Dragons: Reboot the New World

Chapter 117 No.60 Sherlock Holmes in Three Acts

"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.

Nono turned around and saw that the hotel was gone.

"Go in and take a look?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"Yes." Nono walked up the steps in front of the door and was about to raise his hand to knock on the door. The thick carved wooden door opened by itself.

The house has two comfortable bedrooms and a large, airy living room, furnished to make you feel happy, and has two large windows, so that it 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 concentrating on his work.

"Are you Holmes?" Nono looked at him.

His features and appearance were characteristic enough to attract attention at first sight.

He is over 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, and his square and protruding jaw shows that he is a very perseverant person. .

"Sherlock Holmes." The man stood up and said, extending a hand in a gentlemanly manner. "What is the name of 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 here." Having fun in the Nibelungs."

"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, it is 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 down, combing her long dark red hair with her hands.

"Black tea? Or coffee?" Holmes did not answer, but turned and walked towards the kitchen. "I recommend black tea more, because I don't usually have the habit of drinking coffee, and caffeine blocks 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, one cup was placed in front of Nono, and the other cup was handed to Lu Mingfei with his hands, appearing very respectful.

"Please forgive my rudeness, Lord, I have my reasons for doing 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, his sharp eagle eyes shining brightly in the sun. "After you were usurped, Nidhogg did not kill us. , but He asked us to build a special kind of Nibelung that we would not be able to take even a step forward in our lives.”

"The rule of this Nibelungen is to investigate the case. Those who come in must solve the puzzle of the case before they can get out." He shrugged, "This is to prevent some people with ulterior motives from finding us and trying to unite our forces. Overthrow His rule.”

"Then how did you deal 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 constantly thinking 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," Holmes said, " This is what I have always pursued.”

"Some of the cases I solved in the UK were very interesting, and 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 actually solve the case."

"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 number one and you checked in on number two."

"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 are indeed checking in on the second floor. Maybe the overlap between the second and third floors has 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 piles 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 moved 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."

"Then Mr. Detective, tell us the correct answer." Nono said disdainfully, "We'll see."

"Let's start with the doubts you found."

"That's what I originally thought. Setting up women's wrestling would make you start to realize something was wrong, and you met my expectations."

"Then set up five more garbage dumps, but only four people exist. You should have gone to the remaining person who does not exist."

"But doesn't that garbage pile belong to Mr. Statham?" Nono asked with a frown.

"Setting up two overlapping spaces on the second and third floors is not to allow you to think about the truth from 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 one 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 the garbage pile..."

"The garbage pile does not belong to Mr. Statham, but to the murderer." Holmes said lightly, "Is it possible that Mr. Statham did not have a corresponding garbage pile in the first place." "How could..." Nono was incredulous. self-mumbling.

"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 not difficult to tell 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 that.”

"Young lovers, you also understand."

"Exclude those options, and the rest is the truth no matter how impossible it is. It's not that I'm making things difficult for you, but some obvious things that you just didn't notice." Holmes got up and went to the kitchen to make himself a cup of black tea, leaving Nono behind. 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 [-]nd, and the current time is... the [-]th."

"The boss lady 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 don't have to remember the day on the [-]rd, and they can naturally not remember 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 hotel guests have their own flaws?"

"The 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."

"Women who wear scantily clad clothes and work in special industries leave early and come back late. They come and go in a hurry and stay in hotels 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 could they find out about these people who can't even live a good life?" 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 cannot observe or think about what he observes, I think such a person must not understand his life very well."

"I think the human mind is like an empty attic, and you should put some furniture in it selectively."

"Only someone who doesn't know how to live will put in all the junk he encounters."

"In this way, the knowledge that is useful to him is squeezed out of space, and at most it is mixed with many other things."

"So when he wanted to use the knowledge, it was hard to find, or not 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 for 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 modest.

"Why did you pull us out early?" Lu Mingfei didn't really understand the previous reasoning, but this 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 you 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." Look at the world outside."

"Continue to be loyal to 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 choked again, "Do you think I, the first-generation species, can activate such a powerful word spirit at any time?"

(End of this chapter)