[Comprehensive British and American] The world is malicious

As Sherlock expected, this gentleman was a truck driver named Luke, but the strange thing started a month ago.

It happened to be the middle of July, and the weather was a bit stuffy. Luke lived alone in an unremarkable house on Mussolini Avenue. I know that the family opposite his bedroom—the widowed Mrs. Smith died of illness in early July.

On this day, he returned to the bedroom at about ten o'clock in the evening after watching TV as usual.When he was about to close the curtains, he suddenly found that the dark next door was lit up, and someone was leaning against the window and looking out.

Luke will never forget that man's attire, he was wearing a black robe, a white mask, no mouth, a terrifyingly long nose, and a pair of dark eyes that began to stare at Luke as he approached the window.

Luke was almost taken aback by this man, but he recovered quickly and drew the curtains. He thought that a new neighbor had moved in next door, and this neighbor obviously had some weird hobbies.

At first, he didn't take this matter to heart.

But this weird neighbor didn't seem to want to change back to normal attire. Every day, when Luke returned to the bedroom, he would see him walking around in that room, doing all kinds of strange actions, or leaning against the window, Staring at Luke's bedroom.

And just three days ago, Luke couldn't stand it anymore. He decided to talk to this weird neighbor. It was locked all the time, and no one ever got in.

Luke decided to find a hotel to stay for a few days. Yes, in the past month, as long as he thought of a strangely dressed weird person peeping here, he felt uncomfortable all over, and even his appetite decreased a lot.

Unfortunately, his decision did not prevent strange things from happening.

On the second day after he moved into the small hotel, creepy voices came from outside the window, as if someone was whispering in his ear, a child was crying, someone was panting in pain...

Luke was awakened by the sound, he turned on the light, the sound didn't stop, it wasn't a hallucination.He put on his coat, opened the door, and wanted to ask the hotel owner to change bedrooms, but was startled by the sight in front of him.

The door on the opposite side was wide open, and three people in black robes and white masks were carrying a stretcher. On the stretcher was a man lying on his body, with pus oozing from his body, and pustules the size of hazelnuts growing on his arms and neck. His five fingers were black and frightening. The stretcher kept shaking.

Luke took a few steps back in horror. The Black Death, he suddenly realized that the plague that had swept across Europe appeared in this small hotel.

The owner of the hotel was also present. He was standing near the stairs, his body trembling uncontrollably. With the help of the light from the room, his pale face could be seen.

The three wanted to carry him out. They were discussing with each other, and taught the hotel owner and Luke some common sense about preventing and controlling the Black Death.

Suddenly, the patient trembled and rolled down from the stretcher, and staggered towards the opposite direction of the stairs, which was a dead end.

After the three recovered their senses, they hurriedly chased after him, but the black death patient disappeared into the corridor.

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Luke finished speaking with trembling hands, the hot water in his hand was already half cold, and a lot of it was even shaken out of the cup by him and splashed on his hands.

Nina changed another cup of hot water for him, and looked at the silent Sherlock out of the corner of her eye. He clasped his hands together. Nina could imagine that countless messages must have flashed through the head of this great detective.

When Nina decided to look away, Sherlock suddenly looked up and twitched the corners of his mouth.

"Miss Roberts, give him a pen and paper. I need the hotel's name, address, your address, and contact information. Sir, I will contact you."

Luke raised his head in a daze, the astonishment on his face hadn't faded away, and a layer of panic covered it again, "I...I can't...go back, I might...have...the Black Death, I feel sick... There are... abscesses..."

"You should see a doctor. Although their words are full of flaws, a psychiatrist may be more effective for you."

Sherlock came down from the sofa, picked up the note written by Luke, "OK, sir, you can go, I will tell you the result."

"Sherlock...Mr. Holmes..." Luke opened his mouth, still wanting to make a final struggle. He has always heard that Mr. Holmes is very good at this. He needs to be saved and needs a truth that can make him feel at ease.

"Miss Roberts, please send him out!"

[I'm your landlord, not a nanny, Sherlock! ]

Nina suddenly remembered this phrase that Mrs. Hudson used to say, and maybe she would use similar words someday.Oh, there will be no such day, and her summer vacation will be over soon.

Nina sent Luke out of the apartment. Before leaving, she looked at Luke's back slowly moving away with some sympathy. She could imagine how much psychological shadow this unbelievable incident had brought to Luke.

Maybe he's just an innocent being implicated.

Nina looked at the dark street in the distance, but Luke was no longer visible. Nina gathered her coat and went back upstairs.

Chloe was standing on Sherlock's desk with a key in front of her. Seeing Nina reappearing in sight, Chloe hurriedly picked up the key and flew to Nina's shoulder with fluttering wings. Rubbing Nina's neck with her furry head.

"Thank you, Chloe."

"What do you want to ask?" Sherlock was still standing near the chair, where Luke was sitting just now, holding the note written by Luke in his hand, but did not look up at Nina.

But he knew that Nina was only standing by the door, she didn't leave, and she didn't intend to go forward, she obviously wanted to say something.

"I think, Mr. Holmes, that I may be able to help you get your bones back from Mrs. Hudson."

"Sherlock"

Sherlock said suddenly, and Nina blinked blankly, unable to understand the meaning for a while.

Sherlock looked up at Nina, who was obviously in a daze, "You can call it like this, and the honorifics can also be omitted. I need an assistant, and you can do it, Nina. I'm not used to someone being right all day long. I use honorifics."

"I'm sorry... I'm not competent, you can find a better candidate." Nina's bewildered head finally started to function again, and she could imagine what her life would be like after taking this job.

Waiting for people in the morgue may become commonplace; from time to time, you will deal with all kinds of corpses; your head is full of cases; serving tea and water, and even the skills of buying and cooking in the future will be forced to improve; The mobile phone is full of (please return quickly - SH) text messages, becoming a new generation of house elves.

This is obviously not what she wants!

"For the time being, there is no doubt that you are adventurous, have a strong curiosity, and are not very resistant to corpses and cases, why should you refuse?

You put on makeup, but not very carefully, which means that you are only preparing for an important meeting.You don't have a boyfriend, a meeting of friends doesn't take you so seriously, and a Freeman's funeral doesn't matter to you, even though you might meet someone who means a lot to you.

You plan to find a job, but you are not short of money, otherwise you would not easily rent a house in central London. It is because of your interest, which has something to do with medicine, and you need to go to school, so it is a short-term job.

And you have to give up the chance to be my assistant because of such a boring short-term job. "

"...This may be boring, but it's very important." Nina's expression became subtle for a moment, she frowned, but soon relaxed, "I'm sorry, Sherlock, good night."

[①(brows tightened, mouth drooping→sad thing)②(important, recently happened)①＋②→Freeman]

"It's related to Freeman. He gave you a hint. It's related to work. That company will not be an unknown small company. It has a large scale and involves the medical field. London, DC, you should go to DC to apply for a job."

Sherlock gave the answer in just a few seconds, put the note in his pocket into his pocket, and started to walk a few steps in a small area.

"Obviously, Seton sneaked into London not just to kill Freeman, he had a second purpose, which was the main reason for his stay in London." Sherlock suddenly looked at Nina, looked Nina up and down, His eyes fell on Nina's bruised wrist.

[Not a breakdown, just a scrape, those people don't have boring sympathy. ]

Nina patted Chloe's head, let it fly back upstairs first, let out a long sigh of relief, and said: "For some unknown reason, they may be looking for me. In fact, after knowing that Professor Pole It was only when Sidon was involved...that I remembered that he had mentioned the DC company to me many times, and I even gave them a potion once before.

I think maybe it was because of that attempt that the present result was brought about. "

"what?"

"Potent analgesic without side effects"

"Pain reliever, why is it a pain reliever." Sherlock muttered and sat back on the sofa.

Nina looked at Sherlock who had turned on the Do Not Disturb mode, shrugged helplessly, and planned to go back upstairs. To be honest, she didn't expect that she would sell herself in front of Sherlock again.

She should have kept silent in front of Sherlock, said nothing at all.

However, before Nina left, Sherlock suddenly raised his head, "Nina, please take down today's Times, your owl will know where it is, it is always generous to put money on the desk.

To make up for my lost newspaper, I need a free assistant for a month, close the door, good night. "Sherlock twitched the corner of his mouth.

The author has something to say: the case is not original, adapted from Holt's seventh answer (this is very important, very important) ←_←

Small Theater (Continued from Barts Hospital in the previous chapter)

Nina put the coffee in front of Sherlock, "Mr. Holmes, the injury on your neck looks serious, maybe I can call Dr. Jasmine over for you." (Jasmine: I'm a forensic doctor!)

"Oh... no, it's fine." Sherlock straightened his collar with his hands.

[You don't have to cover up, I've seen it]

"Okay" Nina shrugged her shoulders and turned her head to look out of the window. At this time, it was completely dark. With the help of the indoor lights, Nina saw a huge monster flashing past the window.

"Oh my god!" Nina couldn't help shouting, and then immediately suppressed her voice, and looked at Sherlock apologetically, "Sorry, an owl just flew over..."

Sherlock: "Miss Roberts, I never remember you being so short-sighted!"

Before Sherlock finished speaking, the pterosaur leaning against the window suddenly smashed through the glass, leaned over and rushed in.