The two women put away their smiles and heard the refusal in Zhang Sen's words. They put their heads together and muttered.

Zhang Sen was not interested in what they said. Anyway, it was only two days away. When they arrived in Jossa City, they would not have the chance to meet each other again, and the other's views were completely unimportant.

The carriage stopped and stopped, and finally stopped in a small town. It was very dangerous to continue walking at night, so I spent the night in this town tonight.

This town is called Angchui Town. It used to be an inn. Later, there were more people from Baiyu City to Yossa City, and a small town gradually formed.

It can be said that this town relies on merchants who come and go to make a living, taverns, casinos, hotels, and inns.

After arguing for the departure time tomorrow, Zhang Sen carried his luggage and found a clean hotel to stay in.

As night fell, the town was very lively. The merchants and passers-by who went from White Fish City to Yossa City, the merchants and passers-by who went from Yossa City to White Fish City, were looking for fun in this small town, and this was their joyful place.

The dancer in the tavern doesn't mind spending a night with the rich guys, as long as the rich guys are willing to donate generously.

Even the beautiful bosses in the tavern can hook up. As long as you give enough money, the boss will turn a blind eye, and even keep the wind on the guests, listen to the jingle of gold coins, and smoke a cigarette beautifully.

Zhang Sen sat by the window and looked at the street downstairs, all kinds of pedestrians appeared in front of him.

A drunk businessman returned to the hotel with the help of several servants, and a man in rags with bows and arrows hurried towards Baiyu City, not planning to spend the night in this small town. The businessman and a few unclothed women seemed to be discussing the price with the owner of the tavern.

At this time, Zhang Sen saw two women in the same car, pestering a handsome man.

The man was wearing the tuxedo that gentlemen like most nowadays. In fact, in the Kingdom of Klu, the tuxedo is just as usual as we are wearing suits now. Most men with some money would buy one or several tuxedoes.

He held a crutch, his right eye also had monocles with gold wire, and a common jazz hat on his head.

Zhang Sen can roughly judge from the man's clothes that this man is endless, but it is hard to say how rich he is. After all, there are actually many scammers these days. There were a liar in the Kingdom of Dangkelu that pretended to be the son of an earl and successfully deceived a rich daughter.

He watched the two women pull the man into a hotel, and it was estimated that a fierce war would break out between the three of them tonight.

He was speechless all night, and the next morning, Zhang Sen was awakened by two extremely sharp sounds.

He is very sensitive to sounds, especially the sound he has heard. There is no doubt that the screaming is the woman in the same car as before.

Although he was a little unhappy, he quickly washed and sorted it out, and then went to the hotel where the woman stayed.

When he arrived, it was already crowded, but most people were not allowed to enter the hotel, and several members of the security team had already set up a cordon.

"What happened?" Zhang Sen asked a tall and thin man next to him.

The tall and thin man replied: "What happened. I heard that the great writer Sherlock Holmes, who was in the limelight, was killed in this hotel recently."

"Well……"

When Zhang Sen heard this name, he didn't know what to say for a moment. The detectives were killed. Who will solve the case?

Of course, he was just thinking about it, and needless to say that he knew that this was just the same name, not the same person. After all, the deceased was a great writer, not a great detective.

"The woman who just screamed was in the same car. I wonder if I could get in?" Zhang Sen thought for a while and asked the members of the security team.

The members of the security team were stunned and continued, "Wait, the captain is now inspecting the scene."

"I'm Conan Sherlock, can I go in?" The tall and thin man spoke at this time.

The members of the security team were immediately excited and nodded immediately: "Mr. Sherlock, of course you can go in, please come in!"

"This is my friend. If possible, please make sure to let him come together, maybe it will be helpful to the case!" Sherlock said again.

Obviously, the security team members had completely become vocalists, and he nodded in agreement whatever Sherlock said.

The two walked into the hotel and went straight to the second floor.

"Who asked you to come in?"

As soon as they went upstairs, they came towards a man who looked in his forties, with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

Zhang Sen looked at Sherlock, and Sherlock once again reported his identity. The man seemed to know the man's identity, so he agreed to the other party to investigate the scene.

"Mr. Sherlock, are you a detective?" Zhang Sen asked at this time.

Sherlock shook his head and said, "No, I am a doctor, although more people now like to treat me as a detective."

The two walked into the room. The woman in the same car as Zhang Sen was hiding her body with clothes, but because she couldn't put it on, she exposed large pieces of white pork belly.

They were all very frightened, with tears on their faces, and looked pitiful.

Zhang Sen looked at the double bed, then frowned slightly, because the bed emitted an unpleasant odor and even a strong smell of urine. It was probably because someone was scared to pee.

Finally, he turned his gaze on the corpse. The handsome man last night has now become very terrifying. If he had to describe it, he could only use "human fucking" to describe the current man.

He looked at the two women and couldn't help but make a sound. This was too capable. He actually sucked a great young writer alive. This was no longer as simple as sucking soil while sitting on the ground.

OK, this is just his joke...

In fact, he could tell at a glance that Sherlock Holmes should have been killed by some strange monster. At least this way of death is definitely not an ordinary way of death. Unless these two women hide deeply, they are actually diapers or strange monsters, otherwise they will have little to do with them.

"The water on the body has been sucked dry, but the components in the blood are retained in the body, which is very purely absorbing water... It is a bit like the ones that Sadako Mizuno did." Sherlock stood up at this time and spoke.

Zhang Sen said curiously: "What is Sadako Mizuki?"

"That's a strange thing. It usually exists in desert areas and can absorb water on a large scale. However, once Sadako reaches an area with sufficient water, it will often die of water poisoning due to too much water absorption, so it should not be common in such places." Sherlock explained.

Zhang Sen nodded and said, "I understand, then the murderer must be some people. They isolated Sasako Shui, took them to this small town and then used Sasako Shui to kill the dead, creating a strange way of death that appeared in this strange way."

"We can't rush to draw conclusions for the time being, we need to understand more detailed situations." Sherlock said slowly.

He walked to the two women and spoke, "Two, now is the last chance to prove your innocence. Can you tell me what happened last night?"

"I said, I said, we saw him sitting alone in the tavern yesterday, so we went up to meet him. He gave me and Anne ten gold coins very generously, and then we talked a lot, and finally... we came to this hotel together..." The plump woman spoke immediately, but at the end she felt a little embarrassed. After all, this kind of thing was nothing in private, so it was embarrassing to put it in public.

Sherlock asked, "Do you know he is Sherlock Holmes?"

"I know, he told me the name." The plump woman nodded.

Sherlock shook his head and said, "You don't know that Mr. Sherlock Holmes is also a great writer. His "Woman in Lamb Fat" is a very classic work."

"Sorry, I don't like reading." The plump woman said in shame. She really didn't know that Sherlock Holmes had such an identity.

Sherlock looked at the slim woman again, but the slim woman was obviously more frightened than the plump woman. Her eyes were dull and she was obviously scared to collapse. If she was intimidated at this time, it would probably be possible for the other party to become a walking zombie.

"How is it?" Zhang Sen asked when she saw Sherlock come back.

Sherlock shook his head and said, "There is not much useful information."

Next, the two visited the hotel owner, staff, and other residents, but the information they collected was not much. Except for the two women who were very loud last night, there seemed to be nothing special.

At this time, the captain of the security team brought back a boy, who was Holmes's entourage, named Doyle.

"Mr. Sherlock Holmes has no inspiration for writing recently, so he decided to go out for a walk. I was the only one who followed him. But yesterday he said he wanted to relax, so I stayed in the hotel and waited for him." Doyle was a little timid and looked very frightened. When the captain of the security team asked him about Sherlock Holmes, he immediately replied.

Seeing that he was about to cry, Zhang Sen asked, "Does Mr. Sherlock Holmes have any enemies?"

"No, sir is a very good person. Except for writing, he is more irritable because he has no inspiration, he is always very gentle at the same time." Doyle immediately shook his head.

Sherlock looked at Doyle and said indifferently: "Mr. Sherlock is very irritable to write without inspiration, so I use you to extricate myself. You have resentment, so I killed Mr. Sherlock, right?"

"No, no, not me!" Dal shouted in horror, his hands swaying even more crazily.

Sherlock looked at Doyle and said, "If I were not present, you wouldn't be suspected. Unfortunately, I am here, and what you did can't escape my eyes."

"I...I... Actually, I am his son, but he never treats me as a human being. Yesterday he punched and kicked me again, just because he couldn't write it out..." Doyle wanted to make a quibble, but opened his mouth, and finally lowered his head and said with resentment.

Zhang Sen was confused throughout the whole process. Ah, have you solved the case?

But why is this process so painful? Sherlock hasn't even produced decisive evidence yet, so why did this Guazi explode himself?
Chapter completed!