[Comprehensive English and American] Every live broadcast wants my life

July [-], [-], at three o'clock in the afternoon.

Sherlock, I, and the inspector have already boarded the ship to go to the appointment. I never expected that Sherlock would agree to the invitation because the inspector also received this letter.

Probably because he finally felt the strangeness of the incident, which could not be explained by just playing tricks.

But thankfully, the task was finally completed, and now I have 2000 gold coins in my pocket.

I lay on the deck and squinted through my sunglasses to appreciate the beautiful scenery in the sky. It was rainy every day for three consecutive days before departure. I originally agreed with Sherlock that if the weather is still like that today, we will give up this journey.

I was a little worried at first, but fortunately, I got out of bed early in the morning, opened the curtains and saw that there was no rain outside.

The journey can go smoothly, and my task can be successfully completed.

"What a beautiful day."

I rolled around on the deck, and sighed comfortably with my limbs spread out.

Although the sun can't even be seen in the sky, shrouded in layers of clouds, but as long as the rain stops, it will be a good thing.After three full days in the small dark pavilion in the rainstorm, even a cloudy day as long as it doesn't rain is considered great weather for me.

"The typhoon is coming soon."

Sherlock sat on the fixed chair beside the boat for tourists to enjoy the sea view, with his right leg crossed on top of his left leg and looking around blankly, his right hand resting on his knee and tapping his fingertips unconsciously.

"typhoon?"

I sat up straight on the deck, took off my glasses, shaded the light with my hands over my eyes, and looked into the sky.

"It's just that the clouds are denser than usual. Does this indicate that there may be a typhoon?" I observed the sky carefully for a while, and found that there were no other abnormal phenomena before turning to Sherlock, "Can you tell me, are you Where did you see it?"

I am willing to learn more knowledge, even if it is related to the weather.

"Look over there."

Sherlock took his right hand from his knee and pointed to the position behind me, and I looked in the direction he was pointing.

It's the detective.

He was standing there drinking something, there was white liquid in the goblet, he didn't know if it was wine or water.And there were a few seabirds standing under his feet, looking very tired, they fell there and combed their feathers.

The inspector didn't seem to care about the existence of these seabirds, and stood among them calmly holding a glass, watching the sea scenery outside the ship.

Suddenly, he looked towards us, as if he had noticed my gaze, and he was not surprised when he met my eyes, but raised his glass to me.

I nodded and smiled at him.

"Seabirds? Is this also a sign before the typhoon comes?"

I turned to ask Sherlock, he nodded, then leaned back, frowning and looking into the distance.

"Seabirds that cannot be driven away, sea waves, stratus clouds, and the sudden stop of rain after many days of heavy rain, all of these are declaring that a typhoon is coming."

He gave me a disgusted look. He really hated it, not pretending it.I have always been accurate in observing expressions, and his dislike even infected me.

"I don't even know this. If you come to the appointment alone this time, I'm afraid the fish in the sea will have new food again."

"Of course, how can I compare with Mr. Holmes?"

Daily tout Sherlock mission accomplished.

I followed his line of sight, and the sea was still calm, except that there were occasional unobvious long waves slapping against the side of the ship, and there was no fog on the sea that was extremely visible.But it might be because of Sherlock's mention of a typhoon just now. At this moment, I suddenly felt that the air pressure around me began to drop, and my breathing was a little difficult.

A large number of seabirds began to fly towards our boat. The sound of the seabirds was harsh and unpleasant. Their arrival made my good mood plummet.

I don't know how long it will take to reach the island. There are only me, Sherlock, the inspector, and the driver on the entire ship, but there are all kinds of beds, food and drinks in the ship.I have nothing else to ask for but a smooth journey.

……

In [-], July [-]th, at [-]:[-] p.m.

It has been five hours since Sherlock said that the typhoon was coming in the afternoon, and we arrived at the boarding place on the island, which means that we have traveled a total of twelve hours at sea.

When I first took the boat, I still felt comfortable and fun, but after staying on the boat for twelve hours, when I got off the boat, I still felt that my feet were light and my head was heavy, as if my whole body was still shaking in the sea.

With the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks at the edge of the island, for a split second I really thought I was still on the boat.

"Be careful."

The inspector and Sherlock suddenly grabbed my arm to stabilize me. They held my arm one by one from the left and the other from the right, which made me a little confused. I didn't know whether the raised foot should fall.

"Look at your feet."

Sherlock saw my confused expression and reminded me succinctly.

I followed his reminder and looked at my feet, taking a deep breath.The place where I originally planned to land was a pit about [-] centimeters deep, just between two stones, like a gap left in the middle after a whole stone was split.The size of the gap is just enough to allow a foot to fall in, but after stepping in, it is not sure whether the leg can be swollen.

I started to feel a little scared.

Fortunately, they stopped me just now, otherwise my foot would have been stuck in it at this moment.

"Thank you." I thanked them and explained, "I stayed on the boat for so long that I was top-heavy when I got off the boat, and I didn't pay attention to the road."

"It's okay." The inspector comforted me, "The road here is really difficult to walk, and the sun has begun to set, and it's really not easy to see clearly now that the light is very dim. Let me help you walk together, it will be safer. "

He advised me so.

Sherlock seemed to take a look at the Inspector, then let go of my arm and continued walking.

Since the inspector wanted to help me to remind me of the road under my feet, the two of us walked much slower than Sherlock. He walked in front of us as if he had become the one who opened the way for us, and the inspector and I only needed to Just follow the direction he is going and pay attention to the road under your feet.

"Watch your feet." Sherlock reminded again, "But if you have a problem, I think the inspector will be happy to carry you.

……

I have to believe Sherlock's words, and I have to think a lot.

Afterwards, I refused several times and told the inspector that I could go alone, and now I am not distracted, but he still insisted on supporting me.

It seemed like an old-fashioned gentleman would act, and also like a detective who was used to being responsible and helping the public.

And he always pays attention to the distance between him and me, just holding my arm part which is blocked by clothes, and will not have any other physical contact with me for the reason of supporting me.So I accepted his move after trying to evade it several times to no avail.

[Will there be a typhoon? 】

Recalling Sherlock's previous proposal to me, I worriedly asked the system.

[There will be a typhoon within 24 hours, but the exact start and end times are unknown. ]

The system replied, what surprised me was that the system only gave me a vague time for the weather conditions this time. Usually, it can be accurate to a few hours and a few minutes.

I was full of doubts in my heart, and seeing that I was about to leave the coast and enter the forest of the island after walking a few steps, I stopped and stopped going forward.

The detective pulled me for a while and found that I stayed where I was, then turned his head and cast a questioning look at me. He opened his mouth as if he was going to ask me, but Sherlock who was walking in front took a step ahead.

"Why aren't you leaving?" he asked me.

I looked up at Sherlock, and found that he had stopped and turned around to look at me with a frown, his hands in his pockets in a very casual manner, as if he was taking a walk.

"Why don't we go?" I was a little worried, "Didn't Mr. Holmes say in the afternoon that a typhoon is coming soon? We are now on an island. Once a typhoon comes, I am afraid that there will be no signal and we will not be able to leave the island. Typhoon weather Definitely can't go to sea."

Sherlock immediately rejected my proposal: "The typhoon will definitely come, but because of this, it's more interesting, isn't it?"

"Are you suggesting we leave now? But I've just asked for leave, and this is my leave, Ginny."

The Inspector was an acquaintance, and from the time we first met he had called me by my first name instead of my last.

He squeezed my arm in a complaining tone.

"Besides, isn't it unreasonable that only the three of us are invited to such a large island?" I ignored the inspector's complaint and looked straight at Sherlock.

I hope he can understand my worries at this time. My sixth sense has always been accurate. At this time, it is desperately reminding me that once I enter this forest, I am afraid it will not be so easy to get out.

"It's not just the three of us." Sherlock shook his head and raised his chin towards the direction behind me, "I have observed it when I disembarked, and there are traces of other ships landing nearby, as well as traces of other people going ashore. As far as I can tell, there are at least three other people on the island. Keep an eye out, Miss Detective, your performance is completely incompatible with any honor that the tabloid reporters have given you."

I turned my head and glanced behind myself, there was the place where we just disembarked, and the driver was standing under the boat to rest at this time, he said before we disembarked that he would stay here for about an hour to rest, if he wanted to Find him within an hour of returning home.

Otherwise, it will be seven days before we come back to pick us up next time.

This also means that if we decide to stay on the island, we will have to stay at least seven days before we can go back.

I was fascinated by the beautiful radial red and blue light that appeared under the distant coastline. If it is not a rainy day in July in London, the sunset time is usually around [-] to [-] o'clock. At this time, we just caught up with the sunset time.

It's beautiful, even more beautiful than usual.

"They should have arrived earlier than us, and they were not on the same boat." He lowered his head and flipped the invitation card in his hand to the address on the back, "We should be able to see them when we get to the villa, and..."

He drew my gaze back.

I saw Sherlock raised his head and shrugged at me, and said: "As for the mobile phone signal, in fact, when our ship is on a normal road, the signal completely disappears."

……

Alarm bells rang in my head.

Isolated islands, typhoons, ships that won't come back for a while, and all disappearing signals, all of these are like the most classic and terrifying types of detective novels.

"Mr. Holmes... have you seen Agatha?"

Both Sherlock and the detective are unwilling to return to the voyage now. It is absolutely impossible to go back now. I resigned to my fate and continued with the two of them into the woods.

The woods are quiet and eerie, and we who are far away from the sea can't even hear the sound of the sea hitting the shore, only the creaking sound of our stepping on the branches or leaves in our ears.

"Agatha?" Sherlock paused, I glanced at him and saw Sherlock wrinkled his nose as if thinking, "Who is that?"

I was stunned and watched his expression carefully for a long time, and found that he really didn't know who 'Agatha' was.

Could it be said that Agatha Christie, the famous British detective novelist, does not exist in the world of Sherlock Holmes?She is one of the three masters of reasoning literature, and our current situation is very similar to the "Blizzard Mountain Villa" model created by her.

But Sherlock doesn't know?

Although I was puzzled, I still shook my head and answered Sherlock pretending to be indifferent.

"It doesn't matter, that's a beautiful lady. I suddenly had a flash of her appearance in my mind just now, and I always thought she would be the type you like, so I wanted to ask you if you know."

Sure enough, Sherlock sneered again at my answer, he was not interested in my words, he was more interested in the owner who sent the weird letter, and the problem he set.

The inspector had already let go of my arm and walked behind me, silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

But I seemed to hear a vibrating sound from the phone on his body, which made me almost think that there was a signal, but when I took out my phone with hope, I found that the upper left corner still showed 'no signal'.

This damn iPhone.

July 08, 30, at [-]:[-] pm.

After walking for more than half an hour, we finally came to the final location of the 'Detective Club', which is also the only villa on the entire island.

"Bang bang bang."

The detective held the golden door knocker held in the mouth of the golden lion in front of the door, and gently knocked it on the door.The three of us stood at the entrance of this villa. The dome covered above our heads, the entire gate and the two pillars supporting it under the dome were all maroon. Only the lion on the door and the exposed tip of the dome were golden.

It should be gold-plated, I touched the beard of the cross curiously and made a judgment in my heart.

After about ten seconds, the door was opened.

"Hey, are you the remaining three detectives?"

The person who opened the door was a young man with brown hair and light brown eyes. His fair face had some freckles near his nose, and he had a very refreshing smile. He looked like a type of senior who loves sports and is very popular in college.

He opened the door and walked back to make room for us.

"Hi."

I greeted him, and was the first to walk into the house, changing shoes aside.

There were three pairs of shoes on the ground, arranged according to size from left to right, and the pair given to me were the smallest pink slippers.

I raised my eyebrows, it seems that the host who organized this event is still a very careful host.

"detective?"

Sherlock frowned. After entering the room, he first took off the scarf and hung it on the hanger with the coat before changing his shoes.

"Why do you think all three of us are detectives?"

He likes to catch the loopholes in other people's words, which has become his habit.

"Oh because didn't the invitation say that there will be a 'Detective Club'?" He smiled innocently, "There are still three detectives sitting in the restaurant. There are three more, so it must be you. Oh, by the way, I haven't introduced myself yet..."

"My name is Charles, and I'm an amateur detective novelist." He looked at me and walked towards me, "Come on, let me hang up your coat for you. The air conditioner is on in the restaurant. If you go in with your coat on, you may feel sick."

As he said that, he was about to help me take off my coat. I took a step back and did not refuse. The inspector stood between the two of us to stop his overzealous behavior.

"Thanks, Charles, I'll help her."

Charles touched his nose and nodded awkwardly.

"A past detective novelist, recently he has no inspiration, can't write anything, and has been avoiding people-debt collectors or rivals in love. The reason why I came to this invitation is to find inspiration from it, but from your disappointed look and When more detectives gather in the restaurant, you don’t choose to draw inspiration there, but choose to greet us at the door, which means that their conversations are either too boring and low-end, or they are very different from what you imagined.”

Sherlock looked at Charles from the beginning, and the analysis result blurted out, he curled his lips and put down the last sentence.

"Either way, I'm equally disappointed."

It's his favorite thing to do.I think when I first moved into 221B, the gift he gave me was also a merciless and straightforward analysis.

Charles was even more embarrassed now, at a loss for what to do.I tugged at Sherlock and whispered to him.

"The situation may be complicated for a while. I hope you will try your best to endure it. The less things like this happen just now, the better."

Sherlock snorted coldly and pulled the sleeve out of my hand violently.

"Are you telling me to hide my intelligence?"

"No, Mr. Holmes, your wisdom can be expressed without words," I shook my head. "I'm just telling you how to get people's favor, so as to prevent us from being kicked out of the villa in a moment."

"Heh..." He sneered, "People's favorite? That kind of thing is worthless to me."

He felt this way from the bottom of his heart.

After the three of us finished rectifying, Charles took us in, and he took us directly to the direction of the restaurant.

"Your luggage will be delivered to your respective rooms by the butler couple in a while, and I will take you to the restaurant." None of us refuted his proposal, "In fact, everyone was already seated after seven o'clock. , but Mr. Housekeeper insisted on waiting for you to come before serving. We are already very hungry, and our stomachs growled several times. "

He speaks very humorously, and he is very good at driving the atmosphere. I think if a detective novel is written by him, it must be a detective novel mixed with many jokes and jokes.

But except for my occasional laughs in cooperation, Sherlock and the inspector were silent and did not respond. The two of them were observing the furnishings in the house all the way, and it seemed that they did not listen to Charles' speech at all.

When we got to the restaurant door, Charles stopped. He held the door handle but didn't open it. Instead, he reminded us.

"By the way, before you came, there were some disputes inside. The atmosphere may not be very good. I hope you don't take it seriously. Everyone is a different type of detective from various fields, and everyone is inevitably competitive."

As if he was afraid that his explanation was not clear enough, he added: "Everyone thinks they are the best detective, so there were some quarrels."

"Open the door."

Sherlock never cared about these boring gossips.And for him, not to mention that everyone in the restaurant has a bad relationship, even if someone insults and fights each other in front of him, as long as Sherlock is not thinking about things at the time, then it is two people who are scolding or two dogs. Bite, it makes no difference.

"Ok."

Charles fell silent and opened the door.

The bright white light inside came out immediately, and I blinked uncomfortably.

In the corridor to the restaurant, the lights are very dim yellow. I thought it was a yellow light bulb specially used to match the classical decoration.But I didn't expect that the restaurant would use white lights.

"Oh Charles, if you want to say bad things behind our backs, shouldn't you find a place farther away?" As soon as he opened the door, sharp words like blades were thrown on Charles' face.

Under the bright light, I saw his face was flushed by the other party's words.

"Feel sorry."

Charles apologized under his breath and motioned for us to come in.

The three of us followed Charles into the restaurant. The long dining table was covered with smooth white tablecloths, and the decorations on it, whether candles or vases of flowers, were very particular.

In the middle of the wall of the dining room, there is a huge oil painting portrait of a man with reddish-brown beard and a pipe in his mouth.

This is probably the owner of this island, the detective novelist.

"You sit here."

Charles pointed to the three vacant seats, and I found a gold plate with a name on each seat, which seemed to be a fixed seat.

The inspector sat on the right next to a middle-aged blond man, I sat on the left of the inspector, and on my left was Sherlock, who was the last person at the long table.

There are four seats on our side with the blonde middle-aged man, and three seats on the opposite side of us.

After we were seated according to the arranged positions, I looked up and observed everyone on the table, oh no...

It should be said that every 'detective'.

Charles was sitting opposite me, Mr. Butler pushed the dining car beside him, and the wife of the butler took out food from the dining car and put it in front of Charles. He tidied up the napkin in front of him, then raised his head and noticed my gaze, and smiled at me laugh.

She looks so cute.

I smiled back at him.

"whispering sound……"

A discordant voice sounded, and I looked at the person who made the strange sound displeased.

It was a man with a fat body, embarrassing hairline and a shiny forehead. According to my inference, if he didn't look too old, he would be in his 50s this year.Judging by the sound, this is the man who taunted Charles as soon as he entered the door.

"What's the matter...Mr. Sharp?" I glanced at the sign in front of him.

Food Detective - Andrew Sharp.

It turned out to be a food detective.

I watched the housekeeper's wife put the food on the table from his shoulders inconveniently, and put it on the table from the side when serving others, but Andrew Sharp's figure was too fat, He blocked his positions on both sides tightly, and his stomach was stuck under the table with great difficulty.

"It's nothing, I'm just questioning the host's invitation criteria." His eyes swept over the three of us, and his tone was quite disdainful. The detective of the day is also invited, I really don't know if he is insulting the detective or insulting us."

Ah……

A clown who grabs people's attention in newspapers?Are you talking about me again?

Talking about the tabloid clown, how would he know me if he didn't read the tabloid entertainment news?How did a lowly clown like me get into his noble eyes?

And dare to say that Sherlock Holmes is 'out of nowhere', a 'goofy' detective...

I really hope that this time he will not be in any danger to his life, and survive to leave this island safely. I still look forward to whether his jaw will drop to the ground the day he sees Sherlock Holmes become famous.

I raised my eyebrows, ignoring his intentions.

Sherlock and the inspector on the side did the same thing. Although they didn't speak, they were obviously more disdainful, and they didn't even bother to look at Andrew.

Especially Sherlock, no matter how fat this Andrew is, Sherlock can see through this idiot at a glance.

He is trying to die, and I look forward to the moment when Sherlock will expose him mercilessly.

"I think so."

The blond man sitting to our right spoke suddenly, and I looked over at him.

He turned out to be a judge?I was taken aback when I saw the identity on his sign.

Such a young judge?According to my visual observation, he is only about 30 years old.

Judd Longman?

Tall mean?I really can't see how tall he is when he is sitting, but since his last name indicates that he is tall, I think he should not be too short.

"Heh... Although there were differences of opinion just now, your vision is still normal." Hearing that someone echoed him, Andrew curled his mouth proudly.

His mouth was bright, with greasy reflections under the lamp, I looked a little disgusted and glanced away.

"Of course Langman's vision is normal," said the man on Andrew's left who had been quietly cutting food on his plate, "but I don't think what he wants to say is the same as what you understand, yes Longman?"

The brown-haired man who spoke was Louis Brown, and his manner of eating was very elegant, and even the gesture of raising his eyebrows at the blond judge at the last question was full of aristocratic feeling.

……

commercial detective.

What kind of detective is this?

I wonder, compared with them, I want to agree with Andrew's words.Because compared with them, Holmes and I are more accurate detectives.

Andrew put down the soup spoon in his hand, and said displeasedly, "What do you mean?"

"What I mean is," the blond judge continued, "what the hell is a gourmet detective? I don't know if you are insulting the detective or us by inviting such a person."

I looked around the inspector, and the blond judge actually raised the corners of his mouth provocatively at Andrew.

The detective laughed a few times in cooperation, and the atmosphere at the dinner table was tense instantly.

I put down the knife and fork in my hand and prepared to watch the battle with great interest.

After we entered the restaurant, except for Charles and the annoying Andrew and the butler couple, the other two detectives didn't say a word. If it wasn't for the two of them mocking Andrew this time, I think I should also Will not pay attention to them.

I didn't expect the two of them to be such interesting people, interesting, interesting.

This scene is much more 'delicious' than the carefully prepared dishes by the housekeeper and his wife.

"Boom bang bang!"

Three consecutive sounds came from nowhere, like the sound of a judge hammering a hammer, signaling for everyone to be quiet.

Andrew looked around vigilantly, struggling to turn his fat neck, as if the flesh on his neck trembled after being frightened.

Everyone stopped moving and paid attention to the sounds around them.

Immediately afterwards, an old and gloomy voice sounded again, the voice was so loud that it filled the entire restaurant, and the echo could be faintly heard.

Ethereal, husky.

"Hi seven detectives, I gathered you all on this island because of what you have done before..."

His voice was slow and harsh, and the hairs on my arms stood up again.

"As I said in my heart, each of you has betrayed God and committed sins that God will not tolerate, as I said in my invitation letter... I know what each of you have done matter……"

"A novelist who is obsessed with pleasure, a gourmet who is greedy for pleasure, a business tycoon who loves money, a judge who has no goals, a detective who exceeds the power given by the law, a female detective who hates the beautiful... and the word arrogance is engraved in the bone marrow Mr. Holmes..."

"Each of you can't wash away your sins, because they are all exactly what you did..."

"I'll give you one last chance to be honest, and you have one hour to confess your crimes and use your detective brains to find out who I am..."

"If you can't, then each of you will be..."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, no one spoke again, no one even moved, even the housekeeper and his wife stood stiffly at the door of the restaurant.

Everyone maintained the movements before the silence, with extremely ugly faces.

Except Sherlock.

He put one arm on the back of the chair, the other on the table, and tapped his fingers on the table.

But I felt his anticipation from his tapping fingers.

The voice was like that of an old judge, and every word he said was slow and clear.

"Sentence—death sentence."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a "boom!".

Drop the hammer again.

It's really like a trial in court, and each of us is a defendant.