Chapter 807 Watson, I Need Your Help (Please Vote and Subscribe!!!)

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Sakaki Cheng and Deya walked on the muddy path, one foot at a time, one foot at a time, the kerosene lamp was drifting in the wind and rain, their leather boots were covered with wet mud, and the rain poured in along the open skirts of their clothes, the two of them were walking in a hurry, Head towards the manor on the top of the mountain.

The rain was too heavy and the already steep hillside was even more difficult to climb. In order to save time, Sakaki Cheng did not choose the main road, but climbed up the manor from the side path. This could save nearly twenty minutes.

Thunder and lightning flashed in the sky, and Sakaki's clothes were completely soaked, but his speed did not slow down and he climbed quickly.

The only one who can be said to be weird is Deya.

After crawling for a while, he complained endlessly and wished he could find a place to lie down on the spot. Only under Sakaki's coercion and inducement did he move forward with difficulty.

"I am a nobleman. I have never suffered like this."

Deya grumbled, grabbed a tree stick, and thrust it into the soil to steady himself.

How much did he want to lie comfortably by the stove and eat the fruit handed to him by the maid?

Ten minutes later, after a hard fight, Sakaki and Cheng finally climbed to the top of the mountain.

In front of him was the magnificent Baskerville Manor, which was a standard British building. Sakaki felt that he should be able to see a classical maid.

The iron fence was locked from the inside. Deya stood at the door and shouted loudly at the top of his lungs, but the sound was blown away by the wind and rain before it spread far.

"Back off."

Sakaki looked at the chain, took out the revolver from his arms, and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The broken chain hung down, and Sakaki pulled it out, threw it to the ground, and then pushed open the iron door.

"Isn't it good for us to invade so straightforwardly?"

Seeing that Sakaki acted simply and rudely, Deya couldn't help but shrink his neck:

"I heard that Lord Baskerville has a bad temper."

"I broke the door lock, what does it have to do with him?"

"But this is his door lock."

"That's easy, just pay him the money."

"Why?!"

Deya's eyes widened:

"You fired the gun, why should I pay for the damage?"

"Your godmother is my friend, is that enough?"

"Just pay it. After all, an iron lock doesn't cost much."

After thinking about it again and again, Deya decided that it was better not to argue with Sakaki over a broken iron rope.

The two quarreled, and with his bare hands, he was clearly no match for Sakaki Makoto, and it seemed he couldn't beat him even with a gun.

What if Sakaki was desperate and shot him?

Not worth it.

The two braved the wind and rain and finally arrived in front of the villa.

As the most famous nobleman in the town of Dartmoor, Lord Baskerville has a strong family background. Although he is not extremely wealthy, he is at least wealthy.

Even the door uses electric lights, how luxurious.

Deya stepped forward and knocked on the door with an envious look.

Boom, boom, boom!

Soon, footsteps were heard from behind the door, and a young maid in a black and white petticoat, who looked to be only 16 or 7 years old, opened the door.

Her eyes swept over Sakaki and Cheng, paused briefly, and said timidly:

"We don't want newspapers."

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Deya rolled his eyes and almost lost his breath:

"How can you tell that we look like newspaper sellers?!"

"We just paid the electricity bill yesterday."

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Sakaki Cheng looked at his clothes. After passing through the rain curtain, their clothes were completely soaked, and their shoes were covered with wet mud, like a drowned rat. They did not look like rich people, and the maid was too old. It's okay, it's normal to admit your mistake.

"Please inform Lord Baskerville and we will come to Mr. Sherlock Holmes."

".oh."

The maid nodded and closed the door with a click.

"Have you ever treated a guest like this?!"

Looking at the closed door, Deya was stunned for a moment and then burst out:

"Don't stop me, I will scold her to death today!"

"Keep your voice down, don't let people think we are here to rob."

"Boss, look at her attitude!"

"It's okay for her to ask the owner for instructions beforehand when dealing with strangers. Besides, I'm not your boss."

"Why not! You are my godmother's friend, and that is my elder. It's not too much to call me boss!"

"It's not a good thing to get too involved in the drama."

Deya's body trembled, and he immediately puffed up his chest, showing a loyal look:

"I'm sincere!"

Shaking his head, Sakaki dug around in his pocket and took out the cigarette case. He was about to take out one, but found that the cigarette was soaked and could not be smoked at all.

Just then

A silver iron box was held in front of him.

"Boss, smoke a cigar, this year's new product."

Sakaki took out a cigar from the box, without scissors, tore one end open with his bare hands, and lit it with the flame of a kerosene lamp.

After circling his mouth, Sakaki spit out the smoke, leaving a fragrant aroma in his mouth.

Good stuff.

Frowning his brows, Sakaki said nothing and stood quietly waiting.

A few minutes passed, and the door opened again, and it was the same young maid:

"Mr. Holmes invites you in."

Following the maid, the two walked into the villa.

Different from the cold outside world, there is a warmth in the villa. The walls are covered with valuable oil paintings. Sakaki even saw the original work of Picasso.

In The Hound of the Baskervilles, the elderly Sir Charles is dead, title wise.

Sir Charles, the deceased owner of Baskerville Manor, was a baronet, not as noble as Deya Moran.

But.

Deya also knew that now was not the time for him to show off his status.

When they arrived at the main hall, a young man who looked like Dr. Agasa was waiting for Sakaki and the others. Sakaki had seen him in the photo in Holmes' study. He was Watson.

In addition to Watson, there was a 30-year-old knight sitting by the stove. He had a mustache and behaved very elegantly.

"Gentlemen, please take a seat."

The 30-year-old knight stood up and greeted the guests:

"I am Henry Baskerville. What do you want from Mr. Holmes?"

Seeing him and looking at Watson again, Sakaki realized instantly.

Something seemed to have changed.

According to the "Detective Sherlock Holmes" written by Conan Doyle, after receiving the commission, Holmes met with Sir Henry and asked Watson to accompany Sir Henry back to the manor, while he hid in the seldom visited swamp, waiting to catch the murderer.

Judging from the current situation.

Holmes is obviously not in the manor, but hiding in the swamp not far from the cemetery.

"Sir?"

Watson stepped forward and asked:

"You seem to be unwell, sit down and warm yourself by the fire, we can talk slowly if you have anything to say."

"No, I'm afraid there is no time for leisurely conversation now."

Sakaki Cheng shook his head and said very seriously:

"Holmes is in danger now, Watson, I need your help."