[Shen Xia Fuhua] It's dawn

Chapter 6, DAY 3

It was bright daylight, and people stood in the open field behind the towering bell tower.This time, there were three more mounds of dirt on the open space.Andrea, Lawrence, and Algernon.The remaining eight people stood in the open space, without the noisy Lawrence, this time, no one made a sound.The breeze blowing from the sea carried a warm and moist breath, but they had the illusion that their hairs were standing on end.

They seem to know everyone around them, and they don't seem to know any of them.

Nixie and Olos were sobbing tightly next to each other, Remos seemed to want to say a few words, but in the end he just hugged the quiet little thrush tightly, Greg lowered his head and looked haggard, only Mycroft raised his voice His chin was drooping, his jaw was slightly tensed, and everything was the same as before.

I don't know who was the first to turn around, then the second, and then the third. Without saying a word, they left one by one in twos and threes.Mycroft glanced at Greg, who was still standing in front of the dirt pile and had no intention of leaving, and finally walked away.

"Sherlock, this time, did you find clues to their identities?" Greg asked.

"Three of them had beast *bite* wounds on their necks, it seems that this time the werewolves learned their tricks - although the one on Lawrence's neck is more like a quilt *shot* hit* and then was shot The beast *bitten* again. Andrea and Lawrence died* in the same place, there is a *gun on the ground, but the fingerprints have been wiped off. Tell me, Greg, what are you trying to tell me?"

Greg was startled, looked at Sherlock in surprise, and saw that he looked calm, cleared his throat and said, "Sherlock, you have always insisted that our group of survivors are not strangers. But in fact, I didn't know any of you before this. I did lie about my motives for this trip, I was not going to New Zealand for vacation, but to investigate a *bank* failure *Plagiarism* case."

Sherlock and John looked at each other and said, "Tell me."

"One *early* Monday morning last December, the London Bank of Montreal vault on Baker Street was broken into and millions of pounds were stolen, and in the process, the surrounding shops were The staff and residents of the residence claimed to have heard no strange noises, the damage to the vault was minimal, and the number of thieves was small, only interested in cash, and came and went in a hurry. It was later confirmed that it was A Bank of Montreal employee colluded *inside*out* with *thieves* and fled.”

"So you suspect that Miss Nixie Gill is the banker?"

Greg nodded: "That's right, although she is quite different from the photo on her work permit."

"Then why are you telling me this, Greg?" Sherlock drawled. "Why didn't you think of telling me this until now? Is it to dispel my suspicions about you?"

"Of course not!" Greg blushed with a handsome face, "Things have developed to this point, I just hope that the information I know can be helpful to you, although—in any case, you are indeed this group of people The smart one in there! I'm doing it because I'm a Scotland Yard detective!"

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, looking a little happier: "Of course you couldn't help but tell that Mycroft already."

"Of course!"

"But it looks like he's indifferent."

"No—he didn't—"

"Come on John, I know what to do with the morning!" Sherlock said, turned and strode away.John and Greg looked at each other and hurried to follow.

Nixie was standing by the door, seemingly waiting for their arrival.

"Good day, Miss Gill." Sherlock paused, and at a glance he saw a coat draped over the back of a chair by the round table, a large men's plaid coat. "We just want to hear you talk about your—ex-boyfriends, and Lawrence."

Nixie Gill's already red eyes rolled down a string of tears: "I didn't want this! Stat saved me, and he gave me the chance to survive. How grateful I am to him! But Lawrence How timely it appeared again, he and I were too scared, I was helpless on this dangerous island, I always wanted to find someone to rely on."

"No no, I'm not interested in your personal affiliation, I just want to know, what about the *huge* sum of money you *stolen* from the Bank of Montreal? You, you, State, and Lawrence. "

Nixie finally couldn't help but burst into tears: "Stat and Lawrence *gambled* and lost a lot of money, and those people are chasing *killing* them, he said, maybe we can find a way to raise some money, and then find A place to live away from the hustle and bustle. An old friend of Lawrence's in New Zealand helped us *divide* *deposit* money *into* several banks, this is the last trip, we were going to start a new life in New Zealand!"

"Oh, it's a pity that you have encountered a plane crash. Maybe you will never get the money back." John rolled his eyes and said.

"Nixie, you mentioned gambling, so where did they get the money for gambling? It's a lot of money."

"I don't know, I really don't know, Mr. Holmes, they once had a little business in partnership, but I really don't know what it is?"

"Then do you know what feud Andrea has with Lawrence?"

"I don't know." Nixie cried even louder, heartbroken by the distrust she saw in the eyes of the three men in front of her.

Sherlock nodded, he glanced around the simple furnishings in the room, and said mercilessly before leaving, "I suggest you take this opportunity to recall, maybe you and Lawrence are both wolves, and you jointly killed * Killed the hunter Andrea, and Andrea shot and took away Lawrence. Then I will vote for you this evening."

Hearing this, Nixi broke down in tears and almost fainted.

When the bell in the clock tower struck five, the remaining eight survivors gathered again in the small square under the clock tower.They were expressionless and listless, and seemed to have tacitly agreed to the next step of fate.

"I feel like holding a gun in my hand, and I can freely dominate every soul that may not be innocent. This kind of experience is really bad." Greg said to John.

"But we have no choice. Everyone has only one chance to abstain from voting." John lowered his eyes and sighed.

Mycroft glanced at Greg silently, stepped to his side, and said in a deep voice: "Let's start, whoever comes first."

Unexpectedly, it was Nixie Gill who spoke first, tearfully saying: "Last night I went back to bed early for some bread and tins so I really didn't know anything about what happened. Although, I lied, Lawrence and I were not strangers to each other, but we did get to know each other after we were on the island. I knew that he and my late boyfriend, Stater, had engaged in some illegal business, even Might *do *over* human* lives, but that doesn't mean Lawrence is a wolf, and I can't be sure if he's a real prophet, oh, I really don't know who to trust, but please believe me, I am Innocent!" After she finished speaking, she couldn't hold back her tears anymore.

The second to speak was John: "I guess I should identify myself now, I'm a witch. Algernon *attacked* us last night and I *kill** him with poison *poison, so it's ok For sure, Algernon is a wolf. And Sherlock, he's still alive, proving he's not lying, he's—he can't be *thrown* to death in daylight, so he's not a wolf—"

"Dad, so Sherlock is that idiot!" A childish voice broke the solemn atmosphere.

John gave Sherlock an embarrassed look.

McCoff couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth exaggeratedly.

Sherlock gritted his teeth. If he had a choice, he would rather be voted *executed* dead* or *killed* by a werewolf, rather than have such a hateful identity.

He followed John to speak: "The ones who *died* last night were Algernon, Andrea and Lawrence, they *died* with only a *gun by their side, so Andrea is a hunter, she When being *killed* by a werewolf, he did not choose to fight back but shot and took away Lawrence who happened to be next to him. Now it is certain that Rosalind and Algernon are two werewolves, the first *dead* The boy is Cupid, and Andrea, John and I also have special identities, Lawrence is obviously a prophet, Lyle is a commoner, and there should be at least two werewolves among the remaining six people . Remos, it's your turn."

"Uh, good." Remos Wolfe took a deep breath, looked at Sherlock and said, "There is something I think I should confess, my wife, she is a scientist, works in Australia Susie *Biological*Technology*Company, she has been engaged in a research on biological variation for a long time, and later *died*died during an out-of-sight investigation, regarding the location and details of the *difficulty, the company* The company has always been secretive, but as far as I know, the president of this company, Mr. Susie, has a pair of half-children who are at odds with each other and fight to the death for their father's favor." Said in one breath After so many words, Remos was obviously a little unnatural. He habitually moved his left hand to the bridge of his nose, and then put it down again.

"Rosalind and Cupid," Sherlock sighed.

Remus said: "So I agree with what you said, Sherlock. You are not completely strangers. I have always suspected that Rosalind Susie's father's *company* has something to do with my wife's *death* , but couldn't find evidence. Sorry, I didn't confess to you until now."

Sherlock nodded: "But this message does not prove that you are not a werewolf, Remos, out of the six, there is a one-third chance."

"It's not Dad!" Little Thrush rushed to his father and yelled at Sherlock, "Why can't the werewolf be that scoundrel! He can kill Andrea, and Andrea shoots *kills** him at the same time He said that only he can prove that the good people are Sir Lugoni and Andrea, of course the werewolf knows who the good people are! And the two people who have been trying to get out of here, everyone will say that they are good people!"

"But apart from him, no one has ever admitted that he is a prophet." Greg murmured, "Mycroft and I went into the jungle last night. We tried to search for the identity of the werewolf, but we were confronted by three giant wolves. *attack* attack, they are good at hiding their breath, they are very powerful, we were thrown out, I actually saw Andrea running towards us, a wolf turned and pounced on her, but then I passed out In the past." Greg said with some embarrassment, "I agree with Sherlock's deduction, everyone is not completely strangers. I should also confess that my trip is to investigate a *case* case, and I have found * *criminal*, but it doesn't matter if they're werewolves or not.Also, Lemos mentions the *su*xi*biotech*company in australia which reminds me of a scandal it got into *Smell, its laboratory *testing* agents flowed into the underworld market, resulting in *violent* death of a teenager who *purchased* and tried* on the internet*, but the police never found the *network*seller, There is also no conclusive evidence to prove that those reagents came from Su*xi*bio*technology*company, and the case was finally settled.”

The crowd fell silent for a while.

"Do you know what that boy's name is?"

"I remember that boy's name is Robert Haas." Mycroft said in a deep voice, he looked up at the dark clouds in the sky, and continued, "It can be seen that whether he is a werewolf has nothing to do with this person's character. Maybe Miss Haas was a hunter and Lawrence was a werewolf and she shot *killed* him or maybe Miss Haas was a werewolf and Lawrence was a prophet and she killed him. Of course, now it seems that except they are a random match Their identities and past grievances also determine their behavior. But what I care about is not this, but who is the God*God in the dark? Who arranged this game may not be important, but it is Who acted as the executioner? Aside from werewolves who *killed* people, who *did *voted* expulsions like Miss Susie? There was no sign of struggle on the dead* , it can be seen that it is a friend who is close to them."

"In addition to that, I also want you to notice that in addition to werewolves and good people, there may be a third *party* camp, the lovers. So I think it should also be considered whether the lovers are still alive, and whether they are both Nice guy, stuff like that."

"I'm done, kid, what do you think?" Mycroft turned to Olos and said gently.

Oulos was taken aback, and she looked at John and Sherlock as if asking for help, the latter looked indifferently and looked at her calmly.

"I don't know anyone, and I don't have any grievances with anyone. I'm just a child." Her eyes were red, like a frightened little rabbit, and she leaned towards Nixie again after speaking.

"Then, vote." Mycroft said decisively.He gave way in a gentlemanly manner, and Nixie was the first to enter the clock tower.She stayed inside for quite a while, and when she came out again her complexion was pale and her eye circles were red, she raised her eyes to scan the crowd outside, and showed some determination that *death* would be like home.She ignored the crowd, bowed her head and left in a hurry.

Olos is the second.She walked into the bell tower and came down after a while.She looked at the crowd timidly, hesitated to speak, and finally stomped her feet and ran away.

The remaining people walked into the bell tower one by one, and then came out, standing in the square, waiting for the announcement of the final result.

The lively and cheerful icy mechanical male voice sounded at the right time: "Hello, good afternoon everyone, Mr. Holmes is *difficult* not* to die, oh, this is really unexpected! Now let's see who is the lucky one today, Olos 4 votes, Nixie 3 votes, Remos 1 vote. Incredible, little girl, you are exiled!"

Everyone was in an uproar.However, Olos has already left, but she will know the result sooner or later.

Mycroft said in a deep voice: "The werewolf is among us, and the interrogator is also among us. I suggest that we should stay together tonight."

"Oh, but even then you can't stop them from leaving." Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"Then let's strictly declare *interests* and harm, and ask them not to leave." Greg said anxiously.

"Sherlock, I think that's the best thing to do. Even if there are werewolves, are we still afraid if there are so many of us united?" John said.

"I'm afraid that someone will shoot *cold* arrows." Sherlock raised his eyelids, looked at McCoff, and said softly.