[Comprehensive] Aunt sweeping the floor

Confessing everything is equivalent to directly losing the value of use.

A deeper level of fear descended on Gavin.He could hardly believe that he was speaking the truth so directly.

At the same time, memories washed over him, and Gavin suddenly recalled years ago, when Victoria was young, when her second daughter was just born.Victoria went to the bar to get drunk without telling Nolan, and when discussing things with him by the way, she said, "You don't know, that little thing is a monster. That guy Nolan even defended her!"

At that time, they all thought it was just Victoria's slip of the tongue after drinking, and Victoria never said anything about it for many years afterwards.But what if it is true?People are always reluctant to admit their mistakes in the face of failure, and it always makes people feel better to blame the source of the problem on others.

Gavin said in horror: "You...you are a demon! You used magic on me!"

magic?Catherine sneered.She brushed her long hair, and sealed Gavin's mouth again impatiently.

Catherine doesn't even bother to use magic for this level of scum.Punishing a person with magic wasn't Catherine's forte.Knowing the truth, Catherine just wants to punish those sinners with the most severe means... Magic is too addictive!

"Then let's get started." Catherine held the man with her chin in her hand for a while, she had no intention of talking nonsense to this kind of man.Pain is the best form of redemption.When this person dies, Catherine will arrange an excellent death appearance for him.

The sound of struggling continued to be heard in the warehouse.This kind of subtle and frequent struggle gradually subsides from being powerful, and listening to the sound makes people feel creepy.

"Enough!" When it was close to midnight, the portrait placed on the table by Catherine finally uttered. "He's dying."

"Really?" Catherine didn't look back, she looked at Gavin's lack of a good piece of meat very coldly, and didn't want to stop at all.

"You should see what you look like now." Snape closed his eyes, and his voice remained cold.

"What am I like now? I think it's not bad!" Catherine replied calmly, and then cursed in a low voice: "Damn it! You scared him."

Snape being able to make a sound as an oil painting just proves the existence of the devil.Criminals tend to fear ghosts and gods more than ordinary people, but it's a pity that guys at Gavin's level don't know the existence of superpowers.

When he first heard Snape's words, Gavin was still very moved.He didn't expect to be able to escape today, but a clean end was far better than this painful torture.

Although Gavin couldn't bow his head, he could imagine the terrible situation on his body.The half of his body leaning against the back of the chair was intact, but the flesh on the front was cut off by Catherine in extremely thin layers, and spread flat on a piece of plastic paper.

This looks like sashimi on Japanese food, bright red and very tender.

It would be nice to have a happy one.Losing blood doesn't make the excruciating pain any less painful.Catherine's knife is so artistic, you can't imagine that this is the first time she has done this kind of thing.Before that, Catherine never had the idea of ​​killing people.

"You scared him to death. Is this considered an achievement?" Catherine carefully examined Gavin's wound, and confirmed that the guy was already extremely weak, and was scared to death by Snape's words. up.

"You're doing meaningless things." It's like the Dark Lord torturing Muggles, it doesn't matter!Snape didn't like to see such fearless torture.Slytherins don't do things that don't pay off.

"It's not meaningless. If you look at the problem from my point of view, I have lived a life without knowing the so-called for so many years, and only now know what the origin is. If they are the source of my misfortune, then I will Let these people live a more miserable life than me!"

Catherine found a clean place to wipe the paring knife on Gavin's body.It is not easy to find such a place on a corpse that has lost too much blood, especially Gavin's front has completely become like a skeleton, the muscles have been stripped, and the internal organs are faintly visible.

Snape said nothing more.But Catherine still has concerns.She was more nervous now than before, and Catherine would always look like a child who never grew up on certain issues.

Catherine turned her back to the portrait, pretending not to care, and said: "Look, no matter what, this man is dead. And I tortured him to death with my own hands... You also saw it with your own eyes - I killed someone... You can go to Potter and tell him all this."

Catherine waited for Snape's answer, and even the movement of wiping the knife slowed down.When Catherine finally put the fruit knife into the sheath.

There was a cold snort from behind her. "I'll judge your situation and make a decision. Telling Potter is not an option for me."

Catherine breathed a sigh of relief at this answer.She thought it was a good sign.

"Thank you."

"I think you need to reflect on your problem. If you are not a child who is short of milk, you should know that you should not always look for spiritual sustenance by yourself. This will only make you very cowardly and ridiculous!" Snape obviously He has already seen the problems in Catherine. If he is still alive, even if he is unwilling, it is still possible to be a mentor to others.

But a portrait?Don't look at the joke.No one should be someone else's spiritual sustenance.Catherine Nolan needs to make herself stronger.

As for the man who died extremely miserable?

In fact, his death wasn't the scariest Snape had ever seen.The Dark Lord's imagination is a bit more advanced than Catherine's, and the effects that can be achieved with magic are not as small as Catherine is now.These events bring back some darker memories in the portrait.Snape quickly returned to the room in the oil painting, and when Catherine turned around, he didn't even see a single corner of his robe.

But this did not prevent Catherine from being pleasantly surprised. —she was finally beginning to find another person who could understand her.Although this person is dead.Maybe when she has time, she should go to see Professor Snape's tombstone?

There was a new change in the TV news the next day.It was rare for Catherine to get up early. After dinner, she sat on the coffee table and absently turned the pages of a required book on psychology.

When the news came to the domestic case, Anna happened to wash two apples.She handed one to Catherine, and sat next to Catherine to watch the news.

'This morning, the police found the body of an unknown man by the Thames River. The deceased was tortured brutally before his death. The time is still under investigation. 'There is a thick layer of mosaic on the photos at the news scene, and the bright red grids make people generate countless guesses out of thin air.

Anna was clearly a little interested in this message.She specifically asked Catherine if she had any more inside information.After getting a negative answer from Catherine, she turned to the omnipotent Internet for help.

Pictures went viral on Twitter.Several eyewitnesses have uploaded images of horseless photos, processed in black and white, which slightly lessens the horror of the images.However, those slices of flesh on the deceased's stomach, which were obviously cut off and joined together, appeared scattered like fish scales due to the movement of the corpse.

This perverted method of killing undoubtedly reminded many detective fans.Anna turned her head and said to Catherine: "It seems that this matter is quite serious. Yesterday the police also said that they had uncovered a large criminal gang gathering, and this kind of thing happened today." Anna snorted coldly, feeling very Interesting: "Someone went to the scene to investigate what happened. It is estimated that the pressure on the police will increase this time."

Catherine hummed perfunctorily.She confirmed that things were exactly as she had expected - Catherine had no interest in social accounts due to some strange insistence.This kind of fragmented information can easily occupy her energy.

And you probably haven't seen some guys who make a living by deploying information sellers to use this kind of social software-this is almost blatantly exposing their network, and it's better to do less face-slapping things.

... Well, Catherine admitted that the most critical problem is that she is afraid that too few people will like it after the update, and it will be embarrassing.

While still struggling, someone called Catherine.

It was the first call Catherine received on her cell phone 24 hours after the banquet.Especially since this is Catherine's new phone card!

Unsurprisingly, the caller ID was a string of numbers, after all, there was no name in Catherine's phone book.But this did not prevent Catherine from seeing that the phone number belonged to Sherlock Holmes.

The big detective called at this time, and the amount of information was obviously a bit large.

Catherine narrowed her eyes and stood up from the sofa.She avoids Anna and goes to the bathroom to make a phone call.

As a guy with persecution paranoia, of course most of the time Catherine prefers to call this habit cautious.Don't stand in front of the window and make a phone call to prevent the presence of snipers.What's more, such an old house with narrow buildings doesn't even need a long-range silencer gun, as long as it has a good view and one bullet, it can kill someone.

Don't try anything that doesn't matter.

Catherine pressed the green answer button.A pleasant male voice rang on the other end of the phone.

"Changing the phone number won't solve any problems. The name left has been ruined. Maybe this will let you see the horror of Moriarty?"

Catherine smirked in the mirror while holding the phone.The woman in the mirror seemed to be in good spirits, her eyes were bright, but there were obvious bruises under the eye circles, and the traces of returning from a hangover were obviously not very easy to eliminate.After all, not everyone has a portrait of Gray 1, which can offset the loss on the body.

"Seeing what you said, you obviously contributed a lot that night." Catherine satirized Sherlock sharply: "If you don't have such a brother, then what you did that day is simply American-style individual heroism. I thought you were a pure The British?...and what's in the news today, I think that fat man has something to worry about again."

"The case this morning is very interesting. I need to see the scene to confirm this. There is no perfect crime in this world." Sherlock's voice paused, "What did you mean by that sentence before?"

"I heard that your basic deductive method was taught by Big Sherlock Holmes? It seems that you are still a little far away. After all, he controlled the whole situation and reached a win-win deal with Moriarty. But what about you? You are talking to the professor Have you ever won a fight?"

There was a rare silence on the other end of the phone, and Catherine could almost imagine the concrete gloom on Sherlock's face.He probably would play his violin depressedly, making that sawing sound to express his indignation.

But so what?

"You were standing on the lawn before and after the plane exploded..."

"Of course. I watched the plane take off, and then the fireworks. The professor's banquet is for the real elite. If you have any defects, you should bear the consequences yourself. You saw my blood dripping on the grass , and you have the blood sample collected illegally when I was hospitalized last time, why bother to talk about this kind of thing?"

"From the way the blood drips, it can be seen that you were extremely angry at the time. It seems that you are the one who has gained something. Don't do things for that fat man, you will get no benefit from that fat man."

"Is this advice, Mr. Holmes? Or do you think this warning is a reward for my warning?"

Catherine returned reluctantly.

"Detective he..."

"He is the person in charge of today's case." Mrs. Hudson's voice was vaguely heard on the other end of the phone, as if she wanted to say hello to Catherine.

Catherine added obediently: "Say hello to the landlady and Dr. Watson for me. It was a hard day."

Sherlock hung up the phone neatly, leaving only a little busy signal for Catherine.

Catherine, who heard the busy signal, restrained her kind expression.She took a packet of pills from her pocket and swallowed a few.