[Comprehensive British and American] The world is malicious

The burly man carefully glanced at Sherlock who was talking, his eyes fell on the newspaper on the counter, and he frowned. He recognized this man, a detective who had appeared in newspapers frequently recently.

What is he doing here?The man began to slowly recall what had happened in the past few days. The hand hanging on the right side of his body trembled faintly, and a special sense of excitement surged in his heart. His lowered eyes raised again, and the long and narrow eyes shone with light. Cling to Nina.

He is sizing up and observing, like a specially trained hunting dog, he can see all the details that touch his nerves.

"It's full, you can find another place." The man's voice was hard/hard, he rolled up the newspaper on the counter and threw it aside, showing a look of rushing people.

"...But there are no other hotels nearby, sir." Nina showed a slightly surprised expression, and looked at Sherlock from the corner of her eye. possible thing.

"Okay, I told you that we need to go as soon as possible." Sherlock completely ignored Nina's gaze, and complained in a low voice, "Now, maybe we have to barely spend the night in the cramped car!"

Nina was stunned for a few seconds. To be honest, she couldn't help but smile because of Sherlock's complaint, but she couldn't help showing annoyed expression on her face, "Do you think it's my fault? If it wasn't your fault Those experiments."

As she said that, Nina glanced at the man standing behind the counter from the corner of her eye, shrugged, "...do you want to quarrel with me in front of outsiders?"

See, all it takes is a little outside factor to spark endless squabbling, even for the most famous detective of late.

The man looked at Sherlock and Nina with great interest, as if he was filling a pile of firewood with new firewood.

"There is another house in the back, but the cost is a little higher. It is much better than living in the car." The man glanced at the two people who suddenly stopped arguing, took out the key from the drawer and put it on the table, " Your keys."

"Do you have an opinion on my experiment?" Sherlock asked suddenly while walking on the road.

"Just a random example." Nina blinked and said, she just suddenly thought of the magical refrigerator in Sherlock's room, and there would always be some strange things in it, such as severed fingers and heads... Fortunately, Mr. Watson's nerve tough enough.

If it were someone else, sooner or later Sherlock would be tormented mad.

"Don't take it to heart, it's like we can't really spend the night in the car." Nina looked around and lowered her voice.

After walking a few steps, Nina saw that the room the man mentioned was a separate wooden house, and the interior layout was the same as that of an ordinary hotel.

The only strange thing is an iron chair facing the bed.

Sherlock strode into the house and carefully checked the surroundings. Of course, in Nina's view, he was just looking around, like a child curious about a new house.

Nina casually walked to the edge of the bed and sat down. It could be seen that the bedding had been deliberately changed. "What should we do?" Nina asked curiously, staring at the iron chair in front of her.

"Wait here, we are the target, of course we should wait obediently." Sherlock stopped, walked to the storage room at the back suddenly, pushed the closed window with his hand, "good, closed fear, happy Couples who go on vacation, because it's getting late, have to find a hotel nearby, they go in here, and after one night, they find out that someone has played a big joke on them."

Sherlock walked back from the storage room with great interest, squatted down in front of the strange shuttered window behind the iron chair, and touched the smooth, spotless window frame with his hands.

After a while, she stood up and looked at Nina. It seemed that because of the heating in the room, the other party tore off the thick scarf, revealing her slender and scarred neck.

Nina looked at Sherlock who suddenly stopped, and felt where Sherlock's eyes stopped, her face became hot, and she couldn't help but put her hands on her neck, "Is there something dirty on it?" Nina asked with a blink of an eye, her earlobe Suddenly it was terribly hot.

She didn't quite understand why Sherlock had advised her to make a scar on her neck, given that not so long ago it was all covered up by a thick scarf and was useless.

Sherlock frowned, he didn't know what he remembered, obviously, what he remembered would not be the case, his brain would not be so slow when it touched the case, like an old processor.

Twitching the corner of his mouth, Sherlock gave a short negative answer. The setting of the room was in line with expectations, the traces of rubbing the thick rope at the head of the bed, the blood drops hidden in the corner of the storage room, and the iron chair fixed on the ground, so that the man could be identified. It is the murderer.

There is no need to stay here any longer. As soon as such thoughts arise, they are immediately suppressed.

His gaze involuntarily fell on Nina's increasingly uncomfortable face. It is undeniable that due to long-term insomnia, her fair and delicate cheeks appeared sickly pale, and her dark and beautiful eyes reflected tiredness, but the owner of the eyes was a little tired I don't care.

His Adam's apple twitched slightly, he deliberately looked away, and frowned, "In your current state, I suggest you see a psychiatrist, Nina, although most of them are worthless, their words It's full of loopholes and cannot be trusted."

Nina's breathing suddenly stopped, as if she had been electrocuted, and the memories in her mind inevitably poured out, like a flood that opened a valve, washing away the residual heat on her face.

"I will." Nina stood up embarrassingly, and walked to the bathroom, "I'll wash off those marks."

"I need you, Nina." Sherlock's voice paused strangely.

"Help" Nina added and corrected, adjusted her mood, turned her head and winked at Sherlock, barely showing a smile, "I need your help, not I need you, big detective, I think your English is not Indian taught."

She still clearly remembered that when Sherlock said this before, he just wanted her to text Lestrade.

Nina was about to go into the bathroom when she saw Sherlock move towards the door, as if thinking of something, and was about to leave, "You want to go out?" Nina asked in surprise.

"I should have thought that there were differences between them, not just tooth marks, but other obvious differences that we overlooked, like British English and Indian English, similar yet vastly different, before The guess is undoubtedly correct, Nina, the murderer is not alone." Sherlock said quickly, and the moment his hand touched the doorknob, he folded back.

"Maybe you need a thug?" Nina tilted her head and asked teasingly. In some respects, Nina felt that she still understood Sherlock's character, although as a detective who needed to go out and do errands by himself, he preferred brain power. Labor, even when doing it, will deliberately choose the simplest and easiest method, except when there is no other choice.

After meeting the little employee of the British government a few times, Nina believed in her idea even more firmly.

"No, I need two sleeping pills. I know you have them with you, Nina. It's in the right pocket of your coat." Sherlock said suddenly, pursing his lips, pointed to his coat pocket, and stretched out his hand casually in front of Nina. .

"Hmm..." Although she was pointed out, Nina didn't really want to admit that she had the problem of insomnia. Her eyes fell on Sherlock's outstretched palm and she blinked. Nina still reached into her pocket and took out a white The bottle, hand it over to the other party.

Under Nina's surprised gaze, Sherlock unscrewed the bottle cap, poured out two pills, picked up the water glass on the table, and swallowed the pills with the water.

"Hopefully it will be useful."

"Aren't you going to find the murderer?" She was completely bewildered by Sherlock's actions, and there was no way to follow. Before the surprise in Nina's eyes dissipated, Sherlock yawned and walked towards the bed.

"Night is the time to sleep. If you miss tonight, they won't slip away, Nina. It's no use sitting there. They won't do it in the middle of the night, but in the early morning or in the morning, when they see their prey and wake up." He looked panic-stricken." After Sherlock finished speaking, he fell on the bed and fell asleep.

She never knew sleeping pills would work so well.

A kind of dumbfounding mood entrenched in her heart, making Nina didn't know what expression to show. She was still anxious about the two of them being in the same room before, but now, Sherlock swallowed the two sleeping pills she brought with her and fell down. sleep.

Glancing at half of the bed and the wall clock hanging above the bed pointing to eleven, Nina shrugged helplessly. After listening to Sherlock's words, she chose the latter between sitting dry and lying on the bed. Nina picked up the Pour three pills from the medicine bottle on the table. If she didn't rely on sleeping pills, she might stare at the ceiling until dawn.

She didn't feel the expected drowsiness, and she was terribly lucid. Nina didn't fall asleep until two o'clock in the morning.

In the early morning of the next day, she was awakened by a strange sound, like the sound of iron sheets hitting the floor, and she regained consciousness in an instant, but it was difficult to open her eyes. Nina looked at the ceiling, blinked, and the chandelier on the ceiling shot out bright light.

Nina rubbed her dizzy head with her hands, sat up, and followed the creaking sound to look over. The black windbreaker covering her body slid off her body. After being stunned for half a second, Nina picked up the slipped clothes.

She didn't react to it, or she did, but she was just fascinated by the clothes.

However, this dazed state did not last long. Nina was awakened by the sound of rubbing, and looked at the iron chair covered by the quilt again. Judging from the raised shape, it seemed that there were two people sitting inside, one on the chair, one on the ground.