There was a meow, and Sherlock canceled his transformation before the wind chimes tried to pull his tail, and then took out the weird charcoal drawing from his backpack.
"Is that this person?" he said, pointing to the woman holding a pearl necklace in the painting.
Malfisette, who had always maintained his composure, arched his body and roared in a low voice as soon as he saw this painting.
"It seems to be correct. It was indeed this man who took Autumn away. Those two ogres were the other party's subordinates and the real culprits of that massacre." Combining the information provided by the black cat, Sherlock finally figured it out.
The ins and outs of this plot have been roughly clarified, but I still don’t have a clue as to where Autumn was kidnapped.
Just as he was about to take back the charcoal drawing, Feng Erzhong made a new discovery.
"When I saw those two paintings for the first time, they were very strange. Just now I carefully observed the paintings in the room, and there is indeed one thing in common between them."
Feng Erzhong put a total of eight paintings together, then pointed to the shadows on them and continued: "Did you notice that large areas of shadow slashes were added to all of Autumn's paintings, following normal painting principles?
In fact, there are many places where shadows are not needed, especially since these shadows have different slopes, pauses and densities."
"I have never been able to understand the meaning of these shadows before, but if you connect this with Autumn's warlock bloodline, the shadow plane mentioned by Tam, and this black cat with shadow bloodline..."
"Can I make such a conjecture? The world in Autumn's eyes only has two colors: black and white, and these shadows are to describe the colors of things in the painting. Maybe Autumn doesn't even like painting at all, but wants to use
Paint to help me remember the colors so that I don’t look so different.”
"If I follow this reasoning, based on these nine paintings, I should be able to deduce the color composition of this woman's beaded painting."
"The woman's skin should be green, because it matches the shadow of the leaves in this painting, and the pearl is pure black, which also represents fear, because she uses this shadow in all the paintings...
"
Listening to Feng No. 2 Middle School's giggling, Sherlock and Mirru looked up at the top student's thinking like two scumbags.
"How on earth did he come up with these things?"
"Have you ever been hit? Just get used to it." Feng Ling'er walked between the two of them, patted their shoulders and comforted them: "Don't look at Brother Chong like this, he is the real genius of our family, otherwise his father
Mom will never let him inherit the family business."
"I would rather not have this..." Feng Er was halfway through his sentence when he saw two pairs of angry eyes. He swallowed hard and swallowed the second half of his sentence.
Although he was envious and jealous, Sherlock had to admit that Feng Erzhong's analysis still made some sense.
"Interesting. In this way, Autumn's life experience will be very interesting. Her warlock bloodline is likely to come from some kind of creature in the shadow plane."
"It can't be the descendant of Shadow King Mask." Sherlock casually made the boldest guess.
From the previous information, it can be seen that Autumn's mother is just an ordinary person, and it is more likely that this bloodline comes from her father.
As for the creatures in the shadow plane, in addition to monsters like Shadow Night Shadow, there are also two gods living there.
The goddess of darkness, Shar, the daughter of night, and the god of thieves, Shadow King Mask, with the character of the latter frequently traveling between planes, it is very likely that they will incarnate and leave descendants on the continent.
Since gods may be involved, the plot is not that simple.
"Okay, there's no point in guessing now. Let's go to the hunter's cabin that Malfisette mentioned." Sherlock clapped his hands to wake everyone up from their surprise, and then took the lead and walked out.
The hunter's cabin located in the north of the town, near the swamp, was the place Autumn visited most frequently before the accident, and it was also their last clue.
It was still the same as before, they caught a gangster and used thought detection to learn about the situation in the hunter's cabin.
The owner of the hunter cabin is a level 20 ranger, and is probably the strongest person in this town. It’s just that this weirdo with a bad temper, alcoholism, and always talking to himself has been living on the edge of the swamp in the north. Unless
I ran out of wine, otherwise I wouldn't have come to town.
When Sherlock and the others found the hunter's cabin, it was already raining lightly. Sitting in a creaking wooden rocking chair on the porch was an old man with skin like dry red leather, bloodshot eyes and
This haggard look was exactly the same as the image of Greif in that gangster's memory.
Seeing another person approaching, Geoffrey wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and said with a gloomy face: "Adventurer, if you want to skin him, I don't have time now."
"It's okay, we're not here for this. We just want to ask if you know the whereabouts of Autumn?" For this kind of NPC, Sherlock didn't want to waste any words and said straight to the point.
"That little witch, isn't she missing? How do I know where she went?" Guvry took another sip of wine and said in a bad tone.
Hey, looking at the other party's attitude, you knew that you wouldn't be able to ask anything in the normal way. Sherlock gave a signal with his eyes, and the four of them surrounded him.
A level 20 ranger NPC was no threat to them, not to mention that in Guvre's state, Tam's control of gravity directly suppressed the opponent in place.
In fact, Geoffrey did not resist. As his body left the rocking chair, the shadow under his feet slowly climbed up the wall, and then a terrifying face emerged from the shadow.
System prompt: You are affected by the terrifying appearance and the charm judgment is passed.
System prompt: You are affected by the evil eye, your physical fitness determination fails, and all basic attributes are reduced by 15%.
Sherlock didn't even see the other person's face clearly before two judgments jumped out.
"It seems to be the soul of the sea hag." Tam saw the origin of the other party at a glance, and then suddenly said: "I know."
As for what you know, you can only talk about it after dealing with the situation in front of you.
The gray-green phantom separated from the shadow threw itself into Guvry's body, and then a rough voice that seemed to be trying its best to imitate a female voice came out from the other party's mouth: "Otum, Autumn, Autumn."
Tum, Gefrey, Gerou, and all of you adventurers, you all only think about her."
"I am the real sea hag. It's me, Rann Pork, not that little bitch Autumn."
Hearing this crazy and vicious roar, Sherlock knew they had found the right person.
