[Comprehensive British and American] The world is malicious

"Oh, honey, would you like some biscuits?" Mrs. Hudson poked her head out and said to Nina who just came back from outside.

"Thank you, I happen to be a little hungry." Nina smiled, and at the same time looked upstairs with some guilt.Not long ago, she had snatched an important piece of evidence from her venerable neighbor.

"Is Mr. Holmes back?" Nina walked into Mrs. Hudson's room. It wasn't too big, but it was very warmly furnished. At this moment, a sweet smell was coming out of the kitchen.

Mrs. Hudson brought out the freshly baked biscuits and said, "I just came back. Have you met Sherlock? It's great!"

Mrs. Hudson said happily, "If you don't mind, can you help carry these things up?"

Mrs. Hudson pointed to the black bag in front of the door, on which the name of Sherlock Holmes was written in black marker.

"It looks very strange. It was sent by a friend of Mr. Holmes?" Nina stared at the black bag, feeling inexplicably hairy.

Mrs. Hudson tilted her head and followed Nina's eyes. "It seems that the bag appeared here just after someone knocked on the door. Someone will always send Sherlock some inexplicable things."

"..."

Mrs. Hudson blinked and smiled kindly. "But, my dear, you can rest assured that they will not be in any danger."

After using some freshly baked biscuits, Nina took the black bag in front of the door and some biscuits to Mr. Holmes upstairs according to Mrs. Hudson's instructions.

Sherlock was sitting on the sofa with his palms clasped under his chin, as if he was thinking. When Nina knocked on the door and came in, Sherlock changed his posture.

"Bring the bag here, it's finally here!" Sherlock jumped off the sofa impatiently, and unzipped the zipper on the black bag, revealing a slender arm from the bag.

The arm was wrapped in a sealed bag, which made the smell of blood difficult to detect. Now that Sherlock took out his arm, Nina suddenly felt a strong and disgusting smell of blood rushing over.

She had to take two steps back, as if some kind of food was stuck in her throat, which made her extremely uncomfortable.But fortunately, her long experience of being in contact with strange creatures brought her back to normal quickly.

And her neighbor, apparently used to it, was examining the bloodied arm attentively.

[(There are calluses on the index finger and middle finger) → playing a stringed instrument → most likely a violin]

[(needle eye in arm) → drug use]

[(Blood is dark red) → died within about 24 hours]

[(shape of incision) → left-handed, injured thumb → same prisoner]

Sherlock: "Bring the phone here, it's on the table."

Nina was stunned for a few seconds, then turned her head and handed Sherlock the mobile phone on the corner of the table.

Sherlock: "Use it to look up something, missing persons, within hours."

Nina opened her mouth, wanting to remind the two of them that they only met each other, but even if she said it, it wouldn't have any effect.

Nina shrugged helplessly, and entered the key information according to the prompt given by Sherlock.

"There is no relevant information."

"The violin, the kidnapping, the drugs... are you losing?"

"um, yes"

Nina quickly pressed the button, her eyes fixed on the message displayed on the screen, "The chief violinist Isabel disappeared two days ago, and her whereabouts are still unknown."

Nina said and handed the phone to Sherlock, "She may be the person you are looking for."

Sherlock glanced at the screen, tucked the arm back into the bag, and picked up the coat he had thrown on the sofa.

"Are you coming?" Sherlock turned to look at Nina who was standing there.

"You are saddened by the passing of Poul Freeman. He taught you many things. This is an opportunity."

"I may not be able to help you."

"It doesn't matter, I like to go out with company, talking loudly helps thinking.

And Mrs. Hudson just took my skull away. "

"Well, no matter who it is, I will temporarily replace your skull." Nina pursed her lips. Undoubtedly, Sherlock's words were correct. She was eager to find the murderer who killed Professor Boer, and she was quite willing to accept it. This rare opportunity.

She has a lot of lion's nature, just like: when she first entered Hogwarts, the Sorting Hat was entangled between whether she belonged to Ravenclaw or Gryffindor.

Now, the adventurous nature in her is getting the upper hand.

"Freeman's ring." Sherlock said suddenly after getting into the taxi, his gaze clearly fell on Nina's pocket, "It's in your right pocket."

Nina subconsciously touched the ring in her pocket, hesitated, and took it out, "You didn't reason it out?"

Sherlock twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, and picked up Professor Ball's wedding ring, "Obviously, the red soil on your shoes, judging from the time difference between entering and leaving, the only place you can go is Lauruston Park.

There were golden fluff of animals on the sleeves, and just now, a golden squirrel took away Freeman's ring. "

"..." She should have thought that Avril Lavigne had mentioned this matter many times beforehand.

[nervous → hide some facts → try it out]

"You have observed it carefully, I need your thoughts." Sherlock handed the ring to Nina.

Nina was slightly surprised, and took the somewhat "heavy" diamond ring. It was a bit like answering questions in front of Professor Wilson in the first grade. He has always been very strict and has a poisonous tongue.

Nina weighed the ring again.

"Professor Pole left it on purpose. There is a pattern inside the ring, which looks like... the fourth magic circle of Mercury." Nina paused strangely, and glanced at Sherlock secretly, "... probably with It is related to mysticism, and Catherine has always liked to study these."

"Continue" Sherlock deliberately ignored Nina's gaze drifting over.

"this is all."

"Very well, do you have some change?"

"……Um?"

"You need to investigate Isabel and collect everything." As soon as she finished speaking, Sherlock opened the car door and walked out quickly.

Maybe the person who died was not Isabel, Nina cried out inwardly as she looked at Sherlock's retreating figure, even though Mr. Holmes had accurately guessed that she had hidden the ring in her right hand pocket just now.

But this is amazing!No one can predict things like a god!

"Miss, do you still want to go to Waterloo Bridge?" the driver asked, and through the rearview mirror, Nina could tell that the driver was nearly fifty years old, and even older.

"Yes." Nina couldn't help but turned her head and looked back. She seemed to feel that the car was going faster and faster. "Can you slow down a little bit, sir."

"Of course" the driver replied briskly, slowing down the car appropriately, "I thought you would be in a hurry, you look like local police, but I have never seen a young and beautiful policeman like you."

"Thank you. The police don't always have a single image, do they?" Nina smiled, leaned hard to the side of the car door, and put her left hand in her pocket.

She must not have gone out today, otherwise she would have bitten Mr. Holmes first, and got into the black car again.

"But I heard that Mr. Sherlock Holmes is a detective, not a policeman." The driver mercilessly exposed Nina's lie, with a mocking smile on his face.

"Mr. Holmes seems to be very famous." Nina continued to chat easily. The taxi had already left the London area, and the surrounding scene became more and more strange and desolate.

"He is famous among criminals, no one wants to see him...you don't seem to be panicked." The driver frowned, "You are just an ordinary student...why?"

"...Because I will be safe, sir." Nina leaned forward and put the gun on the back of the driver's neck, "Stop the car, now!...You should know what I'm holding .”

"..."

The driver looked stunned, but the cold touch on his neck would not deceive him, and he could even see the black pistol casing half exposed from the rearview mirror.

He thought it was just an ordinary student who was hijacked!

Immediately, he calmed down quickly, and his expression became the same as usual.

"Your threat has no effect on me, death is just a matter of time for me, but it is different for you, miss.

Think about it, as long as I guess the gas pedal, even if you shoot, you can't escape the bad luck of death.

How about we stand at both ends of the balance and choose a more appropriate method to determine winning or losing? "

Nina frowned secretly, and pushed the pistol forward even more fiercely, a layer of frost covered her delicate face, "This is just the balance of your imagination, of course, if you insist, I don't mind doing it right now." Shoot and no one will find out!"

Nina tried to make her voice sound cold, she learned early on that at some point you need to be tougher than those who seem tough.

Although she is not yet fully sure to stop the car.

The driver's expression began to twist. He looked suspiciously at the rearview mirror, hoping to see some clues, and suddenly raised his voice, "You can't do it! You can't stop the car."

Nina blinked, met the driver's eyes innocently, moved the pistol back, and shrugged easily.

"You can continue driving, but I can't guarantee that this is correct. Maybe you are more willing to bury your life here than go back to see your relatives."

Soon, Nina felt that the speed of the car was slowing down, and there was a faint tendency to stop.