"The villain is you ... Osborne Livingston!"

"Ugh, Mr. Holmes!"

Osborne was startled, nearly slipping the crown out of his hand. The two little ones swept in front of Osborne, roaring and fierce glances at Holmes and Watson. Osborne looked down at those two and hurried to stop them.

"Wait, Napa Kida don't..."

Osborne slipped on his lips. Swallow the words to say 'Don't kill'. He narrowed his eyes. Sherlock Holmes's eyes said that he knows everything. Osborne clenched his fist due to the condition he was definitely not going to survive. In his head spinning like a scale to find a way to make him survive ...

"Are we not going to talk a little?" Sherlock Holmes said in a light, expressive tone, just like the first day Osborne came to his house to ask for help. "Like the true cause of death of your father and other people's father. Including why you went to met Mr. Malcolm,"

Redmond Rosevelt's cause of death was a short hair man blowing a poison dart. But Malcolm's case was being attacked and pushed down a window. Even though he can use the poison dart. Also, the owner of the footprint that entered the Malcolm home that night was Osborne. What did he need to get into the crime scene?

Osborne let out a long sigh. Look up at the sky where the clouds cover the sun. Then spoke in a weak voice,

"All because of the treasure ..."

Osborn says that half a year ago, his family needed money. His father, Oliver Livingston, began to think of three hidden treasures and told him the story.

"If we get that treasure, Even if it's just one diamond, We will be able to continue trading. And then we heard that Malcolm’s senior died from a strange disease. Father thought it was an opportunity to negotiate to share a treasure, so he went to see Rosevelt. The result of the negotiations ..." Osborne's voice faded. The look in his eyes radiated the pain that had happened. The face is distorted as if to question why.

"Both Father and Rosevelt died ..."

Sherlock Holmes raised an eyebrow. Osborne continued as if this was the first time venting what was hidden in his heart.

"Scotland Yard said they shoot each other. Assumed that quarrel and anger, but their corpses' condition were much more than that ... they were pierced by more than three bullets, their faces before their death, distorted, looking crazy. Until there was a rumor they were possessed by demons to kill each other ... I had no idea what exactly happened that day. After that, I negotiated with Alex Blake, the last owner of the treasure contract. I went to his house, Napa and Kida. These two went too."

Osborne put his hands on the heads of the two little ones. He calls short hair Napa and long hair Kida. Osborne's expression when speaking of Seamus' father expressed deep regret.

"It was a mistake. Alex Blake disagreed and began to think about giving the promised treasure to the devil. It was an imaginary promise. My father said after writing a magic circle, the pentagram, and the blood-inducing ceremony, he did not see a devil coming out. But Alex Blake insisted, we fought, he pushed me down and yelled me out of the house. Napa and Kida, who were hiding nearby, were angry, understood that I had been attacked, and they assault Alex Blake. When these two angry, their emotions were so intense that they didn't listen to what I had forbidden. It was bad enough, but his wife ... Seamus' mother, walked in. She screamed and shouted, so Napa and Kida killed her."

"And Seamus ..." Sherlock Holmes frowned, recalling what the boy said 'Devil'.

"Only that child saw the scene. But I didn't want these two to kill anyone else, so I stopped them and ran out of the window before the other servants came. When I saw him again, he didn't seem to remember anything. ... I didn't want it to turn out like this."

There was a silence as Osborne finished.

"If you think so, what about the deaths of Norville Malcolm and Redmond Rosevelt?"

Osborne took a breath to adjust his mood. When he began to speak again, his blue eyes flashed with greedy flames.

"It's only me left. Only I know about treasures. If I had a map and three parts of the key. The treasure will be mine alone."

Osborne, during the time he was frightened by the consequences of his own actions. It is not God who tells him to stop. But it was the devil who led him to go on.

"This time, I don't use the negotiation method. But sent these two to steal the map and the key by choosing a Malcolm home since only had a Norvill and two servants. "

Sherlock Holmes thinks what Malcolm said was being watched, a dark shadow stalking and sneaking into the room. He wasn't lying, but sadly, no one believed him.

"But your little friend can't find the map and the key."

"Yes," Osborne nodded, "and Norville Malcolm, who started digging into the treasure, contacted Redmond Rosevelt and me to talk. I pretended to know nothing. But Malcolm was insane, so delirious about the devil until he didn't trust anyone. As for Rosevelt ... of course, he was suspicious of me because my father contacted his father, and then both died. So, I sent these two to make Rosevelt terrify, lock himself like Malcolm. And on the day when Malcolm was extremely scared, no one else at home. I entered myself, intending to find the map and the key or intimidate until he was told. But he kept his mouth shut and going to hurt me. So, I followed the original plan to have Napa push Malcolm down the window. But they are not good at subtleties. Even if it impossible to pretend to be suicide, at least it has spread rumors about the devil kill people."

But in the end, Osborne didn't get what he wanted. Because James Moriarty took the map and key before Malcolm came to consult Sherlock Holmes. As for Redmond Rosevelt, who locks himself, Scarlet takes over the key and map instead. But, even after seeing the map, Osborn couldn't solve a hidden mystery, including finding the Malcolm key; otherwise, he couldn't open the treasure chest.

"So you've come to me to fool me into solving map and getting Malcolm's key for you. I think the rumors about me that you heard are not my abilities but connections with the police."

Osborne sent Napa to kill Redmond. Pretend to fear the curse of the devil. Insist on fulfilling the promise of giving treasure to the devil. In fact, Napa and Kida piggyback ride, dressed in robes, and stole the treasure. If everything went according to plan, he would have possessed all three great treasures.

"But you showed up at the last minute. Ruined everything," said Osborne with a lost dream look in his eyes.

"Yes, there is no plan that will go without obstacles. Life is not as easy."

"If there is only you here. It would be different. But your assistant ..." Osborne nodded to Watson, who said nothing. "Napa said Mr. Watson was poisoned with a dart but was fine. Your assistant is really awesome. He was not there when we were all fainted from the poison powder. You had him stalking Napa and Kida here, right?"

"That's because I knew from the beginning that the culprit was you." Sherlock Holmes distracts his attention from Watson didn't die because of poison.

"When I went to the Norville Malcolm home. I found the footprints of a third person. When measured by size, that person was a man about the same height as me," said Detective Holmes. In which Osborne was about the same height

"Also, something that is dropped from the shoe. Besides dirt, there is one more thing. Mr. Livingston, your house is made of honey-colored stone, isn't it?"

Osborne opened his eyes, an awkward gesture.

"What I found was the honey-colored rubble, and what stuck on the windowsill was the fleece. Where to find a honey-colored stone and famous shepherding is the Cotswolds. Your hometown," said Sherlock Holmes, "but this evidence is not enough. So I told you where to hide the treasure. To meet you ... right here."

When the detective finished, Osborne kept his head silent for a while. The two little ones looked up at Osborne, alternating with the Sherlock Holmes, with puzzled expressions, not understanding the English they spoke.

"Guilt ..."

In the end, Osborne spoke slowly, staring at Sherlock holmes' eyes, and stepped in front of the little one.

"... Offense of killing people I accept it solely. The two of them, Napa and Kida, they just followed my orders. They were the poor; I gave food and then followed me all the time. They did everything for me. They can't judge what right or wrong. So please ... just let them go. "

"I can't do that."

Sherlock Holmes shook his head, and his eyes were steadfast in what he held.

"Law is Law. If using emotion or pity, how can you look at the victim's family's face? Humans are strange ..." The detective glared at Osborne and said in a scolded tone. "... even though you said you care for them, but what you do is different. If you really think of them, then you shouldn't order them to do bad things just to satisfy your own greed in the first place."

Osborne narrowed his eyes with an expression that seemed to cry. Sherlock Holmes's words hit a small part of the mind that had not yet been overwhelmed by greed. He did things he shouldn't have done from the beginning, ruining other people's lives, and led the people who loved him to get involved. Now is the time to bear the consequences of his action.

Osborne looked down at the precious crown in hand, only to get it. He had to waste so many things he couldn't get back.

Thud!

The crown fell from the hand.

"I'm sorry." Osborne turned back on his knees, hugging the two brothers.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"Osborn, go, go." Kida, a small, long-haired guy twitching Osborne's sleeves, hurried to leave. He couldn't understand what Osborne talking about. Kida glanced at the Sherlock Holmes with disapproval before speaking in the dialect.

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"No ..." Osborne understands what the other is saying. Two siblings are struggling to learn English. So he chose to learn their own language, to understand each other faster. He stroked Kida's head and shook his head. "Can't do that, sorry."

The small face, like a monkey, widen his eyes. The more he saw Osborne cry, anger rages in his heart as he glances at Sherlock Holmes, the man who has troubled the people who are a lifesaver.

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Napa, a small man with short hair, charged towards the detective with crazy eyes. Kida leaves from Osborne, leaping like a hunting dog. The two of them reached out a tube for blowing darts and reached their lips.

"Don't!"

Osborne's banished voice did not reach their ears.

Watson threw himself before Sherlock Holmes.

"Watson!"

Swish!!!

Napa's dart through the air, Watson dashed towards the brothers, using two fingers to grab the dart in midair. He grabbed Napa's neck with his right hand. Squeeze so hard until he can feel the fractured bone. Kida's poison dart was flying towards Sherlock holmes. Watson threw Napa's body to take the darts instead. At the same time, the dart that he received was thrown into Kida's forehead.

Napa's body rolled several times before lying motionless. Kida collapsed to the ground. The two small figures widen their eyes. The agony of the poison they were proud of surged through their bodies, their faces distorted, their muscles contracted violently and lethal before Osborn reached them.

"Kida, Kida," Osborne cry out, hugged the small body to his chest, and reached out to the other person. "Napa ... No, why ..."

"Watson ..."

Sherlock Holmes said in a low voice. Looking at the silver-haired man's back with various expressions. The incident scene quickly made it impossible to utter any words, even with Osborne hugging two breathless bodies. He didn't know what to say.

"Mr. Livingston."

Sherlock Holmes stepped towards the man who was still crying. Suddenly ...

[rumbling]

Without any sign. The earth shook violently. The land that was once thought stable crumble in second. The moment Holmes felt a tingling sensation in his stomach, his feet floated off the ground and was about to fall. His two hands instinctively extended out to find a grip.

"Holmes !!!"

Watson took Holmes's hand in time. But the area he was standing on was not safe and could collapse at any time. When thinking of pulling the other person far away from here.

"... help me."

The whistling sound of nearby Osborne reaches Holmes's ears. The detective automatically reaches out his hand. As the fingertips of both fingers touch each other. Holmes saw Osborne Livingston, Napa, and Kida's lifeless body, as well as the three treasures, fell into the crevice of the earth before his eyes.