The two women put away their smiles, and when they heard the refusal in Zhang Sen's words, the two of them put their heads together and muttered again.

Zhang Sen had no interest in what they said, anyway, it was only a two-day journey, and when they arrived in the city of Jozah, they would not have a chance to see each other again, and each other's opinions were completely unimportant.

The carriage stopped and stopped, and finally stopped in a small town, and it was very dangerous to continue walking at night, so tonight was spent in this town.

The name of this town is Angmao Town, which used to be a post station, but later there were more people from Whitefish City to Jozah City, and it gradually became a small town.

It can be said that this town is dependent on the merchants who come and go to make a living, and taverns, casinos, inns, and post stations are almost all of the town.

After agreeing to leave tomorrow, Zhang Sen took his bags and found a relatively clean hotel to live in.

When night falls, the town is very lively, those merchants and passers-by who go to Jozah from Whitefish City, those merchants and passers-by who go from Josa City to Whitefish City, are having fun in this small town, this is their place of fun.

The tavern dancers don't mind spending the night with the passing high rollers, as long as they are willing to give generously.

Even the glamorous proprietress in the tavern can hook up, as long as you give enough money, the boss will turn a blind eye, and will even set the wind for the guests, listen to the jingle of gold coins, and smoke a cigarette beautifully.

Zhang Sen sat by the window and looked at the street downstairs, and all the pedestrians appeared in front of him.

There were drunken merchants stumbling back to the inn with the help of a few servants, ragged men with bows and arrows hurrying towards Whitefish City, as if they were not planning to spend the night in the town, and merchants with a few unclothed women, who seemed to be negotiating the price with the owner of the tavern.

At this time, Zhang Sen saw two women in the same car, who were pestering a personable man.

The man was wearing a tuxedo, which is a gentleman's favorite nowadays, and in fact, in the kingdom of Sauklu, tuxedos are as common as we wear suits now, and most men with a little money will buy one or more sets of tuxedos.

He was armed with a cane, a monocle with gold thread in his right eye, and a common jazz hat on top of his head.

Zhang Sen can roughly judge by the man's clothing that this man is not poor, but it is difficult to say how rich he is, after all, there are actually a lot of liars in these years, and there was a liar in the Kingdom of Dangkelu who pretended to be the son of an earl and successfully deceived a rich man's daughter.

He watched as the two women dragged the man into a hotel, estimating that a fierce war would break out between the three of them tonight.

There was nothing to say all night, and in the early morning of the next day, Zhang Sen was woken up by two extremely sharp voices.

He was sensitive to sounds, especially the ones he had heard, and there was no doubt that the scream was the woman who was in the same car before.

Although he was a little unhappy, he still quickly washed and tidied up, and then came to the hotel where the woman was staying.

When he arrived, it was already overcrowded, except that most people were not allowed to enter the inn, and several members of the security team had already set up a cordon.

"What's going on?" Zhang Sen asked a tall and thin man next to him.

The tall and thin man replied, "Something's wrong, I heard that Sherlock Holmes, a great writer who has been in the limelight lately, has been killed in this hotel." ”

"Uh......"

When Zhang Sen heard this name, he didn't know what to say for a while, the detectives were all killed, so who would solve the case?

Of course, he just thought about it, and needless to say, he also knew that it was just the same name, not really the same person, after all, the deceased was a great writer, not a great detective.

"The woman who just screamed was in the same car as me, I wonder if I can get in?" Zhang Sen thought for a moment and asked the members of the security team.

The members of the security team were stunned for a moment, and then said, "Wait a minute, the captain is now investigating the scene." ”

"I'm Conan Sherlock, can I go in?" At this time, the tall and thin man spoke.

The members of the security team immediately perked up and immediately nodded: "Mr. Sherlock, of course you can go in, please come in!" ”

"This is my friend, if you can, please let him come along, maybe it can help the case!" Sherlock spoke again.

Apparently the vigilantes had become complete responders, and Sherlock nodded in agreement to whatever he said.

The two walked into the hotel and went straight to the second floor.

"Who let you in?"

As soon as they went upstairs, they were greeted by a big man who looked to be in his forties, with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

Zhang Sen looked at Sherlock, Sherlock once again reported his identity, and the big man seemed to know the man's identity, so he agreed to the other party to investigate the scene.

"Mr. Sherlock, are you a detective?" Zhang Sen asked at this time.

Sherlock shook his head and said, "No, I'm a doctor, although more people like to think of me as a detective these days. ”

The two walked into the room, and the woman in the same car with Zhang Sen was hiding her body with her clothes, but because she couldn't put it on, she revealed a large piece of white pork belly.

They were all terrified, with tears on their faces, and they looked pitiful.

Zhang Sen looked at the double bed, and then frowned slightly, because the bed exuded an unpleasant smell, and even had a strong smell of urine, it was estimated that someone was scared to pee.

Finally, he set his eyes on the corpse, the suave man last night has now become very terrifying, if I have to describe it, I can probably only use 'human doing' to describe the current man.

He looked at the two women, and couldn't help but make a smacking sound, this is also too capable, he actually sucked a good young writer alive, this is no longer as simple as sitting on the ground and sucking soil.

Well, that's just his teasing......

In fact, he could see at a glance that Sherlock Holmes should have been killed by some kind of strange monster, at least this way of dying was definitely not an ordinary way of dying, unless these two women were hiding very deeply, in fact, they were pharmacists or strange monsters, otherwise it had little to do with them.

"The water in the body is sucked dry, but the components in the blood are retained in the body, and it is very pure water absorption...... It's kind of like what Sadako Mizu's doing. Sherlock stood up and spoke.

Zhang Sen was curious: "What is Mizusadako?" ”

"It's a strange thing, it usually exists in desert areas, and it can absorb water in a large area, but once Mizusadako reaches an area with plenty of water, it often dies of water poisoning because it absorbs too much water, so it shouldn't be common in this kind of place." Sherlock explained.

Zhang Sen nodded and said, "I understand, then the murderer must be some people, they isolated Shui Sadako, brought it to this town, and then used Shui Sadako to kill the deceased, creating this strange way of death." ”

"We can't jump to conclusions for the time being, we still need to know more details." Sherlock said unhurriedly.

He walked up to the two women and said, "Two, now is your last chance to prove your innocence, can you tell me what happened last night?" ”

"I said, I said, we saw him sitting alone in the tavern yesterday and drinking, so we went up and struck up a conversation, and he was very generous to give me and Anne ten gold coins, and then we talked a lot, and finally ...... Let's come to this hotel together......" The plump woman immediately spoke, but in the end she also felt a little embarrassed, after all, this kind of thing is nothing in private, and it will be embarrassing in front of the public.

Sherlock asked, "Then do you know he's Sherlock Holmes?" ”

"Yes, he told me the name." The plump woman nodded.

Sherlock shook his head and said, "You don't know, Mr. Holmes is still a great writer, and his "Sheep Fat Girl" is a very classic work. ”

"I'm sorry, but I don't like to read." The busty woman said ashamedly that she really didn't know that Holmes had such an identity.

Sherlock looked at the slender woman again, but the slender woman was obviously more frightened than the plump woman, her eyes were glazed, and she was obviously about to collapse with fright, if she was intimidated at this time, it was estimated that the other party was likely to become the walking dead.

"How?" Zhang Sen asked when he saw Sherlock coming back.

Sherlock shook his head and said, "There's not much useful information. ”

Next, the two visited the owner and staff of the hotel, as well as other guests, but there was still not much information collected, except for the two women's voices last night, there seemed to be nothing special.

At this time, the captain of the vigilante brought back a young man, who was one of Holmes' retinue, and his name was Doyle.

"Mr. Holmes, who has not been inspired by his recent writing, decided to go out for a walk, and I was the only one with him, but yesterday he said that he wanted to relax, so I stayed at the hotel and waited for him." Doyle winced a little, looking very frightened, and when the captain of the vigilante asked him about Sherlock Holmes, he immediately replied.

Zhang Sen looked like he was about to cry and asked, "Does Mr. Holmes have any enemies?" ”

"No, Sir is a very good person, except when he writes, he is irritable because he is not inspired, and he is a very gentle person at other times." Doyle immediately shook his head.

Sherlock looked at Doyle and said lightly: "Mr. Holmes is very irritable when he writes without inspiration, so he will use you to vent his anger, and you have a grudge in your heart, so you killed Mr. Holmes, right?" ”

"No, no, it's not me!" Dalton cried out in horror, his hands swinging wildly.

Sherlock looked at Doyle and said, "If I wasn't there, you really wouldn't be suspected, but it's a pity that I'm here, and what you're doing can't escape my eyes at all." ”

"I ...... I...... Actually, I'm his son, but he never treated me as a human being, and yesterday he punched and kicked me again because he couldn't write it......" Doyle tried to quibble, but opened his mouth, and finally bowed his head with resentment.

Zhang Sen was stunned throughout the whole process, ah, has the case been solved?

But why is this process so watery, Sherlock hasn't even come up with conclusive evidence, why did this melon baby blow himself up?

He suddenly had a faint sense of disobedience.