Chapter 113 Where Is that Laboratory?

"Thank you so much." Kaison collapsed on the sofa and said with frustration all over his body.

"Well, as long as the prisoner you're talking about doesn't have any means of teleportation or doesn't perform some mysterious magic ritual in the women's bathroom."

"This shouldn't be the case. Hogwarts has a ban on Apparition, and the bathroom was not abandoned at that time. If there is ritual magic, should he come... Huh?" Kaysen looked at him in confusion and revealed a trace of Sherlock with a mysterious smile.

"How the hell do you know that? I remember you are an ordinary person?"

"About three years ago, I received a case. At that time, you were busy decorating the second prince's house."

"I'll tell you the results directly. There is a laboratory called Baskerville that conducts an experiment. The test subjects there are extremely huge beasts. They call them werewolves!"

"At that time, a werewolf escaped from the laboratory. The person in charge of the laboratory asked me to investigate and lead a team to capture the werewolf."

Kaison was a little embarrassed because he thought that Lupine had told him before that Sherlock had followed him before, and his feelings...

"So you ended up being stopped?"

Sherlock shook his head: "Of course not. I found the werewolf and chatted with him for ten minutes in a cave. It is worth mentioning that he was in human form at that time. If I hadn't seen him turn into a werewolf with my own eyes, I really can’t recognize it.”

"After chatting with him for ten minutes, I decided to let him go. This case was a rare failure for me, but I enjoyed it."

Kaison tactically took out the small bottle from his pocket and took a sip: "So, when did you know about me?"

"From our first meeting, when I asked you to renovate my home, even though you bought a complete set of building materials in great detail and made all the building materials disappear after the decoration was completed, I still found clues."

"Since then, I have always suspected what is going on with you, so I started to investigate you. Well... you were born as an orphan. You went to community primary school and community middle school with social relief funds. You relied on your excellent results to bring you... The investment and scholarship to study Civil Engineering at the University of Manchester seemed very...reasonable, and then I met the werewolf..."

"To be honest, I hate him! I hate that werewolf. Before I even dug out your secrets, that damn werewolf spoiled the answer to the mystery that I didn't find out. Damn illogical magic. Sherlock said angrily.

"Uh... I'm really sorry for you." Kaisen said with a somewhat embarrassed and sinister air.

"But those of you who play magic...Do you have math classes in the magic world...They may not have taken it, but you should have taken it. Why didn't you react?" Sherlock looked at Kai inquiringly. Sen said.

"...What should I react?"

"From the time you knocked on the door to the time I told you a series of times that I already knew your identity because I had no intention of revealing the secret, I almost made it clear."

"Sherlock, how many times do I have to tell you before you understand that the brains of ordinary people are different from yours."

"Since you knocked on the door instead of using the doorbell, I dissed you for not even using the doorbell after leaving the technological society. And what I told you, no normal person would let a magic wizard into the house."

"The third one is the two bottles of wine you gave me. I highly doubt whether your so-called magical world has an industrial production process. I would rather drink the zero-natural and purely additive blended wine you blended for me. You brought it back from the magical world."

"Maybe they are still using the technique of using girls' feet to step on grapes."

"Also, I am very resistant to the cases you mentioned about magic. For example, I finally solved a secret room murder case by relying on my reasoning wisdom and clues. Then I took over the damn magic and told me that I found the wrong murderer. The real murderer is a wizard, and he can teleport! No normal detective would like magic."

Sherlock said a little manically.

"Well... that's very understandable, but now that you know all about these so-called magics, I don't need to go to Manchester again. I can just ask you for help. Maybe you can play with it when you don't have a case at home. Geometric figure decryption and the like, after all, I can’t control you if you shoot at the wall, but if you shoot at my house... I need to stop you.”

Kaysen took out the Magic Manual, spread it out, and a scrambled map of Hogwarts floated out.

"...What is this?" Sherlock said confused.

"...Oh, yes, logically you shouldn't be able to see this thing." Kaysen quickly took off the monocle from his eye socket and handed it to Sherlock.

After the latter stuck it on his eye socket, he could instantly see the graphics on the magic manual.

When he subconsciously raised his head and looked at Kaisen.

"...I can understand both humans and magic...What does MC mean?" Sherlock asked.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand this either. I just hope you don't care about these details." Kaisen said slowly.

"............"

"I really don't know, but maybe you can think of this as my special talent, like alchemy. These glasses are my masterpiece. Do you want me to give you one?"

Sherlock shook his head: "No need. You are insulting the dignity of a great detective who constantly challenges the limits of human intelligence by giving me such small cheating parts."

"Okay, okay, but I really don't mean that." Kaison said.

"Yes, you have always been smart in what you do and say. If you weren't kind and gentle by nature and couldn't say anything unpleasant, you would have been thrown into the Thames in a sack so many times."

"Haha... It sounds like you've spoken out of your mind." Kaysen said, rolling his eyes.

"...By the way, let me ask you, do you know the name of the werewolf you were tracking before?" Kaison said.

"His name is Remus Lupin."

Kayson pinched the bridge of his nose. He had previously thought that maybe Lupine met Sherlock because of another case, or maybe it was just because Sherlock knew that there were werewolves in the world and became interested in Lupine that he pursued it.

But now that I heard Sherlock's confirmation, Remus really escaped from the laboratory...

"............Where is that laboratory?"