The police who had gathered on the path dispersed, still calling Lestrade's name.
In the tunnel, Lestrade woke up slowly. Before he could see the surrounding situation clearly, he suddenly felt a pain on the back of his neck, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted again.
"I was a little gentle just now..."
Sakaki Makoto shook his wrist, and after the police outside walked away, he carried Lestrade and Xiao Ai and quietly slipped out of the tunnel, crossed the path, and went into the woods on the other side.
If Lestrade woke up and found himself in a tunnel, he would definitely explore along the tunnel and eventually find the wine cellar under the stable.
Just to be safe...
It would be safer to leave him in the wilderness.
As for when he would wake up, Sakaki Makoto didn't know, and he didn't care about such trivial matters.
After leaving Officer Lestrade behind, the two jumped over the grove, found the carriage that had been parked on another path, turned around and drove towards Dartmoor.
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2 a.m., Jellosie's Tavern, Dartmoor.
Gerosi is proud to be the only three-story tavern in town.
The pub is only half a street away from the station. It is usually very busy and often has to stay open until late at night before the last customer leaves.
Although he is exhausted every day, Jellosi is very happy. He and his wife run the bar together and sell their own craft ale, which has been well received.
But today...
It was raining heavily outside, and there were few customers drinking. Jellosi wanted to close the shop early and do some long-lost exercise with his wife...
Two uninvited guests came to the door.
The two guests were very strange. One was wearing the red clothes of a train conductor, and the other was dressed like a gentleman, holding a silver snake cane, with meticulous silver hair, a black umbrella... and a small white chrysanthemum in his chest pocket.
He looked solemn, took off his hat, and said politely:
"It's a great day today, isn't it?"
"ah...."
Jellosi looked at the thunder and lightning outside and agreed with a dry laugh:
"Yes, it's a rare good day. Did you encounter any happy things, sir?"
"No, I'm not happy."
The old man shook his head and pointed to the white chrysanthemum on his chest:
"I'm here to pay tribute to my friend. This makes me very sad, so... please give me a glass of the best wine. In order not to embarrass you, you can choose the type of wine."
Saying goodbye to a friend?
Are you kidding? Apart from being serious, there isn't even a hint of sadness on your face... Jellosi thought.
Since the tavern opened, Jellosi has seen all kinds of customers, including gold diggers who are desperate and want to go to the United States to gamble, and gamblers who have lost all their fortunes and use the cheapest wine to get drunk...
But this was the first time he had seen a guest like the old man whose every move and gesture exuded an aristocratic temperament.
After all, nobles would not come to a country place like his to buy wine. Those big men were most suited to magnificent palaces, not small taverns built of wood that smelled faintly of mold.
but....
Who cares what kind of customers they are, as long as they pay, they are all good customers.
"Then you must try the ale brewed by my wife. It is fragrant and sweet, and it won't make you drunk!"
Jellosi smiled and grabbed the glass, walked to a round wooden barrel, pulled out the cork, and dark yellow bubbling liquid gushed out, quickly filling two glasses.
"Please enjoy....If you feel cold, I can bring a stove."
"No, wine is the best stove."
A strong aroma wafted out of the cup. The old man took a sip with a smile, tasted it carefully, and said with heartfelt emotion:
"I haven't had such a refreshing ale in a long time. The last time I tasted it was when I went to Brighton for class..."
"You have good taste, my dear. My wife is from Brighton. Her family owns a farm that grows malt. These wines are made from that malt."
"What time do you usually close?"
"Usually before 3 o'clock, if there are guests who are having a good time drinking, it will be postponed for an hour."
"oh...."
The old man nodded, took out a few banknotes from his sleeve and put them on the table:
"Here are five pounds. We will stay here for a while. We don't want to be disturbed."
5 pounds was enough to buy all the wine behind the counter of the pub. It was a windfall, and Jellosi was very happy and accepted it without hesitation:
"Sir, you are right. Drinking should be done quietly. There will be no other customers in the store except you two. You can stay as long as you want."
"No, no, no, what I mean is that you can go and rest until 8 o'clock tomorrow morning. We have booked this pub, and you are also an outsider."
The old man raised his glass and took a sip:
"Because I'm not sure if any friends will come to visit me."
Aren't you here just to pay tribute to your friend?
Jellosi looked puzzled, but he didn't ask any more questions. After agreeing, he took his wife and left the pub through the back door.
The pub fell completely silent, with only the sound of raindrops hitting the windows.
"Professor, Karasuma..."
After struggling for a long time, the conductor couldn't help but ask:
"Will I really betray you?"
The old man was resting with his eyes closed. After hearing this, he replied after a long while:
"There is something in Lian Ye's eyes, that is the determination of a tiger, and he is a genius, a genius whose wisdom is no less than mine..."
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