Chapter 812 Unexpected Visitors (Please Vote and Subscribe!!!)

"Are all demons masters of psychology?"

On the way to the top of the mountain, Kidd suddenly asked:

"I feel like you are like a demon now, but without the horns on your head."

"Swearing is not a good habit."

"I wasn't swearing, I was just telling the truth."

"Tsk"

Clicking his tongue, Sakaki glared at him:

"Did I do something?"

"The anger that has been suppressed for a long time will explode one day sooner or later. The sooner it explodes, the less negative impact it will have."

"I'm helping him."

"Strong words."

"That's right if you say so."

Shrugging his shoulders, Sakaki no longer discussed the devil's whispers with Kidd.

Everyone jumped onto a wooden bridge again and came to the backside near the top of the mountain. From here, they could overlook most of the swamp, and even Baskerville Manor in the distance could be seen.

Here, too, there is a stone house.

The stone house was pitch black, completely blending in with the night. The moss all over it was so delicate and green that no matter how you looked at it, it didn't look like it was inhabited.

However.

Watson walked forward and knocked on the door.

No response.

The next second, Watson opened the door and raised the kerosene lamp to illuminate the dark and damp room.

In the messy stone house, a few blankets were wrapped in a rainproof cloth and laid flat on a wide stone slab. At the head of the bed, there was a rough, circular pit surrounded by stones. There were some unburned stones in the pit. The charcoal was still burning with sparks, and there were some kitchen utensils, half a bucket of water, and a mess of empty cans on the table next to it.

There are various signs that

There are people living here.

"It's just like what's written in the book."

Conan looked at the room in surprise and said excitedly:

"This must be where Holmes lives!"

"Look!"

Sawada Hongshu found a notebook on the table, on which he scrawled in pencil:

"Dr. Watson has been to Coombe Tracy."

"Yes, it is indeed Holmes's handwriting."

Watson nodded, and couldn't find a place to stay for a while. He could only place the two shotguns on his shoulders in the corner, then picked up a few remaining pieces of firewood and threw them into the bonfire:

"It's strange. It's raining so hard. Where would Holmes go if he didn't stay in the house?"

Sakaki checked the stone house. The dusty house was covered with clear footprints, and one row of footprints led directly to the stone bed.

So Sakaki walked to the stone bed, touched the blanket, and found that there was still a faint warmth on it, and he immediately made a judgment:

"Holmes is nearby."

As soon as he finished speaking, footsteps sounded outside the stone house.

"Watson, I was wondering when you would come."

The other party had already guessed the identities of Sakaki and the others before he even got close to the stone house. His tone was a bit frivolous, as if he was talking to a friend:

"It's raining so hard, I don't know if you brought an umbrella, otherwise everyone will become a drowned rat."

Under Conan's excited gaze, a thin figure appeared outside the stone house. He took off his dripping deerstalker hat, revealed a handsome face, and said with a smile:

"First time we meet, I am Sherlock Holmes. I have been waiting here for a long time."

"He is indeed Sherlock Holmes."

Deya whispered in Sakaki's ear:

"I've met him, but why did he say he'd be waiting for a long time? It's obvious that he didn't know Professor Moriarty's plan at all."

"A person as smart as him would definitely be alert."

Sakaki responded calmly:

"He has been dealing with Professor Moriarty for more than a day or two. They are very familiar with each other."

Sherlock Holmes, the god of detectives who lives in novels, is a man known as the light of the times.

Meeting on the first day of junior high school

Sakaki Makoto discovered that the other party looked exactly like Kudo Yusaku. He had already expected this. After all, Watson was modeled after Dr. Agasa. Then he thought about it, and Kudo Yusaku was the prototype of Sherlock Holmes. Nothing more than normal.

but.

Unlike the mild-mannered Kudo Yusaku, Holmes in the game has a better temperament, his eyes are full of confidence, and he has a sense of sharpness.

"Holmes, it's great that you're okay!"

Watson hurriedly stepped forward:

"This is Mr. Sakaki and his friends. They told me that Professor Moriarty is going to attack you, so I am here to protect your safety."

"Watson, don't be so nervous. Before we talk about things, I want to have a glass of wine to warm up."

Holmes raised the red wine in his hand, not knowing where he got it from:

"Please sit down, everyone. Although there are no chairs, I think there is a way to solve it."

Conan ran up to him with admiration on his face, and was so excited that Takagi Wataru possessed him:

"Holmes, I am your fan, can you sign your autograph for me?"

"Of course, but please wait while I have a drink."

As he spoke, Holmes sat down on the slate bed, skillfully grabbed a wooden cup from the table, pulled out the cork, poured red wine into the cup, and drank it all in one gulp.

Then, he took out the pencil from his arms, wrote "Sherlock Holmes" on the notebook, tore it off, and handed it to Conan.

The movements were done in one go, it was obviously not the first time.

"Strictly speaking, Professor James Moriarty is half my teacher, because I received his guidance when I was young and entered Christ Church College in Oxford, just like this friend lying in the cart."

Holmes glanced at Jack the Ripper and said meaningfully:

"You must be wondering how I knew that Professor Moriarty was going to harm me, right?"

"It's actually very simple. Professor Moriarty has a spy around me, and I also have a friend around him. Well, to be precise, the other party is my junior, with the same skin color as you."

"He told me Professor Moriarty's plan and asked me to be careful. Oh, by the way, he is outside. Why don't you come in? You should be happy to see your companions in a foreign country."

Boom!

Amidst the lightning and thunder, a square-faced middle-aged man who looked about 30 years old walked into the stone house. He was wearing a standard kimono, with a long knife on his waist, and his eyes were sharp.

"Senior Holmes, I've already said that Professor Moriarty must not know about this."

"What does it matter? They are sworn enemies of Professor Moriarty and will never betray you."

Holmes said with a smile:

"Introduce yourself to everyone."

The square-faced young man looked at Makoto Sakaki and the others who looked confused, hesitated for a moment, bowed deeply, and said in standard Japanese:

"Nice to meet you. My name is Karasuma Renya, I'm an international student from Japan, I'm 31 years old this year, please give me your guidance."