Phantom Master of the Elf

Chapter 155 I Have Changed Long Ago

"Take out two invitations and it's already exposed, Miss Elizabeth, your name was on the list from the beginning of today's banquet, right?"

Sherlock fished a pipe from his coat pocket.

"Elizabeth Louise Olga Claude Angus Emma, ​​19 years old, a famous British writer, painter, musician, astronomer, I visited this house last night, Next to the studio on the second floor is the piano room. Besides the piano, there is also a cello, and there is a copy of "Conjectures on Celestial Satellites" on the bookshelf in your study room. You are the signed author. Besides, I also know that you are Moridia's student is right? Seriously, it's not a coincidence that you were tied up at the Christmas banquet. Why do you think a consulting detective who stays at home every day suddenly goes out on Christmas night? Just as you just As said, Miss Elizabeth."

"Everything was within my expectations."

"Should I applaud you, Mr. Detective?"

Sherlock put the pipe in his palm and fiddled with it a few times, but it still didn't light up. Maybe he didn't have any matches in his pocket on the other side. Han Hao had a lighter, but it didn't seem very good to smoke in a noble castle. Han Hao thought for a while and retracted his hand.

At first, he was only suspicious about this matter, and she was the princess of Elizabeth's family when he was tied up casually. This matter did not seem like a coincidence.

Han Hao didn't have the sensitive reasoning nerves like Sherlock, so he didn't think much about it.

"Can you tell me when did you start following me?" Elizabeth said.

"It's very simple. I have been to Moritia's office, and I have also attended his lectures. A noble lady has appeared in a professor's class many times, so you must be her student. If she still often appears in In the office, this student must have a deep relationship with Moritia. To be honest, if you can write "The Conjecture of Celestial Satellites", there should not be much difference between you and Moritia in the field of astronomy. You may often go to his office, but you will definitely not appear in his class often, and I can think of two possibilities for a noble girl to pursue her so persistently."

"First of all," said Holmes, "do you like—"

"Stop, Mr. Sherlock, let's talk about the second possibility directly. I think you may have misunderstood the word liking. If you haven't experienced liking, don't talk about it lightly," Elizabeth said.

"Being educated by a 19-year-old girl, I can't be happy, okay... Let's talk about the second possibility. To be precise, this is not a possibility. I have already confirmed it, you and Moritia I've overheard the conversation several times, and I also know that every time you go to see Moritia you hide a miniature pistol in the hat, which is different from the angle of your hair and the hat The usual wrinkles can be seen, and every aspect of you shows an extreme distrust of Moritia."

"To be honest, I didn't believe it at first. Moritia is a man of fairness and humility, full of wisdom and at the same time an extremely gentleman. Few people can discover the perverted side hidden under his skin. I don't know you How did you see this, so I have always suspected that you are a trap, a bait deliberately released by Moritia to lure me into the bait, until I eavesdropped on your conversation with the Huaxia boy last night, a person can A person with good intentions, this kind of guy is absolutely impossible to be a bad person."

Elizabeth whispered Sherlock's last words.

"So that's how you see me? Believe me because you have goodwill towards the elves. Your previous reasoning is wonderful, but the last point seems to be your failure."

"I trust my eyes, Miss Elizabeth."

"I hope you're not mistaken."

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Han Hao got into the carriage in the end, but was given the mandatory order "you can only sit in the carriage and never get off".

So just how dark are the streets of London?

If the hatred that humans held against elves was still so strong two centuries ago, then even after two centuries, this hatred should not be easily eliminated.

Something must have happened in the middle that would change history.

"——Boom."

The carriage shook violently as if it had hit something.

"What happened? Miss Elizabeth?" Han Hao turned his head and asked.

"I don't know, it seems quite noisy up front."

"I'll take a look first."

Emma grabbed Han Hao's right hand when he wanted to get out of the car. Her firm eyes made Han Hao sit back in his original position with a sigh.

What happened in the front must be what Elizabeth did not want Han Hao to see. When he opened the curtain, he noticed that there were a lot of people gathered around the carriage. These people seemed to be roaring angrily, and their eyes were filled with something called hatred.

Although he didn't know the reason, the demeanor of these people made him very uncomfortable.

Han Hao let go of Bird.

"Let's take a detour in the opposite direction—" Elizabeth said to the driver who was driving.

A sudden order interrupted the release of the waveguide.

There was a mournful cry, and almost at the same time, a gray shadow broke through the crowd and rushed out. It seemed to be holding a money bag made of linen in its mouth. Han Hao thought that this kind of thing was probably a money bag, Sherlock It seems to be hanging on the waist.

"—Grab that guy!" Someone in the crowd shouted.

Soon, a few people in coarse cloth gowns chased them out. Judging by Han Hao's eyesight, the gray elf didn't use skills such as flash of lightning to speed up, but its own speed could leave a streak on the retina. Afterimages, it can be seen how high its race value is in terms of speed. Even if a few big guys run and lose their legs, they can't even try to catch up with it.

To Han Hao's surprise, the big man squeezed out from the crowd didn't chase the gray elf in the direction where the gray elf was escaping, but turned around and turned into an alley.

Even if you know that your feet are weak, at least you have to chase for a while before giving up.

Han Hao felt a little worried when he planned to run in another direction like this.

"Don't forget our agreement, Mr. Han Hao." Emma said as she grabbed Han Hao's arm.

"Do I look like a nosy person? To tell you the truth, Emma, ​​I am actually very afraid of trouble. I always hide when I encounter problems. And if I really want to leave, you also Can't stop me."

Emma let go of her hand doubtfully.

In the next second, something seemed to be disconnected in my mind.

Elizabeth only felt a sense of dizziness coming from her head, as if she was hit from the back of the head with a hammer, but unfortunately, the person holding the hammer didn't use too much force.

When he came back to his senses, the seat where Han Hao was sitting was already empty.

"I'm especially afraid of trouble. When I encounter problems, I always hide as soon as I can... What a sad lie, Mr. Han Hao." Elizabeth whispered, and then showed a somewhat helpless smile.

"Boy, can you catch up in half an hour?" Sherlock's voice came from the carriage behind.

"No problem!" Han Hao swung his crutch behind him while running.

Guess it, guess it in gray, friendly reminder, this race value is not high, and it is still not high after evolution. (There will be another update later!)

(End of this chapter)