[sherlock] Sherlock's Ome

The pit was very large and deep. They stood by the pit and looked into it. Suddenly they heard a low voice saying, "Put the transmitter in your hand on the ground."

Shelley was taken aback, grabbed Sherlock and dragged her back, Sherlock took two steps back and refused to move, raised his pistol and said, "You are... an alien,"

The alien, Shelley stepped forward in surprise and curiosity, keeping Sherlock behind him.A huge monster suddenly appeared from the pit, and two long crab claw-like things flew towards them in chunks. Shelley didn't have time to feel nauseous and frightened, he put his left hand on Sherlock's shoulder, and flew towards the middle of the pincers.At the same time Sherlock aimed several shots at the monster's head.

The monster shook, the bullets from the pistol didn't seem to have much effect on it, and continued to attack them with its long claws. Shelley is too different from it in terms of strength and size, and he has no weapon in his hand, so he can only pull Sherlock and turn around and run.

This time Sherlock didn't resist, just followed her while running and turned around from time to time to shoot to stop the monster's attack.All he aimed at was the monster's head. Although it was not a big threat to it, it had to dodge or use its pincers to block the bullets, which bought them a lot of time.

"Why does it feel like an American blockbuster?" Shelley climbed up a high wall neatly, and only after Sherlock climbed up did he jump to the other side with him, and continued to run wildly.

"We were in the United States." Sherlock said a sneer, the monster was still following them, but when they passed a dilapidated wooden house and jumped over a low concrete wall, it stopped suddenly, turned around and crawled towards the wooden house .

"What is it trying to do... oh my god, there are people in that room, is it trying to kill someone?" Shelley couldn't help but stop.

Sherlock paused, turned around and walked towards the cabin, Shelley quickly grabbed him: "What are you going to do?"

"Look at what it's going to do, it might eat people." Sherlock seemed surprised that she was asking such an obvious question.

Shelley refused to let go: "It's too dangerous, you can't beat it, you will just die in vain." She admits that she is a selfish person, and she is not opposed to saving others when she can guarantee her own safety, but if she wants to implicate her own To be safe, even let the rescuer and the rescued die together, she would rather let Sherlock hide far away and safely.

The monster crawled towards the cabin quickly, and when it was blocked by a large truck, it pushed the truck aside impatiently, and it could be seen that it was a grumpy guy.

The sound alarmed the people in the room, a middle-aged man came out with a shotgun, and then they saw a shocking scene.

The man was pinned to the ground by the monster, and he deflated in a matter of seconds, like a deflated balloon.The monster didn't know how to fiddle with him, its huge body actually got into the man's body, propped him back into a human form, and then stood up.He stretched his neck, picked up the gun on the ground and walked into the cabin.

"Oh my God, it...it put on that man..." Shelley was incoherent in shock, rubbing his eyes and not believing what he saw.

"You read that right," Sherlock's tone was flat, but Shelle could hear his excitement and curiosity, and he was eager to try, "It seems that the monster is indeed a huge bug. Everything melts away, and then puts on that skin to pretend to be human."

"It's so big, how did it fit itself in?" Shelley murmured.

"I do not know."

"What should we do? Should we call the police?" Shelley asked blankly, what he saw just now really ruined the world view.

"Sure enough, there are aliens, so that's how it is..." Sherlock muttered to himself, and he glanced at Shelley, "What did you say? Oh, there will be a special department to deal with it, but we don't know how to contact them, so we should call 911 Call the police, even though you will be treated like a lunatic."

The monster in human skin came out, straightened the truck and drove towards the direction of the road.

"Quick, follow up and have a look."

"This isn't going back to our house, is it? Don't destroy Tony's house." Shelley was also a little worried, but luckily he was not far away, so he quickly chased after him.

The destination of the truck was indeed their house. It drove directly into the courtyard and stopped by the big hole.They crouched behind the fence and watched the man get out of the car and jump into the pit.It is probably not used to human limbs, and its actions are a bit awkward.

Soon, it came out pushing a large disc as high as a person, trying to get the disc into the back compartment of the truck. The thing looked very heavy, and the monster could easily overturn a truck and push the disc The plate seemed to be struggling.

"Is that its aircraft?" Shelley asked suspiciously.

Her voice was a bit loud in the quiet night, the monster quickly turned its head to look in their direction, they quickly shrank back, the monster didn't see anyone, shook its head, pushed the disk into the car, and drove He drove away.

"Quick, let's catch up." Sherlock called.

Shelley looked at the smashed car in the pit: "How to chase?"

Sherlock looked around, even though it was noon, the street was still empty, not even a car.He scratched his short, light-brown hair petulantly. "I hate living in the suburbs!"

"Garage!" Shelley yelled. "Maybe there's a car in the garage. This is Tony's house."

They hurried to the garage, and there was indeed a car there, but it was a Harley motorcycle, the key was inserted in the car, and a helmet was hung on the handlebar.

They have been delayed for too long, but fortunately there is only one road in this direction, Sherlock's motorcycle skills are good, and he quickly caught up with the big truck.

He slowed down and fell far behind the truck, Shelley asked puzzled, "Where is it going?"

"This direction is to go to New York. It is not driving forward aimlessly, but knowing where it is going."

"But that was its aircraft, right? It looks like a flight accident. If it just arrived on Earth, how could it know the way?" This is a strange planet, and she couldn't even find it in a strange city. It's on the way.

"Their technology should be more advanced than that of the earth, so they must have their own navigation system, but they don't know the purpose of coming to the earth. They don't look like friendly guests."

"Are aliens going to invade Earth?"

"I don't know...it's also following...it's following the old man, why? Is he an alien too?" Sherlock stopped the car, the old man walked into a restaurant, stopped for 2 minutes, the monster was also awkward They walked in quickly, afraid of being seen by the monster, they didn't dare to follow, but stood far away at the entrance of a flower shop across the street.

"Sir, what would you like? A bouquet of roses for your girlfriend?"

Sherlock asked inexplicably: "What?" He recovered from the case, glanced at the clerk, then at Shelley, "Oh, yes, wrap me ten roses."

As soon as Rose finished packing, there was a commotion in the dining room. There was a commotion, and screams could be heard in the distance, and then the monster ran out in a hurry. Sherlock threw down a note, took the rose and stuffed it into Shelley's hand: "Go."

The monster seemed to have achieved some purpose. It found a remote alley and parked the car in it, and then they saw the truck shaking violently.

"What is it doing?" Shelley asked curiously.

"Great strength, simple mind, bad temper..." Sherlock muttered, "It snatched something from the restaurant, it should be opening it... It seems that it snatched the wrong thing." He started the motorcycle.

They went back to the old man's jewelry store, the monster broke in through the glass, came out again soon, grabbed a small street vendor by the neck and asked, "Where is the dead man?"

The poor peddler was frightened by it. Shelley glanced at Sherlock, hesitating whether to go up to save people, the monster had already got the answer it wanted, took something from the stall, and left, leaving the one asking for money or not The desperate peddler yelled from behind: "Hey, that's a dollar for three!"

Sherlock didn't chase after him, instead he parked his motorcycle and walked into the jewelry store.The glass on the counter was shattered, but the jewelry was still there. Shelley looked around for a week, and the wall was full of photos of the old man and his beloved cat.

"Go, go to the city mortuary." Sherlock called. "He killed the old man, but he didn't get what he wanted. Now he went to the city mortuary to find the cat. What he wanted was the cat's neck." That jewel, we gotta get there before it."

Sherlock rushed out, grabbed a map at the stall, glanced at it, dropped a dollar, and stuffed the map into Shelley's hand: "Go."

The person in charge of the autopsy was a young female forensic doctor. When she saw Shelley, she thought of Molly, but this female forensic doctor seemed to be more cheerful than Molly.

Sherlock showed her his FBI ID and asked, "Is that cat here?"

The female forensic doctor was a little surprised, she thought they were here to see the two strange corpses, but she still replied: "Yes, it's inside."

At this time, the bell rang again, and it was continuous and impatient. Shelley and Sherlock looked at each other: it's coming.

"Go inside and hide." Shelley pushed the female forensic doctor inside, touched a scalpel from the table, walked out slowly with Sherlock, and saw the gatekeeper holding two bottles of insecticide on the table. The cockroach squirted violently, and this obviously angered the monster, which flashed its pincers at him.