[Comprehensive British and American] The world is malicious

Nina followed Simonli from a distance, looking around from time to time to determine where she was and whether she could find the figure of the man who had left halfway.

She was almost sure that the man had noticed the fact that they were being followed, so he left in a hurry.

Perhaps now he was hiding somewhere, looking down the street, ready to deliver the fatal blow to the stalker.

As Nina thought, the golden fur on her body stood up slightly.She couldn't imagine why Professor Boer, who had always been obsessed with research, would get involved with such two people. They didn't seem like murderers who had a sudden intention, otherwise, they wouldn't even let the house without its owner go unnoticed.

What was it that caused Professor Ball's death?

This was something Nina couldn't figure out even after thinking about it. For the first time, she felt that her thinking was so slow that it was about to rust.

Suddenly, a screeching sound of brakes interrupted Nina's thoughts, and a black Porsche was approaching at high speed from the side, turning quickly around the corner.

Seeing this, Nina hurriedly jumped onto the chair outside the street cafe. The black Porsche drove past where Nina was standing just now, then slowed down and stopped in front of Simonli.

221B Baker Street

As soon as Mrs. Hudson opened the door, she saw Nina rushing in with strides. A gust of cool wind rushed in at the same time as Nina entered the door.

"Oh, dear, what's the hurry? Look at you." Mrs. Hudson asked, taking a breath.

"Sorry, Mrs. Hudson." Nina stopped quickly, her breath still a little unsteady, she almost ran over, who would have thought that after she got into the taxi, she realized that the money on her body could not bring her back. to Baker Street.

"Has Mr. Holmes come back?" Nina leaned her head upstairs, unconsciously holding her hand on the banister of the stairs.

"Well... want to move down?" Mrs. Hudson blinked, with a curious light in her eyes, "I can give you a reduction in rent, my dear. Although it seems to me that the time you have spent together is a bit short, the young Humans are bound to be impulsive."

"...What?" Nina looked bewildered, and then carefully sized Mrs. Hudson to make sure it wasn't someone pretending to be her.

"You and Sherlock!" Mrs. Hudson lowered her voice slightly.

Oh Merlin!

Nina's eyes widened in surprise, and then she smiled awkwardly, "You misunderstood, I just need to ask Mr. Holmes for help with a case."

"Help, dear, you know that some things always start with helping, oh... yes, Sherlock has returned, and he was looking for you just now." Mrs. Hudson finally remembered the business.

"And a letter from you, my dear, wait a moment."

After a while, Mrs. Hudson came back with a letter in her hand and handed it to Nina, "It really looks like a prank! But I should give it to you."

Indeed, Nina also thought, no one would send her an unsigned letter with an empty envelope.

But soon, an unreachable thought flashed through Nina's mind. She opened the envelope, took out the same blank letter paper inside, put the letter paper under her nose and sniffed it, the smell of lemon juice.

"Oh, it must be some bad boy's prank," said Mrs. Hudson, unable to resist.

"No, it is very important to me, thank you, Mrs. Hudson." Nina excitedly stepped forward to hug Mrs. Hudson, and kissed her gently on the cheek twice, "...I need to find Sherlock Holmes Discuss this matter, sir."

Nina let go of her hand as soon as she said that, ran up the stairs, and knocked on the door impatiently.

"You rushed back to Lauriston, met Abbot Seton, followed him, and walked a constant distance, how did you do it?" Sherlock said and walked off the sofa.

"He escaped from the federal police and fled from America to London with a level of vigilance that no one else could fail to notice that someone was following him."

Because I'm not following him in human form.

Nina pursed her lips and smiled subtly. She believed that in a short time, Mr. Holmes would never equate her with the golden squirrel who stole his ring.

"About Seton?" Nina tilted her head in doubt.

"The murderer." Sherlock replied succinctly, "He got into a taxi and made you stop following him."

"No, it's a black Porsche." Nina corrected, "He walked to Wadsworth Road alone, and a black Porsche with the license plate number BD51SMR suddenly rushed out from the side and stopped in front of Seaton. in the car."

"Oh, mistakes are inevitable." Sherlock murmured to himself in a low voice, "He killed Freeman premeditatedly, and then couldn't restrain his madness to kill the other two people... His madness will ruin things , someone is instructing him, they may even be a group."

Sherlock started to walk around in a small space, his mind was full of various thoughts, as long as there was one source, he could even deduce countless subtle things.

"Well, Miss Roberts, please give me the letter in your hand."

"I think this is most likely a letter from Professor Bohr. My friends never communicate in this way. They prefer a...weird way." Nina said while placing the letter on the Bring over the alcohol lamp on the kitchen table.

Sherlock weighed the letter paper carefully, and after drawing a series of conclusions, handed it over, "Come here, I need you to describe Sidon's characteristics."

"Okay, he's wearing a dark brown jacket, about 6.0 feet tall, flaxen hair..." Nina said as she lit the alcohol lamp, holding a blank letter paper above the flame.

She understood that Mr. Holmes had doubts about whether she had really seen Abbot Seton, after all, she had only seen the murderer she thought she had.

The blank letter paper gradually revealed handwriting under the high temperature. Nina couldn't help but stopped talking as the handwriting appeared, and a look of joy appeared on her fair cheeks.

This is indeed Professor Ball's handwriting!

Suddenly, there was a sound of glass breaking from the window, and Nina didn't even notice what happened, but a strong burning pain came from the left hand holding the letter. The bullet that flew in from the window grazed Nina's wrist, and was firmly embedded in the wall. Inside.

The letter paper fell slowly and was instantly swallowed by the flames.

Sherlock came back to his senses in an instant, rushed to the window and looked at the opposite building.

[(Mrs. Turner: Widow, 10 years of debt ↑, family status (…), not going out) × (Carters: separated, Mr. Carter, novelist, no special situation, long-term home) × (Millers: children Something has happened recently, house status: unoccupied, 10 days ↑)√]

"I've got some afternoon tea ready, I hope... oh my God!" Mrs. Hudson came up with tea.

She was obviously taken aback by Sherlock who suddenly rushed out, her heart almost jumped out, the hands holding the tray shook suddenly, and the cups on the tray rolled down.

"Caution" Sherlock stopped suddenly, quickly caught the falling cup, and put it back on the tray.

"She needs some chafing medicine, thank you, Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock twitched the corner of his mouth and rushed downstairs along the stairs.

"Bad boy, you're always like this, my heart," muttered Mrs. Hudson as she put the tea on the table.

"Honey, are you okay?" Mrs. Hudson found out the medicine box, walked to Nina, and asked with concern.

Nina shook her head and looked at her wrist that was scratched by the bullet. Fortunately, it was her left wrist. Unfortunately, the only clue was reduced to ashes.

"It's just a small scratch, you don't have to worry, I can do it myself." Nina smiled shyly, but there was almost no smile in her eyes. She couldn't help looking at the window, which was still pierced by bullets. past traces.