Through Camilla, they learned about Dr. Andy's address and the two took a carriage to go there.

"I appeared at a reading club in the past month and used the excuse of physical examination to find out whether the female student had sex. This guy meets a lot of conditions. It is very likely that the person we are looking for. Watch it when inquiring later, don't let her take the opportunity to run away."

He parked directly at Dr. Andy's door, and before knocking, Sherlock turned around and explained.

"Well, Sherlock, do you smell any strange smell?"

He stretched down his shirt that had just been wrinkled in the carriage and walked towards the windowsill of Doctor Andy's house, with half-pulled curtains and some common green potted plants outside. Donald moved two pots and looked at the situation in the living room from a wide space.

No one existed, but it was just like a kettle or a fish tank that was knocked over and liquid spread on the ground.

"Smell? This is the smell of alcohol. Maybe it's because drunks have rested here before. There are often things. There were two drunks on the bench in front of my house. When I went out, I smelled alcohol. It smelled so bad... This smell seemed to be stronger."

Donald hadn't drunk alcohol yet, and only after Sherlock mentioned this was the case, he became aware of it. Looking at the liquid in the living room was another idea.

"Do you smell it, is this smell of wine coming from it?"

He raised his hand and pointed inside the room. Sherlock put his nose close to the crack of the door, and then turned around and nodded in a short while.

"How much is this to let the smell of wine come out through the cracks of the door, etc... Who is this? Sherlock, come here."

Donald was in his current position and happened to face 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 on the ground, holding a match in his hand, lighting a cigarette for himself.

Dr. Andy is a woman!

The two of them pressed their heads against their heads and bowed to see what was happening inside.

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

Both of them didn't react for a while, and they didn't bring such a thing to clean up the house.

Herody ~

By chance, a carriage was passing by on the street behind him. When the horse neighed, Donald thought to himself that something was going to be a bad thing, and immediately bowed his head, afraid that the people inside would turn around.

However, he realized, but Sherlock was still watching.

"Oh no, he found me and ignited it! Hurry, go in, he's burning things, clues!"

Before Donald looked up, he heard Sherlock say in a deep voice beside him.

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

Both of them ignored the fact that the criminals behind the girl's disappearance a few days ago failed to silence Griffin, and none of the people sent to carry out the mission came back.

Send a second wave?

That was a foolish approach. The first assassination might be unexpected, and the second time I sent someone to the trap was to fall into the trap.

After all, Griffin was a baron. After he realized that he might be targeted, he must have strong guards around him, and the government would certainly pay attention to him.

Since this person who is likely to know the situation of the study club has not been solved, what should I do?

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

Doctor Andy, you must die!

All traces must be destroyed immediately!

Donald just glanced at the flames rising from the corridor outside the living room. Sherlock had already hit the door at the door. He was walking around the wall of the house and rushing to the back of the house on the grass. The man grabbed the edge of the carriage with one hand and stepped on one hand. The carriage was driving to the other side, half of the man was standing sideways, staring at Donald.

"Walk!"

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

"There are actually people who responded, organized actions..."

Donald looked at the street next to him, and there was no passenger carriage passing by. The other party had turned around the corner ahead within the past ten seconds of his hesitation and disappeared.

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

Sherlock's voice came from the other side. He probably failed to open the door. He was not a power detective.

Sherlock couldn't do it by raising his feet, and it was easy to cause trouble if he could pull out a gun in the street. He could only hope that Donald, who was in the back door, could do something.

At this time, I didn't care about chasing people. Gray smoke was coming out from the gaps in the doors and windows of the back door of the house. Donald, who was close to him, could see the bright yellow flames rising behind the window.

Bang! Bang!

I used my shoulders to hit the door panel for a few consecutive strokes, but there was no movement. The door looked 70% new. If it could be opened casually, it means that the company that decorated the house was probably cutting corners.

The invisible slave began to cast spells and directly let him appear behind the door. There was no key outside, so open the door from the inside, control the energy ball to twist the door lock, listen to the clicking sound inside, and ten seconds later, the back door opened.

Donald opened the door, and the smoke was scattered inside. The flames had already ignited half of the room with the help of alcohol. Donald could only barely rush in and head straight for the place where he saw the man throwing the cloth bag. Unfortunately, he found that the cloth bag had long turned into black and gray all over the floor when he arrived at the place. He quickly plucked it back and forth with his feet twice, but he could not find the remaining useful information.

"Donald, go upstairs and take care of your safety!"

Sherlock shouted at the window of the front door, smashing the glass, and then disappeared, probably coming to the back door.

What I went upstairs to see was naturally whether Dr. Andy was at home, so life and death were not to be said.

The ignition was on the first floor, and the fire had not yet developed to the entire house. Donald rushed to the second floor, looked around the corridor, and found the bedroom location.

The door is still locked.

Only use the invisible slave to open the door again.

Doctor Andy was indeed inside, lying on the bed, covered in blood, Donald stepped forward and compared with his hand under her nose, without any breath.

The wound on her chest proved that she could not be saved.

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

The bedside table in the room was turned over and pulled outwards, and what was taken away should be the things in the previous cloth bag.

"Doctor Andy, your death is over. Those girls are going to be killed by you... don't you feel guilty?"

Donald wiped the sweat off his face, feeling helpless.

His eyes looked around unconsciously, and finally stopped on Doctor Andy's right hand. It was not that there was a valuable ring or bracelet on it, but that her fingers were curled up except for her index finger.
Chapter completed!