RNP Chapter 727 (4k) Holmes was kicked out of his home
Chapter 727 (4k) Holmes was kicked out of his home
Chapter 727 (4k) Holmes was kicked out of his home
{Loved}, {Looked for Lanxiang}, {Heard of Amway}...
Under the stunned gaze of the little Corgi, Martin just typed a read reply and quickly wrote one reply letter after another.
And it’s all written in Japanese, as if he was afraid that the little Corgi wouldn’t understand what he was writing!
"Woof! Woo-woof woof woof! Ao ao ao! (Stop! These are the thoughts of Sherlock Holmes fans from all over the world! Don't defile them!)"
The barking little Corgi Martin naturally didn't take it seriously. Xiaolan held it tightly. Unless Xiaolan also rebelled, the little Corgi would not bite him.
At this moment, Holmes Martin raised his eyelids to his side because two shadows covered him.
The staff learned about the "moving wax figure on the sofa" from the two frightened girls on the second floor, then went downstairs and followed the sound of the dog barking. They quickly locked onto the Coser tourist sitting on the sofa, and when they got closer, they found that the guy had privately opened the fan letters and scribbled on them.
Needless to say, Mr. Holmes was kicked out of his "home".
When being carried out by two big men, Martin still struggled and yelled: "Baga...Asiba! Baga ya Lusmita!"
And Xiaolan was also politely asked to leave because of the little Corgi's screaming.
Martin looked down at the little Corgi with his eyes slanted: Are you satisfied?
The little Corgi looked up at Martin with squinted eyes: Are you satisfied?
Afterwards, Xiaolan took the little Corgi to the Sherlock Holmes souvenir shop next door, which was right below the museum's study. The stall owner was an old man who was about 60 years old. He was also wearing a Sherlock Holmes costume, but it was not the same style as Martin's. After all, it was impossible for Sherlock Holmes to have only one piece of clothing in his wardrobe.
"What souvenirs should I bring for Shinichi? Postcards? Badges? What do you think Shinichi would like, 'Shinichi'?" Xiaolan said pretentiously, as if she was asking for a dog's opinion when choosing souvenirs for a friend: "Will Shinichi like this cup with a head on it?"
"Ah! Ah! Ah! (ALL! ALL! ALL!)" The little Corgi waved his front paws to show that he wanted them all, and gave me three of each! One for Shinichi, one for Conan, and one for the dog!
"Eh? You mean Shinichi doesn't want anything? Well, I believe you."
"Woo... (Don't learn from Martin...)"
The other four also thought it was boring and left quickly. After all, there was only a small study room that was crowded with furniture, and then a few Victorian bedrooms, which smelled like a prop room in a movie studio. As for the wax figures on the third floor, they could not recognize any other characters except Sherlock Holmes.
Maori Kogoro walked back and complained to Martin: "It seems that they are going to put up a sign in English, Japanese and Korean..."
"Koreans speak Chinese when they get into trouble abroad, Chinese speak Japanese when they get into trouble abroad, and Japanese speak Korean when they get into trouble abroad." Martin spread his hands and said, "This is the tacit understanding among everyone."
"So you pretended to be a Japanese trying to speak Korean, right?" Maori Kogoro rolled his eyes at first, then thought about it seriously, his eyes sharpened: "Teach me a few words of Korean, it won't be easy to hear."
Martin thought for a moment and said, "Uncle, just say: If the front wheel doesn't turn, the back wheel will turn. Remember to speak faster."
Maori Kogoro: "Slow down a bit."
Suddenly, I heard a little boy arguing with the security guard nearby.
"Don't be ridiculous! I'm pretty sure Holmes is here! Let me see him now!"
"I've told you before, Mr. Holmes is on a business trip..." The guard at the door said something he had repeated countless times to the tourists.
"What case is this?" the little boy asked relentlessly.
"This..." Just as the guard was thinking, the little boy pointed at him dissatisfiedly: "You are lying!"
Even though the guard standing at the entrance of the Sherlock Holmes Museum was a romantic actor who enjoyed role-playing with tourists, he was still helpless with the little boy.
After all, the usual visitors came to exchange secret codes with him, and this little boy really wanted to meet Holmes.
"Let me see him quickly! If I don't hurry up, someone will be killed! Only Sherlock Holmes can stop it!" The little boy was very anxious.
Hmm? Is there a case? Martin raised his eyebrows, looked at the little boy and then at Xiaolan and Xiao Keji who had already come out of the souvenir shop.
Xiaolan returned with a bunch of handbags full of things, but the only thing in them was a little teddy bear wearing a deerstalker hat, which she bought for herself.
Seeing that the boy looked anxious, the guard didn't seem to be joking, so he asked tentatively: "Then can you tell me about it?"
"No, you're a liar!" The little boy was angry and turned around to leave and find another solution.
"Is there anyone looking for me?" Martin came over: "Here comes Sherlock Holmes."
Kogoro Mouri didn't understand the conversation between the little boy and the guard, but when he saw Martin walking over, he and Professor Agasa walked over to watch the fun, followed by Ran and the Miyano sisters who were holding a corgi.
The guard frowned when he saw that the strange European man who spoke Korean and Japanese who had just been thrown out had come back again.
The little boy's eyes lit up: "You are Sherlock Holmes!"
"The real Sherlock Holmes." Martin said confidently.
At the same time, Martin looked at the little boy. The little boy was a typical blond European, about six or seven years old, with sweat on his forehead, and a little white liquid and reflective powder around the corners of his mouth, which should be cream and white sugar, and a trace of pink pulp fiber, probably strawberry.
He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, his skin was wheat-colored, there were no obvious sunburn marks or scars on his arms, and his shoes were clean and free of mud.
The little boy was holding a cup of tea-yellow drink that was still one-third full, with cucumber, lemon and mint leaves floating in it, and a lot of ice cubes left. There was a square piece of object in the chest pocket of his shirt, which had squeezed the fabric into shape, and half of the colorful rope was exposed.
Martin took his phone, took a picture of the little boy and sent it to Moss, then looked up the sporting events going on at Wimbledon.
The little boy was about to take something out of his pocket, but suddenly he looked at Martin alertly: "Are you really Sherlock Holmes?"
"You don't have enough time, do you?" Holmes Martin asked, "You should be back at the stadium before 1 p.m., and minus the time spent on the road, we only have about two hours to solve the problem."
The little boy's eyes widened: "How did you know?"
"The residue on the corners of your mouth tells me that you just enjoyed a delicious serving of cream strawberries not long ago, and the cream hasn't dried yet. Sprinkling icing sugar on strawberries and mixing them with cream is a special way to eat them at Wimbledon. In addition, the drink in your hand, this type of disposable plastic cup should be used in occasions such as stadiums, so the small tag in your chest pocket should be a pass to the stadium's VIP lounge." "Google told me that Wimbledon is currently holding the Wimbledon Tennis Championships, which makes me sure that you came here from the stadium. It takes at least two and a half hours to get from Wimbledon No. 1 Court to here by subway and bus, and one hour and twenty minutes by car or taxi. The ice in your drink hasn't melted yet, so I think you came in an air-conditioned taxi."
"The match that was going on an hour and a half ago was the women's doubles semi-finals, and you were sitting in the VIP seats. It seemed that you received a murder notice, and you came here alone without adult supervision to find Holmes. I can only assume that your guardian is on the field. Then compare the nationalities of the four players on the field. British player Minerba Glass, she is your sister, right?"
In fact, Martin used Moss to "human flesh" the little boy: Apollo Glass, 8 years old. Although Moss could be used directly to check which case this was and the subsequent plot, Martin did not take this boring method.
"This afternoon is your sister's women's singles semi-final. Hey, young man, you don't want to miss your sister's game, right? Then tell me quickly, what kind of incident can only be solved by finding me?"
Holmes Martin spoke a long list of words with great enthusiasm, which made Apollo Glass' pupils tremble: "It's really Sherlock Holmes!"
The guard next to him, who had a lot of opinions about Martin, was dumbfounded: Oh my god, I met the real deal.
The little Corgi was a little suffocated when being held by Xiaolan. He smacked his lips: Although he was very angry, Martin today really had a Sherlock Holmes-level reasoning mind. However, the little Corgi was not convinced. He could also deduce the things that Martin deduced, and he didn't need to look up any information about the tennis match.
"What are you talking about?" Kogoro Mouri, who could not understand the English conversation, asked to join the call.
The little boy Apollo glanced at Maori Kogoro and actually started speaking Japanese: "It was just after the game. I was eating strawberries while watching a player practicing, and a strange uncle ran up behind me..."
The little boy spoke fluent Japanese, and the conversation shifted into Japanese communication mode.
Apollo's description is brief: A strange old man handed him a note and told him: 'Someone is going to die somewhere in London. Yes, right before your eyes. Go tell the London police that this is my revelation. If you can't solve it anyway, go ask Sherlock Holmes.'
"It's a provocation to Sherlock Holmes." Miyano Akemi blinked: "Could it be Moriarty who did it?"
Xiaolan's expression clearly showed the same worry.
Huiyuan Ai denied this speculation: "If (in today's setting) Holmes and Moriarty were characters existing in this era, there would be no Sherlock Holmes Museum here."
Apollo, who was more convinced than before that Sherlock Holmes was real, looked at Haibara Ai with some confusion, not understanding what Haibara Ai meant.
Maori Kogoro had already entered the working state and asked him seriously: "Did you see the man's appearance?"
Apollo's answer was no. The other person had pulled the brim of his hat very low. In addition, children are not sensitive to facial features, so seeing only a chin was the equivalent of not seeing anything.
The focus is still on the note Apollo received.
{The ringing of the bell startled me awake.
I am a long-nosed magician who lives in a castle.
The only thing he had to eat was boiled eggs, which were as cold as a corpse.
In the end, it is enough to just eat the pickled cucumbers directly.
By the way, let’s order a celebratory cake first.
The sound of the bell again aroused my disgust.
Let it all end, and put two swords behind the white back.}
Of course, the contents of the note were all in English.
"A secret code..." Martin raised his eyebrows, then turned the note over so that the little Corgi could also see what was on it.
Before someone took the initiative to translate it into Japanese, Maori Kogoro had already lost contact with the code. He looked at Apollo and said, "So after you received the note, you ran here directly to find Sherlock Holmes... and you didn't call the police yet, right?"
Apollo nodded.
Kogoro Mouri suggested that it would be better to call the police first. Although this incident seemed like a prank on a child, there are all kinds of birds in the forest, and it might really be a malicious incident.
Moreover, in the eyes of Kogoro Mouri, Martin was just dressed up as Sherlock Holmes. The previous reasoning was conducted in English, so Kogoro Mouri did not regard Martin as a detective at all.
As for the fact that they also had a detective dog? Maori Kogoro had never considered that a dog could understand English and decipher the code.
Maori Kogoro, who thought he was the only detective present but could not understand the code, looked at the note in Martin's hand and asked, "Did that person wear gloves when he handed you the note?"
It was just a casual question without much hope. After all, it was rare to find a criminal who didn't know how to wipe his fingerprints in Mihua. However, Apollo thought about it carefully and shook his head.
"Are you sure he was holding the paper without wearing gloves? And you said he put the paper in his pocket and asked you to take it yourself?" Kogoro Mouri asked excitedly.
Apollo was very sure that the man had handed him the note directly with his hand, which meant that the criminal's fingerprints were printed on the paper. In this case, it was worth calling the police.
"Martin, do you think we should call the police?" Miyano Akemi asked, "If it's Sherlock Holmes, shouldn't he know who the criminal is right away?"
This sounds a bit like a squeeze on Martin, but the few people who know Martin's abilities do think that Martin has the ability to end the case in an instant.
"It's a pity that even Sherlock Holmes has to follow the Basic Law when solving cases." Martin shrugged. "I do have some ideas, but it is necessary to call the police... How should I put it in Sherlock Holmes' tone? 'There are some tedious tasks that are just right for those superior idiots in Scotland Yard'?"
"But time is running out. Let's split up into two groups. I need the assistance of a great detective and a local who is familiar with London. And to report the crime at the police station, we need at least one person who can speak English fluently." Martin looked around at everyone.
Locals familiar with London would of course be referring to Apollo.
Then someone who can speak English fluently will go to the police... Professor Agasa or Haibara Ai. Mao Lilan and Miyano Akemi are both at the level of "student English": not only do they learn written language, but also Japanese English; although they can communicate simply, they are at a loss when it comes to in-depth communication, especially when dialect slang is used.
So, Dr. Agasa, Ai Huihara, Akemi Miyano, and Ran Maori took the note and a piece of paper with Martin and Apollo's fingerprints to the police station to report the crime. Martin, Apollo, the little Corgi, and Kogoro Maori, who thought he was the only detective, went to crack the code.
(End of this chapter)