[Comprehensive British and American] The world is malicious

Sherlock stood in front of the laboratory wall, staring at the five names nailed to the wall, each of whom was extended with countless clues.

[(Name: Dick) (Status: Dead ②) (Good at Aikido) (Government employee)]

[(Name: Amber) (Removed Police Officer) (Current Job: Security Guard, Near Downing Street) (Financial: Severe Crisis) (Divorce) (Desire: Fame and Wealth → Reason)]

[(Name: Spencer) (Computer-savvy) (Getting into trouble?) (Desire: Safety → to this reason)]

[(Name: Kelly) (Status: Death ①) (Agent) (Assassination of important state officials) (Heavy smoking addiction) (Desire: Ease→to this reason)]

[(Name: Enzo) (Pride) (Shooting) (Fraud) (Desire: ??)]

"The connection, where is the connection?" Sherlock glanced over the five names, and suddenly he heard clear footsteps.

"How's the situation?" Sherlock didn't turn his head. From the sound of footsteps, he could accurately identify the figure of the person coming. There were only a few people here.

"Kelly's body is gone." Nina said as she closed the door of the laboratory casually. When she rushed to the freezer, there was nothing inside.

Perhaps when Sherlock asked her to go back to "see the body", he just wanted to make sure that Kelly's body was still there.

"Great." Sherlock couldn't hold back his excitement, "Kelly disappeared, and Dick disappeared without a trace."

Nina raised her head to look at the five names on the wall, her eyes shifted, and she landed on the label with "Benser", "Are you looking for the connection between them?"

"Yep, it's obvious."

"Hmm... I seem to have seen Spencer before, when Mrs. Hudson was watching TV a few days ago." Nina thought for a while and said, she didn't pay much attention to this, just like Sherlock North, Amber, Spencer and Enzo are all fake names in all likelihood,

"Continue" Sherlock looked at "Bencer" and called out some relevant information in a timely manner.

"He used a fake name...Carol Farrell, probably that name." Nina tried hard to recall the episode of watching TV with Mrs. Hudson that day.

"He was a hacker who was prosecuted for hacking into ITV. He made a lot of jokes on ITV, but he didn't do any real damage. However, he boasted that he could even break into national security systems."

Sherlock was silent for a moment, then suddenly opened the corner of his mouth, looked at the wall again, stepped forward quickly, and took off Spencer's label.

"National security, yes, I'm stupid, I should have thought of that. ... They won't just have one plan, security guards around Downing Street, hackers who can break into national security systems, agents posing as hostesses, government employees , a wonderful combination.

So what do they do? "Sherlock sat on the chair in front of the table, clasped his hands under his chin, and he had to think about how they would behave.

They tried their best to send these people here, and four positions were vacated. They added their own people, and then quietly let these people disappear.

[(Recent major holidays) (Important events→Downing Street→Prime Minister) (Terrorist attack)]

"There is a folded piece of paper on the table, please bring it to me."

Nina glanced at the table next to Sherlock, and handed the origami on the table to Sherlock, "I want to go back, it's getting late."

Nina looked up at the wall clock on the wall. It was almost morning, but it seemed that Sherlock was still in good spirits, as if he had been injected with a stimulant.

"You can stay." Sherlock unfolded the origami, which contained a series of chemicals, "I need your help, take a look at this list, Nina."

Nina hurriedly glanced at the content on the origami in doubt, and her tired mind immediately woke up.

"That's not true" Nina muttered softly, just in case, she looked at it from the beginning again seriously, as if to see through every chemical.

"...It's anthrax." Nina said hoarsely. She couldn't believe what she saw. You must know that after 2g of pure spores spread, it can kill almost 2500 million people.

"Yes, anthrax, they are simply crazy." Sherlock stood up abruptly, pacing up and down in a small area, looking extremely excited, "What are they trying to do, turn London into a purgatory on earth?"

"We need to leave here, immediately, immediately!" Nina raised her voice suddenly, she could no longer imagine what would happen if she continued to stay on this lonely island, and what accidents would happen to her relatives and friends.

"Bernardo and Andos are on this island. They won't trap themselves here. There must be ships or other tools." Nina felt like an ant on a hot pot right now.

She had never regretted it so much. If she hadn't left with Bernardo when she was in Cote Park, everything would have been different, at least the wand was still in her hand.

By the way, wand.

Nina calmed down instantly, and looked at Sherlock, "You found the phone in Cote Park, and there should be a wooden stick. I know it's strange to ask, but I want to know the answer, Sherlock, is it with you?"

Nina felt as if there was a lively rabbit in her arms, and she could even hear her own heartbeat clearly. Merlin, even if she was asked to confess her love to Professor Wilson, it would be nothing more than that.

"Mrs. Hudson will be happy to look it up for you. Now, be quiet. I need to think."

"...ok" Nina scratched her hair in disappointment like a discouraged ball. She shouldn't have had hope, after all, this is an extremely unlikely event.

"Please figure out a way, please." Nina leaned against the wall, her dark green eyes staring blankly at the floor. She still remembered the report that a congressman in the United States received a letter containing anthrax virus not long ago.

While Nina was thinking wildly, the door was slammed open, and Spencer rushed in with a pale face, "Hey, I know you're here!" There is a pair of eyes that are frighteningly bright.

"Sherlock Holmes, I know you. Even though I never believed in those damned detectives, but, believe me, I am extremely grateful that you are here, Mr. Holmes." Spencer was a little incoherent, and he even looked back from time to time. Look to make sure no one is coming in through the closed door.

"They must be crazy to bring us to this terrible island. Amber is dead! After Kelly, Amber is dead!" His lips trembled slightly, and the muscles in his cheeks twitched slightly.

Hell, he's only here to get out of a lawsuit and have a thrill, not to die.

"To shut up"

"What?" Spencer quickly stopped the words slipping from his mouth, and looked at Sherlock with wide eyes in disbelief, "...two people have already died, why can you sit here so peacefully? That is a living person, Sir, not an insect that can be easily crushed."

"Three," Sherlock corrected, "there are countless dying people in the hospital, you can complain and cry as much as you want, Nina, send him out."

Then Spencer seemed to see Nina, and opened his mouth in surprise, "Miss Roberts, have you been here all this time?"

"You'd better keep quiet." Nina looked up at him. "If you don't want to go out alone, Spencer."

"God, are you crazy too?" Spencer stared at Nina dumbfounded, trying to find a trace of panic from Nina's pale complexion, but unfortunately he didn't see any useful expressions except for a slight restlessness .

"...ok, I'll keep silent." Spencer said helplessly. If he could, he could talk non-stop for half an hour, expressing all the dissatisfaction and panic accumulated in his heart.

"To shut up!"

"I have kept quiet, Mr. Holmes," Spencer muttered disapprovingly.

"You're thinking, it's disturbing me." Sherlock Holder stood up, straightened the collar of his windbreaker, opened the door of the laboratory, turned his head to look at Nina who was standing against the wall, "Do you want to take a look?" ?”

"Wait a minute, where are you going?" Spencer's slightly relaxed heart was brought up again, his eyes were glued to the doorknob, and he no longer wanted to leave the laboratory.

Even if someone takes away his beloved game account now, he never wants to take a step forward.

"Look at the corpse," Nina continued. "You can stay here and lock the door. You will be safe."

"Wait a minute, I'll go with you," Spencer immediately ran to the door, and looked at the laboratory reluctantly. He really didn't want to go out, "Miss Roberts, if you have played zombie games, you will know that being alone Those who remain usually end badly."