I'm just a little mouse after all [Comprehensive British and American]

Al and the police went around the back door and rushed straight into the lobby, knocking down the two terrorists before they opened fire.

"I've never seen this kind of ceremony." Al put away the pistol/gun, she pulled up the kneeling female hostage on the ground, took the blanket and wrapped her up.

"My chest hurts." The woman's hair was soaked with sweat, she sobbed and said intermittently: "He drew something on my back and chest with a knife, I hurt so much, help me I hurt so much .”

Several female policemen went to help the remaining four female hostages. Al glanced at the woman, who nodded slowly.

Al opened the blanket and looked at her chest.

It was covered with blood, and the long cut spread from her collarbone to her chest.

Al narrowed his eyes and said softly, "14."

"What does this mean? They seem to be holding a ceremony to summon something evil." The woman said with a pale face, anxiously: "What does 14 mean? Is the devil living in my body? I'm afraid I don't want to Die, my chest hurts so much, please help me."

Al tightened the blanket on her body and comforted: "You will be fine, the devil has not lived in your body, this is just an ordinary number. It's okay, you can go to the hospital for treatment in a while."

Behind the flowerpot not far from them, Jerry propped his chin and tilted his head and said, "Why do I feel that something is wrong."

"Are you referring to one less terrorist?" Tom said with his tail flicked and half-closed eyes: "Let them handle the rest of the matter, and it has nothing to do with us. I just don't know if the police will send me a Bonus, after all, I have put in a lot of effort."

It deliberately dragged its feet to finish speaking, tapping its paws and waiting for Jerry to attack it.

But several minutes passed without Jerry moving.

Tom looked back, and Jerry said with his hands behind his back, "I also think you should be rewarded. You saved my life by falling from the sky. You are so brave today."

Tom's face was a little red, and he tried his best to suppress the crazily raised corners of his mouth. He folded his arms and said in disgust, "You're disgusting, you're so disgusting today."

Then it was kicked out of the pot by Jerry.

The middle-aged black police officer with a straight face turned his head vigilantly, his eyes lit up when he saw Tom.

Before Tom ran away, he squatted on the ground and held Tom down, and secretly kissed him twice.

"Sir, we found the remaining terrorist on the basement floor." Two police officers escorted the unconscious terrorist over, and one of them said hesitantly, "Sir? What are you doing?"

"Control this cat, lest it destroy the mark on the ground over there." The police officer picked up Tom, stood up and said solemnly: "That is probably a formation drawn for some kind of religious ceremony, which can help us find out What little religion are they followers of?"

He rubbed Tom's soft belly as he spoke.

The police officer was so strong that Tom couldn't get out. He turned to Ethan who was still in the hall for help, "Ethan! Quick! Hurry up and take me back!"

Rhett came over panting, he glanced at Ethan and said, "Your pet cat keeps meowing."

Without raising his head, Ethan looked at Al with a smirk and said, "Go on, 14, and then."

Tom looked back at his last hope, and Jerry was holding his stomach and laughing out of breath.

When he was rubbed against the cheek by a black police officer, Tom suddenly realized that the world is so cruel and ruthless.

…………

It's been a long time since the last bowling alley terror/attack and the next attack still hasn't started.

Ethan finally knew that Smith was Sherlock, the famous Sherlock Holmes, and that little man was John Watson.

In the first few days, Ethan was so excited that he fed all the mouths in the house.

Sherlock changed from being a picky eater to ordering food, and after a friendly exchange with Watson, it became an occasional ordering food.

Ethan wasn't excited for a long time, after all, the novelty would soon pass, and his desire to hit Sherlock was too strong, all his wonderful fantasies about the detective disappeared in just a few days.In addition to going to work every day, he spends the rest of the time taking pictures of the latest rental information in the newspaper.

After investigation, the police determined that the three terrorists were fanatics of a religion. They believed in goat-headed demons, believed that they would gain power and wealth, and firmly believed that their offspring would be protected.

"At that time, they were holding a sacrificial ceremony. At a specific time, they went to the designated place. Completing the ceremony would allow them to become followers of the devil, and thus gain supreme power and innumerable wealth in another world." Ai With the phone between his hands, Er quickly flipped through the newspaper.

"So how are they doing now?" Ethan opened the refrigerator, ready to find the spring rolls he bought earlier.As soon as he opened the door, he saw a human head. He took a deep breath, and silently closed the door of the refrigerator.

"They are still in prison, but they have been trying to commit suicide. It seems that they believe that death can lead them to another world." Al said casually: "But this is not unusual, because of the incidents caused by cults every year. There are so many that can fill a room. I don’t mean to oppose freedom of belief, but people should learn to distinguish right from wrong.”

"I heard that the three of them are veterans."

"Obviously post-war trauma has driven them into some nasty mess of organizations, and we're still trying to find out where they're based, but these three are just horribly devout."

Ethan tentatively said: "By the way, have you found out who opened the bomb/bomb that removed the back door?"

"Still nothing, the surveillance was destroyed by terrorists, and I can't see anything."

Morgan passed Al and knocked on her table and said with an exaggerated expression: "Hodge is here."

Alby made a shush gesture and said to Ethan in a low voice: "In short, we will figure out the clues on the note as soon as possible. Don't forget the date this weekend."

Ethan carefully took out the corn from behind the frozen head, and said cheerfully, "I'm looking forward to it, my lady."

He hung up the phone, leaned over to smell the corn, and yelled with a dark face, "Sherlock! Don't put the parts in my refrigerator!"

Sherlock poked his head out of the bedroom and shot a shot at the wall not far from Ethan.

"If I remember correctly, I told you not to yell my name. My freezer is full, and both were mine before you came, why on earth would I need a roommate. Do my share, I want to eat spring rolls." Sherlock said, gestured twice with the gun, and went back to the bedroom.

His voice was faintly heard in the room: "John! John, get Ethan away."

Ethan shrugged helplessly, and worked hard to prepare breakfast for five people.

The gunshot woke Tom, who was sleeping on the sofa, and he jumped up and hung himself from the ceiling.

Ethan heard the voice and looked back, just in time to see the whole process of Tom falling down while grabbing the wall.

"Tom." Ethan wiped his hands on the apron, took a deep breath and said softly, "This is the first time you've scratched the wall."

Tom came out from behind the sofa with his tail tucked between his legs. He lowered his head and winked pitifully at Ethan.

"I can't help it, who made me a sensitive and suspicious kitten." Tom drew circles under his feet and pinched his throat, "I swear I will pay it back next time... not next time."

While it was talking, Jerry ran through them with a fly swatter in his arms, chasing a cockroach.

The cockroach buzzed and landed on Ethan's apron. Jerry swung the fly swatter and slapped it hard.

"Aha!" It looked at the dead cockroach and said happily, "Ethan, look, I wiped out the cockroaches in my house."

Ethan closed his eyes and said softly, "Yeah, you also wiped out my new apron."

Jerry's smile froze. He took the fly swatter and poked the cockroach corpse down, and gently put the thing on the ground.Standing beside Tom and being thrown out of the house together by Ethan.

While unfastening his apron, Ethan gritted his teeth and said, "It's okay, I'm not the only one suffering, and Watson is also there. It's okay, I'm not the only one facing this. Don't be angry, I want to drive Ethan a little bit."

Before he finished speaking, Watson came out of the bedroom, coughed lightly and said to him, "It's not convenient for me and Sherlock to always share the same bed. Although we were roommates before, we all have our own rooms. There is only one room here." Two bedrooms. I'm going to move out soon. I mean, uh... do you know if there are any houses for rent near here."

Ethan looked at him quietly, until Watson began to reflect on whether he had said something wrong, and Ethan said softly: "Did I hear wrong? Did you just say you were going to move out?"

Watson nodded hesitantly and said, "The sofa here is a bit small, not suitable for sleeping alone."

"Is that so..." Ethan clenched his apron tightly and said with a smile, "You're going to move out."

Watson hesitated for a moment, but decided to tell Ethan later that Sherlock would move out with him.

Tom leaned his head against Jerry, looking in through the window with both heads stuck out.Jerry shook his head and sighed, "Ethan is so pitiful."

Tom lowered his eyes, rubbed the wall between his paws, and said quietly: "Guess why he became so pitiful."

When it was time for breakfast, Watson dragged Sherlock out, and Tom slipped in through the window with Jerry in his mouth. They sat expectantly at the dining table, waiting for Ethan to serve.

A few minutes later, Ethan came out with blank eyes and took out five sandwiches.

Watson's intuition told him that it would be better not to speak now, but Sherlock never cared about it. He folded his arms and looked at the sandwich in front of him with distaste and said, "The spring rolls are on the first floor under your refrigerator."

Jerry tapped his fork and said happily, "Spring rolls! Spring..."

Before it finished speaking, Tom covered its mouth.

Ethan turned to look at Jerry, and said with a smile, "Spring rolls? Do you think I look like spring rolls?"

Sherlock, who was poking a sandwich, suddenly raised his head and said, "Al said you can speak many languages, which ones do you know?"

"Chinese, Japanese, Korean, French." Ethan pondered, "And a little bit of Russian and German, what's wrong?"

"You are not an academic person. Learning a language is not an easy task for you. As far as I know, you haven't studied any languages ​​in college." Sherlock looked at Ethan carefully and said, "Why do you know so many languages?" language."

"My family forced me to learn it when I was a child." Ethan recalls: "They wanted me to learn more, but I ran away later."

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Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 piece of preserved egg and lean pork porridge;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 30 bottles of bone seven points; 3 bottles of Pirate's lifetime push; A M1 bottle of Aba Jun;

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