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

Why are murderers plural?There is more than one?

I look at them.

Sherlock is collecting evidence to maintain the scene, and the detective is assisting Sherlock.

The two have no problem.

A murder occurred, and Sherlock seemed more active than before.

From his lack of interest when he received the letter, to his slight interest when he saw the letter brought by the inspector, to when he saw that the typhoon was coming, he once said——

"Man's mystification will never be able to withstand the pressure of nature."

His interest value is constantly increasing, like the game is too simple, he doesn't want to play, when you keep increasing the difficulty of the game, he will become more and more interested.

Until that 'trial' and Charles' death, Sherlock's excitement, point, seemed to be brought to the top.

He finally came alive, looking left and right for evidence, immersed in the world of reasoning, and his lazy look disappeared.

Although it's a bit outrageous, this is Sherlock after all

Andrew panicked. Although his fear was a bit excessive, it seemed reasonable.

Temporarily ruled out.

When Zude fell down on Charles at the beginning, when he ran over to watch, there was still some surprise and fear on his face, but the surprise lasted too long, and he pretended.

And now he didn't even bother to put on the same expression, just looking at Andrew's body with deep frowns.

The suspect rate of his crime can reach more than 50%.

Louis was the same. He stood behind Andrew, leaning on Andrew's chair, wondering what he was thinking, and stared at the expression of the corpse in a daze.

Although his reaction was also very suspicious, considering the strange reaction he had with Andrew when he heard the voice of the villa owner's "pretending to be a ghost" before, he can still understand his current appearance.

So although his probability of being suspected of a crime is higher than the others we present, it is less than 50%.

But what about the butler couple?This couple, whom I excluded from the beginning, is actually the one who is most sure of committing a crime, and also the one who has the most time and the most convenient time to commit a crime.

"We have to go now." Andrew suggested, this was the only useful sentence he uttered after Charles' death, "Remember, didn't the housekeeper and his wife say that there would be a boat to pick them up? If we don't leave now , I’m afraid it will really be like what the pervert in this villa said, everyone will die, look at Charles!!!”

Andrew's trembling words interrupted my thoughts.

Everyone seconded his proposal.

But I looked at Sherlock and asked him hesitantly, "Then should we choose to go?"

I hope he can make the choice, because among all the people present, I should be the only one who knows that it is absolutely impossible to leave now.There will not be a real boat waiting outside to take over the housekeeper and his wife, and there will be no signal to communicate with the outside world, or even worse, a typhoon is coming.

In this scene, if the housekeeper and his wife are not murderers, then they are abandoned children.

"I can't go."

Sherlock stood up, just now he had been squatting to check every part of Charles, and took pictures of them with his mobile phone.It was only then that I realized that he was the tallest among us. When he stood up, even Louis and the others needed to look up at him slightly.

"There will be no boats to pick us up, and according to my observations before I came, I'm afraid the typhoon is approaching."

He seems to have read the thoughts in my heart, but I know that this is the most practical result obtained by his clever brain through reasoning.

I nodded, echoing silently.

"But……"

The inspector frowned and was about to raise an objection to Sherlock when the lights in the entire restaurant went out.

It was suddenly plunged into darkness, and two seconds later, the wall with the portrait shot a light blue light towards the opposite wall, and the voice of the old judge from before sounded again.

Everyone was startled, and the housekeeper's wife even screamed.

"To shut up!"

I roared unbearably, her screams were too shrill and terrifying. Originally, I was just startled by the sudden loss of light in my eyes, but her screams made me feel terrified.Just like when watching a horror movie, it is often not the ghosts that scare us, but the protagonist who stays in place like a ghost and only screams.

What's more, when she screamed like this, I couldn't hear what the voice was saying at all.

Fortunately, my roar made her shut her anxious mouth.

Everyone was terrified, and everyone's eyes were focused on the wall opposite the portrait. The blue light emitted from the portrait was projected on the wall, and it turned into a picture, just like a projector.

"...you lost, failed to catch me, let alone confessed and repented your crimes honestly, so I had no choice but to do it for you."

That voice was as lifeless as ever, as old as dead wood.

I looked at the painting along the light of the projection, only to realize that the image was projected from one eye of the painting.

"Mr. Holmes..."

I turned around to look at the place where Charles fell, but found that Sherlock was not there. I looked around. Everyone was listening to the judge and looking at the picture projected on the wall—it was a sofa, and Charles was sitting there. Sitting on it, a cordial and friendly conversation is taking place - what appears to be an interview.

Where is Sherlock?

I turned back to look at the painting.

"what……"

I screamed softly, and a black shadow appeared under the painting. After I took a closer look at the moonlight outside the window, I was relieved.

It was Sherlock, who had also noticed the projector and was going to check it out, only to be startled by my screams.

He put his index finger in front of his mouth and gave me a 'shh' gesture.

It was dark under the lights, so I couldn't see him for the first time.

I nodded, covered my mouth with my left hand, and said "OK" to him with my right hand, and then watched the video with everyone, and turned my head to meet the inspector's probing gaze, which almost scared me for the second time .

Fortunately, I don't need to explain more, he took a look at Sherlock and understood what it meant, nodded to me and continued to look at the wall.

It seems he thinks the same as me.

Since Sherlock is going to check these doubts, I don't need to distract myself. I believe in Holmes, or there are not many fools who would choose not to believe him.

In most cases with him, we just have to wait for the results.

After not watching for a while, the film on the wall seems to have undergone a completely different transformation.

Charles' expression has begun to become a little awkward, his smile froze on his face, and the content of his speech is no longer related to his novel.

And most of them are-

'Are you joking? '

'Stop it. It's not funny. '

'who told you that! ? '

……

What's even more weird is that we couldn't hear what the other party asked, so he would give this answer. What question was asked to make Charles become angry and stiff. Isn't this a magazine interview?

An interview about his new book ?

Moreover, this video has undergone special processing, only the screen of Charles' answer is cut out, and the sound and screen of the other party's question are all cut off.

This makes the video even more eerie and terrifying to play.

Charles was the only one in the whole video, from the smug smile that he couldn't hide, to the current embarrassment and refusal to admit it.

!

In the picture, Charles stood up and walked towards the camera. He seemed to be pulling up the photographer's collar to hit him.

The screen suddenly went black.

At such a critical scene, the whole screen suddenly went dark. Our vision had just adjusted, but at this moment, our eyes went black again, and we were temporarily blind, and we don’t know why...

Outside the window at this moment, even the moonlight is gone, as if covered by dark clouds.

"Ah! I was wrong, I was really wrong, I admit it, I admit everything."

Before any of us could speak, Charles' scream and projected light resumed, and the time from darkness to play again was less than five seconds.

Charles, who was angrily about to beat up the photographer just now, was lying on the sofa where he had just been interviewed, trembling all over, and kept posing his hands to the camera.

The camera was very close to him, almost only shooting his head and neck, as if the camera was going to press the camera on his face.

Charles was not restrained by anything, but he didn't dare to resist. His face was covered with tears, and his terrified expression made his handsomeness and sunshine disappear.

This scene of Charles caused everyone to panic, and even I was taken aback by his enlarged face and trembling voice.

How is this going?What happened to the black part in the middle?

I moved closer to the inspector.

On the screen, Charles is crying and confessing, and he speaks out everything he has committed.

He admits to being sexually provocative, and he admits to being infatuated with a well-known contemporary woman (coincidentally, that woman is the one I've denigrated.), to the point of wanting to kill her.

He once pursued her, but was rejected. Later, Charles began to follow the woman, and she stopped him many times after she found out, and threatened Charles if he was found to be acting suspiciously again.

She would have her husband send him to prison.

This sentence stimulated Charles, so he wrote all his unrestrained desire/desire for this lady into the book, and he wrote every way he wanted to kill her into the book.

What he plays in his detective novels is not the protagonist, or rather he is not the positive protagonist, he is the murderer.

And that lady, every victim in every one of his novels.

I love you to the point of killing you, even in the book, every dead person in my writing is you, and every death method is done by me.

……

This is his lust/desire, he sent every novel to that lady, and kindly marked who was her in it.

I am reminded of Dante's interpretation of the seven deadly sins, among which his interpretation of "sex/lust" is-love each other too much, because it devalues ​​God's love for people.

……

Charles' confession was over, and the picture returned to gray again, but the lights were not turned on. Everyone kept their original postures in the dark. Maybe someone moved, but we didn't hear the sound.

"Well, let's guess together now..." The voice like dead tree bark was like announcing a funeral, "Who will die next?"

"boom--!"

There was another sound of the hammer falling in the trial, and at the same time, the lights in the entire room suddenly turned on.

My eyes, which had just adapted to the dark environment, were unable to accept the sudden bright white light. I blinked hard several times before I got used to it.

The first reaction after getting used to it was to look towards the place where the lights in the house were turned on.

"Zude?" I called out the name of the blond judge in surprise.

It turned out that he stood at the door and turned on the lights in the house.

"kindness."

He nodded and walked back into the crowd.

When did Zude stand there?I remember watching Charles' confession and he was standing in the middle of the crowd, so that means he walked over within ten seconds of the end of the film.

Less than ten seconds, dark, no sound, no knocking over anything.

This must be something that can only be done by someone who is very familiar with the furnishings in the house, and our settings are all 'guests' who came to this island for the first time. How could someone be so familiar with this place?

Unless he is the owner of the island, he has arranged all the organs, so he is familiar with every decoration in the house.

"I thought it was a power outage. I didn't expect someone to turn off the lights to create darkness on purpose. Thanks to you who turned the lights on again at the first time, I was really scared to death just now." I can only put my doubts in motion. Throw it out sensually, and observe the expressions of other people, "Since the person who turned off the lights is among us, does it mean that the murderer who played the video is actually among us?"

The inspector didn't pay attention to Zude. After listening to my words, he began to meditate. He didn't know what he was thinking, but it didn't look like he was suspicious of Zude.Louis didn't have any objection to Zude turning on the light, as for Andrew...

Apart from his fear, he felt as if he had been put on standby, and he was staring stupidly at the wall that no longer had a picture, as if he wanted to see a hole in the wall.

I have doubts in my heart, his suspicion index has almost reached 80.00% in my heart, I can almost be sure that he is the murderer, but I can't say anything without [-]%.

Because I was afraid that I would interfere with Sherlock's case, although... Even if I could interfere with him, the chance of success is not high.

And it's 'murderers', which means that Zude is not the only murderer. If I pull him out rashly, I'm afraid I will startle the snake.

Only one was caught, and there were no subsequent cases, and I would never catch the next one.

"Yes, not only the murderer is among us, but the owner of the villa is also among us." Sherlock nodded, he had finished exploring the painting, and stood beside Charles again, standing opposite me.

"I checked just now, and there is a problem with the two eyes of the portrait." He pointed to the portrait of the character hanging on the wall, "The left eye is a projector, and the right eye is a device that plays sound. All the sounds that came were coming from behind the portrait."

"And this is not a remote control device. After Charles died just now, everyone was very confused. Perhaps no one remembered where each other stood. But I can tell you clearly now that the murderer is among us, and the owner of that villa is among us." among."

Maybe I'm too sensitive, I think Holmes has also noticed the strangeness of Zu De, he has clearly locked his eyes on Zu De, but he subtly did not expose Zu De.

why?

What doubts does he have?

This is not like the usual him, not even the him before the murder. He definitely observed more than a little thing just now, but why didn't he say anything?

"Because..." Sherlock was about to speak, and everyone was listening to his analysis with full attention. No one questioned his ability inappropriately, but it happened at this time.

The Inspector interrupted Sherlock.

"Let's go quickly!" His voice was full of deterrence that could not be resisted, "The safest thing to do now is to quickly find the ship that took over the family. There are so many of us here, the murderer can't escape, so we should be the first Retreat for a while."

Although the inspector's words were firm and majestic, his expression couldn't deceive anyone. I could see fear from his face.

The panic and anxiety on his face resembled that of a frightened young lady from a wealthy family.

The detective wanted to escape.

And I even mistook him for Hannibal for a moment just now?

I really don't know how I mistook this coward and Hannibal for the same person, even if there was a momentary similarity, it was just an illusion.

June 11.

That was just a coincidence.

In this world, Hannibal might be the only one who specially chooses the wine on the same birthday as someone else, and the wine is prepared by the owner of this villa, so what does it have to do with the inspector?

Just pass me a bottle of wine.

I shook my head, all the grass and trees are soldiers, and everyone looks like a villain.

"That's too late."

Sherlock shook his head at the Inspector.

It annoyed Andrew that every time he spoke it seemed to be designed to destroy every hope everyone had, because every time Sherlock said it was the truth, and it happened to be all the scary and hopeless truth.

"Why is it too late?! How do you judge?"

He struggled to squeeze his body out from between the chair and the table, and walked towards Sherlock, stretching out his hands as if trying to grab Sherlock's collar.

But compared to the fat and bulky Andrew, Sherlock is much more flexible. He is tall and thin, and he exercises fencing and boxing all the year round.I saw Sherlock dodge slightly, and escaped his attack.

He wobbled and almost fell down. He supported the table with his hands, but the long table shook because of his weight.

You need to know how many candlesticks and meals are placed on this long table.

I can understand Andrew's reaction. He is really afraid, and it is precisely because of his fear and anger from the bottom of his heart that he completely expels all his suspicions.

People who are opposite to him have a high suspicion index.

The suspects were then quickly identified.

Jude, Louis, Mr. Butler.

The three of them are the ones I want to suspect, and the suspect values ​​are arranged from high to low.

"The typhoon is coming." Sherlock pointed out the window, and we followed his hand to look together.

There is a window in the restaurant connected to the outside. Although it is a window that cannot be opened, we can see everything outside the window.Large raindrops fall on the window, and every time one hits, it will disperse into many small droplets on the window and spread outward.

This shows that not only is there rain outside the window, but the wind is definitely not weak, and the direction of the wind is blowing towards us.

Before the movie started, the rain hadn't started to fall, and judging by the way it is raining now, it should have been falling for a while.

"It's just raining, Sherlock."

The detective kept fighting against Sherlock because he was afraid of his instinctive reaction of wanting to escape.

"This does not mean that there will be a typhoon. Although I believe all your judgments, as long as we haven't been to the scene to see it, we can't be sure that there will never be a boat to pick us up, can we?"

"Yep!"

Andrew seemed to gain confidence again from the inspector's words. He was a little excited and was about to walk out the door, but when he got to the door, he saw that no one was moving, so he hesitated.

"Let's go, what if... what if there is a boat?"

His voice was uncertain and weak, with some pleading.

"Yes, what if."

Zude stood up and sorted out his clothes. The first reaction of rich people seemed to be like this. They sorted out the clothes that had no folds before proceeding to the next move.

"Let's go to the door and put on our coats now. I remember there are umbrellas at the door. Let's go to the coast and have a look."

"kindness."

Louis nodded. It was very strange for him to follow after Zude made a move.

I frowned, seeing that they had begun to waver and move, trying to stop them.

"Don't go, everyone acting separately now is tantamount to increasing the risk index."

It is best for everyone to keep moving together, not to act separately, the chance of survival together is better than sending them one by one.This is the truth that everyone who has watched horror movies and reasoning and suspense understands that if you are alone, you will die.

But no one paid any attention to my stop. They seemed to have reached a contract and went to the door together. The moment the door was opened, the inspector turned to me and asked, "Are you really not coming together?"

"I..." I hesitated, but still walked towards him.

Since they insist on going, I have to accompany them. I can't put Andrew and the detective among so many suspects.

It's like playing werewolf killing, the person who has Jinshui is the most precious, and the person who dies can be a suspect, but it must not be a person who has been completely ruled out.

What's more, there is more than one wolf, and our prophets are based on pure reasoning.

But as soon as I took two steps, Sherlock grabbed my hand and pulled me back. I didn't have the slightest defense against his action. I was pulled back by him a few steps and fell into his arms. I looked up wonderingly. he.

"what happened?"

All I could see was Sherlock's chin, and he wasn't looking at me, but at the Inspector.

"We won't go, anyway, you will come back later."

That's what he told the inspector.

I leaned in Sherlock's arms and looked at the inspector. His expression was much calmer than before. It should be said that he had no expression at all.He nodded to Sherlock, then went out and closed the door.

"Om-"

The moment he closed the door, I heard a very faint vibration.

It's really like a mobile phone vibrating. I'm a little distracted, but this is not the vibrating sound of an Apple mobile phone. If there is a new prompt system, I would have told me. After all, I just closed the audience message panel, and did not close the system prompt panel.

"How long are you going to stay in my arms?"

Sherlock's breath sprayed on my forehead, and some thin and messy hair swept my forehead along with his breath, and when I looked up, I faced his face which was very close.

Only then did I realize that when I was in a daze just now, I still kept the strange posture of leaning against Sherlock's arms.

"Ah! Sorry!"

I quickly broke free from his arms, and jumped several steps to the side, as if the farther away from him, the less embarrassing it would be.

He looks good looking down too.

——I thought of it inappropriately, and blushed subtly.

Everyone's gone, just me and Sherlock.Although I had doubts and unease in my heart, I wanted to ask him why he let them stay together so reassuringly, but the reason why he didn't let me go with him was clearly because he didn't feel reassured that I would go with them.

But as for the inspector, the inspector is also his friend, why would he allow the inspector to go with them?

Or does he think that the detective has a gun and nothing will happen, but if I go with them, something may happen?

That doesn't make sense, since there will be an accident, shouldn't he go with everyone, but Sherlock's appearance is firmly indicating that this group of people will not have an accident.

He said 'they will be back'.

……

That being the case, why did you keep me?

Is there something you want to tell me?

I watched Sherlock standing in front of the window with his back to me, wondering what was catching his eye outside the window, and I kept waiting for him to talk to me, thinking he would say something useful that needed to be kept behind everyone else's back.

It may be related to case analysis.

But he didn't say a single word to me. He didn't say a word to me until the people who went out to explore the road came back disappointed. We sat in the restaurant in silence and listened to the sound of rain for so long.

Sherlock's behavior just now was very strange. He didn't even refute any of the inspector's interruption and distrust with other people.

It's not at all like the way he mad at me when I asked him about the case.

Instead, at this moment, when everyone was gone, he began to look out the window and hum.

I even have a guess that if another person dies or the case is more difficult, he might even dance.

……

"He wants to completely trap us on the island!"

After coming back again, Andrew seemed to have finally accepted the fact. He slumped on the chair, his eyes dimmed. If it wasn't for his chest still rising and falling, I'm afraid I would think that the person lying on the opposite chair was just a fat man.

"The crimes he arranged for each of us are related to the seven deadly crimes. If he intends to kill people in order, then you may be the next one."

Obviously Andrew has been hit hard, but Sherlock still coolly sprinkles salt on his wound.

I looked at Andrew pitifully, and sure enough, his face was pale because of Sherlock's words, and he swallowed heavily.He didn't know whether it was too cold after being exposed to the rain or because he was frightened by Sherlock's words, and he began to tremble.

Although everyone brought an umbrella when they went out, they were all soaked through at the moment, and even their hair was sticking to their faces.There were drops of water running down their hair and onto their faces, and they looked terribly embarrassed.

It seems that the wind outside is really strong, even if there is an umbrella, there is no way to stop the rain.

"I brought the clothes in for you, it's cold outside." The inspector brought in the coats and scarves of Sherlock and me, and gave them to us separately, "As Sherlock said, there are no ships, and the typhoon It will be here in a few minutes, and even if there is a boat, it will not be able to go to sea."

The results of their detection were disappointing, but not what I expected.

Sherlock and I thanked him, took over the coat and scarf and put them on.Although there is an air conditioner in the room, the air conditioner stopped working after the lights were turned off for the first time, and the housekeeper couple also said that they did not know where the switch of the air conditioner was.

The thunderstorm started to lower the temperature in the room.

At this moment, Louis finally made a reaction close to what a normal victim should have. He dropped his mobile phone to the ground and said angrily, "There's no signal, shit/he/dam/."

Sure enough, there was still no signal, and suddenly a clue flashed through my mind, but I couldn't catch it.

That seemed to be a suspicious point, but it seemed to have nothing to do with the case. It flashed through my mind so quickly that I had no time to react.

……

I frowned, and everyone sat back in their original seats, except for Andrew, who was afraid of Charles' body so he slumped in Louis's seat as soon as he came back.

And Louis was standing beside him.

"Ahh-!"

I sneezed, rubbed my nose with my fingers, and put my hands in my coat pockets to keep warm.But just as I reached in, I touched something else.

I took out what was in my pocket, it was a stack of post-it notes and a pen.

This is my habit after I came to Sherlock's world. I used to put a paper and pen in my pocket so that I could write down information related to the case.Because, although my brain is easy to use and my memory is super strong, it is too tiring to repeat the case evidence to others over and over again.

So I got used to writing them all down on paper.

I played with the paper and pen in my hands, thinking about what use they are to me now...

correct!

With a flash of inspiration, I took off the cap and covered the end of the pen, and lowered my head to write on the sticky note—writing in Sherlock's own font.I still remember that afternoon when I was bored in his room and looked at his self-created fonts, and that afternoon, because of my curiosity and boredom, I learned the word 'Sherlock'.

I wrote down my suspicions stroke by stroke on the paper, and handed it to Sherlock.

[I suspect Zude. ]

Post-it notes, pens, fonts that only the two of us know, this is the most convenient way to communicate the case, and I don't even need to use magic to cast a soundproof spell.

You must know that letting a materialistic person like Sherlock believe that there is magic in this world is tantamount to destroying his belief, so I don't intend to do such a thing in front of him.

And just because I can confirm that only he and I understand the presence of this word, even when I write it, I don't need to deliberately cover it.Even if the inspector watched the whole process of my writing, I would not be afraid.

Because he will not understand what is written on the note.

Since Sherlock has a reason for not being able to speak out, it should be the best choice to communicate the case in such a secret way.He kept me out of the suspects, as you can see from the fact that he just stopped me from going to the beach with the others.

Sherlock took the note, and I carefully observed his expression. When he first got the note, he just glanced at me. After opening the note, as I expected, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

This is the first time I've seen him surprised by me.

[When did you learn it? ]

He didn't answer my guess, but was more curious about when I learned his own words.When Sherlock handed me the note, his eyes looked at me. I don't know if it was an illusion. This time, the way he looked at me has changed significantly from the way he looked at me for the entire two weeks before, like...

It seemed that my shadow finally became alive and colorful in his eyes.

This discovery gave me a lot of confidence. This is Sherlock Holmes. It must be such a proud thing for Holmes to look at me with admiration.

[That afternoon, the afternoon when the letter was just received, it only took four hours, am I the smartest person you've ever met? ]

I continued to write to him, and since he would be impressed by my learning his handwriting, I didn't mind showing off my new skill.

After reading the slip of paper I handed over, he glanced at me, curled his lips again, and reluctantly picked up a pen to write a reply on the paper.

He wrote a long string of words, and I was somewhat looking forward to what he would reply to me.

It means 'No, you are very different from Mycroft. It takes him about ten minutes to learn a language, and no more than an hour at most. '

Or say 'Yeah, you're the smartest person I've ever met. '

Whether good or bad, I look forward to his comments on me.

Sherlock handed me the note, and everyone was uneasy and even terrified because of the video and the trapped reality.

Only Sherlock and I passed notes secretly at an inopportune time, probably because of the magic wand in hand, or the presence of the most powerful detective in history, Mr. The government guy.

Anyway, I'm not worried about my safety.

I held Sherlock's note in my hand and looked down.

[0100111001101111]

What does this mean, password? ?

What he just wrote for a long time turned out to be a string of numbers instead of a self-created text?

I looked at Sherlock wonderingly, tilting my head in confusion.

And his expression at this time seemed to be proud, he raised his beautiful jaw at me, and made a mouth shape of 'two-in-system' towards me.

binary?

Does that mean the string of numbers just now is binary code?

I looked down and spelled again.

Then he raised his head and rolled his eyes fiercely at Sherlock.

……

This guy actually uses binary to mean a 'no'?

And the reason why he took such pains to write a 'no' is probably just to satirize me, to make up for the fact that I cracked his self-created text.

Obviously I started to seriously want to discuss the case with him, but I just wanted to show off my mind by the way, hoping to get his praise.Unexpectedly, his reaction was less reliable than mine, and he mocked me with binary code.

I nudged Sherlock a bit.

Hey Mr. Holmes, if you continue to be so childish, I may no longer be able to regard you with respect.

Sherlock sneered and slapped my arm away.

"boom--"

A flash of lightning flashed outside the window, even in such a bright room, people can still clearly perceive it.Immediately afterwards, there was continuous rumbling thunder, as if it was going to spread from the sky to the top of the villa, getting closer and closer.

Thunder interrupted my nonsense.

"The typhoon is coming... Is it true that we can't go..."

Andrew cupped his face in his hands as if crying.

Everyone looked at him. Although no one spoke, everyone probably thought the same as him.

"I said, I'll tell you everything. In fact, that short video of Charles..." He took a few deep breaths before he could say the rest.

He lifted his face from his hands, his face covered with sweat.

"I also took pictures...before I came here..."

The author has something to say: Sherlock: Apart from my brother, I cannot tolerate anyone who can decipher my own words.

Hostess: Oh...

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