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

Is there anything more embarrassing than the current situation?

Jerry thought sullenly, he had followed Tom all the way to this place, and as soon as he put his hand on the wall, the wall turned over.

Jerry rolled down directly, and Tom and his big cousin also went down.

He originally wanted to fight back, but before he could stand still, he felt a pain in his neck.

Something lodged in his body, and he lost consciousness.

When he woke up, he saw Tom was locked in a small cage and his cousin was locked in a hamster ball.

And he himself was firmly tied to the test bench, and not far away was a sympathetic Sherlock.

When she saw Jerry, Sherlock's expression turned ugly.

"Where's John?" he asked quietly.

Jerry looked around vigilantly, and after making sure there was no one there, he whispered, "Watson and I are here to save you."

Sherlock closed his eyes and sighed.

"It's really a bit like a ghost castle now." The big cousin was running in the hamster ball, it squeaked and said: "I haven't played this thing for a long time, wait a while, I will come out to save you after playing again."

Before Jerry could speak, Tom said, "Sherlock is still watching, I think you'd better not do that."

The big cousin ignored it, and a mouse was exercising happily in the ball.

Sherlock couldn't understand the conversation between the mouse and the cat. He noticed the change in Jerry's expression and whispered, "What did it just say."

"It says hamster balls are fun."

Sherlock glanced at him and turned his head away.

To be honest, Jerry felt that if he hadn't been firmly tied up now, he would have turned around and never let Jerry appear in his sight.

This is a simple underground laboratory. There are no eye-catching scientific instruments, only the walls are full of dried blood and the original color cannot be seen, and the ground is scattered with excrement and minced meat.

There is a small blackboard not far from Jerry's test bench, with a few design drawings on it.

That's what Sherlock calls the paper, but Jerry thinks it's more like a monster book.

The first picture is a monster with two heads, half male and half female.

The second is a goat's head with a human body, and two huge exaggerated pincers replace the monster's hands.

"Which game design is this?" Jerry asked casually.

While trying to untie the restraints on his limbs, Sherlock said mockingly: "The game of life, don't you think the one at the bottom looks familiar?"

Hearing his words, Jerry looked over curiously.The third is a spider-like female monster with four limbs and four legs.

Jerry never had the chance to meet the victim this time, so he asked curiously, "Where does it look familiar?"

Sherlock didn't answer, the eldest cousin lay in the hamster ball and said slowly: "Do you still remember the murder scene you asked me to secretly film, those two victims were like that."

Jerry didn't know what to say other than wow.

"This reminds me of the famous movie "The Human Centipede"." Jerry shuddered and said with a sigh: "There can't be anything more disgusting than this. Are the first two his concept drawings?"

"Obviously he has turned his imagination into reality." Tom's cage is placed on the cabinet, which allows him to have a panoramic view of this small basement.

In the perspective that Jerry couldn't see, there were two glass containers containing decomposed and dried up corpses.

"Is it my delusion, or is this room a bit smelly." Jerry asked, wiggling his nose.

Looking at the deformed corpse in the glass container, Tom retched twice and said, "It's definitely not your illusion. This place is simply disgusting."

Jerry didn't want to know what Tom saw.

As they chatted, Sherlock kept trying.

But obviously, the person who attacked them was a veteran of clinker, and he was skilled in his techniques.No matter how hard Sherlock struggled, he couldn't get off the blood-stained test bed.

"So we will become like that in a while?" Jerry swallowed, and said nervously: "Who is doing this? Is he crazy?"

"If John also lies in, then we will definitely become like that in a while." Sherlock panted, "It's Old Powell's son, Dean Powell. Before Old Powell came in, he was the only one who lived in this villa. He is the only one who can make so many private modifications to the interior of the villa. He has not disappeared at all, he has been hiding in the basement of the villa, which no one knows. He has a way to supply electricity by himself, and has a safe passage directly outside the villa. Survive here."

"The villa was haunted before?" Jerry asked curiously.

"Of course it's also him." Sherlock said quickly: "He used those secret passages to stun the servants and bring them to this laboratory, and then made them into the works of art he wanted."

"But there are not only two works of art here, it seems that they have only been formed for more than a month at most." Tom called with his front paws on the cage.

Jerry explained his words aside, and Sherlock clicked his tongue and said, "It's just that I failed and didn't stay."

Before Sherlock finished speaking, Jerry heard a slight sound of the door opening.

He tried to turn his neck to see who came in, Tom seemed to read his mind, "It's not John, it's a middle-aged white man."

As the person moved, Jerry finally saw the person.

It was a middle-aged Caucasian male in his thirties, with short brown hair and wearing some old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses.He was wearing a suit and kept himself clean and tidy.

There is no morbid madness in Jerry's imagination on his handsome face, he looks like an elite in the industry.

For a moment, Jerry even thought that he was also a poor man who had been captured.

"Dean Powell." Sherlock's calm voice came from the side, "Have you finished drawing the blueprint?"

While wiping his glasses, Dean smiled and said, "No, I haven't had time yet, I just went out to deal with some troublesome things."

He paused, and continued: "Your friend broke all the cameras I installed. This is really too much. Now I don't know where he went."

Sherlock snorted coldly and said, "That's really unfortunate."

Dean took out a tablet from his handbag, squatted beside Jerry's bed, opened the tablet and said, "Your hair is dark brown, your skin is fair, and your eyes are big. You look like a minor. Your figure is much smaller than the other two, and I can't make you fit together perfectly."

As soon as he opened his mouth to Jerry, he knew he was an old psycho.

"That sounds really unfortunate." Jerry smacked his lips and said, "What did you plan to do with us?"

Dean is like a salesman in the store, introducing products to customers hard.

He pointed to the tablet and said: "I originally planned to turn you into a human-shaped chandelier, a European classical luxury chandelier. But this requires breaking your lumbar spine, and then using bones as a lamp holder..."

It sounded like an old lunatic, and Jerry murmured, thinking about how to escape.

Fortunately, Watson was still outside, otherwise he and Sherlock would definitely have turned into chandeliers.

After Dean introduced the chandelier, he probably felt that it was not enjoyable enough, and said enthusiastically: "I didn't expect you to bring your pet here. To be honest, I'm really happy. Because after having a pet, you can make more ideas. "

Jerry didn't even want to know what the idea was.

When Dean was going to discuss with Jerry how to make Tom and the big cousin into a new species, there was a slight sound of footsteps directly above them.

Dean raised his eyebrows and said, "Very well, at least I now know where the person who dismantled my camera went."

Before he left, he gave each of them an injection. Sherlock struggled to avoid it, but he was forced into a coma in the end.

The room was silent again, until the door was closed, Tom pried open the lock of the cage and jumped out of the cabinet.

It ran to the test bench and patted Jerry's face with its front paws. It took a while to bite off the belt that bound Jerry, looked back at the big cousin and said, "How do we get them out now?"

"Although I can carry three cats at a time, it doesn't mean that I can take away two people at a time." The big cousin broke open the hamster ball violently, and said slowly: "In my opinion, the safest way is to do it. Dean. As long as the murderer is killed, they're perfectly safe."

Tom felt that he had asked a stupid question. In the big cousin's place, problems that could be dealt with with physical attacks were not considered problems.

There were constant footsteps chasing upstairs, and Watson and Dean had probably met head-on.

Although Watson looks ordinary, he was once a military doctor.

He didn't want to be as unprepared as Sherlock, and the possibility of being attacked was much smaller.Tom felt that even if he couldn't fight back, at least he could delay for a while.

The eldest cousin patrolled the laboratory, "Good news, there are no monitors here. Bad news, the door is locked from the outside."

Tom was untying Sherlock, when he heard what his cousin said, he asked in shock, "Can't you open this door?"

The big cousin paused, walked to the door silently, and said calmly: "So you brought me here from the United States for this purpose, a fully automatic mouse."

Tom said in surprise: "No, no, your most important job is still bodyguard."

The eldest cousin didn't speak, and squatted at the door waiting for the door to open.

"When he turned into a human, he was as heavy as a cow." Tom dragged Jerry's leg out, "If he was still a little mouse, I could take him out in my mouth."

"You don't care about Sherlock anymore?" The eldest cousin was about to raise his hand to hammer the door, when there was a sound of unlocking the door.

Tom quickly let go of Jerry and went to a corner, while the eldest cousin squatted behind the door and looked out.

A few seconds later, the door slowly opened, and a head poked in.

Seeing that it was Watson who came, Tom heaved a long sigh of relief.

"Sherlock?" Watson covered his bleeding forehead and whispered, "Are you here, Sherlock?"

Soon he noticed Sherlock lying on the bed. He nervously ran over to check Sherlock's breath first. After making sure that he was still alive, Watson finally relaxed.

Tom stretched his neck and looked out. There was a narrow corridor outside the door. There was no light inside, and the end of the corridor was dark.

I don't know if it was Tom's illusion, but he always felt that there was a person standing in the dark.

Tom yelled twice anxiously, trying to remind Watson to be vigilant.

Watson did notice Tom, but he didn't understand what Tom meant.

He took out his mobile phone and prepared to call the police. Before the call was connected, he squatted on the ground and said to Tom, "I followed the footprints on the ground. Don't worry, I got rid of the person just now."

Before he finished speaking, Tom saw a flash of light, and then Watson fell heavily to the ground.

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