Salomon is very happy, even if he is being pointed at his nose and questioned, he is also very happy. He likes smart people, and this candidate's keen observation and logical reasoning skills show the intelligence that a rational human being should have.
level. Compared to Stephen Strange, he prefers Sherlock Holmes because he is calm, rational, and has no religious beliefs (probably). As for antisocial personality, Salomon himself has been described in this way
passed, so he didn't care too much. However, before the final test was over, he could not take any action in favor of either side. He had to let the test on both sides continue.
"This is far-fetched, Mr. Holmes," he said. "Couldn't I be waiting for you to return to the apartment because I was asking the owner of the café downstairs for information? I don't think my financial level has anything to do with Elinor.
We haven't contacted her for a long time, and I don't care about her. But she is my relative after all, and I can't let her lie in the morgue of the police station like this. This is not family affection but responsibility."
"He's right, Sherlock." The vigilant Watson relaxed for a moment, and then took Salomon's side again, "Maybe you encountered a very strange case today, but that doesn't mean that everyone is.
Very suspicious."
"I never guess, but what you said makes sense. Let me hear what you want to say." Sherlock Holmes nodded, seeming to easily accept Salomon's statement. This made Watson very puzzled.
, my roommate is a very stubborn guy, why is he so easy to talk to this time?
Salomon felt that he should be more careful, so he planned to find an opportunity to return to the scene of the crime to see if there was anything that would remind Holmes of him. As for the Scotland Yard policemen surrounding the scene, Salomon assured them that they
Nothing could be seen, nothing could be heard, and no one would be able to find the little gift he had prepared for the candidate before Holmes did.
The questions asked by the detective can be roughly divided into the victim's family relationships, interpersonal relationships, and past experiences. Salomon has done his homework, and his memory allows him to respond fluently to the questions raised by Holmes. But for some questions that are not stated in the file
When it came to questions, or some more personal questions, Salomon did not add any extraneous details. Instead, he sincerely answered that he did not know the details, but had only heard something mentioned by someone.
Another thirty minutes passed before Mrs. Hudson saw the tall, strong visitor tiptoeing nimbly across the steps like a big tiger. Behind him was John Watson, and they were talking in hushed tones.
The landlady, who had been waiting at the stairs and was worried about a quarrel breaking out upstairs, suddenly relaxed. While stepping lightly on the old wooden steps, Salomon turned back to Watson and said, "But I can't do it."
You have provided more clues. I don’t know much about her life. The police must know more than me. I just heard that the cause of her death was very strange. No matter what, all the mysteries must be solved by him. Ah.
, Mrs. Hudson. I dare to pat my chest and guarantee that there is no black tea that can compare with yours in the entire city of London."
"Thank you, sweet-tongued young man." A smile broke out on the landlady's wrinkled face, "You can be more considerate of that annoying guy upstairs. Watson, don't look at me like this, you should take good care of him. Yesterday, I said
Someone heard him shooting in the room, do you know what the neighbors would say!"
"I believe Mr. Holmes must have his own reasons for doing this." Salomon said perfunctorily, "Please allow me to go ahead. Mr. Watson, I have already booked a hotel, so I won't bother you. Thank you for your help.
Black tea and cookies, I will definitely visit again if I have the chance, Mrs. Hudson."
"Look, this is a lovable young man." After Salomon left, the landlady said to the helpless Watson without hesitation, "I will be relieved when Holmes can be like this young man.
"
"He is very suspicious," Sherlock Holmes said. When Watson walked back to the living room, he found him huddled in the soft chair, staring straight at the place where his client had sat, holding a
Cell phone. "I didn't tell all my doubts because I thought his close combat ability might be better than ours, and my pistol was not loaded yet."
"Because you spent all your bullets yesterday."
"Mrs. Hudson must have told you. But your old cane is still stuck in the umbrella stand, but I think he is closer to the umbrella stand than us. All in all, this client feels quite wrong to me. This is not intuition
, but observation and reasoning. This matter is not that simple. The client still has many secrets that he has not told us." Sherlock Holmes asked, "Do you remember where his taxi went after he went out?
I know you haven't paid attention to it, so I have arranged for an informant to follow him. After a while, we will know what is wrong with him."
Watson sat down on the soft chair opposite with full of questions, and there was silence in the air. Whenever he wanted to ask something, Sherlock Holmes's eyes would tell him that the soul of his cohabitant was not here.
Instead, he was rummaging around in the maze of his memory. Suddenly, the cell phone that Holmes was holding rang, and the private detective was brought back to the world. Gu
"Ha...as expected!"
"What's the problem?" Watson asked quickly.
Holmes raised his head and looked at Watson meaningfully, "He is gone."
"What do you mean?" Watson's eyes widened, "What do you mean missing?"
"He just disappeared suddenly, Watson. He didn't book a hotel room, but went to a restaurant near the crime scene, and then disappeared." Sherlock Holmes showed an excitement that could be contagious to others. He jumped from the soft chair
He got up and walked around the small living room excitedly, "I feel like I am getting closer to the mystery, Watson. I have figured out the shape of the mystery, but there is still a layer of smoke hanging over it. I have to confirm, we
Walk!"
"Where are you going?" Before Watson could react, a coat and a loaded revolver were stuffed into his arms. "This is my gun! How did you get it?"
The detective did not answer such boring questions.
"Go to the crime scene. I am bound by common sense. I am bound by my own imagination." Holmes narrowed his eyes, clenched his fists, and almost jumped down the stairs, making a loud noise.
The loud noise made Mrs. Hudson rush out in annoyance without even taking off her apron. However, Holmes had no time to take care of the landlady's mood. He had more important things to do. "Maybe we can go faster.
You’ll also meet some people there.”
Salomon walked into a small rental house. There were no lights in the house, and the only window was tightly sealed with wooden boards. Only a small amount of damp gray sunlight could shine in through the gaps. The fine dust was in the stinking air.
It was flying slowly. He carefully checked the gift he left in the corner of the room, the half-dead vampire - this unlucky guy was used by Salomon after drinking human blood with a silver stake engraved with exorcism runes.
Nailed on the cross. Its lower body had been crushed into a pile of rotten flesh. The vampire's regeneration ability was inhibited by the silver stake, leaving it in eternal pain.
It watched in horror as Salomon approached. It could not scream because its tongue and throat had been pulled out.
The mystic, who was more cruel than a vampire, ignored its fear and carefully examined its physical condition to estimate whether the idiot could survive until the detective discovered the truth.
The job of capturing vampires is not troublesome, and this is not the first time Salomon has captured a vampire. He found this idiot in the bar toilet. It was the culprit who killed poor nightclub dancer Elinor, but Salomon
He did not kill it completely, but used it as a tool to enlighten Holmes to see a wider world.