Forced to follow the love line by the plot [Zhongyingmei]

The moment he woke up, Qinghe coughed violently uncontrollably.

Eyes opened suddenly, still a little uncomfortable with the current light, Qinghe only vaguely glimpsed the orange sunlight coming in from the balcony without any protective equipment outside, the wind carried dust and shuttled in the not-so-fresh air, and finally those Tiny dust slowly settled.

...It's already dusk.

Qinghe is a person who is very sensitive to unfamiliar environments, and she realized that she was no longer at 221b Baker Street almost the moment she woke up.Although she didn't know exactly how she was kidnapped, she didn't look very flustered either. She was sitting on a chair—the black-haired girl's hands were tied behind the back of the chair by wires. Naturally, her hands Her feet were not much better either, they were tied up with electric wires in the same way and could not move.

However, the kidnappers did not seal her mouth with cloth strips or tape, probably because they felt that in this wilderness, even if she shouted for help, she would not be heard by others——

Qinghe remained calm and didn't move. She thought about it seriously, and finally laughed heartlessly.

Does it have to be like this?In fact, she had been silently waiting for this day in her heart for a long time.

but now--

She looked around, carefully surveying the surrounding environment.

It appeared that the unknown kidnapper had chosen a place that looked more conventional.

This is an abandoned, semi-finished building, without even installing protective railings for windows and balconies, let alone any decoration.The wall was not painted, so the gray-black cement was directly exposed, and the ground was not much better. Qing Heping calmed down and looked at the ground again. It was also gray-black cement, and there were even some Very uneven places exist.

This is really...

Qinghe didn't know how to feel.It was strangely quiet here, and it was clear that the sound insulation of this half-finished building was not very good, but Qinghe couldn't hear anything except her own light breathing.It is completely unimaginable that there is such a desolate and lonely place in this bustling metropolis.

This feeling of being tied to a chair alone and unable to move, with no one around who can call for help, is really uncomfortable. It feels like I have been abandoned by this world.

But having said that, she seems to have been abandoned by this world from the very beginning.

Thinking about it this way, Qinghe feels that this established fact is not so difficult to accept now, and one must know that the best way to win spiritually in the face of unsatisfactory life is to be indifferent.

It's not a good thing to be tied to this damn chair all the time, Qinghe decided to find a way to get out.Of course what she wants is what she chooses, not the choice made by others pushing her forward.

Therefore, she will also choose a death method that she thinks is more appropriate to leave this world.After all, antipathy doesn't work.

She's finally starting to admit it.

At this moment, a slow but rhythmic mechanical sound began to resound through the entire empty floor.Qinghe was almost taken aback.

It was only then that she realized that there was actually a time bomb tied to her back, that is, the back of the chair. When the countdown, which seemed to be slow, was over, it would definitely blow her to pieces.

Qinghe thought for a moment, and finally tried to use all the strength of his body to forcefully move the chair, because the current position is really not safe-if there is a gunfight in the middle, it will definitely be easily shot through.

Surprisingly, there were no props around, and it felt like Qinghe had completely cut off all chances to break free from the rope...

Ah, it would be great if I also ordered some more practical skill points.

So Qinghe kept the original posture like this for a while.God knows, if other people are in this situation, they will definitely not know what to do at the beginning, because when people are frightened or unexpected situations happen, the body will react very instinctively, which can be detected It is called a self-protection mechanism of the human body.And they often show a more obvious sense of survival after they become sane.

Looking at it this way, Qinghe is completely out of line with what any normal person should have.

The only thing that can be concluded is that this unknown kidnapper or murderer will definitely not kill her directly from the beginning, and keeping meaningful talents is called a hostage, otherwise there is no need to spend so much effort to get her from 221b Take away.

You know, it's not just an ordinary residence - it's the place where London's famous consulting detective Sherlock Holmes currently lives.

This behavior will no doubt be very successful in irritating Sherlock.

But she didn't understand what the meaning of this behavior was.

Just as she was silently spreading her thoughts in her heart, there was a sound of footsteps coming up behind her, and then Qinghe felt her wrist loosen.Dark wires fell to the ground.

Someone cut these very strong and knotted ropes with a knife.

"Look——" This completely unfamiliar timbre made Qinghe feel dazed, "Look——if this is what you want."

Qinghe subconsciously wanted to see what this strange man looked like, but when she turned her head, she bumped into the field of view of the video recorder.She didn't expect it to be like this, and the moment of daze was naturally recorded by this machine in detail, and it was broadcast in real time on the other end of the connection.

Obviously this tone is very strange, but she always feels as if she has seen it somewhere.

Qinghe wanted to turn her eyes away, she didn't want to expose herself to the damn video camera now, but this man didn't let her do so, instead he pinched her chin roughly and forced her to turn her face away.

Hostages are meaningless if they cannot prove their identity.

Generally speaking, it is easy for men to firmly subdue weak women like Qinghe, and this is no exception.

Qinghe couldn't stop it at all, she just moved her numb arm which was tied behind her back, and the red strangle marks on Bai Nen's wrist were exposed to the video recorder more clearly than every moment before with her resisting movements, Likewise, in front of Sherlock on the other side.

"Can't think of it? The famous Sherlock Holmes - relying on his ingenuity to help the poor London Metropolitan Police Department maintain its meager achievements that make people laugh, is more like /police/ than their group of idiots And now—ha! I caught his lovely girlfriend." The strange man spoke quickly, his eyes were bright, and there was a darkness that was completely different from Sherlock's eyes. madness.But while he was saying these words, he didn't let go of the hand that was holding Qinghe's chin tightly like iron pliers, and he was even trembling slightly——

Don't get me wrong, it's not fear.Instead, he's... he's enduring.

He is patient not to kill this girl now.

Qinghe felt that her jaw was about to be dislocated by him, and this strange murderer didn't untie the wires tied to her feet, so Qinghe still couldn't move now—at least she now suspected that if she messed up If you move, you will be killed immediately.

From her perspective, she could only see the profile of the kidnapper, which didn't look very different from the faces of those people she usually saw on the street. It was just a very ordinary face—only the eyes were different.His eyes were terrible, very cold, like the continuous rain in London.

He didn't get an answer from Sherlock Holmes on the other side of the screen for a long time.

A hoarse sneer came out from the throat of this strange man, he said fornow, and then temporarily let go of Qinghe, but he moved the camera closer, so that he could see all the expressions on Qinghe's face more clearly.

"Guess what I'm going to do next?" He finally turned his face towards Qinghe, "But I don't think you're so busy right now—I just killed three on the way here."

Different from his unilateral provocation just now, when he said this, his tone became very flat, as if this was not such a great thing for him.

God, she seems to recognize who he is——

On the last Sunday in August, she—she saw his face, Carey Chester, on the TV screen in that love hotel room—

The serial killer who escaped from Richmond.

The shallow scar on his right cheek looked so obvious up close at this moment.

Serial killers usually have very strong sociopathic personalities, so generally they're highly aggressive, at least this one with her right now - killing people just because they want to.

Looking at it this way, Sherlock can't actually be called an antisocial personality, at least he won't inexplicably hurt others, he just doesn't fit in well.

Qing He's mood calmed down strangely, and her reaction made Chester beside her a little interested in her.

After all, the targets he encountered before were always howling and crazily trying to escape, and this kind of reaction really made him experience badly.Because he will not admit one thing, the only time he has complete control over the world is in the way of controlling the life of the victim.

Qinghe felt his nervous gaze on her face.Qinghe made a mistake just now, this camera is not responsible for transmitting real-time content, so what he said now will not be sent to Sherlock's mailbox after a while.

As for why there is his mailbox... It starts with the website he created himself.

Chester stared at her coldly for a while, then smiled strangely, "Now is not the time." Immediately after, Qinghe heard the mechanical sound from the time bomb that had been counting down suddenly stop. In the end, maybe Chester didn't want to hear what she said, so he directly stuffed a piece of cloth into her mouth, and easily clamped her arms and walked down.

Qinghe's mood is different, so she looks abnormal at the moment.When they walked downstairs to the abandoned construction site, a cell phone rang, which was slightly harsh at this time, and it was peaceful - Carey Chester took Qinghe's cell phone when he broke into the house illegally.

Looks like the video was found lying in Sherlock's mailbox sooner than he thought.

But Qinghe felt very strange, when the murderer named Carey Chester was wanted by the whole city, how did he escape the surrounding surveillance like a huge spider web?

He turned on the phone and found that it wasn't the ringtone he had imagined, but... the text message ringtone, Qing He had set all incoming call and text message ringtones to be the same.

And the text message only has an extremely short voice.

"Run."

The author has something to say: This world is actually coming to an end, because if you keep writing, it will be difficult to write about Shura Field... Don't worry, they will meet again.There will be a little more tomorrow weekend.