Chapter 45 Abnormal Love Milk Candy

Charlotte Holmes once again showed her aristocratic and friendly smile that she had practiced for a long time in her childhood.

"Hello, is this Victor Feuerbach's house?"

"Yes, you are?"

Rose Feuerbach looked at the two strange visitors in front of the door, and her drooping triangular eyes inherited from her family were alert.

This made Watson recall the scene that night - Victor's eyes were still filled with astonishment and disbelief, staring blankly at the figure behind the gun smoke, and a touch of white blood mixed with turbidity flowed from his eyebrows.

He didn't feel guilty about it, that was the self-denial of a coward, and he hadn't felt such emotions for many, many years...

He was just wondering if the girl in front of him was also a member of the Flash Blade Cult, did she know that he had killed her brother, and did she intend to avenge him?

Then should he follow the rules of the prohibition in his heart - when the other party is intending to hurt me, he should break the restriction of not fighting and not killing, and strangle the threat in the cradle in advance.

But this Rose...does she know the hidden blood feud between me and her?

In Watson's opinion, the answer should be no. The other party did not show hatred and resentment at the first sight of him - this is not a negative emotion that can be easily controlled.

So the Flash Blade Cult has not had time to tell Victor's family about his death? Has it been busy hiding recently and has not found time?

The dark primitive self in Watson's heart, which was imprisoned and blocked by the heavy superego, sighed helplessly...It seems that I have to endure it a little longer.

Charlotte whispered: "You must be Rose, we are your brother's friends, and we often hear Victor mention you."

"You are your brother's friends!"

When Rose Feuerbach heard this, her originally dim eyes were about to shine.

"Where is my brother now?"

"Is my brother doing well now?"

"Does my brother eat on time now?"

"The weather has turned cold recently. Has my brother put on more clothes?"

"My brother..."

Rose said a lot of things. Her words were as short and fierce as a submachine gun that had not yet been released, which was hard to resist.

"Well-we actually..."

Charlotte hesitated. Facing the question of this innocent girl of the same age, she didn't know how to answer for a while.

Perhaps it was the arrival of a special period in her body recently, and the secretion of female hormones increased. Her weak sensibility that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly struggled to break free from the shackles of reason and temporarily occupied the peak of her thoughts.

Your brother is dead. We came here to investigate his connection with the terrorist cult-this answer would definitely make the other party despair. She really couldn't say it now. She turned her head and looked at her assistant for help.

Watson understood and put on a slightly awkward expression of worry that was enough to fool Rose but not Holmes - this could conceal his truly superb acting skills.

He seemed to be very worried and said:

"Miss Rose, we are as worried about Victor as you are - he has lost contact with us for several days. I heard that he has recently come into contact with some dangerous new friends. We are afraid that he will be instigated by those people and go on the wrong path."

"Have you learned about who Victor has come into contact with recently? Or where he often goes?"

He said with some exaggerated grief:

"We also hope to rescue Victor from those dangerous guys before he makes an irreparable mistake!"

Ah - Rose covered her mouth in surprise when she heard the news, but at the same time she recalled the huge sum of 20 pounds and a bag of their favorite milk candy that her brother secretly gave her when he returned home a few days ago.

At that time, Victor also vowed to her to take it with confidence, sister, brother has found a good job now, this is the reward from the boss to brother.

Just take it and buy some fashionable new clothes to dress yourself up. My sister is so beautiful, why is she dressed like an old lady in the countryside now... By the way, you have to hide this money well, don't let old Feuerbach find out and use it to buy wine.

Before leaving, my brother kissed her forehead and said that our lives will get better and better in the future! My brother will definitely let you live a good life like a noble lady!

Rose's eyes suddenly became wet, and tears rolled in them, trying not to fall... My brother really joined a gang and risked his life to exchange for money!

And all this is because of me, all for taking care of my sister!

Rose could no longer suppress her sadness, and cried out, turbid tears flowed out from the gaps between her fingers that were rough from years of hard work, and the falling tears left a mark on the back of her hand covered with dust and fine scars.

Watson still maintained a stiff and exaggerated expression, while Charlotte had already passed him and hugged the crying Rose to her, patting her back and comforting her softly.

"Rose!!!"

A roar came from Feuerbach's house, and a middle-aged bald fat man with a strong smell of alcohol staggered out.

"How many times have I told you? Don't cry in front of me like your damn bitch mother! You really don't learn your lesson!!!"

Old Feuerbach pulled out the belt around his waist, but fortunately his fat belly was enough to hold up his pants and didn't fall off.

He snapped his belt and was about to whip his annoying daughter, just like he had done for so many years.

But this time there was a cane blocking his belt, just like little Victor's outstretched arm that night!

Old Feuerbach was so angry that he seemed to see his unsatisfactory son again, the little Victor who dared to defy his great father!

His anger transferred to the unfamiliar injured person in front of him, and he waved his belt to beat him.

Watson certainly didn't take action out of sympathy or pity for Rose, he just didn't want this old drunkard to interfere with their work.

Moreover, after blocking this blow, he will definitely leave an initial good impression in the girl's mind, which will help the investigation work further.

He looked at the belt that was slowly swinging towards him. It was still stained with oil, sweat and dried wine.

He was thinking in his mind, did this meet the standard of exception to the prohibition?

Is the other party preparing to hurt himself... Yes, this is a fact that needs no doubt.

But whether the other party has violated the prohibition and killed compatriots during non-war times... It is not necessarily possible. From the current point of view, the other party is just an incompetent and furious domestic abuser.

Killing him would be like dirtying your hands.

The judgment process failed. Watson turned the cane that should have been stuck at the old Feuerbach's throat to block the belt, then hit the opponent's left ear with a little force, and then gently stabbed the diaphragm. .

What seemed like a serious blow to Watson was a series of brutal blows to this old alcoholic who had been drained of his health by drinking for a long time. His eardrum was directly perforated and his diaphragm was bleeding.

Old Feuerbach's legs were paralyzed and he knelt on the ground. There was a buzzing in his ears, and the noise seemed to be transmitted to his skull with the force. His brain was shaking and dizzy, and his internal organs seemed to be churning, making him sick. The feeling is gushing out with stomach acid, wine and black bread.

He fell into his own vomit, his cheek pressed against the cold floor and the foul-smelling gastric juice, and he seemed to be mumbling something.

Charlotte looked at the dirty old drunkard who fell to the ground with disgust, and gently helped Rose up who was squatting down and crying.

"Miss Rose, let's talk in another place."

And the old Feuerbach, who was crying with pain, could only kneel on the ground and watch his daughter and free maid leave, and walk into the gorgeous carriage illuminated by a ray of bright sunshine that rarely fell in London.