Sherlock pinched the second page of animal skin paper with one hand and twisted the thin chain that exposed the buckles with the other hand. Suddenly, he saw the white bone altar and the black fog vortex, all disappearing in front of him.

"Huh...I guess right, just lifting this page can lift the altar..."

"Huh? How did I peel off this page?"

Sherlock just breathed a sigh of relief and became a little confused.

It seemed that when I reached out my hand, I felt like I was being thorny. Then I uncovered it without any obstacles. The whole process was smooth and natural, but a little unreal...

"There are too many mysterious things, so I don't care about one more..."

Sherlock chose to follow his heart and no longer think about those inexplicable things.

He was about to put away the second page of animal skin paper, but his fingertips felt numb again. The paper squirmed from his fingers, like a "paper bug", leaving his control.

Then, like walking in the air, the second page of paper "self" creeps forward, rushing forward at a rapid speed on the large copper-edged desk.

The antique book is still in the state of opening, and the second page of paper is drilled into it.

Amid the faint sound of the pages, the second page turned over and closed itself. Puffed, the whole book was closed, and the desk was quiet.

As things developed to this extent, Sherlock felt that his nerves had become thicker, and he had a common sense of calmness...

"Okay, this small booklet does a good thing without hurting me. After all, sending me a bunch of missing pets can make me worthwhile."

Sherlock shook his head and stuffed the thin chain back into the pocket watch.

He looked at the pile of pets in front of him.

Since the Bone Altar and the Black Mist Whirlpool all disappeared, the pile of pets had lost some strange bondage. It can be seen that they can have faint movements, but overall, they all seem dull.

When Sherlock looked at them, they were also looking at Sherlock.

All pets' eyes were all staring at each other.

But in this pile of eyes, there were confusion, fear, confusion, and trembling, but none of them resisted or made trouble, and even no sound.

In the living room of the office, a bizarre and ridiculous atmosphere is presented.

Sherlock: "..."

He took out the gold rose pocket watch again and opened the cover.

The time pointer points to 18 o'clock in the evening. It seems that it is not appropriate to send pets back to disturb the neighbors.

"Let's go tomorrow, and all the staff will be sent according to the transcript."

Sherlock looked at the pets in front of him speechlessly. It can be seen that even if he shot a shot with a hunting rifle, these pets would not escape.

Or the sequelae left by the altar ritual...

Sherlock explained so comfortingly that he ignored these pets and let them be quiet...

...

On the dining tablecloth decorated with white hibiscus flowers, there are candlesticks with traces of time. Then there are dish plates, silver knifes and forks, a plate of yellow bread and prepared jam.

The fragrant pork bone lettuce soup was served, plus a large bowl of potato cubes. Mrs. Madson was delighted tonight and fryed five extra small fish.

The atmosphere of dinner was very harmonious.

Sherlock tear the not-so-soft bread, chewed slowly, and listened to Mrs. Madson's story about adopting the little black cat.

"What kind of bread is sour and the residue is a bit too much..."

"Potatoes are very hot and fragrant, and pure agricultural products in the countryside are the truth of taste."

"How does this soup have a sweet taste? Added sugar? It's so scary!"

"There is no seasoning for fried fish? Spoon dry salt to eat? It's so scary!"

Sherlock kept complaining in his heart while eating food.

As a foodie country, people have a sense of superiority in their diet.

"Sherlock..."

"Sherlock?!"

Mrs. Madson heard louder voice in her ears.

Sherlock woke up from his messy thoughts and quickly replied: "What's the matter, Mrs. Madson..."

"What's wrong with you today, Sherlock."

Mrs. Madson looked at Sherlock, "I just said that I want to adopt the little black cat. Do you have any opinions?"

"No, no comment, just like you!" Sherlock nodded in agreement, then looked around, "Hmm? Why didn't you see a cat?"

"The little guy is in the kitchen, he seems to be very shy, eating my fried fish alone in the kitchen, and it seems that he likes the environment!" Mrs. Madson said with a smile.

“There is a feeling of deliberately avoiding me…”

Sherlock whispered, withdrew his gaze and stopped thinking about the cat that caused trouble.

Safely repatriation of seventeen pets is the most important thing at present.

After dinner, Sherlock quickly went upstairs and returned to the room.

He thought about it and then went to the bathroom to find an old sheet. Then he used scissors to cut the sheet into strips of cloth and tied it into long strips of cloth.

Using four chairs as a fix, Sherlock surrounds the cloth strips and surrounds all the pets.

Everything was ready, Sherlock stood aside and looked at his masterpiece.

Although it's funny...

But it seems that after being enclosed, these pets appear more honest, surrounded by them and stayed silently and quietly, without any sign of escape or trouble.

"This is probably the case for people who take the last cheap train at the municipal railway station in Betzinham every day..."

Sherlock sighed, because he had lined up and had a deep understanding.

......

It's late at night, in the early morning.

In the living room of Sherlock's office, it was dark.

Only the faint night outside the bathroom window fell in, adding a shadow to the dark living room.

A bunch of pets of all kinds seemed to be asleep, surrounded by dullness. There was no sound or movement, and there was no silence and serene.

Toward the living room window outside Baker Street, dark blue curtains shrouded the glass.

Suddenly!

The shadow of two black claws rests on the glass.

Then, a small body shadow also appeared on the glass with the shadow of the claws. A pair of green eyes stared at the environment in the living room through the glass.

Silently, the black claws gradually fell into the glass.

It was like a rippling ripples in the lake. Two black claws merged into the glass and penetrated strangely. Then there was the body, then the other two hind claws, and finally the raised black tail.

The clever and weird sharp-eared black cat, like a ghost, walked through the glass completely, stepped on the narrow inner window edge, and looked at the living room with a vigilant look.

It stared at the pile of bizarre and quiet pets, and a trace of ridicule flashed through its pupils.

This means that it can see these pets without any impact.

The sharp-eared black cat jumped quickly, quietly like a feather, jumped down on the living room floor, and slowly walked towards the bedroom in an elegant posture.

It came to the bedroom door and listened with his ears.

Sherlock, who was sleeping in the bedroom, made a low snoring sound and was sleeping soundly.

The pointed-eared black cat nodded, turned around, and rushed towards the desk agilely and flexibly.

At this moment, the antique books are still closed.

The black cat with a sharp eared ear stared at Xiao Shu, and the soft long beard on the cat's lips was trembling violently. Its pupils showed complex emotions, fear, anxiety, anger, helplessness...

It hesitated for a moment, stretched out its front paws, trying to flip the little book.

But at the moment of contact, it gave up and seemed very frustrated.

The sharp-eared black cat turned around and stared at the bedroom door with a resentful look, as if he wanted to go in, but was on the verge of struggling and fear.

At this moment, a light seemed to flash in the bathroom.

The sharp-eared black cat suddenly arched its body, obviously frightened.

It turned around quickly and looked at the bathroom.

At this moment, beside the washbasin in the bathroom, a small mirror that had just been placed on it emitted a faint moonlight-like shadow. It was not very bright, but it was enough to attract attention.

Widths of thick fog rose from the mirror surface, and then formed large swathes of large silhouettes. There seemed to be endless whispers, lingering in the thick fog, like a tide, rippling.

The sharp-eared black cat's pupils were blurred. At this moment, it seemed to be affected. Then, it slowly walked away like a marionette.

Step by step, the pointed black cat entered the bathroom blankly and jumped onto the washbasin.

Just as he jumped onto the washbasin and looked at the thick fog and the mirror, the sharp-eared black cat seemed to wake up.
To be continued...