"I'm not happy when you say that." Someone said outside the door. It was a cold, low male voice that sounded uncomfortable.
"Huh? Are you finally willing to show up?" Nono raised his eyebrows playfully, "I want to see who you are."
With that said, she walked to the door and turned the door handle.
The door opened, and both of them felt a sense of trance, and then they found themselves standing in front of 221 Baker Street.
When Nono turned around, the hotel was gone.
"Go in and take a look?" Lu Mingfei asked.
"Yeah." Nono walked up the steps in front of the door and was about to raise his hand to knock on the door. The heavy withered wooden door opened by itself.
The house has two comfortable bedrooms and a large and airy living room, furnished to make people feel happy, and there are two large windows, so that the house is full of light and bright.
It looks a little different from the Sherlock Holmes Museum in the 21st century.
There was only one person in the room. He was sitting in front of a table far away, with a pipe in his mouth, leaning on the table and working attentively.
"Are you Sherlock Holmes?" Nono looked him up and down.
His appearance and appearance are very distinctive and are enough to attract attention at first sight.
He is more than six feet tall, and his body is unusually thin, so he looks extra tall and has sharp eyes. His slender aquiline nose makes his appearance look particularly alert and decisive. His square and protruding jaw shows that he is a very perseverant person.
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"Sherlock Holmes." The man stood up and said, extending a hand in a gentlemanly manner. "What is your name for this young lady?"
"Chen Motong, or Nono, but I prefer others to call me Nono." Nono did not shake hands with him, but glanced at him coldly, "Mr. Holmes is so majestic. He kept us in Nibo
Playing around in the dragon root."
"There is a reason for me to do this." Holmes smiled calmly, not angry, and retracted his hand naturally, "What's more, your reasoning is not right, or in other words, not entirely right, only the relatively small ones.
Part of it."
"Then I'll ask you, the organizer, to explain it to me." Nono mocked, pulling out a chair and sitting on her own, combing her long dark red hair with her hands.
"Black tea? Or coffee?" Holmes did not answer, but turned towards the kitchen, "I prefer black tea, because I don't usually have the habit of drinking coffee, and it will block my brain from thinking."
"Black tea."
"Um...I want black tea too!" Lu Mingfei shouted towards the kitchen.
Holmes quickly brought out two cups of black tea, placing one cup in front of Nono, and handing the other cup to Lu Mingfei with both hands, looking very respectful.
"Please forgive my rudeness, Lord, I have a reason why I have to do this," he said.
"Uh... I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Lu Mingfei scratched his head and took the black tea, "What's the reason?"
"Because we used to follow you." He sat down, picked up his pipe and smoked it, his sharp eagle eyes shining brightly in the sun. "After you were usurped, Nidhogg did not kill us.
, but she asked us to build some kind of special Nibelung, and we will not be able to take a single step in it for the rest of our lives."
"The rules of this Nibelungen are exploration. Those who come in must solve the puzzle of the piece before they can get out." He shrugged, "This is to prevent some people with ulterior motives from finding us and trying to unite us.
power to overthrow her rule.”
"Then how did you get involved with Conan Doyle in the first place?" Lu Mingfei was puzzled.
"I used some kind of projection." He took another puff on his pipe. "After all, living here is too boring. My brain needs some stimulation."
"I like to think. Only by thinking constantly can I feel that I am truly alive. A person who is good at observation will get a lot if he observes and thinks about the things he comes into contact with accurately and systematically," said Holmes.
This is what I have always pursued.”
"Some of the crimes I solved in the UK were very interesting.
I miss that time too." He seemed to be sighing, "And Conan Doyle is a friend worth making."
"It's just that your detective game script doesn't seem to work very well." Nono drank tea.
"How should I put it?" Holmes put down his pipe, "This time I broke the rules and pulled you out."
"Because you didn't really break it."
"Why?" Nono asked unconvinced, "If you follow my reasoning, basically all the circumstances of the entire case from beginning to end can be restored."
"A fatal error." Holmes shook his head. "There is a change in time. That is true, but it is not caused by the change in time. You also did not witness the entire process of Mr. Statham's murder."
"what is that?"
"For example, Mr. Statham died on No. 1, and you checked in on No. 2."
"This is impossible!" Nono slapped the table, "If we really only checked in on the second day, and not the day before Mr. Statham died, how could the landlady say that we had checked in for three days?"
"Listen to me." Holmes coughed a few times, "You did check in on the second floor. Maybe the overlap between the second and third floors caused you to misunderstand."
"First of all, the woman tripped for no reason at the stairs on the third floor. This is the first suspicion you found. It's very good."
"The second suspicion is that there are five garbage dumps in the open space downstairs, but only four corresponding people appeared at the dining table."
"Third point, you thought you met Mr. Statham, who was supposed to be dead, on the second day you checked in."
"I have to admire your reasoning ability, Miss Nono. Just based on these three small problems, you can come to a set of self-consistent conclusions, which is to attribute everything to changes in time."
"But it's a pity..." Holmes narrowed his eyes, "Being logically consistent does not mean it is correct."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Well, Mr. Detective, please tell us the correct answer." Nono said disdainfully, "We will wait and see."
"Let's start with the doubts you found."
"That's what I originally thought. Setting up women's wrestling would make you realize something was wrong, and you met my expectations."
"Then we set up five garbage dumps, but there are only four people there. You should have gone to find the remaining person who doesn't exist."
"But doesn't that garbage pile belong to Mr. Statham?" Nono asked with a frown.
"The purpose of setting up two overlapping spaces on the second and third floors is not to allow you to think about the truth based on the direction of time changes." Holmes ignored Nono and continued to talk to himself, "It is to follow what I said before.
, looking for the person who doesn’t exist.”
"The Mr. Statham you met is the murderer pretending to be a murderer, not the real Mr. Statham."
"You originally proposed the idea that "it's not really Mr. Statham", but unfortunately you didn't follow this idea firmly."
"There should be six in that garbage pile..."
"The garbage dump does not belong to Mr. Statham, but to the murderer." Holmes said nonchalantly, "Is it possible that Mr. Statham does not have a corresponding garbage pile in the first place."
"How could..." Nuonuo muttered to himself in disbelief.
"Actually, it's a very simple detail. You just need to ask the landlady how many days Mr. Statham has stayed."
"The answer is, only two days."
"And you have also gone to see Mr. Statham's original room. The room is clean and tidy. It is easy to see that he is a person with good living habits. He has no bad habits and naturally produces less garbage."
"You are right about a scantily clad woman. She works in a special industry, and special industries naturally have special garbage, dirty clothes, used cosmetics, etc..."
"Fat men drink alcohol and eat too much. I don't need to say more about this."
"Young lovers, you also understand."
"If you eliminate those options, the rest can't possibly be the truth. It's not me.
I'm trying to embarrass you, but it's something obvious that you didn't notice." Holmes got up and went to the kitchen to make himself a cup of black tea, leaving Nono thinking hard at the table.
"The murderer...where is he hiding? And why did he talk to us without us remembering it?" Nono asked two questions.
"Hidden on the second floor." Holmes brought back a cup of black tea and took a sip. "That's why I set up two overlapping spaces."
"As for why you talked to him but don't remember it, this can be explained by the change in time."
"You checked in on the 2nd, and the current time is... the 4th."
"What the boss lady said is right, you mistakenly thought that only one day had passed, but in fact it has been two days."
"Then why don't others remember that there is such a person as the murderer?"
"And why is it that only the murderer discovered this overlapping space and took advantage of it?" Nono asked again.
"The human brain is a very strange thing." Holmes shrugged, "You can forget the day on the 3rd, and they can naturally forget the murderer and forget the fact that Mr. Statham has been killed."
"As for why only the murderer discovered this space..."
"Don't you realize that all the guests in the hotel have their own flaws?"
"My observation skills are very good, Miss Nono, but there is obviously a reason why I set these residents as distractions."
"Fat man, one of the conclusions you draw is that you live a casual, slovenly life and have a bad temper."
"A scantily clad woman works in a special industry. She leaves early and comes home late. She comes and goes in a hurry and stays in the hotel for few hours a day."
"Catherine and her boyfriend are in love, they only have eyes for each other and don't care about anything else."
"What I want to say is..." Holmes leaned forward and stared into Nono's eyes, "Why did they find out?"
"How come these people who can't even live a good life find out?" He asked again.
Nuonuo remained silent and didn't speak.
Holmes picked up the black tea and drank it all in one gulp, "Of course I have no way of finding out."
"As I said before, if a person lives in this world and doesn't know how to observe or think about what he observes, I think such a person must not understand much about his life."
"I think the human mind is like an empty attic, and some furniture should be put in it selectively."
"Only someone who doesn't know how to live will put all the junk he encounters into his house."
"In this way, the knowledge that is useful to him is squeezed out and has no place to put it. At most, it is just mixed with many other things."
"Therefore, when he wanted to use the knowledge, it was difficult to find it, or he couldn't find it at all."
"A person who understands life is indeed very careful when he chooses to put something into his little attic-like brain."
"For example, I don't bring anything with me except the tools that are useful in my work, and these tools are all available and organized."
"If you think that the walls of this small attic are elastic and can be expanded and contracted at will, you are wrong. One day, when you add new knowledge, you will forget what you were familiar with before."
"The most important thing is, don't let some useless knowledge occupy your brain." Holmes tapped his temple, "And those residents obviously didn't do what I said."
"I understand." Nono lay down on the chair in frustration, "Admit defeat, Mr. Detective, I admit defeat."
"That's a strong statement." Holmes looked very humble.
"Why did you pull us out early?" Lu Mingfei didn't really understand the previous reasoning, but it didn't stop him from chatting with Holmes with interest.
"Because your friend is going to be in danger, and there is no time to continue playing this detective game now."
"What? Senior brother and junior sister are in danger?" Lu Mingfei's body suddenly tensed up.
"Don't be nervous, it's just about to happen, not already." Holmes remained as calm as before.
"It scared me to death." Lu Mingfei muttered, "You can obviously pull us out, why are we still trapped in this Nibelung?"
"I didn't say I couldn't get out." Holmes smiled, "I can actually go out all the time, it just depends on whether I want to."
"There is a world and people I am familiar with here. Why should I go out?"
"But it's different now. You're back." He stood up, walked to the clothes rack and put on the coat that Lu Mingfei was so familiar with, and also put on a deerstalker hat. "I have a reason to go out, and it's time to go out."
Let’s take a look at the outside world.”
"Continue to serve me?" Lu Mingfei asked, touching his chin.
"Continue to serve you." Holmes saluted.
"Okay, now help me find the "shield" first."
"..." Holmes seemed to be choked, and after a long time he said, "Do you know that even if I am the owner of the complete speech spirit of the "Eye of God", there are restrictions on how I can activate it?"
"Why?" Lu Mingfei scratched his head, "Shouldn't it be like in the TV series, where you take a photo with a magnifying glass and come out with a whoosh?"
"..." Holmes was choked again, "Do you think I, the first-generation species, can activate such a powerful word spirit at any time?"