Chapter 3 Seek out possibilities, compare their rationality, and finally get the truth.

The girl walked on the slightly damp street bricks, raised her head slightly and looked at the man with gray eyes. She seemed to be interested in his black clothes and stared at the gold chain of the pocket watch for a while.

Then she felt bored, turned her head and looked at the roadside.

Holmes stopped and the girl followed his gaze. In the smooth and beautiful glass entrance, there was a beautiful teddy bear on the lace stand.

The delicate technique and shape were exactly the same as the thing following the sheriff.

The girl sighed slightly, "It's not his."

"Mr. Holmes," the shopkeeper pushed open the door, "Are you here today, or am I in trouble? Is this your distant relative?"

This is a young man who would undoubtedly be very popular with children. He has flaxen curly hair, a short and upturned nose, and some freckles on his round face that effectively reduce his age. He bent down and looked at the girl's face, "Is there anything you like?"

The girl raised her head and looked at his face. After a while, he looked at the girl's eyes and smiled.

"In this store." She thought seriously, then turned her head slightly, "I like you the most."

The shopkeeper smiled back, "Do you want candy? You are so nice to talk, just like you, sir, when you have something to ask."

Sherlock Holmes knew what the girl was talking about.

In this store, these things are interesting to her, whether it is for appreciation or usability, nothing can compare to this only human being.

Many times, humans protect themselves with stupidity, he remembered a philosopher declared so, and his experience all the time could not help but testify to this.

The happy young man came back with tea and snacks, picked up a beautiful little cake and handed it to the girl, "Was she looking at the new product in the window just now?" "

That is a new product, no wonder I haven't seen it before." Holmes narrowed his light gray eyes slightly and took out a cigarette. The store manager handed him a match and lit one for himself.

"If you look at it as a teddy bear, it is not a new product, but it has a gimmick," said the young toy store manager, "First of all, it can be posed in a few simple poses. Its torso and limbs are embedded with wire skeletons." "

But the gimmick is that it has a heart." The store manager smiled, "If you dig it open, there will be a small cloth bag inside, as its heart."

"Everyone can customize the contents inside, so it will become a special teddy bear with only you in mind and eyes." He took a puff of cigarette, "What do you think of my idea?"

"Those female students and young ladies must love it crazy." Holmes replied.

"Gentlemen also like to use it to give to their loved ones." The store manager said, "Choose a heart of your own choice and give your own unique gift."

"Excuse me for being blunt." Holmes raised his eyes and looked at the teddy bear, "This little thing must be worth a lot of money."

"Yes." The store manager said, "After all, it has meaning, so it is in short supply now and you have to make an appointment."

"Even the sheriff's wife in this area has ordered one for the sheriff to commemorate their wedding anniversary." The store manager said with a smile. The girl poked the strawberry with a fork and then held it up. The red strawberry was covered with white cream. She examined it carefully for a while and put it in her mouth. "

What is the sheriff's wife?" After saying goodbye to the enthusiastic clerk, the two returned to the street. The girl was holding a paper bag with toys she had picked up at random. She couldn't help asking.

"Don't the creatures in your area have marriage relationships?" Holmes asked, "It's just that two people form a certain connection, share the fruits together, and resist danger together."

"Does it have to be two people?" The girl said, "We do have such relationships, but there are not many two."

"After all, the more they unite, the stronger they are." She said seriously.

"Are we going to visit the sheriff's wife now?" She asked, "But if it's this kind of community of interests, she probably can't beat the teddy bear, otherwise the sheriff will ask you for help."

"Not visiting the sheriff's wife for now." Holmes said concisely, he stood on the corner of the street, "So, you can see that the person he knows who gave him the bear is his wife."

The girl shook her head.

"I just asked him if he knew who gave you the bear, and his soul answered yes." The girl replied.

"Why do you want to execute him?" Holmes asked, his eyes fixed on a man, and the other man realized that he was looking at him and looked around.

Hearing this question, the girl blinked her eyes, raised her hand, and gently held a wisp of white mist. "You see, the human soul should be like this, light and soft, like gauze or silk."

"But when it carries sins, it will begin to harden and turn black, like a curtain with mud underneath." The girl said seriously, "When the mud is halfway over, it is no longer a weight that this soul can bear."

"Does every human being look like this to you?" Holmes asked.

"You need to see it specially." The girl replied, she raised her eyes, and the pentagram appeared in her golden eyes for a moment, "That's good." "

You said you like that boss." Holmes said, the man he was staring at stopped looking around, he raised his eyes and looked at him, then walked over quickly.

"The boss's soul is quite white and creative." The girl said, looking at the man jogging from the other side of the road.

This was a man in his thirties, wearing shabby clothes, with many pills on his wool coat. He ran over attentively, "Sir, is there anything I can do for you?"

This was a homeless man, and all his features showed this.

"Sir, I can help you queue up for the teddy bear. It seems that you and this lady have returned empty-handed today." He rubbed his hands attentively and said.

"This bear is so popular now that you have to wait for the appointment time early." He said, looking at the paper bag in Luna's arms, estimating its size and the degree of match with the bear.

Then he felt that the girl was also looking at him.

Unlike the naive lady, or the condescending pity or slightly disgusted avoidance, this girl observed very seriously, but he couldn't help but think of himself when he was a child, staring at flies or other insects in this way, carefully observing whether there were brushes on their legs.

Before he was swept by this creepy feeling, the girl turned her head obediently and followed the gentleman who was less than thirty years old and left.

He lowered his head and saw that the tiny pieces of paper on the ground had turned into ashes with a hint of sparks.

In an instant, the legends about the London monster rushed into his mind. He unscrewed the water bottle and drank a sip of water. It must be that the man was smoking, and the hot ashes fell and ignited the paper.

It must be so.

"Why don't you go find the sheriff's wife?" The girl raised her head and asked.

"Because the sheriff's wife does not live in London," Holmes replied. He took out a small key from his pocket and turned it around in his hand. "The sheriff has a small apartment in London, which means his house is not close to London."

"And the first person we should suspect is not his wife," Holmes said, "If he was sure that he was cursed because of family conflicts, he would definitely not choose this way of seeking help."

The girl nodded.

"But you just said that the sheriff's wife has an obligation to share the danger with him," the girl thought for a while, "then why doesn't she come to help him." "

Because he doesn't dare let too many people know that he is cursed." The gray-eyed man said coldly, "If he has a clear conscience, if he is just being targeted by some open enemy, he will definitely make a fuss and affect this toy store."

"And now, you can see that the business of this toy store is still very good, and people are still rushing to buy this teddy bear." The gray-eyed man spoke quickly, and the girl nodded thoughtfully, "It means that he hasn't told anyone except you."

"Because he knows that he is guilty in the secular sense, and even in your laws." Holmes said lightly, "This is a revenge against him."

"So he self-righteously thought of a good idea, to find a private detective who is said to be able to solve many problems but is rarely reported in the newspapers or praised." Holmes said, "Help him find the hiding place of that enemy."

"Alas," the girl expressed her confusion, "what if he finds it?"

"Can he beat his enemy?" asked the girl.

"It must be possible." Holmes judged coldly, "At least in his understanding, it must be possible." "

After all, maybe you don't know that in our world, only the weak who have reached a desperate situation will pin their hopes of revenge on witchcraft and curses."

The gray-eyed man said, and the girl quietly held the doll in her arms.

After a while, she gently rubbed her sharp canine teeth with dissatisfaction.

"Can human eyes see such complex things?" she asked.

"You can say that it is seen with the eyes." The gray-eyed man replied, with a hint of pride like sunlight in his voice, "But we generally call it logic."

"Seek out possibilities, compare their rationality, and finally get the truth."

"So you are about to find that person," the girl raised her head and asked, "Then can I ask him how he became his believer?"

"If you help him solve his problem, he may become your believer." Holmes tried.

"I can't do it." The girl shook her head slightly, "Among the Thirteen Kings, only He can do this."

"But she is very powerful." The girl said seriously, "If it is such a need, he can definitely complete it perfectly," she blinked her eyes and looked at the man with gray eyes provocatively in a childish way, "much more than you can do."

"That's not necessarily true." The man with gray eyes looked back at her eyes and accepted her provocation.