Demon Sage Chapter 19

Bang!

The wooden door was kicked open by Sherlock, and there was no rat catcher inside, only the rat in the iron cage was still squeaking.

"Check it out separately, and remember to notify each other when you find clues."

The criminals bought time for their transfer by misleading them. Since they are one step late, if they want to continue chasing, they must have a general direction and goal. This house is the stronghold of the rat catchers, and maybe they can find some omissions. down the trail.

The stairs at the back of the outside hall go up to the place where the Ratcatcher usually rests. Sherlock rushed up first, while Donald stayed below. While he was away, he took out the tracking powder again. The position behind the workbench has not been confirmed.

The Ratcatcher stayed here. When they left, he did not know what he did, but at least he could find out his course of action.

Kneading the bridge of the nose between his eyes and turning on his spiritual vision, with the experience of the previous two times, Donald entered the state faster this time, and stared at the ground behind the workbench. This time, what appeared in front of him was no longer sporadic. footprint.

The area behind the workbench extending to the left and right is full of footprints!

The effect of the tracking powder is layered. The later the trail is left, the brighter it will be in Spirit Vision. For the time being, Ignoring the dim mouse footprints, Donald focuses on the brightest part.

The Ratcatcher got up from the chair, turned around, and walked to the wooden cabinet at the back... Is there actually mouse footprints on this cabinet?

As a preliminary confirmation, Donald turned off his spiritual vision. In his current state, this ability cannot be activated for a long time. Basically, if it exceeds 10 seconds, there will be problems with his eyes. Therefore, in order to be able to use it multiple times, he can only use it. On and off switches.

There are not many wooden cabinet drawers with mouse footprints on the surface, most of which are concentrated in the middle part. Donald adjusted his position and jumped back while pulling out to prevent a mutant mouse from suddenly popping out and giving him a bite.

There is nothing in the drawer, but the structure of this drawer is somewhat unusual. It has no rear baffle. Donald bends down and goes in along the empty space of the drawer. There is no wooden cabinet with baffle behind it, but a direct connection. The passage inside the wall!

Taking a deep breath, he walked quickly to the wooden cabinet, grabbed the corner, and pushed it forward. The wooden cabinet was not heavy. It fell forward with the momentum. The situation behind it was clear at a glance. Irregular holes, unlike man-made openings, were simply dug out by mice.

This is an information transfer station. If the mouse catcher wants to tell the mouse, he just needs to open the drawer and let the mice lie down inside. Not only is it hidden, but even if someone suddenly visits outside, he can also Push all the drawers in seconds so no one can see the difference.

I'm afraid that's why I close the doors and pull the windows during the day.

"Donald, what's the matter, I heard a noise!"

Sherlock's voice came from behind, and the sound of the wooden cabinet falling to the ground was not soft.

"I suggest you come down and have a look. I have found evidence of communication between the rat catcher and the rat."

After replying, he heard footsteps on the stairs. Sherlock came down and saw something on the wall. He didn't need an explanation, it was clear at a glance.

"Compared to this, I found a more convincing one. Upstairs, our previous guess was not wrong. This mousetrap is a heretic!"

Donald was startled by the name that came out of Sherlock's mouth. He had heard this name before. When he came out of the sewer, the two murderers called him that...

"Can I ask what a heretic is? I don't quite understand what you mean."

On the stairs, Donald wanted to know what kind of people the heathen represented.

"You don't know? Then I will simply tell you that these people are either born with or acquired in some way... In fact, many people call it talent, just like some people are born better than others. Jumping far and running fast are very powerful, but they are also limited. After all, ordinary people have their own limits. Even mediocre people can be approached through scientific exercise programs. But these people are different, they have these The enhanced version or even the mutant version of the talent is just like the spiritual vision talent needed to track down the powder. It is something that ordinary people cannot do no matter how hard they try. In addition, these people have no taboos in their actions, and the church will classify them as heretics. …”

Looking back at the assistant who obviously wanted to ask other things, Sherlock pressed down the top hat on his head and said first:

"I can only tell you so much. This is within the allowable range. If I didn't come into contact with you today, I wouldn't tell you. As for other information, the less you know, the better, especially if you can't talk to other people casually. When people mention it, it's best not to explore and spread, ordinary people know too many secrets may become the reason for some people to find you.”

I'm not an ordinary person. Strictly speaking, my existence may be even more special than that of the Ratcatcher... much more special!

"I just want to know, Sherlock, how do you know this information? Are you also a heretic, not afraid that some of the people you said will come to you?"

It's good that ordinary people know too much, isn't it bad?

"What do you think I did before I became a detective? I'm a loyal follower of paranormal phenomena, and I can personally participate in many events in the name of doing this, like this one, I don't just want to catch Prisoner, the ability of the rat catcher to communicate and command mice, don't you want?"

I believe that when most people know that there are superpowers in this world and they can find ways to obtain them, they can't help but think about how great it would be if they had superpowers.

It's like Donald's previous life as a cultivator. You know there are gods and ghosts, but you can still stand loneliness?

Sherlock is just the part of the people who do it. He may have discovered the other side of the world under the premise of some coincidence, and then he resolutely plunged into it.

It's just that he seemed to avoid the question of why he was not worried that someone would come to the door, and chose to open the door in front of him.

In the mousetrap's bedroom, the yellowed walls are full of cracks. In front of the hard board bed visited in the middle, there is a table that is a circle smaller than the one in the hall, and there are some... laboratory equipment on it?

Donald clearly saw an alcohol lamp, a small glass beaker, a crucible, and a glass bottle that shattered into pieces on the ground, and a pile of powder that was deliberately smashed together and stepped on a few feet.

"He poured all the ingredients together to prevent us from finding the original recipe... What a piece of shit, if I could catch him the first time, this recipe would be mine!"

Compared to the previous deception, the sight in front of him made Sherlock even more angry, but he still spared no effort to pull a rag from the side, and solemnly wrapped the powder on the ground and put it in his pocket.

"What formula can let people communicate the formula of mice?"

"secret!"

She replied angrily, and Sherlock walked around the room with a frown.

Donald has been holding the tracking powder between his fingers, and sprinkled some around the workbench. There are indeed bright marks. The mousetrap stopped here not long ago, and the footprints extended to the outside of the room. After chasing them out, they saw that they pointed to the second floor. another room.

Taking advantage of Sherlock's annoyance, he went over and opened the door. This was a storage room with two or three washbasin-sized baskets about a foot high.

By the afterglow of the setting sun outside the window, Donald noticed something shining in it, and bent down to pick up a gold pound in the basket in the middle!

"Sherlock, I think this is the place where the stolen goods were stored before. The Ratcatchers probably didn't steal more than Mr. Abel's family. Look at this."

Thumbs up against the gold pound, the dark golden coin surface reflects the orange-red sunset afterglow, the heavy weight and the crisp sound, it is really beautiful.

Oops...it's a heart-wrenching feeling!

"These are not important now. We have to know where he went. What if he leaves Preston directly by train?"

This is the most serious situation. Once the rat catcher escapes from Preston City, if UU reading www.uukanshu.com wants to find him again, it will be looking for a needle in a haystack, and whether or not he can find it in the end, it must have nothing to do with the two of them.

"Look again, aren't there two more rooms? Go in and have a look."

The remaining room was the last hope. The two carefully checked back and forth, but unfortunately it backfired. They searched the entire second floor and couldn't find any other information.

There are various signs that the Ratcatchers not only retreated calmly, but may even have already prepared a retreat.

The residence he chose was almost completely run down and vacant. It was difficult to find witnesses in the nearby area, and it was probably too late to expand the scope of the inquiry.

Donald does have the tracking powder in his hand. The problem is that there is still half a bottle left in it, that is, a handful. It's such a big place outside, sprinkle it?

Even if he spreads it ruthlessly, let's not say whether it can be effectively spread on the mousetrap's advancing route, and even if he finds it, so what, how can he explain it to Sherlock?

Besides, the Ratcatcher's position is likely to be constantly changing, and even giving him a sack of tracking powder probably won't be enough.

"Failure, an omission, and a complete shock, you shouldn't have come in rashly in the first place."

Sitting on the stone steps outside the house, Sherlock tugged at the grass stalk in his hand in despair. Donald couldn't say any words of comfort at this time. This time, the case actually didn't cost him anything, it even gained something. Not only did the eyes discover new abilities, but he also got a bottle of 5 gold pounds of tracking powder.

"Let's go, eat first, it's useless to be anxious now, think slowly, it's still some time before midnight."

Failure is not scary. What is scary is that after a single failure, it sinks completely. Sherlock's rapid recovery of emotional state made Donald nod secretly.

The situation has not reached the end of the road...

Chapter end