Bang!

The wooden door was kicked open by Sherlock, and there was no mouse catching inside, leaving only the rat in the iron cage squeaking.

"Search separately, remember to notify each other when you find clues."

The criminals have bought themselves time to transfer by misleading them. Since they are one step late, if they want to continue chasing, they must have a general direction and goal. This room is the stronghold for the mouse-catching people, and maybe they can find some clues that have been omitted.

The stairs behind the hall outside were upwards where the mouse catcher usually rested. Sherlock rushed up first, while Donald stayed below. While he was away, he took out the tracking powder again. The last time he came over, due to the position of both sides, the back of the workbench was not confirmed.

The mouse-catching man stayed here. When they left, he didn't know what he had done for the time being. At least he could find out his course of action.

Kneading the bridge of the nose between his eyes and opening his spiritual vision. With the experience of the previous two times, Donald entered the state faster this time and stared at the ground behind the workbench. This time, what appeared in front of him was no longer sporadic footprints.

The area behind the workbench was filled with footprints!

The effect of tracking powder is layered. The later the trace is left, the higher the brightness in the spiritual vision. Let's ignore the dim mouse footprints for the time being, Donald focuses on the brightest part.

The mouse catcher got up from the chair, turned around, and walked to the wooden cabinet behind... There were mouse footprints on the cabinet?

After preliminary confirmation, Donald turned off the spiritual vision. This ability cannot be turned on for a long time in his current state. Basically, it only takes more than 10 seconds to have problems with his eyes. So in order to be able to use it multiple times in the future, he can only switch on and off.

There are not many wooden cabinet drawers with mouse footprints on the surface, most of which are concentrated in the middle floor. Donald adjusted his position and pulled it out while jumping backwards to prevent a mutant mouse from popping out from inside and giving him a bite.

The drawer is empty, but the structure of the drawer is a bit unusual. It has no baffle at the rear. Donald bent down and went in along the empty space of the drawer. There is no wooden cabinet with baffle at the rear, but a passage that directly connects the interior of the wall!

Take a deep breath, walk quickly to the wooden cabinet, grab the corners, and push forward. The wooden cabinet is not heavy, and falls forward according to the momentum. The situation behind is clear at a glance. The front wall corresponds to the drawer position, which is close to an irregular hole, which is not like a man-made digging, but is simply picked out by a mouse.

This is an intelligence transit station. If the mouse catcher wants to tell the mouse, just pull open the drawer and let the mice lie in it. Not only is it hidden, but even if someone suddenly visits outside, he can push all the drawers in just a few seconds. No one can see anything unusual when he keeps it.

I am afraid that this is the reason why I close the door and open the window in broad daylight.

"Donald, what's wrong, I heard a sound!"

Sherlock's voice came from behind, and the sound of the wooden cabinet falling to the ground was not light.

"I suggest you come down and take a look. The evidence of communication between the mouse catcher and the mouse has been found."

After replying, she heard footsteps on the stairs. Sherlock came down to see what was on the wall, and he didn't need his explanation, so he could see it at a glance.

"I found a more persuasive one than this. Upstairs, our previous guess was not wrong. This mouse-catching man is a strange disciple!"

Donald was stunned by the name that came out of Sherlock's mouth. He had heard of this name. When he first came out of the sewer, the two murderers called him that...

"Can I ask what a strange disciple is? I don't really understand what you mean."

On the stairs, Donald wanted to know what kind of person the alien represented.

"You don't know? Then I simply tell you that these people are either born with or acquired abilities in some way... In fact, many people call them talent, just like some people are born to jump farther than others and run faster. This is very powerful, but it is also limited. After all, ordinary people have their own limits. Even mediocre people can get close to them through scientific training plans. But these people are different. They have enhanced versions or even mutated versions of these talents, just like the spiritual vision talent required to track powder. That is something that ordinary people cannot do no matter how hard they try. In addition, these people act without any taboos, so the church characterizes them as strange disciples..."

Looking back at the assistant who obviously wanted to ask other things, Sherlock pressed down the hat on his head and said first:

"I can only tell you so much, this is within the scope of permission. If I hadn't been directly contacted today, I wouldn't have told you. As for other information, the less you know, the better, especially if you can't mention it to others casually. It's best not to explore and spread it. Ordinary people know too many secrets, which may become a reason for some people to come to you."

I am not an ordinary person. Strictly speaking, my existence may be more special than the mouse-catching man... much special!

"I just want to know, Sherlock, how did you know this information? Are you also a strange disciple, and aren't you afraid that some of the people you mentioned come to you?"

Is it not good for ordinary people to know too much?

"What do you think I did before being a detective? I am a loyal seeker of paranormal phenomena. In this business, you can personally participate in many events in your name. Just like this in front of you, what I want is not just the ability to catch prisoners, rat catchers communicate and command mice. Don't you want?"

I believe that when most people know that there are superpowers in this world and can find ways to obtain them, they will not help but think about how great it would be if they had superpowers.

This is like Donald's cultivation in his previous life. Do you know that there are gods and ghosts who can still endure loneliness?

Sherlock is just the one who works hard. He may have discovered the other side of the world by some coincidence, and then resolutely devoted himself to it.

But he seemed to avoid the question of why he was not worried about someone coming to the door, but chose to open the door in front of him.

In the bedroom of the mouse-catching man, the yellow walls are covered with cracks. In front of the hard bed I visited in the middle, there is a table smaller than the desk in the hall, with some... experimental tools on it?

Donald clearly saw the alcohol lamp, a small glass beaker, a crucible and a glass bottle that broke into pieces on the ground. He was deliberately flirted with it and had been trampled on the powder piles that had been stomped on several feet.

"He poured all the ingredients together to prevent us from finding the original recipe... It's so shit, if I could catch him for the first time, this recipe is mine!"

Compared to being deceived before, the scene in front of him made Sherlock even more angry, but he still spared no effort to pull a piece of rag next to him, solemnly wrapped the powder on the ground and put it in his pocket.

"What formula can make people communicate with mice?"

"secret!"

He replied angrily, and Sherlock wandered around the room with a sad face.

Donald kept pinching the tracking powder between his fingers, and some were sprinkled around the workbench, and there were indeed bright marks. The mouse catcher had stayed here not long ago, and his footprints extended to the outside of the room. He chased him out and saw another room pointing to the second floor.

Taking advantage of Sherlock's annoyance, I went to open the door. It was a storage room with two or three baskets the size of a basin, about one foot tall.

Taking advantage of the afterglow of the sunset outside the window, Donald noticed a flashing object, bent down and picked up a gold pound in the basket in the middle!

"Sherlock, I think this should be the storage place before the stolen goods. The rat catcher should not only steal Mr. Eble's family, look at this."

The golden pound was raised with a thumb, and the dark golden coins reflected the orange-red sunset afterglow, the heavy weight and crisp sounds were really beautiful.

Oops... it's a feeling of heart!

"Not these matter now. We need to know where he went. What if he took the train to leave Puston City?"

This is the most serious situation. Once the mouse catcher escapes from Puston and wants to find him again, he is looking for a needle in a haystack. No matter whether he can find it in the end, it must have nothing to do with them.

"Looking for another look, aren't there two rooms? Go in and take a look."

The room left was the last hope. The two of them carefully checked it back and forth, but unfortunately things went against their wishes. They searched the entire second floor all over, but couldn't find any other information.

All signs indicate that the mouse-catching man not only retreated calmly, but may even have been ready for a way out.

The residence he chose was almost completely covered with dilapidated rooms, and it was difficult to find witnesses in the nearby areas, so it was probably too late to expand the scope of inquiries.

Donald does have traced powder in his hand, the problem is that there is still half a bottle left in it, just a handful, and it is so big that it is spread over it?

Even if he is scattered hard, let alone whether he can effectively spread the mouse-catching man’s way forward. So what if he finds it, how could he explain to Sherlock?

Besides, the location of the mouse-catching man is likely to be changing all the time, even if he is given a bag of tracking powder, it is probably not enough.

"I failed, once I missed it, and I completely alarmed the enemy. I shouldn't have come in rashly at the beginning."

Sitting on the stone steps outside the house, Sherlock pulled the grass stem in his hand a little depressedly. Donald couldn't say anything comforting at this time. This case was actually not a loss for him, and he even gained something. Not only did he discover new abilities in his eyes, he also got a bottle of 5 gold pounds of tracking powder.

"Let's go, have a meal first. It's useless to be anxious now. Think slowly, there's still some time before late at night."

Failure is not scary, but what is scary is that he will completely sink after a failure. The rapid recovery of Sherlock's emotional state made Donald nod secretly.
Chapter completed!