"Hey~ This gentleman's vision is really accurate. When my family was a child, I thought I was very talented in being a detective. When the girl's disappearance case came out, through communication with some friends in the industry, I did find some unusual places. Those missing girls are... pure girls."

Pulling down the corner of his clothes, he looked straight, holding his hands, and making a contemplative look, and finally came to this conclusion.

"Cough, cough cough~"

Sherlock, who had just stuffed a cookie into his mouth, almost passed away.

"It makes sense, it makes sense...you still eat! Are you really not afraid of people discovering it?"

Slap Sherlock's back to make him feel relieved.

"Thank you, I didn't eat lunch, I'm a little hungry, I won't eat it now."

Looking at Donald, Sherlock pursed his lips and cheered up again.

"What do you mean? I said before that we were not at risk, but now I said that the murderer wanted to catch a pure girl. Are you scolding us in a roundabout way?"

The woman is meticulous and refutes.

"You two are married, of course they are not pure. I mean purity because I have never experienced men!"

As soon as this was said, the two waiters spat quickly, indicating that he was too rude, but the two Donald next to him suddenly turned serious.

"How do you know that they are all...pure?"

Sherlock took a step forward.

"Of course, it's up to friends who are traveling with me. They told me that several of the girls who are currently missing have appeared in lady gatherings. You also know that it is a gathering for girls..."

Not all, but a few, and it can be said that this conclusion is generalized by partiality.

But this is a new idea.

Virgins, this type of girl, are often frequently mentioned in some special rituals.

"Hey! What are you doing? I asked you to work, not to gather together to chat, the guests will arrive immediately. If I find that you are not ready, I will not pay you a penny salary!"

The sudden appearance of the housekeeper disrupted the matter, and everyone stopped talking, just worked on their own affairs.

Although there were two people who were catching up with the waters, the arrangement of the venue was not complicated and was finally completed on time. The guests entered the venue, and Mr. Griffin was among them.

The party began soon, the door was closed, and the music from inside was mixed with laughter from men and women.

"How can I get in? Knock on the door and let Mr. Griffin come out and pose for us?"

Looking at the door, the butler was near the door.

"Don't worry, he will come out. The focus of this type of cocktail party is no longer on the party, but on the actions after the party."

As Sherlock said, after waiting outside for about half an hour, Mr. Griffin came out. Not to mention that the drink party ended a little fast, his condition was different from what he imagined.

"You bastards actually deceived me. Do you think I am **? I also have love... Don't follow me. My heart has been taken away by Miss Madeline Kirk. Facing you, I have no desire anymore. Please stay away from me. I still have to go back and continue looking for my girl!"

Griffin shouted loudly, constantly trying to break away from the arms of the two girls. The goddess in his heart was in dire straits. As a gentleman, he definitely could not enjoy it at this time.

"I'm still a passionate gentleman. Will this scene be useful?"

"Of course it's useful. The camera won't record the sound. Don't you think this scene is like a push and pull between a man and a woman?"

Sherlock instructed Donald to pick up the camera and prepare for shooting, but the shutter was not pressed down for a long time.

"What's wrong?"

At this time, Griffin was shouting and taking two women to the porch near the porch. If he didn't take pictures, it would be too late.

"What's wrong, look at the two women's hands."

The camera lens makes people concentrate, and Donald quickly notices that the current scene seems to be Griffin dragging two women forward.

In fact, if you look closely, you will find that the two girls' left hands are surrounded by one of his arms, and their right hands are placed on his back and pushing him forward!

"Is this a great night with our Mr. Griffin? Is it still a little early?"

The sunset light cast from the window next to it is still warm, but it is only 5:30 now.

"I don't think men might want women to be tougher in this regard and use spurious behavior to increase their interest... But at this time, Mr. Griffin obviously refused."

"Forcing? Spurring? Our Mr. Grant understands very well."

I don’t know what’s wrong, Sherlock is very concerned about this topic.

Donald didn't realize it at all, and quickly followed them after they turned the corner.

"You haven't let go of me yet. The first time I saw you such a rude lady, I don't know how to hit women, but please give me respect..."

Halfway through the conversation, I stopped.

The sound of his horse's hooves trampling on the brick and stone floor immediately at the door.

"Kidnap!"

The two looked at each other and quickly accelerated their pace. When they arrived outside the door, they saw that the carriage had already driven away from the gate.

Fortunately, this is the central city area, with many carriages coming and going. The two rushed to the street, stopped one before completely losing each other's trace and asked the coachman to follow.

The carriage went around and finally arrived at the entrance of a meat processing factory, and Donald and his two carriages were parked on the other side of the street.

Hiding behind the mailbox on the side of the road, two men appeared at the door in front of them, looked around and gestured to the carriage. As soon as the door opened, the limp Griffin was quickly approached the field.

“We go in through the back door.”

"If the other party is really a kidnapper, there is a likely gunfight. Are you sure you don't call the police first?"

The bullet has no eyes. Although he has faced strangers and monsters, Donald is still a little nervous about the possible dangerous situations.

"Just a few kidnappers, I have confidence in myself. Just make sure you are safe. With your ability... you should do it, right?"

Sherlock blinked and deliberately paused behind the scenes for a while.

What can Donald say?

With his current ability, the one in his family can't beat him, so there is no problem in dealing with some ordinary people.

It's really a critical moment.

What he was afraid of was not that the other party hurt him, but that he took too much action and beat him to death.

Although he has not learned the completely aggressive spell skills yet, after being easily defeated by Infinita, Donald also took the time to think about how to use an invisible slave to attack.

Following Sherlock, waiting for the carriage to leave, then he walked around the other side.

The factory's back door is naturally locked.

"You can do this kind of lock-opening skills?"

Donald was surprised to see Sherlock pulling out a wire from his pocket and fiddling in the door lock. He never knew that his boss had such skills.

"If you want to be a detective, you have to be omnipotent. I'm just opening a lock..."

Click.

The wire was broken and the keyhole was blocked.

The face hurts so much.

......

His eyes turned to the rear windows of the factory.
Chapter completed!