The years I played survival games [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Willow was dead in the first world, so when she went online again, all the items in the inventory naturally disappeared.

Of course, she was very poor in the first world.

Probably because of some kind of feelings, she still chose Fire Girl this time.

When she turned into a little girl again wearing a red jacket and black skirt, with braids and holding Bonnie the Bear, Willow felt emotional.

This time she is absolutely far away from all ships and seas!

Willow, who learned from the system what Dormammu is, didn't take Nicole with her.

Because this action is a bit dangerous.

Dormammu, a former wizard who later abandoned his body and became the master of the dark dimension, has a powerful guy.

After he gained great power, he thought of using darkness to invade other worlds to strengthen himself. Satan is the demon he created to spread dark beliefs and invade other worlds.

A believer will not die if he does not destroy him.And the ghost knows how many believers he has in how many worlds.

In the world of superheroes, the Ancient One and Doctor Strange have been guarding and blocking him.

But this world obviously has nothing to do, and no one even realizes that the shadow is spreading in this world.

Generally speaking, the game headquarters does not care about such things. After all, there are too many worlds, just like a grain of sand in the desert and a drop of water in the sea.

These small worlds are disappearing or being born every moment, and they become numb after looking at them for a long time, and it is not my responsibility, who bothers to care about them?

The reason why there is this task is just to remind Wei Luo, an employee, for the sake of face.

Willow hugged the bear and walked out of the alley. Antique cars and well-dressed ladies and gentlemen drove on the street outside.There is also a flower seller not far away.

This is nineteenth-century London, England.

Air quality...Willow wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"Together again."

Inspector Lestrade of Scotland Yard frowned.

"This is already the sixth episode of this month. But this month is only half over!"

He is a qualified detective. Although he doesn't have such a high IQ and keen observation ability, it can't be said that he is not excellent. At least these years of work are enough for him to treat the dead with a sense of normalcy.

But this does not include the current situation.

Just thinking about the smiles of the dead makes one shudder.

Yes smiles, no matter how you look at it, it is judged that those dead were suicides, and their corpses all wore smiles without exception, crazy, evil, and terrifying.

Anyway, as long as you see that smile, you can think of absolutely not good words.

But the dead acted as if they were going to heaven!

Thinking of this, Inspector Lestrade cursed again.His eyes drifted involuntarily to the door.

They are in a small villa now.

The deceased was in the bedroom not far away.

What makes people wonder anyway is why the deceased committed suicide. He had a wife and son, and people around him said that their husband and wife were loving and their family was harmonious.But why did he commit suicide while his wife was asleep?

And what are those strange pictures and texts?

Soon, the door was opened, and a tall and thin figure walked out first.

He wears a deer hat and cape and holds a magnifying glass.

And behind him was another man who was shorter than him.

"How about it."

Inspector Lestrade asked impatiently.

Although he, a dignified detective, often feels a little complicated when he seeks the help of a detective, but whenever there is such a case, he can only seek help from Sherlock Holmes in frustration.

"Don't you know everything? You committed suicide by cutting your wrists and died at about three o'clock in the morning."

"I'm talking about the symbols. Is he a cult, or a sacrifice, or...something else?"

"No, those are just meaningless symbols. Randomly drawn messy things. Judging from the current clues, that guy should have some mental problems.

Same as the previous ones. "

Sherlock played with the magnifying glass in his hand.

"Pointless?

But the methods of death of those deceased were different, except for the symbols drawn with blood or paint. "

Inspector Lestrade was puzzled.

"If you really look at it, those people didn't draw the same thing before they died, they all committed suicide at home.

Those runes are geometrically similar to objects in their homes or workplaces.

This is just drawn when they were insane, maybe it is a special symbol for them, and they firmly believe that what they draw has special magical power.

But that's just what they thought. "

"But how can we judge that the deceased is also insane?

Didn't the neighbors say he was a normal, friendly gentleman? "

Does Watson often feel that Sherlock and he are watching the same scene?

Why can't he see so many things?

But getting along with him for a long time made him understand that asking this question is just asking for humiliation.

"It's very simple, there are seven or eight cuts on his two wrists, and each cut is deeper than the other.

A dead-hearted suicide is not like this, he is enjoying the pleasure.The pleasure of pain, the pleasure of writing inner symbols with blood, and the pleasure of painting the entire bedroom.

He left out almost everything in the bedroom, whether it was a vase or a carpet, but only his wife on the bed was left out, and even the head of the dead child had symbols on it. "

Sherlock spoke very quickly, and his long legs moved quickly, and he quickly walked downstairs.

"Even after his death his body was not on the bed but on the carpet. Because he didn't think his wife deserved to be marked with this symbol. Nor worthy to die.

Maybe his wife knew something. "

Not worthy to die?

Inspector Lestrade and Watson both showed puzzled expressions.

"I don't know, I don't know anything."

The well-dressed lady with a trance-like expression curled up on the sofa, her eyes staring at the ground, her whole body trembling, compared to the husband who was considered by Sherlock to be insane before death, but the neighbors around said that there was no abnormality.

This picture of her seems to be mentally in addition to the problem.

"No ma'am, you know. Six cases and only you are the survivor.

Let me see, even if your husband died in the room, you didn't forget to put on your clothes and shoes when you called the police, and you didn't even ask your children.

As for the children's room, I've seen it. There are many toys in it, but they are very new. Apparently, the couples don't often play with the toys in the cradle.

And the bedroom is even more…”

"Sir, what are you trying to say?"

The woman looked up gloomily.

"Is it possible to prove that my husband and I are not in harmony, and that I don't love my children, does it mean that I am their murderer?"

That gloomy look is really not suitable for a good-looking lady.

Not to mention the inspector and the rest of the police, but the servants in this house were startled. They didn't understand why the usually gentle and kind hostess, who was trembling with fear before, had such a terrifying expression.

Watson took a step forward. If the woman attacked suddenly, he would strike.

Although as a gentleman, you shouldn't do it to a lady, this situation doesn't count.

Only Sherlock looked at the lady's eyes that were obviously not right with his expression unchanged.

"Of course not, he committed suicide, and willingly, you and I both know that.

I just want to know the part you know. "

"I don't know, I don't know anything, don't ask me."

The lady suddenly covered her head, as if she had a splitting headache.The screams came from the villa, very penetrating, causing several passers-by on the road to look at the villa guarded by the police in surprise, and then quickly left.

In the end it was the hostess, the servant was in a hurry, and asked the inspector to call the doctor quickly.

Sherlock was pushed aside, and he watched the lady silently, not knowing what to think.

At this moment, the screaming lady suddenly fell silent, she slowly raised her head, her mouth parted in an exaggerated smile.

As mad and evil as her husband.

Green eyes like a hungry wolf.

She laughed and made a sharp voice that was not quite like before.

"I know, yes, I know how he died!

He wants to go to his master's arms, he wants to kiss his master's robe feet.

He is not dead, he just wants to get close to the great Lord of Darkness! "

She sang first about the Lord of Darkness, then about Satan, in exaggerated arias, and then she was disturbed again.

"I woke up too late, I believed in him.

How to do?

Will the master doubt my loyalty?

Do not!Do not! "

She wailed in pain, and then pushed away the policemen who were trying to suppress her. At that moment, she exploded with great strength, and the tall and strong male policeman was directly pushed to the ground.

And she slammed into the wall.

With a bang, like a thorn bird offering sacrifices, the thorns of the thorn tree pierced into his heart, just for that song to end.

But she wasn't dead yet. Amid the screams of the crowd, she laughed heartily, as if she had never been so happy in her life.

Her hands were stained with her own blood, and strange runes were painted on them.

As Sherlock said, these runes are actually nothing, the lady's face is covered with blood, she is dying, and her fingers are randomly scratching and pulling. These runes are only meaningful to her.

She firmly believes that these runes can convey her heart to the Dark Lord.

Then she slowly closed her eyes forever.

In the sixth case, a family of three was wiped out.

The maid covered her mouth and whimpered.

Watson, who was a step behind, watched the woman hit the wall, then fell to the ground and died slowly.

There was even blood spattered on his face.

He stood there with a blank expression.

Sherlock frowned slightly and took out his handkerchief.

"Don't think about stupid things. This is not your problem. Her mental state is doomed to death."

Watson came back to his senses, and silently took the handkerchief. "