went up to the third floor. At the door of the room in the corner, they saw the shattered Ha Mly Fitz.

"Mr. Nicholas." Seeing Mavi, Hamlet sighed, "Quinto won't come out. I still need some time."

Quinto is the name of Mr. Hamley's youngest son. Every time he gets sick, he will lock himself in the room and yell when anyone approaches. For this reason, Hamley has often received complaints from neighbors.

"This is Sherlock Holmes, Diloc Holmes." Marvie introduced, "Let him check it out."

"Holmes?"

Hamlet stared straight at Holmes with cloudy eyes, shook his head and said, "Even Father Michelle can't cure my son, so what can Holmes do? Mr. Nicholas, I have already thought about it. Tomorrow at the latest, When my son's condition improves at dawn, I will take him away immediately and never come back!"

"It's useless to escape, Mr. Hamlet." Ma Wei said earnestly: "If your son is really entangled by the devil, it will be useless even if he escapes to the ends of the earth. Go? If the cause of your son's madness is not a demon, why don't you let Mr. Holmes investigate? It may have something to do with the deaths of some of your other children."

Hamlet was silent for a while, then said in a hoarse voice: "Okay, but you must not provoke Quinto, he is in a very unstable state of mind, and I'm afraid he will do something irrational."

Hamlet backed away with the kerosene lamp in hand, Ma Wei and the others came to the door, looked at the simple and decayed wooden door, and tapped a few times.

Boom boom boom!
"what!!!"

A man's sharp roar suddenly sounded in the room: "Don't come here! Don't come here! Get out! Get out! This is my place!!!"

The demon wooden box in her arms buzzed and vibrated, sending out a warning. Junia and Edward felt the evil aura suddenly rising in the room, and looked at Mavi at the same time.

Mavi remained calm, as if he didn't know that the magic wooden box in his arms was vibrating to warn him. He ignored the gazes of Junia and Edward, stepped aside, and said to Mr. Holmes:

"Mr. Holmes, what do you think we should do next?"

(End of this chapter)