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

After hearing this, Qinghe went crazy and ran straight away.

Originally, the probability of the criminal escaping with a gun in his hand was very low. - It only takes six seconds to reload the □□, six bullets, and the speed of reloading except for novices.However, if you shoot at close range, the fatality rate is very high. Even if you are not dead, the strong penetrating power will easily make a big hole in the prey's body.

But... Sherlock was right!

Qinghe admits that the only way for him to escape from this world is to gain aversion or die.It is of course impossible to live with one of the "suitors" until the old age, which is too cruel for her... When the way of aversion is not feasible, she can only —The only thing that can be done is the latter.

But this definitely doesn't mean that she is willing to deal with it directly, after all, she is not a dick!

This situation is of course Chester's surprise, but there is no doubt that Qinghe's behavior greatly aroused his killing desire-of course, serial killers don't like their prey to go against him to steal milk and other things, which often makes the killer They felt their authority was being questioned.Then the violence escalates.

Of course, the premise is that if he can catch Qinghe quickly.

Qinghe swears that this is the fastest she can go, and she has not run far before she starts to pant, clenching her teeth tightly to prevent all the cold air from entering her throat - which even arouses her A memory of how it felt to run the 800 meters in the school physical test when she was a normal person a long time ago...

It almost felt as if my mouth was sealed by plastic wrap, or it might be that Qinghe's physique was too weak, I felt out of breath, and the pipe in my throat seemed to be frozen.

But as the saying goes, people's potential is unlimited.

Under this speed of life and death, Qinghe's speed was of course much faster than usual, but in fact Sherlock didn't tell her which way to run, because the time left for them was too short.

Not to mention the current situation, Qinghe is actually the kind of reader who applauds because he thinks it's awesome even though he probably doesn't really understand it when he reads mystery novels...

Several consecutive gunshots rang in Qinghe's ears, and she had every reason to suspect that she had returned to the era of war—this is the twentieth century!Why can he shoot indiscriminately so defiantly?

Chester tried his best to resist the urge to kill her now, and only aimed at her feet.But to be honest, he usually doesn't use a gun to commit crimes - he likes to use a knife or other sharp objects, because he likes to appreciate the splash of blood.

Qinghe - run straight, in fact, the most accurate - after a certain distance, it will drop rapidly, because there are not so many sharpshooters who can hit every shot.Qinghe even hid in a shipping container, and even rolled on the ground to avoid Chester's sight.God knows, she has no image now, and she is still wearing a mid-length skirt!

Chester put away his gun because he had a new order.

【--stop. 】

So Qinghe got into one of the containers like this, and then went out from the other.She felt a little strange because it seemed a little too easy.

Panting out of breath, she went out from the other side, only then did she realize that this place was not very far from the coffee shop where she worked before, but no one came here all the time.

With no other choice, she had to walk in the direction of the coffee shop.

Because of the gunshots just now, all the people on the street quickly got into all the buildings like frightened birds, and Qinghe saw that there was no one on the street from a distance - she was not so stupid that she was being shot The notorious killer would walk slowly and stupidly on the road when he was chasing after him... And at this time, you must know that it was indeed dusk when she woke up, but by the time she and Chester came out together, it was already past For a long time, the sky was completely dark.

At this time of winter, there are not many pedestrians on the street, and it is impossible for Qinghe to go to such an obvious place to provide any shelter.On the contrary, it may implicate others.

Qinghe doesn't want to bear any blood debts...

She saw the securities building.

Only then did she turn her gaze to the phone she was holding.Qinghe felt that at this moment, she could turn her head to play a superheroine in a popcorn movie or something, but she dared to take advantage of the serial killer's hand while he was not implanted, so she turned her attention to this On the pitch-black screen, I didn't quite understand why I did that at that time.

Although it's true that she won't really die, but life can't be played like this...

It's crazy.

Sherlock's voice came out from inside, and it sounded like his tone was still—as usual, and he couldn't taste even the slightest gaffe. This gave Qinghe an illusion——everything would be relaxed by Sherlock in the end. Done.

"See the securities building at three o'clock on your left? Go up."

Qinghe oh—a sound to indicate the answer, and ran over quickly.

Then she heard Sherlock say again, "Don't worry..." He seemed to be sneering, "With all due respect this was a poor ploy. You were not their target."

"I informed Lestrade six minutes ago and you will be safe."

Sherlock's words seemed to be a shot in the arm, and he had to say that he did soothe Qing He's agitated heart at the moment.

Qinghe didn't speak, just ran into the building very quickly.

She didn't know what to say, not to mention that the current situation became a perfect excuse for her not to respond to Sherlock. —An ordinary Asian student studying abroad was suddenly targeted by a serial killer, and was very unfortunately involved in this accident——

No one would think it was her fault.

If you only consider yourself, then the decision whether to stay or not has nothing to do with others, because this is her life, and she can make her own decisions.

What's more, I don't really have any parents in this world...that is just to provide her with a reasonable identity, and the identity can be forged.

Qinghe couldn't imagine what it would be like if the worlds she had traveled through merged together in some weird way someday in the future.

She felt that everyone would want to kill her by then.

She felt that she had committed a heinous crime.Ending unilaterally entirely because of their own personal thoughts leaves them in a morass of frustration instead.

Because of the panic caused by the gunshot just now, everyone ran away, and Qinghe could only hear her own breathing.

Sherlock just told her to come here, and didn't tell her to go to the exact floor.

Qinghe raised his head and looked towards the stairs.The elevator was cut off from the power supply, and it must be impossible to sit now.

The girl decided to go up and have a look.At this moment, only by using continuous events to activate one's mind and body can one not just stay in place like this.

Holding on to the railing of the stairs, she walked straight to the highest floor.To be honest, she always felt very strange—she was almost escaping the most dangerous situation now, but when she went upstairs, she always felt that someone was watching her coldly from behind.

Qinghe is no ordinary girl—she thinks her psychological defense is not bad, but there is a negative reaction similar to trembling, but it covers her heart little by little like a total solar eclipse.Every time she turned her head, there was nothing behind her.

This place is simply too mysterious——Qinghe was thinking so far, but suddenly heard—a voice broke the originally quiet and eerie atmosphere.

"Aha! Let me see who this is—?"

The voice was so close to her!

She turned around quickly.

Today is simply a replay of familiar faces.

The man in front of him was wearing a suit, and even had a small, thin silk scarf stuffed in his chest pocket.If you ignore his presence in this place at this moment, he is really very personable.

She had some impression of him, after all...Damn it, he even grabbed a doll for her!

Qinghe was silent, and she had reason to believe that Chester just now was just a hoax.She didn't know who Moriarty was at the beginning—besides, the man in front of the claw machine that day was completely different from today—she asked Sherlock a few words because she heard the name at that time. The expression on his face changed slightly.

"Just a bastard - he's dead." Sherlock took the new Moriarty out of nowhere for a boring person who was beating me up, like he had been at Butts Hospital a long time ago. He also didn't take Jasmine's gay gay new boyfriend seriously.

Now it seems that this is probably his rare - a mistake.

Sherlock, who has always been known for his rationality and logic when facing cases, may have lost his rationality in his mind when facing Qing He, because no matter how humans evolve, they are actually just animals. , and flesh and blood animals are destined to be as emotionless as AI.

Therefore, excessive pursuit of rationality is like a castle in the air, which may disperse at any time.

"Why didn't you say hello to me? I thought you would be happy to see me." He even made a sad expression on his face as he said it, and he was about to cry. He is simply a natural showman.If other people saw this scene, they might really think that Qinghe and him are some kind of special best friends.

Qinghe took a step back.

But he opened the originally locked door facing the rooftop, and all the cold wind outside poured in instantly, blowing clearly and feeling that her entire neck and even her face were icy cold.

"My dear, come with me—you are about to witness history." Qing He didn't quite understand what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd, but it was obvious that his pretentious softness of language did not mean that his actions would be very gentle.

"Do you want to take my hand actively or do you want me to pull you over?"

Qing He stared at the lines on his palm for a while, pursed his lips, and finally had no choice but to hold him.

He smiled impeccably, and the next moment he suddenly approached, obviously there were only the two of them here, but he whispered in Qinghe's ear, "I know you really want to die."

Qinghe trembled - under.

"Oh! My poor little //virgin// Sherlock Holmes knew about it too, but he didn't say it. Why on earth do you want to die?"

She really wanted to break free from his hand, but when she took the initiative to hold him just now—James turned back directly—

"I, no, yes!" Qing He gritted his teeth.

Her black hair and black eyes made the man stop and watch her——

But his eyes were not as relaxed as his tone.

"At least not now." Qinghe said again.She seemed to be afraid of being heard by someone unknown, so she lowered her voice.

"Compared to the person he brought with him before, you are a completely unlovable girl," he said.

"So, please, Mr. Moriarty, let me go now." The girl felt like her head was going to explode, what "history", what "cuteness", what "poor little//virgin//girl /", God, she doesn't care about these inexplicable neurotic words at all!

"Sherlock doesn't need me—even if you take me with you, it's useless. You might as well capture his friend, maybe he will be more out of control than you imagined." The black-haired girl said this The words seemed to have exhausted all her strength, she didn't want to make herself the heroine who would always be threatened by criminals in some vulgar TV series, and she didn't want to have any irrelevant casualties because of herself.

Sherlock is really a good guy, although he always claims to be a high-intelligence anti/social/socialist, but in fact - Qinghe doesn't know what to say - he is really good anyway, probably the best guy in the world .

But she is not good enough for him, Qinghe knows this very well.

So she didn't want to cause him any trouble for no reason.

As if he heard something funny suddenly, he laughed unscrupulously, almost hurting Qinghe's eardrums.But he didn't say anything, he just carried Qinghe onto the rooftop.

The view from the highest place is always the best. The man in suit and leather shoes is very satisfied (at least Qinghe thinks so) inhaling—a big mouthful of cold air, and then exhaling vigorously, the white air—all of it is scattered in the cold wind.

"Let's play a game, honey - do you like games?"

He stuffed the pistol into Qinghe's hand, the heavy touch of the gun pistol made Qinghe almost miss holding it—

"Phew! When the safety catch is on, you have to be careful. Be careful. Wipe the gun and let it go off." He gestured to himself, and even simulated the sound, "Bang!!"

This skilful and flamboyant appearance made one wonder whether he had done such crazy things countless times. He really didn't cherish life at all—as long as he wanted, he could die at any time.

Qinghe glared at him, and lowered her eyelashes again, of course she couldn't have directly followed Moriarty's chap#ㄋconghuang, and it wasn't her who was really interested)

"You said——would you die if you were headshot?" Qinghe pointed the gun at the man suddenly, and at the same time she opened the distance—stepping backwards towards the edge of the rooftop.She took the opportunity to touch the barrel of the gun. As he said, the safety catch was indeed on.

Qinghe's hand was trembling slightly. For the gunman, any slight tremor at ordinary times could lead to a completely different ending.

She didn't know where the phone was thrown, but fortunately——fortunately Sherlock wasn't here.

Otherwise, he might see through her whole heart.

"Of course..." There was a maniacal smile in his voice, "It depends on my mood."

"But look behind you? Good girl..."

Qing He did so, and then she saw the bullet holes flashing in the night.

"But these aren't for you."

Qinghe walked to the edge of the roof of the securities building little by little.Of course, she can't change the main body - as long as she puts down the gun, the snipers on the building not far away will immediately shoot her into a sieve.

There was no expression on her pretty little face, and even her face was strangely pale.When she stood on the edge of the rooftop, she had no choice but to retreat, and the man in front of her—had been walking towards her—if he had to say it, she was a hostage.The fate of the hostage quietly threatened the police and everyone who cared about her...

The skirt of the girl's long black dress was blown up by the wind, and it looked like a white ribbon fluttering in the wind.Standing on the edge of the roof, her slender body seemed to be so fragile that it was about to be blown off by the wind in the next second.

She's dressed like a funeral—it's not out of the question to wear it to someone's funeral, if you ignore the white ruffles on the skirt.

It's four o'clock in the morning London time, and there's a full two hours and 42 minutes before the new sunrise.

During this period of time, there was no more pedestrians downstairs in the securities building——

A long cordon was pulled up below.

The cold wind at night gave her goosebumps.She hoped Sherlock wouldn't be here.

She is waiting.

Wait for the right time.

"Shoot." His character is really changeable, and now he is so stingy with words, reminiscent of Sherlock's type of indifference, "—to me."

He forcibly grabbed Qinghe's wrist and forced her to point the gun at her forehead. Her palms were covered with cold sweat. Of course, she couldn't understand why this lunatic would be so desperate. She didn't remember that anyone else would do the same thing besides her. Can't die!

She broke free, and then the muzzle went off too, and the bullet grazed the bastard's cheek.She let go all of a sudden, "...it's now."

The girl missed a step, and then her whole body fell straight to the ground.

"Oops—" the man's eyes lit up.

...—everything is over.

-TBC-

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