Knowing Dr. Andy's address through Camilla, the two went there in a carriage.

"Appeared at a book club in the last month and used a physical examination as an excuse to find out if a female student has ever had sex. This guy meets a lot of conditions, and he is probably the person we are looking for. Look at it later when we ask questions. , don't let her take the opportunity to run away."

Parked directly in front of Dr. Andy's house, and before knocking on the door, Sherlock turned around and explained something.

"Well, Sherlock, did you smell any strange smells?"

Stretching down the shirt that was ruffled in the carriage just now, he walked to the window sill facing out from Dr. Andy's house. The curtains were half drawn, and there were some common green potted plants outside. Donald took out two pots and looked at the living room from the hand-wide space. situation inside.

No one exists, but something like a kettle or a fish tank was knocked over, and the liquid was spread on the ground.

"Smell? It's the smell of alcohol, maybe there are drunk people who have rested here before. It's a common thing. There used to be two drunk people sitting on the bench in front of my house. It smells like wine when you go out, don't mention it. How bad it smells...it seems to be stronger."

Donald hadn't had a drink yet, and Sherlock only realized it when he mentioned it. At this time, looking at the liquid in the living room was another thought.

"You smell it, does this smell of alcohol come from inside?"

Raising his finger and pointing inside the room, Sherlock put his nose close to the crack of the door, then turned around and nodded after a while.

"How big is this, so that the smell of alcohol can come out through the crack of the door, wait... Who is this? Sherlock, come here."

Donald's current position went in and happened to be facing the door of the living room of the house. At this time, a tall man was standing there, holding a small cloth bag in his hand and throwing it to the ground, holding a match in his hand, his hands folded, and was lighting a cigarette for himself .

Dr. Andy is a woman!

The two of them put their heads against each other and bowed to see the situation inside.

"What's wrong with the water on the ground? The bookshelf in the living room also seems to be wet."

The two of them didn't react for a while, and they didn't bring such things to clean the house.

Herod~

Coincidentally, a carriage was passing by on the street behind him. The horse neighed. Donald thought something bad, and immediately lowered his head, for fear that the person inside would turn his head.

However, when he reacted, Sherlock was still watching.

"Oops, he found me and set it on fire! Hurry up, hurry in, he's burning things, clue!"

Before Donald raised his head, he heard Sherlock speaking in a deep voice beside him.

"Your front door, my back door, outflank, don't let him run away, this guy is probably here to silence him!"

Both of them ignored the fact that the perpetrator behind the disappearance of the girl a few days ago had planned a silence operation against Griffin failed, and none of the people who were sent to the mission came back.

Send a second wave?

That's a foolish approach. The first assassination may be unexpected, and the second time you send someone to you, it's a self-inflicted snare.

After all, Griffin is a baron. After he realizes that he may be targeted, he must have strong guards around him. Of course, the government will also pay some attention to him.

Since this person who probably knew the situation of the book club couldn't solve it, what should I do?

If you want nothing to happen, there is only one way to completely cut off the relationship with the book club.

Dr. Andy, must die!

All traces will be destroyed immediately!

Donald just glanced at the flames on the corridor outside the living room. Sherlock had already banged against the door. He walked around the side of the house and stepped on the turf to the back of the house. The man was holding the carriage with one hand. On the edge of the outside, with one hand on the pedal, the carriage was driving to the other side, and half of the man was on his side, staring at Donald.

"Walk!"

As if just to take a look at Donald, when he was about to step forward, the man shouted and got into the carriage.

"There are still people responding, organized actions..."

Donald glanced at the street next to him, and there was no carriage carrying passengers passing by, and the other party had already turned the corner in front of him in the ten seconds he hesitated and disappeared.

"Donald, find a way to open the door and go in!"

Sherlock's voice came from the other side. He should have failed to knock the door open. He is not a powerful detective.

The door of such a high-end small building could be kicked open by raising his foot. Sherlock couldn't do it, and it was easy to cause trouble when he took out a gun in the street. He could only hope that Donald, who was at the back door, could make a difference.

At this moment, he didn't even bother to chase people. Gray smoke was coming out from the gap between the doors and windows of the back door of the house. Donald, who was close, could even see the bright yellow flames rising from the back of the window.

Bang! Bang!

He bumped the door a few times with his shoulder, but there was no movement. The door looked 70% new. If it could be knocked open, it would mean that the company that renovated the house had cut corners.

The invisible servant started to cast a spell, and directly made it appear behind the door. There was no key outside, so he opened the door from the inside, controlled the energy group to twist the door lock, and listened to the clicking sound inside. Ten seconds later, the back door opened in response.

Donald opened the door~lightnovelpub.net~ There was thick smoke inside, and the flames had lit half the room with the help of alcohol. Donald could only reluctantly rush in, and went straight to the place where he saw the man throw away the cloth bag, but unfortunately he arrived. Only then did I realize that the previous cloth bag had long since turned into black ash. I quickly pulled it back and forth with my feet twice, but failed to find the remaining useful information.

"Donald, go upstairs and take a look, pay attention to safety!"

Sherlock was at the window of the front door, smashed the glass and shouted, then disappeared again, it should be coming from the back door.

Naturally, I went upstairs to see if Dr. Andy was at home. There is no need to say more about life and death.

The location of the ignition was on the first floor. The fire had not developed to the whole house yet. Donald rushed to the second floor, glanced left and right in the corridor, and found the location of the bedroom.

The door was still locked.

The only way to open the door is to use the invisible servant again.

Dr. Andy was indeed inside, lying on the bed, covered with blood. Donald stepped forward and put his hand under her nose for comparison, but there was no breath.

The wound on her chest proved that she should not be able to be saved.

He cursed in a low voice, and the target he finally found actually made others take the lead. He looked around, hoping to find some clues that were not destroyed.

The bedside tables in the room were turned over and all of them were pulled out. The things that were taken away should be in the cloth bag.

"Doctor Andy, you've already died this time. Those girls are about to be killed by you... Don't you feel any guilt?"

Donald wiped the sweat from his face, feeling very helpless.

She looked around unconsciously, and finally stopped on Dr. Andy's right hand. It wasn't that there were any valuable rings or bracelets on it, but all her curled fingers except her index finger.

She is pointing to a location!