Holding the handle of the umbrella in his hand, the night wind wrapped in the rain and hit the man under the umbrella. He held a porcelain jar in his hand, and came to the warehouse with the faint light nearby.

Each farm will build a separate warehouse to store hay bales, which can be used to increase the weight of the farmland after incineration and serve as livestock feed in winter.

Put the porcelain urn on the windowsill outside the door, then pick up the kerosene lamp beside it, pull the umbrella back, clamp the neck and elbows, take out a box of matches from your pocket and ignite it. The brightness is not raised, but it is maintained at a weak level, and at most you can see the situation within one meter in front of you.

When he entered the door, he put the umbrella and leaned against the door. The man was carrying a kerosene lamp in one hand and a porcelain urn in the other. There were many hay bales piled up in all corners of the warehouse. He walked around the two columns and went to the inner side, put the kerosene lamp next to him, and took action to carry the hay bales overlapping in front of him, revealing the cellar hole below.

This place was originally a cellar for storing vegetables and potatoes, but Raffindo Farm built a special stone cellar some time ago, and it became a redundant place.

He lifted the wooden board and went down the stone stairs, and the man's breathing echoed in the small space.

"You are here? Turn off the light, please!"

In the shadow of the cellar, someone was avoiding the faint light source...

**

"You need to pay attention to the legs, slightly wider than your shoulders, straighten your arms, protrude at the muzzle, and aiming grooves that come with the gun. You need to pay attention to it. You don't want to stare at it, you have to look at the target."

Holding Donald's shoulder with both hands, Sherlock stretched out his legs to help him adjust his posture, and then nodded and continued:

"The N99 pistol is a basic type of gun. The posture is right. Don't shake your hands when firing. You can find the feeling by firing seven or eight magazines. Look at this, the farm has not cleaned the place, and there are still several boxes of bullets left. It's enough for you to practice the gun, shoot!"

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Feeling the vibration of the gun in the palm of his hand, the target ten meters ahead did not even sound, and all I heard was the sound of bullet shells falling on the table.

"What was there in this box before? Just storing a photo of your mother, you don't have to be so secretive, right?"

Sherlock pinched a large-diameter shell found under the table between his fingers, and looked at the photo on the bottom of the wooden box. There was an obese woman with a similar appearance to Audrey. Needless to think about it, this must be a photo of Audrey's mother.

"There should be other things in the box, but they were taken away... like the hiding location of the wooden box. If I didn't search it deliberately, could I find it?"

I found that the box was located in the underwear drawer, which was an extremely private location. The servants who cleaned the house must not touch it. They must be close servants. However, Audrey's servant knew that during the inquiry, he asked for leave a few days ago to go home to visit relatives. Currently, Fran Shazo is responsible for daily care.

"What is certain now is that the original existence of the box is not simple. There are two possibilities for its disappearance. The first is that the things inside were taken away by Audrey herself, but she went out for a walk in the morning and came back after a walk. Why should she bring them with her?"

"She knew she would be 'missed' after she went out, which means she was 'missing'."

Press the bullet back onto the target and move your right wrist tonight. The goal is to get the bullet to the target normally.

Thinking about various possibilities through the discovery of evidence is the basic thinking, just like when we eat fried dough sticks in the morning, we have to think about whether it is fresh or not. However, the former may require a little more divergent nature of thinking.

"The second possibility is that the things in the box were not taken away by Audrey, but someone else took them away. If I remember correctly, no one has mentioned the box to us since we met the people on the Raffindo Farm, right? Another point is, no matter who took the things in the box, why should we leave the box behind?"

Pulling out the gun from his waist, Sherlock just glanced at the target in front of him, stood still and raised his hand, and fired three shots in a row.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

The iron plate did not shake, proving that the guns and guns were in the middle. Even if it was a target within ten meters, this was still an amazing technology.

"There is critical evidence in the box that can help us understand why Audrey disappeared, whether voluntarily or passively!"

Donald followed suit and fired three shots in a row, but the result was the same, and the target did not shake.

All off target...

"You don't have the talent for guns, please do it. When I first held a gun, I only needed ten rounds to practice, and there were no targets within ten meters of the target."

"Are you showing off?"

"Yes, just like you think, as a talented gunman, I feel superior to you, and this feeling is great."

"If you don't take me like you... I'll see if ordinary people feel this way? Because of their own talent, I think ordinary people are insignificant."

The conversation with Sherlock made Donald involuntarily think of the group of aliens.

Why do the government and the church target the aliens so much and seek the root cause? Is the problem dependent on this sense of superiority?

Humans conquered wild beasts, so we felt superiority from them, captive, enslaved, and even served on the dining table. Of course, this cannot be said to be wrong. Millions of years of evolution are to become a role of knives and forks, rather than being on the chopping board!

What about the strange disciples? They have acquired special abilities through one method or another, and they can also be said to have completed evolution to a higher level, even if it is mutation.

What role do ordinary humans have in their eyes? The chicken, duck, cattle and sheep on the chopping board?

This is probably what the government is worried about. As long as any alien disciple has evil thoughts, their ability is the best tool for crime. The cost of crime is unimaginable. Unlike the apostles in the church who are strictly bound by faith and sanctions, once a part of these people is out of control, the threats that erupt is incalculable.

Donald believed that he would definitely become a strange disciple in the future. Can he restrain his inner desires at that time?

"I have asked others this question. The answer is self-control, which is the real key! Whether it is a foreign disciple or an apostle, if you lack self-control, you will become a villain when facing the test of desire. That is the real trouble!"

Sherlock was loading with bullets, his eyes drooping, obviously recalling the past.

Bang!

The dull sound of gunpowder awakened the two of them who had thought about it.

"You're going to fire?"

"I'm using the bullet...isn't you?"

"Outside!"
Chapter completed!