[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

Su Fu suddenly turned around to face the door, the blue flame on the magic wand pulled out a beautiful faint blue flame trail in the darkness because of her movement.

But there was no movement after that sound.

"Shall we go out and see?" she suggested.

"Go out and have a look." Sherlock said without raising his head.

Su Fu directly picked him up and dragged him out. The two walked to the end of the corridor on the second floor. The white light of the flashlight and the blue light of the magic wand shone on the ground at the same time, where half a thick pink-white wall brick lay horizontally.

Su Fu turned the light of the magic wand to face the wall, and found that the wall bricks there were really mottled, several pieces were missing, and there were cracks in some places, even the mural frame could not support it.

"In disrepair?" she said.

"No one has lived here for seven or eight years, it's normal." Sherlock replied behind her.

"I thought what's wrong..." Su Fu muttered, turned around and walked into the master bedroom, Sherlock followed her, and after walking a few steps, he turned around and glanced at the fallen wall brick again, his eyes seemed to be confused. think.

They return again to the first death scene of the deceased.

Sherlock flicked the flashlight to look around, but there was almost no pattern. Su Fu felt that he might not find anything, so he stood at the door and held up his wand, and the light of the flame filled the entire bedroom.

"This place has been cleaned by the police." Sherlock said to her, his tone a bit regretful.

"Didn't the tour guide say that this house is still a private property?" Su Fu said, "This is good, the haunted house is getting more and more fierce, and no one dares to live in it."

"How much information about the deceased do you remember?"

"I didn't read the materials you copied this afternoon," Su Fu replied, "I'm not very interested."

"Then why did you come here——" Sherlock paused suddenly as he spoke, he shone the light of the flashlight on Su Fu's face, curled his lips and continued, "Obviously, there is something unusual here, so what do you find? ?"

"nothing now."

Sherlock stared at her regretfully and nodded, then turned around and continued to search for clues, while searching, he said: "The deceased is named Sonia Andra, a model, and lives in the Golden Rose apartment on the east side of downtown Los Angeles. Not long ago, she just broke up with her boyfriend, a reporter, and according to her friend's confession, Miss Andra dumped him because she intended to enter Hollywood and felt that the young reporter was not worthy of her status."

"Love killing?"

"However, the suspicion of the reporter has been ruled out, because there are witnesses to prove that during the time of the deceased's death, the reporter was drinking with friends in a bar, and the surveillance video in the bar can also prove this."

"It's not impossible to hire a murderer to kill someone." Su Fu said thoughtfully, "If the deceased hadn't died in a haunted house, I'm afraid this case would not have caused such a big social response. People's curiosity-seeking psychology is really scary. "

"There's nothing else to look for here."

"Then let's look elsewhere." Su Fu stepped aside to open the door, and Sherlock walked out.

She thought he would go downstairs, but he checked the other bedrooms on the second floor one by one - the doors of those bedrooms were all locked and covered with dust.

He walked all the way to the end of the corridor, in front of the floor tile that had just fallen.

The pink and white floor tiles are particularly conspicuous on the dark red carpet, and the white dust scattered around is even worse. Su Fu found that the owner of this house seems to like dark red very much. Not only the carpets in the master bedroom and corridors are of this color, but even the first floor. The frescoes and tapestries are also crimson, and at night they look like pools of sticky blood.

Very uncomfortable.

Su Fu wanted to light up all the wall lamps in the entire corridor, but Sherlock stopped her and said, "If you don't want to hear rumors that the haunted house is haunted again tomorrow, you'd better not do it."

He stayed in the corridor for about 10 minutes, finally stood up and said, "Let's go down and have a look."

The two of them returned to the first floor by the same route. In addition to the entrance hall, there is a huge living room, a dining room, a kitchen, and a corridor leading to the backyard. However, the door to the backyard is also locked now, so the entire corridor It's like a deep black hole.

Sherlock looked around and finally entered the kitchen.

I don't know if it's because of the first floor or the shade, but once you enter the kitchen, you feel a chilly feeling, as if someone scraped your back with a cold knife, and the hairs all over your body stand up involuntarily.

The blue flame of the magic wand is reflected on the stainless steel appliances in the kitchen, the stewing pot with the glass cover, the gleaming kitchen knife hanging on the wall, a little water stains on the pear wood chopping board, and there is a black black one on the stove connected to the natural gas pipeline. There was a thick baking pan, and on the long white table, the white porcelain bowls and plates were neatly arranged, but there was a layer of fuzzy cobwebs.

"Sometimes modern tools are not so easy to use..." A faint female voice suddenly came to mind in the darkness.

Su Fu turned around suddenly, and saw an elegant woman sitting on the chair at the end of the long table.

She was wearing a lady's dress with a strong sense of age, her blond hair was coiled into a very beautiful shape, and the pearl earrings on her earlobes were flawless, making her slender neck even whiter, and her face appeared in the dark night An organically pale, colorless, textureless skin, like a delicate dummy, or dead.

"My name is Nora," she smiled a little reservedly and proudly, "I am the owner of this house."

Su Fu got stuck for a long time, and said dryly: "Don't you live here often?"

"I love this house very much." Nora lowered her head, looked at the long white table lovingly, her slender fingers gently brushed the edge of the table and the white porcelain teacups on the table, "My husband and I live here , I was still in love with him at that time, I was a noble lady, and he was a young doctor with a successful career, in the eyes of others, we are such a perfect couple..."

"...sounds good."

"My parents didn't agree with our marriage very much, because they thought I should marry a noble young man, but I really loved Charles, so they had no choice but to agree to our marriage."

Su Fu didn't speak.

Nora continued to speak as if no one was there, still in that arrogant and arrogant tone: "Charles built this house for me, and we welcomed the birth of our child here..."

Su Fu took a deep breath, and said with a dry smile, "So you were born in the nineteenth century? Ms. Nora...or Mrs. Montgomery?"

"I was born in 23, and I was only [-] years old when I lived in this house with Charles..." Nora Montgomery looked up at her, with a distorted smile on her pale face, "But Later, he didn't want to make progress, and we couldn't live on any longer, and even the silver tableware had to be sold, and my jewelry was only a pair of pearl earrings, and our son was born not long ago..."

"So you encouraged him to have an illegal abortion?" Su Fu frowned.

"Those whores," Nora spat, then seemed to think it was a rude gesture, immediately straightened her back, and said viciously, "It's no different from that woman who died in the bedroom a few days ago, both A bunch of bloody sluts!"

"Sonia Andra was actually killed by you?"

"It has nothing to do with me," Nora carefully looked at her manicured nails under the blue light of the magic flame, "She ran around and was smashed to death by a brick..."

Su Fu tilted his wand to point at her, and the flame landed on the table. It was still burning, but it did not damage the tabletop at all: "Then why did she die in the bedroom?"

Nora showed a sly smile: "I said, it has nothing to do with me."

Su Fu squinted his eyes, the blue flame on the table was gradually rising, the white flame core was gradually turning into bright yellow, and the temperature of the whole kitchen suddenly rose.

Nora stared at the strange flame with a surprised expression on her face. Just as she was about to lean over to take a closer look, another deep and pleasant voice suddenly sounded behind her, with a strangely friendly tone: "Mrs. Montgomery still has a bullet hole in the back of her head, nearly 100 She hasn't been bandaged for years, how smart can you expect her to be?"

Nora was so frightened by the sudden voice that she almost fell on the table. She turned her head immediately and saw a young man in a black windbreaker standing quietly beside the counter. The outline looks especially sharp and fierce after crossing the night light and shadow, and the cheeks are pale and bloodless, the beautiful eyeballs are motionless, like glass balls embedded in it... the whole person is pitch black, reminiscent of cemeteries and coffins in the middle of the night, A vampire walking among them sneered.

"You... who are you?" Nora took a step back while supporting the table, and asked in a tight voice.

"I came with her," he lowered his head slightly, his eyes still motionless, "I also like this house very much..."

Nora turned her head to look at Su Fu, but there was no sign of Su Fu next to the natural gas stove, and the flame on the table turned green at some point, surging up in waves, like a will-o'-the-wisp in hell.

"I'm here."

Nora turned around suddenly and saw Su Fu standing beside the Liulitai. She changed into a long black robe at some point, and stood there erratically like a cloud of mist.

"You're a ghost, there's nothing to be afraid of..." Su Fu said in a more friendly tone than the "vampires" beside him.

Nora: "..."

After a while, she gritted her teeth and asked, "Who are you...or are you not human?"

The author has something to say: Sherlock: "Ghost... huh."

We applaud the crew of "American Horror 1" for their friendly participation, and thank Mrs. Nora.

To be honest, I think "American Horror" is not scary at all, but the questions reflected in it are very thought-provoking.

In my opinion, the horror should be the kind of thoughtful and terrifying... such as "The Night the Comet Came", "Another Dimension Killing Array", "Terror Cruise", I dare not think too much.