Chapter 554: Sherlock Holmes and the Potion

dictionary.

encyclopedia.

Gazetteer.

A stone mask with a grim expression.

A parchment scroll written with runes.

A sculpture depicting the bust of a deformed creature.

Mystical amulets and totems from the Far East.

In addition, of course, pipes are indispensable, one made of clay and one made of cherry wood. These two things are placed on the mantelpiece together with the Persian slippers containing tobacco, waiting for the owner to enjoy.

"Letter from Scotland Yard."

A man with sideburns and a medium build carefully walked through these weird collections, and continued: "Justice Johnny in the East District claims that the forty-odd serial murders are related to heresy. Do you want to go and have a look?"

"Wait a moment."

Holmes lowered his head and fiddled with the experimental equipment.

Beside him, there was a cowhide book printed with mysterious patterns, but there was nothing on it.

"Well, you are busy first."

Watson shrugged, and turned to admire his friend's weird collection.

Each of them has a mysterious origin, and even more so for its purpose.

Once, the landlady, Mrs. Hudson, forgot to tell her, and ran over to clean with a feather duster. As a result, she accidentally touched a certain statue.

The poor old woman was in a coma for three full days before she woke up from the nightmare.

In fact, if Holmes, who went out to investigate the case, hadn't returned in time, she would have been immersed in dreams until the end of her life.

And in silence.

Holmes, who was wearing oversized clothes, stopped his hands and looked up to read the blank cowhide book next to him. It seemed that the experiment had encountered difficulties and he needed to read the tutorial again.

Three minutes later, some unknown mineral powder and spar were thrown into the crucible for heating.

Immediately afterwards, Mr. Holmes washed his hands, which were stained with stains and stains.

"I hope you don't fail again."

As he spoke, he twisted open the glass valve on the soft leather tube, allowing the mysterious liquid medium to slowly drip into the pot.

"How many times have you experimented?"

"Forty-three times, I wanted to visit the slums in the afternoon, but the heavy rain is coming, so I can only stay at home and continue to experiment, hoping to succeed."

After temporarily finishing his work and waiting for the result, Holmes stood up and chatted with his partner and confidant.

For the legendary detective of this era, the hairline is not so dangerous, and the beauty point is not obvious. On the contrary, he looks very young, about thirty years old, with smooth skin and square and strong jawline.

The only thing that remains unchanged is the eyes and hooked nose, which make Holmes look extraordinarily alert and decisive.

"I hope your weird experiment will succeed and open my eyes." Watson took the brandy from his friend.

This glass of wine, like the fireplace, warmed him up again.

In Watson's eyes, the open cowhide book was not blank, with a howling buffalo drawn on it——

Holmes believes that this is a potion that temporarily increases strength.

Potions.

As a doctor of medicine, Watson knew something about this field, especially during his military career in colonial India, he was exposed to a lot of legends about potions.

According to legend, the most profound potion can make people covered with dragon scales, making them invulnerable, and the wings stretched out from the back can fly freely.

It can even make the user spit out dragon breath, burning everything in front of him to ashes.

"Justice Johnny should not lie, and he is not a person with little knowledge."

Holmes sipped his brandy and stared at the reacting experimental equipment as he spoke.

"Oh, heretics, a bunch of misguided fellows, I'd hate to have anything to do with them, if I could," Watson sighed.

"As a consulting detective, I cannot ignore Scotland Yard's plea for assistance."

With that said, Holmes poured himself another glass of wine and added, "But we have to wait for the results of the experiment."

Just like that, another few minutes passed.

A voice full of surprise sounded.

"The color is the same as in the record!"

"Stick and red!"

Holmes was very happy that the experiment seemed to be successful, but to be on the safe side, he verified it with the test medium a few times before taking a sip of it.

"It tastes like eel soup, the kind without seasoning, very fishy."

After waiting for a long time, Holmes shook his head. He couldn't feel the swelling feeling that filled his muscles after drinking the strength potion.

"Where did you go wrong again?"

Mr. Detective frowned.

Watson also came over, silently trying to figure out the process recorded in the book in his mind.

"Let's do it again. I must have grasped all the clues that can be found from the above. The process is also strictly in accordance with the text description. It may be that there is a problem with the heating temperature, and we have to find a way to stabilize it."

There is no clock in the room, only a stopwatch that counts down to the second.

Therefore, for the two people who were addicted to the experiment, the time passed so quickly that they didn't realize that the sky had completely darkened.

The raindrops crackled on the windows, as if coating the glass with a flowable film.

Looking at the white world outside, Pan Ming stretched his waist. He finally took care of everything.

"I'll be visiting the headquarters of The Times in a while... Lu Li and Duke should be waiting."

As Pan Ming said, he picked up the prepared potion. This is a magic potion.

With all the forces of the Eastern system being banned, it has allowed itself sufficient self-protection capabilities.

After all, the world seems peaceful, but there are always supernatural events happening, especially in East London, where there are too many strange sects hidden.

Gulp.

There was a swallowing sound.

Pan Ming's handsome facial features were crowded together, and he boasted of his perseverance until he tasted the taste of the potion.

However, there was no time to waste. Pan Ming suppressed his nausea and began to undress in the secret room.

A moment later, the air in the secret room twisted like a vortex. Spots of light spewed out from Pan Ming's body, fainted in the darkness, then converged again and penetrated back into the body.

Repeat several times.

Pan Ming's skin became paler, and at the same time, the sound of bones rubbing against each other continued, and his body began to rise, reaching about 1.8 meters.

"The compensation given by the principal is simply torture, although the strength has returned to its peak state in another form."

While murmuring, Pan Ming began to put on his clothes, and unconsciously glanced at the medicine bottle. In an instant, there was a strange smell in his mouth, which made people want to vomit.

click.

The door opens.

Holding an umbrella, Pan Ming left the apartment as if fleeing, and tried his best to forget the strange taste of the potion.

It's worth mentioning that Pan Ming didn't open the umbrella, he only brought it on for the sake of invisibility, because his figure gradually became transparent, blending perfectly with the rainstorm.

Target: The Times editorial office.

If there are no accidents, Lu Li and Duke will be able to find out where everyone should meet through the newspaper tomorrow morning.