The three intact locks were hung on the iron pieces extending from the bolts outside. Donald stood outside the warehouse and glanced at the jeweler's family standing nearby. In addition to the husband and wife, they also had a pair of children.

The boy's body shape followed his father's, with a chubby body. Of course, it was also possible that he was not at the height of his age. Donald's eyes stopped on his hands on both sides of his body.

His fingers were like little carrots, unable to do delicate work. As for the girl and the woman, one was still young, the other was sad, not like a fake, and the jeweler didn't stop wiping his sweat on the side. His eyes have been looking at the warehouse, looking forward to some good news.

Although it does not rule out the possibility that this family is full of movie stars, but other than that, judging from the details of various aspects, the possibility of guarding and stealing is extremely small.

Where did the jewelry go?

Turning his gaze to the warehouse, there are three wooden racks nearly two meters high and divided into five layers. When the jewelry is not missing, it is packed in various boxes and placed in the empty space on the wooden racks.

The current state of the wooden frame is that the jewelry on the upper two floors is intact, and when I glance over, there is no sign of any box being opened. However, the jewelry boxes on the lower three floors have been opened by more than half, nearly 30 boxes.

The lock was intact, eliminating the possibility of violent breaking the door. The key was always in the hands of the jeweler. According to him, they were inseparable. Even when he was sleeping, he and his wife took turns taking care of the key. That would rule out someone stealing the keys and committing crimes late at night.

How did the thief get into the warehouse? This became a key issue, as the three locks on the outside of the door were all locked before Abel opened the door, and one of them even had a thin wire attached to the bell at the top of the stairs, which was hung every night when he went to bed. , which is a commonly used traditional anti-theft method in the folk.

As long as anything touches the lock, it will set off the bell, and the couple above are alternately vigilant, and the probability of discovery is very high.

"Mr. Abel, are the two-tiered jewels on the wooden shelf worthless?"

He only stole the lower three floors, and none of the jewelry boxes on the upper two floors did not move. According to normal thinking, the thief must think that the upper two floors are worthless and occupy space. Sherlock asked this question to confirm.

"Of course not. I don't have the habit of placing things according to their heights. The gold and silver jewelry here are all in short supply on the market recently."

Abel's response caused Sherlock inside to fall into silence. She reached out and gestured for the height. Sherlock was not tall, about 170, about the position of Donald's earlobe, and his arms could reach the top of the wooden frame. The figure slowly sank, and the palm of the hand went down the shelf and stopped at the base of the second floor.

At this time, Sherlock bent his legs, and his height was not even 1.5 meters. Could the thief be a dwarf? Or just a child?

Due to the urgency of time, Donald, an assistant on the first day of work, was assigned to inquire about the situation of the jeweler's family.

After ten minutes of questioning, I finally got the information: Abel's jewelry store is about to open. Because of the invitation letter, many people knew about the disappearance, but the warehouse where the jewelry was stored was rarely disclosed to others, except for Abel. family members, and several are close friends or partners, and Abel himself said they couldn't have stolen jewelry.

Many people have entered Abel's house in recent days, most of them are relatives. After all, it is a jewelry store. This symbolizes wealth and assets, and there are certainly many people who talk about friendship. It is impossible to say that these people are not suspected. , but the places where they live are basically distributed in various urban areas of Preston City. If they investigate and verify one by one, it is almost impossible to solve the case before tomorrow morning.

There were also three outsiders, a maid who came to clean the house three days ago, a plumber who repaired the pipes in the house, and a rat catcher.

"The Ratcatcher?"

Donald has some doubts about this profession.

"I don't know what's going on recently. There are a lot of mice in the house, especially in the kitchen and living room. Usually, not only do they gnaw on the furniture, but even the curtains in the living room smash a small piece."

Abel's description made Donald involuntarily think of the group of rats he met on his platform yesterday afternoon.

"Tell me about the rat catcher you know."

"It's a very old man with a brown top hat and a hunchback. He doesn't pay attention to what he looks like. He only remembers that he always has a bell in his hand. Speaking of which, his methods are really powerful. A mouse cage, and in just two days, all the mice in our house entered the cage."

"I see......"

Donald inevitably thought of a certain situation. Before yesterday, he would never believe his current thoughts. He could only say that the mutant mouse had subverted his three views.

Resolutely got up and walked to the warehouse, where Sherlock was still looking for clues with a magnifying glass.

"Basic inquiries are almost done. I want to come in and help you find clues together, okay?"

"Of course, you are my assistant."

With permission, Donald walked into the warehouse. Compared to Sherlock's exploration around the wooden shelves, his eyes were focused on the corners around the warehouse from the beginning. This place is not an exclusive treasure room. From some sacks around From the perspective of sundries, it should be a temporary modification of the grocery room.

He squatted on the ground, moved along the wall of the door, paid attention to the gaps between the clutter, and occasionally pulled out some baskets.

"Donald, what are you looking for?"

At this time, what clues can be found in the corner of the wall, will the thief still run to the corner and walk one or two baskets to store things when stealing gold and silver jewelry?

"I'm looking for... this!"

Pulling open a sack, a hole on the back wall that was a circle bigger than a fist appeared in front of him. Donald leaned down, holding his breath, not to blow away the dust that had accumulated on the wall. The dust here was clearly printed on it. Mouse feet, and some drag marks.

"A mouse hole? You wouldn't think it was stolen by a mouse... Do you really think so?"

"Sherlock, have you ever seen a very big mouse? Probably...that big."

With his hands, he drew the shape of the mutant mouse he saw yesterday. Sherlock looked back with astonishment. Can this size be called a mouse?

"I know this may be unbelievable, but I saw it with my own eyes, right on the balcony of my house, and if I had a camera at the time, I think I would have taken a picture."

Donald knew that his idea might seem a bit nonsense in the eyes of others. A group of mice rushed into the treasure house in the middle of the night and stole dozens of pieces of jewelry. According to this kind of thinking, shouldn't it be believed that ghosts stole things?

Believe it or not, Bad Abel is sure to roll his eyes.

"I believe!"

"That's it, I...you believe me?"

"Donald, didn't I tell you a long time ago, I've seen something even more outrageous, but that time was accidental, and this time it was a personal experience, you go and close the warehouse door, and you will know what you think later. Is it true?"

Closing the door as Sherlock said, when he came back, he found that there was a glass bottle in his hand, which contained some silver-gray powder. He was pouring some of it on the index finger of his right hand. This pinch of powder.

"I bought this small bottle of tracking powder for 5 gold pounds. With the blessing of magic, as long as a little is sprinkled on the ground, the footprints of all creatures that pass through this area in the next few days will reappear."

"Tracking powder?"

What did you waste so much time looking at with a magnifying glass, pretending?

Watching Sherlock pour the powder several times in a row, sprinkle it on the mouse hole and in front of the wooden frame, and then squat aside and wait for the result to appear.

One minute...two minutes...

"What are you doing inside, can I open the door?"

Abel, who was waiting outside, became impatient and started knocking on the door. However, the atmosphere in the warehouse was awkward at this time.

"That **** actually lied to me, hum, I'm not finished with him!"

On the unaltered warehouse floor, Sherlock threw the tracking powder on the ground, and the bottle happened to roll under Donald's feet.

You're a detective, okay? You can trust things like tracing powder. Shouldn't you rely on your own wisdom to solve the case?

"Assistant! Are you thinking about something bad right now?"

Sherlock glared at Donald, if he dared to nod, he must find an opportunity to deduct his salary these days.

"I'm wondering if I'm using the wrong method. This kind of tracking powder is very powerful from the name. It cost 5 gold pounds to buy it. It can't be useless at all."

Sensing the danger, Donald hurriedly changed the subject, and bent down to pick up the bottle of Pursuit Powder on the ground. The glass bottle was rather hard, and there was a white label on it, with the name: Pursuit Powder.

There seemed to be a line of small characters below, and he walked to the small window next to him and took advantage of the sunlight.

"Need psychic ability... Sherlock, did the person who sold your bottle of powder mentioned psychic ability to you? Look at the label below."

"Don't think about it, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com The ability of spiritual vision is impossible for ordinary people to have, so it needs... Anyway, this bottle of powder is useless!"

Sherlock seems to know some special secrets, like this bottle of tracking powder, if it can really work, it shouldn't be something ordinary people should have at all.

This guy has a lot of secrets.

Donald glanced at Sherlock, who was squatting with his back to him, closed his eyes, and recalled the state of the previous two times. At that time, he saw all the strange things. Could that be the ability of spiritual vision?

According to his guess, this ability is likely to come from the demon in the body. Since it is a demon ability, you can't just see some inexplicable fog, right?

Would you like to try it?

Due to the influence of religion, demons are synonymous with filth and evil in the eyes of the aborigines in this world. Even if they get some, they can't avoid it. Except for those evil people, how can they take the initiative to contact the power of demons?

It can only be said that Donald is an outlier. The education in his previous life made him more practical. As long as it can be used, he doesn’t care about the source of his ability. Anyway, he has not found any other disadvantages except the pain in his eyes.

I can see the trail on the ground, I want to see the trail on the ground!

If you want to discover your own abilities, giving yourself strong psychological hints is a very useful method.

A heat flow suddenly came out of the brain, uncontrollably, and poured straight into the eyes.

The light distorted around him, as if the space here was being interfered by some kind of force.

Turning his back to the window, Donald opened his eyes. The emerald green pupils glowed with a red luster. The two colors were intertwined, as if red crystal powder was embedded in an emerald agate.

If you don't force yourself, you will never know how powerful you are!