 Well, Mrs. Baker, it's good you called me when you did, because I think I've just solved your husband's murder. I know this might not appear like much to the average person, but my keen detective vision has figured this out. I big brain detective, big brain! And I know it doesn't look like much to you, but there's one simple clue in what we found here. You see, this is German, so once you look out for anyone with an accent, you should be fine. Well, that's that mystery solved. How can I trust you when you don't even have pants on? Yeah, I usually only get seen from the waist up, so I actually, I don't really own any pants. I just have these shorts, and that's kind of it, but yeah, I guess that's your husband's murder solved. Yippee! Oh, great day. Alright, I got other mysteries to solve on a Sherlock Holmes video game, so I'm going to skedaddle. You know, be out of your hair, Mrs. Baker, or Miss Baker now, because you know, your husband's dead. He's a little detective humor, but yeah, I'm going to head out. See you later, and best of luck with the whole widow thing, you know. Bye-bye. Alright, that is one mystery solved. Now on to the next. Today we're going to be playing Sherlock Holmes, the devil's daughter, which is weird because I don't have a daughter. Maybe that's the mystery. I don't know. We're going to find out. Let's get started. Really completes the ensemble. Ah, yes, I get to interrogate the child. Why are you here, you little punk? It's my father, sir. He's missing. I don't know what to do. Well, frankly, son, I don't blame him. I'd abandon you, too. I don't think I'm caught out to be dealing with children. Build a character portrait by paying attention to the details and determining their meaning. Okay, so he's got a bit of a potato head, a bit of a Thanos head going on, and his eyes are a little wonky, and they're very red actually. Wait, this isn't what they meant? Red eyes. Could he be crying because his father left him? No, it's obviously conjunctivitis. His pale skin indicates that he is suffering from malnutrition. They say he's just abandoned me, but that's a lie. I think you're in denial, kid. How do I say he's in denial? I'm finding my mother is still here. Oh, for God's sake, kid. Look, you're rambling. It's all right. I've heard enough. I got mysteries to solve. Oh, thank you, sir. All right, finally, that kid is gone. Ooh, who is this? Oh, he's part of the circus. You get a little teaser. Ah, yes. Bellboy, they call him. Very entertaining. I'd pay to see that. I found out from the door. Oh, wait. I'm at the wrong door. I don't think I'm a very good detective if I can't even figure out where he lives. To the home, Mr. Holmes. Oh, my God. What the hell is wrong with it? Where did your wall go? Screw your dad. Let's go on a hunt to find your missing wall. Well, I can see the preparations for peasant soup. Really? You're going to insult the child? You call this cooking, kid? It's too dark. I can't see anything. So you just give up? Should we not like try and investigate a bit more? My mother saw she died when I was very young. Oh, okay. Maybe we can use the portrait of his mother. We can put it on fire and use that for light. Ah, candle. Kleptomaniac Holmes just stole it from the kid. I guess you won't be reading anymore, kid, huh? There we go. Now, what have we got in here? Honestly, we could have probably just taken these down. I heard there's a fellow there who's offering a special job. What, at the pub? Fantastic. We've got a lead. All right, Tom, just like your father, I'm going to head to the pub now. If you don't see me again, well, maybe it's you that's the problem. Goodbye. All right, pub, pub. Where's the pub? Cobbler? Is that just a corky hipster bear? I don't feel thirsty right now. No, that's not why we're here. We're trying to investigate. The old tabard pub, North Street. I came back in to find some more evidence because you wouldn't go into the pub and he needed to see that leaflet. Like, I'm a better detective than Sherlock Holmes. And that is now fact. Now, will you go into the pub? I'll probably get there and it'll be after forgetting. Oh, I'm not very thirsty. I don't feel thirsty right now. You fucking did. Glue. Probably taken from a wall. Oh, wait. Okay, there's glue on the back and now he's collected as evidence. Let's try again to go to the pub. If not, we're just going to have to find some salty treats and just make him thirsty so he'll go in there. Finally, he's willing to go in. Oh, it's about time. All right, let's just casually rest against this pole and listen for some information. Equality for the working class. That's not what I need to hear. The man who's offering that special job has a proper set of mutton chop whiskers. Okay, now that is what I need to hear, even though I have no understanding what it actually means because he's using all type. You could just stop. Jesus, I'm trying to eavesdrop over here. Oh, man, oh, I'm stronger together. Like, I don't think I need to eavesdrop. They're so loud. So the man I'm looking for has whiskers and never drinks alcohol. So I'm looking for a cat, I see. This guy has a stash and well, he looks absolutely miserable. So that must mean he doesn't drink alcohol. Alcohol makes you happy. Why would he just throw that on the ground rather than taking it with him? Just leave this evidence behind me. You see that gentleman? I need you to follow him and report back to me. Oh, thank Christ. I'm getting the random kid to do work instead of me. Oh, wait, no, I have to play as the kid? For fuck's sake. I've lost him. I don't know where he's gone. Is this him? Oh, my God. Look at that guy with the bell. He's so impressive at what he does. Oh, wait, hold on. I found him. Okay, hide. There we go. That's not suspicious at all. Like, if I just stood there, I don't think it would have been suspicious. But the fact that he died behind some boxes. They won't let me pass. I'll need to find another way. Wait, why? We're not doing anything. All right. Well, I guess we have to find another way then. I'll be able to continue the chase if I climb up the chimney. But it's dangerous. What? Is this a good idea? I ran in here by accident. Okay. Now I'm trapped in their house. I'm going up the chimney. These people, they don't even mind that I just walked in their house. And now I'm climbing up their chimney. And now I'm cleaning the chimney while I'm up there. May as well make a quick buck while I'm up in their chimney. What is all this smoke? Have they lit a fire? That I've gone up their chimney? They're trying to burn me out? You know, I think I would have lost them. And the amount of time it took me to climb that feckin' chimney. He's still here. That's a relief. Oh no, he has made absolutely no progress at all. Whatever Sherlock Holmes is paying this kid, it is not enough. He's scaling the rooftops and following him along. Oh no. How do I cross? Can I use this board? Okay. The kid uses his telekinesis to drop the board. Oh my God. What is this? This kid is committed to his job. I gotta know what happens. Just fall. Fall. I know. That's it. No horrifying crash or blood or anything? All we get to hear him say is wow, wow. That's it? Oh my God, she's as pale as me. Obviously suffering from malnutrition. Finally, he's arrived at his destination. Oh but what if he climbs up their chimney and escapes? Time to report to Mr. Holmes. Okay, that's it. We gotta tell Mr. Holmes. And honestly, Holmes seems like he has trouble putting two and two together. I feel like this is above his pay grade. Honestly, look at the way that kid moves. Just leave it to the kid. He's smarter and more athletic. He can do the whole thing. In fact, he can just take care of the child. He'll be his new father. Okay, so the Kona arms and the house matches this. Lord Edward Marsh. Father. Caitlyn. Oh God damn it. My own kid found me. That's why I'm really looking into this father's disappearance. I'm like, how did he do it so well? I keep trying to lose this kid, but she keeps finding me. Quick, leave, leave. Maybe I can climb up the chimney and escape it. Why is he reading practical motherhood and parentcraft on his way to the house? I see the other guys there. So he's just kind of looking at it blankly like, you see how good of a parent I am? You see this? Yeah? There's like a comic book in front of it. He's like reading Spider-Man. Hello. My name is Holmes. So that allows me to just walk into Holmes. How are you doing? Right? He's ill. He's a man of wealth. And he's on strong pain killers. That's kind of all the information I need to know, I like this guy. I just get to get on this good side and then he'll leave everything to me in the will. But there, dressed as a working man, I can approach the other fellows to see if they might be interested in a special job. Oh wait, this is the guy I was following from the bar? Oh my God, I'm a horrible detective. I didn't even realize it was the same guy. Oh, there's a note. Here's a list of selected participants for the special education program in October. And this is the guy that is missing. Okay, great. We have a lead of some sort. All right, I got enough evidence to know these people are up to no good. I don't believe this is all for charity. Something's going on here. And I'm going to get to the bottom of it. What's this box, Tom? Oh yeah, I just found it, Mr. Holmes. Oh, you just found it, did you? In your one-room apartment. How the hell did you find it now and not earlier? I think the kid killed him. He wanted to be the man of the house. He's gone mad with power. Wait, do I really need Sherlock Vision to find this bucket? It wasn't very well hidden. Can I make a deduction? No, I can. How do I say it's the kid? I can't, okay. I don't have enough evidence, but that kid will go down. We'll see him hanged before the end of the episode, even if I have to do it myself. Are now we playing as a dog? God, this game is wild. What am I looking for? I'm looking for the gun. Oh wait, hold on, hold on. I got a whiff of something. Oh, the dog opened the door. All right, on we go. Find that rifle, Toby. What is this music as well? And wait, did I find it? What is it, boy? What is it? Well, okay, he's found something here. I'm in the homes now again. And what the hell is down here? It's like a mine shaft in the middle of London. Pile of rubbish. Yeah, it is a pile of rubbish, isn't it? Oh, what the hell? Okay, I've stumbled upon something. There's a picture of the kid in here. What a creepy picture it is. Maybe they just locked it away because it's a bad picture. I get that. Oh, a letter. Dear Tom, okay, it's for the kid, but I'm sure it's fine reading the kid's mail. If you're reading this letter, then it means that I'm dead. Okay, well that's bad news. Don't despair. Try to be happy for you'll grow up to be a man someday. I mean, I'm not sure he will, to be honest. I don't know if he can survive in this world by himself. Did you see what he was making for dinner? It was some peasant soup. The hell is this? There's a list of people assigned to groups and they match the people on this paper that was in that guy's mansion. Something's fecky here. I just don't know what it is yet. There was a rifle here. George Hearst took it with him. But why? What the hell is he up to? I don't understand. All right, it's time for some deductions. I've got a lot of evidence here and I want to be one of those detectives that has a pin board and you link stuff together with bits of string because that means you've made it as a detective. You're a good cop. Okay, we need to sneak into his house to make some more deductions. We can do that. I mean, we've made like none so far. We're following wild leads here, but it's somehow working due to the competency of my dog and that random kid. Look at him just skulking around. He's not pretty good at hiding, is he? What is he doing? Even Watson is like, oh dude, come on, this is a new low. Also, Holmes, I don't mean to bring this up, but what the hell is wrong with your ass? What's going on there? Look at it. It's so weirdly shaped. Maybe we should get Dr. Watson to take a look at that. We have a big problem with just walking into people's houses, don't we? I would very much like to see Lord Marsh, if you please. Okay, you're being way too fucking loud. No, I'd rather just get caught. I deserve to be caught. Why didn't I just wait to come in at a different point? Mr. Holmes? He's just standing there in the house. I'm Mr. Holmes. That means I can walk into people's homes. That excuse would work every time. It would at least get a little chuckled. There you go. That's a good way of distracting someone, just smashing all their crap. Lord Marsh is a keen hunter. No, he's not. Look at those pictures. That one on the right is the worst photoshop I've ever seen. Ah, I found a safe. Shall I retire to your office, Lord Marsh? Come back, dude. He's gonna go into the office where I am. I don't feel safe. Do you get it? It's a safe choke. Knowing him, he's probably just out in the open, but he's squatting, so that means he's hiding. There we go. I cracked the safe. Now let's see what's inside. It better be gold. Ah, useless letters. I don't want letters. I want riches. The guy's dying anyway. He doesn't need it. All right, I got letters and I got a map. God, I just want money. What the hell was that? Oh, yeah, take his bloody handkerchief. That's the real treasure after all. But what the hell was that noise outside? All right, now that we've stolen that handkerchief, let's take a look at it. It appears that Lord Marsh is seriously ill. I don't think we needed to analyze this all stuff to determine that. Holmes, this is no longer a laughing matter. It was a laughing matter? When? A kid's dad is missing. What were you laughing at, you sick feck? Thank you, Miss Alice. Until later. Oh, no, it's the kid. God damn it. How do we escape from her this time? All right, here's the little map I found in the safe. Where the hell does this match up? I don't suppose this is the exact same scale. Is it? That would be really helpful. Oh, wait, hold on. It is. Okay, well, that's convenient. It's like someone sketched it directly from my map. Maybe I'm the bad guy. I think I'm missing some clues. There are hunters, a club, and they're meeting in the forest. So they must be going hunting in the forest. What the hell is that? Wait, I'm being hunted now? How did this happen? Turns out he was hunting the greatest game of all. Me. This is all escalating fast. Let's see how long you can stay alive. What the hell? Who is this? Is this the Tom's dad? Are you pissed that I'm trying to bring you back to him? I would be. He's an awful kid. Wait, what? What the hell? What was that camera angle? Okay, I am going to die. Ow. What the hell? What kind of angle does he have on me? There's no way he could see me there. He is repeatedly shooting me. How am I alive? Stop calling me pet names. Do you think he thinks I am just like a deer or something? Maybe I should have wore a Hivey's jacket. Just chasing me around. He's like, why is this deer up on two legs? He must be a rare one. Better shoot him. Shady path or rare bushes? All right, let's go through the rare bushes. Whatever the hell that means. Oh, the rare bushes were hiding a rare hazard. Wait, what the hell is this? A body? He was poor. All right, well, that's a bit feckin judgmental. I have some respect for the day. It's got damned. Are you really on me chased again? Are you serious? Can you give me a moment's peace without being shot? See, that angle was impossible. Ah, for feck's sake. I'm not even a bear. How did that work on me? False advertising. Should be called a mantrap. Okay, that was through a feckin wall. This is getting annoying. What? Okay, I was in cover. I don't understand this game. Smell of the swamp. I will always go in the direction of Shrek scent. Okay, that time it did hit me, but it actually didn't. My God, it's Lord Harrington's body. Wait, who's that? Okay, I'm missing something here. He was part of the hunting club or something? I'm not sure. Aha, a little cabin to hide in. Oh, for feck's sake. That didn't last long. Oh no. Oh no, this is terrifying. But he didn't even come to the door. What was he supposed to do? All right, hide. Hide in there. Hide in there. Wait, is that the guy from earlier? The sick dude? Wait, who is that? Who are you? Georgia is from the first love at scouts. Here to deliver justice. What the hell? That's Tom's dad. How did someone as cool as you have such a lame son? Oh my God, look at his mouth. He's like Two-Face. Flip a coin. Heads, kill him, tails, don't let him live. Oh God, no, he's throwing him up against me. Please, I'm already scared in here. So that sick guy and his companions have been hunting down people in the forest? And George, Tom's dad, is taking the law into his own hands. He's being a bit of a vigilante. Wait, this is the clue from earlier about his farewell letter. I make all the last chance. George wrote a farewell letter, but he didn't give it to Tom. There's a chance that he is still alive, even though he's standing right in front of me. All right, I've got all the evidence figured out. Now to confront him. If you've endangered my lad in any way, you will pay dearly. Wait, don't point your gun at me. I'm the good guy. You two-faced bastard. Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. I apologize. If you allow Marsh to live and be arrested, you will suffer a punishment far greater than your eye could deliver. Why am I talking about this, dude? He went to a lot of trouble to kill this man. Just let him kill it, okay? He's earned it. Wait, what the hell? Huh? This is how you became sick, Lord Marsh. Oh wait, Marsh has been killing them. Okay, why? Why is he doing this? Just for hunting men, is that it? But don't let me die like this. Just kill me now. Ah, I stole your kill, buddy. That was so unnecessary. I understand your view, Mr. Hearst. I really do, but I couldn't allow you to continue. Yeah, I couldn't let you kill that man. So I killed him for some reason. I mean, no sense at all after giving the speech of let him live, we'll send him to prison. Wait, you can replay the ending? Wait, I can absolve him? Yeah, absolve him. It's just a few heads and boxes. We've all been there, okay? Yeah, it's not as shocking the second time around. I'm okay with letting him go. He made a few mistakes, but it's okay to forgive sometimes. There we go. This is our canon ending. We absolve the criminal and kill the vigilante. Even the guy who I saved. Mr. Hearst, what the hell are you doing? This makes no sense. 6% of people made the same moral choice. What is wrong with those 6%? Goddamn, that was a horrible ending. Well, that's our ending. You're playing bowls? Indoors? That's the problem he has. He doesn't have a problem with the last case where I just let the bad guy go and shot the like, pretty morally good guy. That's fine. He draws the line and bowling indoors. All right, well, we're going to leave it there. That is enough mystery solved for one day. And frankly, I'm not sure it's the right job for me. No, I don't think I am Sherlock Holmes. No, and that's, I don't think I am in quote Sherlock Holmes, not I don't think I am Sherlock comma Holmes. I'm not cool enough to say things like that. But I hope you enjoyed the video. I really do hope you did. I appreciate you watching as always. If you want to see more of me, you can watch my videos every day. I post every single day. And I also stream over on Twitch. The link to that is in the description. But for now, we're going to leave it there. So yeah, thanks for watching. And I hope to see you next time. Bye for now.