[Zhongyingmei] The heroine is suspected of being a psychic

If Moriarty just wanted to let everyone know and loathe the existence of Sherlock, gladly, his goal has been achieved.

Sherlock and Zhang Yu stood close to the wall, and there were bursts of noisy discussions in their ears, almost all of which were looking for and attacking Sherlock.

Although the sane people know that even if the named Sherlock Holmes is not here, this powerful figure after the broadcast will not let them go.But in the end, selfish and stupid people account for the vast majority.

Anyway, because of the existence of that Sherlock Holmes, their lives have encountered a more serious threat.He is a guilty man.

Zhang Yu glanced at Sherlock worriedly, and fortunately found that Sherlock didn't seem to have any reaction to this.Perhaps this is also the advantage of high-functioning antisocial people, who never become irrational because of too much emotion.

She tentatively patted Sherlock on the shoulder, and asked softly, "Sherlock, what are you going to do? This must be an aggressive method, so don't be influenced by his words. We just need to hold out until Bruce's rescue arrives." gone."

Sherlock nodded, did not speak, but only signaled Issa to pretend that nothing had happened, so as not to let the overly irritated crowd notice the abnormality.There are too many people here, and Sherlock can't bet on the self-control of people who are under the high pressure of tuna cans.

"Quiet!"

Through the broadcast, the people present seemed to be able to feel the calm flame of the speaker.Therefore, everyone shut their mouths obediently, listening to the radio continue to blare.

"The Mr. Sherlock Holmes I mentioned just now doesn't seem to intend to stand up, but I really don't like such evasive behavior. So, how can I let you do what you want?"

The eerie and gorgeous tone that was raised made everyone who heard it tremble, and they could only cuddle closer to each other to find a sense of security.

"In addition to me and my partner, Mr. Joker, there are more than 1200 people on the ship. In order to reduce the cost of the ship, I will throw [-] people into the sea every half an hour. Until there are four hundred people left on the ship. Of course, my dear friend Mr. Sherlock Holmes is not included in the eighty people.

Of course, I am a kind person, and I will not let you go directly to a dead end.You can ask Mr. Holmes and his assistant, Miss Isa, to let them pass a few simple assessments, so that during the assessment period, those who should have died can temporarily keep your lives.

However, as long as they lose any of the assessments, you will return to your original destiny and become one of the eighty people who were selected.Fortunately, even if you are chosen, you can survive by eliminating other tourists.

Now, I can give you 5 minutes to think, if no one objects, then do as I say.You guys have to be good~"

The latest broadcast silenced the entire cruise ship.No one knows how the person in charge of the ship chooses people to die, and no one knows whether the other party will really leave more than 400 people alive in the end.

The imminent death crisis enveloped everyone, and the silence was extremely vivid. Crying, fear and exclamation filled all cabins in the next 2 minutes, making people's eardrums feel uncomfortable.

Sherlock and Zhang Yu looked at each other, and both could see the uneasiness in each other's eyes.For the hope of living, they dare not overestimate human nature.The bait that can find someone to die for is enough to turn this place into a dark lair like hell, exuding a strong dark breath.

Finally, a man with a cruel face stood up and shouted into the sky: "If you choose to eliminate others, what is the method of elimination? Kill people?"

The current sound of the radio paused for a moment, and the announcer behind seemed to have changed.The nervous voice sounded a little trance: "Hee hee hee hee! Sorry, you got the answer right, but there is no reward! So, now... the countdown starts, ten, nine, eight,..."

As the countdown gradually came to an end, the people in the cabin seemed to have turned on another switch. Yan Yan, who is usually smiling and gentle, squinted his eyes and looked around casually, as if he was looking at domesticated birds and animals. The person who is most convenient to start with.

They're both from Gotham, and they're born hunters, too.

The weak, helpless and pitiful women and children squeezed their palms tightly. People who are usually ignorant also understand the environment they are in. This is no longer a civilized society, this is the Colosseum.

People who carry weapons with them are showing veins, holding their guns or table knives tightly, as if they will be more confident in this way.But it is not.The weak are trembling, the strong are grinning and smiling.

Seeing that everything was about to slide to the edge of uncontrollable, the two underworld bosses sitting in the monitoring room raised their lips.Their well-designed games are sure to be the most fun.Those who are usually high and elegant will immediately crawl to the ground like chickens and dogs, embarrassed, showing expressions of fear and despair. This is much more fun than directly asking those boring policemen to trouble them.

Sure, what they like might not be as interesting to others, but who cares?Anyway, they are devils from hell, helping the god of death to harvest people's souls.

Moriarty and the clown don't care about the life and death of ordinary people, and even make fun of it. Sherlock Holmes doesn't have the courage to watch the innocent people on the cruise ship die.

After making eye contact with Issa, Sherlock immediately stood up from the crowd, revealing a handsome face that didn't deserve a beating, and his clear and gorgeous voice echoed in the resplendent casino:

"I am Sherlock Holmes, and I am invited to participate in your little game."