[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight
Chapter 96 Shenxia - Big Dog
John didn't know how to comfort Lance, so he could only sniff, "I've been wandering around here for a long time, but I can't find a way out."
Lance quickly adjusted his emotions, "I probably know the way out, but now I don't know where Spencer is." He paused and added, "There is also Sherlock, but before that Can you tell me why Sherlock is interested in this castle?"
John was asked a question, and touched his ear in embarrassment, "Actually, I found the case, but after Sherlock finds out, he has to come and take a look."
Lance: "Hasn't there been any big cases in London lately?"
John nodded, "Since the last case, although Lestrade will come to him, there are very few that interest him." The doctor was very distressed, "I also posted the news on the Internet, but the same Well, it's not the 'big' case Sherlock isn't interested at all, I even saw him punching holes in our walls with a pistol!"
"So this is a big case?"
"Two high school students said that some of their friends were missing." John shrugged, "They provided clues to the police, saying that the children had arranged to come here to explore together, but the police came to investigate and ruled out When I came here, I happened to see the message I posted on the Internet, helping people solve the case."
"Has Sherlock seen them?"
"We contacted them after we arrived in Edinburgh. They were two high school students. They didn't go to school for a while because of this incident. When we found them, they were playing basketball outside." John explained, "It's really confirmed We’re only here if it’s true.”
"I see." Lance nodded, "I can still guess that it wasn't so clean at the time."
John nodded, "It should be so, then those children are indeed missing here."
While talking to John, Lance wrote down the new information he got. The two walked together. There were candles on the walls here. Although they seemed to have been burning for a while, they would not be extinguished in a short time.
"Have you seen the candle?" Lance asked casually as he reached out and pressed the wall.
"What?" John said subconsciously, and then realized, "It should be a new candle."
Lance nodded, "I also think it should be a new candle, but we still have to speed up the time, we have no food on us, and the person who captured us will not be kind enough to change the candle for us, if we don't do something, something will happen sooner or later .”
"Actually something happened." John lowered his eyelids, "I didn't feel anything before I was knocked out."
"Maybe it's because you're by Sherlock's side, so you're used to thinking that you won't encounter real danger." Lance shrugged his shoulders, "You must know that you trust him very much."
John was silent for a while, "You know, Noah, sometimes what you said about me and Sherlock really made me misunderstand your view of our relationship."
Lance raised his eyebrows and suddenly smiled, "I thought you would never find out about this." He turned his head and his eyes were almost glued to the nearest candle, "After all, I am so upright."
John was laughed at by Lance's shamelessness, but the current situation is not good enough to say that he would be beaten up, so he had to take a few breaths and feel depressed.
The smell in the air was mixed with a slight pungent smell of smoke. Lance was guarded by John behind him. The doctor who walked in front was a little careful, so the speed was not very fast. He was obviously shorter than Lance, but it made people feel very reliable.Lance didn't care about being 'robbed' of the protector's position, and his fingers slowly slid on the wall he walked by.
The walls are papered, perhaps the most recent owners had worked on it.
"Tear" Lance withdrew his hand and smiled at John who turned around when he heard the movement, "Make some small things, I believe my little doctor's ability can be seen."
John understood, he scratched his hair, "They don't seem to take everything from us, and I also lost some nicotine patches on the way."
"... Now Sherlock doesn't need to use his knowledge to judge."
"No matter where I hide them, Sherlock will always..." John paused suddenly, his eyes stopped on a small wall obliquely in front of him.
Lance followed his gaze. A blood-red handprint was printed on the somewhat dark wallpaper, and there was a round white thing like a piece of paper in the middle.
"It's really more eye-catching to be so close." Lance said so, and then leaned forward, "If possible, I want to go home directly after I meet the little doctor."
John took a deep breath, "Damn it." He stepped forward quickly, carefully studying the bloodstains and small white paper on the wall, "The ones I just put on are the nicotine patches I left behind. Without hesitation, he stretched out his hand and pressed the bloody handprint, then put the finger with the red liquid under his nose and sniffed, "It should not be real blood, there are some problems with the smell and color."
"It's enough to deal with laymen." Lance frowned, "You should have just encountered this situation."
"En." John nodded, "I walked around a few times, and the nicotine patches that I lost were all in the original place, and I didn't see them."
"So the person who caught us should still be paying attention to us." Lance also nodded, "Maybe I can't help but start giving us clues seeing that we haven't made any progress, but adding this to the bloody handprint, I think They really wanted to see us panicking."
John showed a surprised expression, "Can these things scare us?"
Lance: "...Well, maybe, but I'm starting to expect that they should change our candles too!"
Lance's thoughts were naive, John couldn't help but rolled his eyes at him, "Instead of caring about this, Dr Reid should encounter the same situation as us, he looks..."
Lance knew what John was going to say, "Actually, don't worry too much, the little doctor is much better than most people." Many times, learned people will always crush ordinary people when the situation is very bad. It can be said to rely on force alone.
The two left the bloody handprints and walked forward. After turning a few more curved aisles, they seemed to see the end, as if there was a door. Lance rubbed his nose and felt a little dizzy, and the smell of burning candles was even more unpleasant. smelled.
Having some concerns in his heart, Lance pulled John, "Did you see the door in front? Have you walked through it?"
John kept walking, "Passing through, and after opening it, it started to circle again. I have never walked out."
Lance snorted, thinking that the passage they just walked through should be connected in a circle, and if they couldn't find a breakthrough after walking around, they would have to go on like this forever.
Lance thought so and still had to go with John. When the two reached the door, John hesitated for a while, then turned around and asked, "Noah, did you hear anything?"
Lance's eyebrows twitched, and he reached out and rubbed his nose, "It's a little small, so I can't hear you clearly."
John nodded, he seemed to be relieved and then nervous, "I think it's like a dog barking, but I haven't encountered it here, is it outside?"
"The outside should not be able to reach the inside." Lance continued, "If it can, we can call for help directly, but I didn't hear anything other than this voice. Is it just a dog?"
John thought for a while, "Maybe it's from inside. I heard the voice was a little close. They could print bloody handprints on the wallpaper or they might put a dog."
Lance said, "Actually, I don't sound like a dog. I'm kind of 'whoosh'."
John frowned, "In general, except for milk dogs, big dogs only make such noises when they are afraid of being wronged."
Lance nodded, and then he reached out and took John's hand, "John, if we can get out alive, you can choose the comics in my comic room."
John smiled and reached out to open the door. Lance grabbed the doorknob one step ahead of him, turned the doorknob, and said something in a very soft voice.
John was taken aback for a moment, then quickly lowered his head, and quickly nodded his head twice.
The door opened with Lance's movement.
John's pupils suddenly dilated!In front of him was a big black dog that reached his waist, lying on the ground, with a thick iron chain tied around its neck, and the other end of the iron chain was embedded in the wall.
The big dog also raised its head when it heard the movement, its head was tilted and its eyes were red, its mouth half-opened, thick saliva flowed down the corner of the mouth, and soon dripped on the ground in front of it.
John's cold sweat kept rolling down his forehead, and he swallowed.
But at this moment, the big dog stood up abruptly, arched his waist towards the two of them, leaned over and growled lowly.
Then he felt someone pinch his palm, and his palm was sweaty, "Oh my God! Noah! Why are the eyes of this chained black dog red! I didn't see it when I just came here." Live it! You have to trust me!" he heard himself shout in a panicked voice.
In fact, he is really flustered now.
Lance pulled his arm back slowly, "Black dog, my God, I'm hallucinating, I thought it was a brown..."
"Is this the time to say that?!" John let Lance pull him back carefully, "Oh! My God!"
"Color is very important, okay?" Lance paused for a moment, and the next second he took a step forward and slammed the door vigorously, "Forget that you can close the door."
John: "..."
John was silent for a while as he was walking back, and Lance didn't care what he meant now, he just looked back carefully and knocked on the walls on both sides, as if he was looking for something.
"Woo~woo~" A slight sound sounded in the corridor.
Lance had crouched down on a piece of the floor, as if he hadn't heard the sound.
John swallowed a mouthful of saliva, rolled his eyes, saw Lance's serious look, and didn't ask any questions, but moved closer to him nervously.
While looking at the lines on the floor, Lance recalled the places he passed by when he was moved here, the general direction, and there were several routes, but their current situation was not so dangerous at 01:30.
"Is there a problem?" John couldn't help asking in a low voice.
Lance pointed to the floor he was looking at just now, "There are some footprints."
John was taken aback for a moment, and then he squatted down and looked closely. With the help of the faint light, there were indeed some very small marks that looked like a few small circles on the floor.
"Not just now!"
"Yeah." Lance nodded, "So I think the breakthrough should be around here. By the way, I heard something ringing just now."
John blinked his eyes, full of doubts inside.
"Actually, there's no need to worry too much. As long as we don't open that door, we can go back the same way as you said."
The author has something to say: The author of Shenxia is not strong enough to hold, but I will try my best
Then the network in the author’s dormitory was controlled by the school, and the network was disconnected on time at 3 o’clock. Let’s do this today. The girl in the dormitory is playing games. The network speed here is super slow. It takes [-] minutes to fully open the webpage, so let’s post it first. Otherwise there will be accidents.
Let's continue tomorrow, okay?
Lance quickly adjusted his emotions, "I probably know the way out, but now I don't know where Spencer is." He paused and added, "There is also Sherlock, but before that Can you tell me why Sherlock is interested in this castle?"
John was asked a question, and touched his ear in embarrassment, "Actually, I found the case, but after Sherlock finds out, he has to come and take a look."
Lance: "Hasn't there been any big cases in London lately?"
John nodded, "Since the last case, although Lestrade will come to him, there are very few that interest him." The doctor was very distressed, "I also posted the news on the Internet, but the same Well, it's not the 'big' case Sherlock isn't interested at all, I even saw him punching holes in our walls with a pistol!"
"So this is a big case?"
"Two high school students said that some of their friends were missing." John shrugged, "They provided clues to the police, saying that the children had arranged to come here to explore together, but the police came to investigate and ruled out When I came here, I happened to see the message I posted on the Internet, helping people solve the case."
"Has Sherlock seen them?"
"We contacted them after we arrived in Edinburgh. They were two high school students. They didn't go to school for a while because of this incident. When we found them, they were playing basketball outside." John explained, "It's really confirmed We’re only here if it’s true.”
"I see." Lance nodded, "I can still guess that it wasn't so clean at the time."
John nodded, "It should be so, then those children are indeed missing here."
While talking to John, Lance wrote down the new information he got. The two walked together. There were candles on the walls here. Although they seemed to have been burning for a while, they would not be extinguished in a short time.
"Have you seen the candle?" Lance asked casually as he reached out and pressed the wall.
"What?" John said subconsciously, and then realized, "It should be a new candle."
Lance nodded, "I also think it should be a new candle, but we still have to speed up the time, we have no food on us, and the person who captured us will not be kind enough to change the candle for us, if we don't do something, something will happen sooner or later .”
"Actually something happened." John lowered his eyelids, "I didn't feel anything before I was knocked out."
"Maybe it's because you're by Sherlock's side, so you're used to thinking that you won't encounter real danger." Lance shrugged his shoulders, "You must know that you trust him very much."
John was silent for a while, "You know, Noah, sometimes what you said about me and Sherlock really made me misunderstand your view of our relationship."
Lance raised his eyebrows and suddenly smiled, "I thought you would never find out about this." He turned his head and his eyes were almost glued to the nearest candle, "After all, I am so upright."
John was laughed at by Lance's shamelessness, but the current situation is not good enough to say that he would be beaten up, so he had to take a few breaths and feel depressed.
The smell in the air was mixed with a slight pungent smell of smoke. Lance was guarded by John behind him. The doctor who walked in front was a little careful, so the speed was not very fast. He was obviously shorter than Lance, but it made people feel very reliable.Lance didn't care about being 'robbed' of the protector's position, and his fingers slowly slid on the wall he walked by.
The walls are papered, perhaps the most recent owners had worked on it.
"Tear" Lance withdrew his hand and smiled at John who turned around when he heard the movement, "Make some small things, I believe my little doctor's ability can be seen."
John understood, he scratched his hair, "They don't seem to take everything from us, and I also lost some nicotine patches on the way."
"... Now Sherlock doesn't need to use his knowledge to judge."
"No matter where I hide them, Sherlock will always..." John paused suddenly, his eyes stopped on a small wall obliquely in front of him.
Lance followed his gaze. A blood-red handprint was printed on the somewhat dark wallpaper, and there was a round white thing like a piece of paper in the middle.
"It's really more eye-catching to be so close." Lance said so, and then leaned forward, "If possible, I want to go home directly after I meet the little doctor."
John took a deep breath, "Damn it." He stepped forward quickly, carefully studying the bloodstains and small white paper on the wall, "The ones I just put on are the nicotine patches I left behind. Without hesitation, he stretched out his hand and pressed the bloody handprint, then put the finger with the red liquid under his nose and sniffed, "It should not be real blood, there are some problems with the smell and color."
"It's enough to deal with laymen." Lance frowned, "You should have just encountered this situation."
"En." John nodded, "I walked around a few times, and the nicotine patches that I lost were all in the original place, and I didn't see them."
"So the person who caught us should still be paying attention to us." Lance also nodded, "Maybe I can't help but start giving us clues seeing that we haven't made any progress, but adding this to the bloody handprint, I think They really wanted to see us panicking."
John showed a surprised expression, "Can these things scare us?"
Lance: "...Well, maybe, but I'm starting to expect that they should change our candles too!"
Lance's thoughts were naive, John couldn't help but rolled his eyes at him, "Instead of caring about this, Dr Reid should encounter the same situation as us, he looks..."
Lance knew what John was going to say, "Actually, don't worry too much, the little doctor is much better than most people." Many times, learned people will always crush ordinary people when the situation is very bad. It can be said to rely on force alone.
The two left the bloody handprints and walked forward. After turning a few more curved aisles, they seemed to see the end, as if there was a door. Lance rubbed his nose and felt a little dizzy, and the smell of burning candles was even more unpleasant. smelled.
Having some concerns in his heart, Lance pulled John, "Did you see the door in front? Have you walked through it?"
John kept walking, "Passing through, and after opening it, it started to circle again. I have never walked out."
Lance snorted, thinking that the passage they just walked through should be connected in a circle, and if they couldn't find a breakthrough after walking around, they would have to go on like this forever.
Lance thought so and still had to go with John. When the two reached the door, John hesitated for a while, then turned around and asked, "Noah, did you hear anything?"
Lance's eyebrows twitched, and he reached out and rubbed his nose, "It's a little small, so I can't hear you clearly."
John nodded, he seemed to be relieved and then nervous, "I think it's like a dog barking, but I haven't encountered it here, is it outside?"
"The outside should not be able to reach the inside." Lance continued, "If it can, we can call for help directly, but I didn't hear anything other than this voice. Is it just a dog?"
John thought for a while, "Maybe it's from inside. I heard the voice was a little close. They could print bloody handprints on the wallpaper or they might put a dog."
Lance said, "Actually, I don't sound like a dog. I'm kind of 'whoosh'."
John frowned, "In general, except for milk dogs, big dogs only make such noises when they are afraid of being wronged."
Lance nodded, and then he reached out and took John's hand, "John, if we can get out alive, you can choose the comics in my comic room."
John smiled and reached out to open the door. Lance grabbed the doorknob one step ahead of him, turned the doorknob, and said something in a very soft voice.
John was taken aback for a moment, then quickly lowered his head, and quickly nodded his head twice.
The door opened with Lance's movement.
John's pupils suddenly dilated!In front of him was a big black dog that reached his waist, lying on the ground, with a thick iron chain tied around its neck, and the other end of the iron chain was embedded in the wall.
The big dog also raised its head when it heard the movement, its head was tilted and its eyes were red, its mouth half-opened, thick saliva flowed down the corner of the mouth, and soon dripped on the ground in front of it.
John's cold sweat kept rolling down his forehead, and he swallowed.
But at this moment, the big dog stood up abruptly, arched his waist towards the two of them, leaned over and growled lowly.
Then he felt someone pinch his palm, and his palm was sweaty, "Oh my God! Noah! Why are the eyes of this chained black dog red! I didn't see it when I just came here." Live it! You have to trust me!" he heard himself shout in a panicked voice.
In fact, he is really flustered now.
Lance pulled his arm back slowly, "Black dog, my God, I'm hallucinating, I thought it was a brown..."
"Is this the time to say that?!" John let Lance pull him back carefully, "Oh! My God!"
"Color is very important, okay?" Lance paused for a moment, and the next second he took a step forward and slammed the door vigorously, "Forget that you can close the door."
John: "..."
John was silent for a while as he was walking back, and Lance didn't care what he meant now, he just looked back carefully and knocked on the walls on both sides, as if he was looking for something.
"Woo~woo~" A slight sound sounded in the corridor.
Lance had crouched down on a piece of the floor, as if he hadn't heard the sound.
John swallowed a mouthful of saliva, rolled his eyes, saw Lance's serious look, and didn't ask any questions, but moved closer to him nervously.
While looking at the lines on the floor, Lance recalled the places he passed by when he was moved here, the general direction, and there were several routes, but their current situation was not so dangerous at 01:30.
"Is there a problem?" John couldn't help asking in a low voice.
Lance pointed to the floor he was looking at just now, "There are some footprints."
John was taken aback for a moment, and then he squatted down and looked closely. With the help of the faint light, there were indeed some very small marks that looked like a few small circles on the floor.
"Not just now!"
"Yeah." Lance nodded, "So I think the breakthrough should be around here. By the way, I heard something ringing just now."
John blinked his eyes, full of doubts inside.
"Actually, there's no need to worry too much. As long as we don't open that door, we can go back the same way as you said."
The author has something to say: The author of Shenxia is not strong enough to hold, but I will try my best
Then the network in the author’s dormitory was controlled by the school, and the network was disconnected on time at 3 o’clock. Let’s do this today. The girl in the dormitory is playing games. The network speed here is super slow. It takes [-] minutes to fully open the webpage, so let’s post it first. Otherwise there will be accidents.
Let's continue tomorrow, okay?
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