[Comprehensive] How to pretend to be a victim?

"Go, go home." Sherlock pulled Chen Shuyao directly and walked towards the door.

"Sherlock!" said in unison.

Mycroft stood up: "There is a group of Muslims who have mixed into the crowd. This is what I concealed. It's not that we don't care, but we can't. You should know that no matter how powerful the government is, it is impossible to be meticulous. We have more important things to do to carefully check everyone who enters and exits the country."

"Sherlock, let's go over..." The alarm bell sounded suddenly in her mind, and Chen Shuyao seemed to see a sea of ​​fire in front of her eyes. Then, her eyes were dull and her brows were frowned, "It's too late."

System prompt: The missright that has completed the mission disappears, and the level drops a book, gold coins, and several experience points.Congratulations on being promoted to level 15, the character's sixth sense is stimulated.Are you taking on new tasks?

Chen Shuyao clicked OK.

System prompt: Main task, Muslim funeral.

Sure enough...the plot and missions are related.Is the sixth sense being stimulated the same intuition as before?

Chen Shuyao unconsciously glanced at the phone on the desk, and the next second, the phone rang.She was taken aback, and then, seeing McCauf pick it up.

She stared into McCoff's eyes, and said softly word by word: "The mass shooting|shooting|shooting|case in Huilang Women's College caused a fire, the archives room was burned down, the teachers and students of the 2016 class of the School of Economics, all... Died. (Chinese)”

Mycroft hung up the phone with a solemn expression: "Something went wrong. Huilang Women's College..."

"I already know." Sherlock turned his head to look at Chen Shuyao, and the latter's eyes fell in mid-air without any expression, but tears fell silently.

"Are you okay?" He wiped the tears off her face with his thumb, frowning.

"I don't know why, but I just suddenly feel uncomfortable." Chen Shuyao looked sideways, "It seems that I know those people."

"You must be thinking too much." Sherlock took her shoulders and walked towards the door.

Mycroft's eyes were dark: "Sherlock..."

Sherlock paused, turned his head slightly: "I will go, but I have to send her back first."

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The fire was still spreading, and the sound of fire engines rang through half of London.Sherlock stood on the edge of the playground, looking at the file room billowing with smoke, and unburned pieces of paper were mixed with the dust from time to time.

Instead of raging fire, what appeared before his eyes was stagnant water with a strong fishy smell.He vaguely saw someone swimming towards him, but he couldn't see that person's appearance clearly anyway.

"We found Tom's body." Lestrade came running.

Sherlock looked at him when he heard the words: "In the archives?"

Lestrade was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Yes."

Sherlock jumped down the steps and walked towards the curb.As he approached, he leaned over and lifted the white cloth covering it. The corpse on the stretcher was already a human-shaped charcoal, but the head had no trace of burnt smoke at all.He turned his head to look at the marks on the corpse's neck.

It's a helmet.

"Are there any witnesses?"

"They are all dead. Some teachers from the outer school said that today is the last exam of the School of Economics, and the summer vacation will start tomorrow. But today is very abnormal. After the exam is over, the school suddenly called all the teachers and students of the 16th-level School of Economics to the big conference room and said There is a very important announcement to be made. You know the rest of it. Donovan is talking to the director of the hospital."

Sherlock stood up: "In what form?"

"broadcast."

"Don't talk about it, they don't know." Sherlock raised his eyes to look in the direction of the fire, and finally his eyes fell on a window that was already smoking.

If he guessed correctly, it was the broadcasting room.

Sherlock turned and walked towards the door of the building.

Walking through the cordon, the conference room is full of overlapping white pedestrian lines.Sherlock managed to miss all the lines, walked to the center of the conference room, and turned to look in the direction of the stage.For a moment, he seemed to see a man wearing a helmet coming out of the door behind the stage, raised a machine gun and fired, and the bullets passed by his side.The students around me fell down one by one.

If it's just shooting, there are many people fleeing in chaos, and there are always smart people hiding under dead bodies and pretending to be dead, then there are likely to be survivors.Unless they go to check one by one, how can they have so much time?

Sherlock looked at the traces on the ground again, and frowned slightly.

When the police take away the body, they will definitely move it.But some of the traces of blood, there are traces of struggle, which were left before.

He closed his eyes, and in his mind, almost all the white lines on the ground floated up and overlapped again.At a certain moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards the direction of the stage, his eyes were bright.

"Two people."

"What?" Just as Lestrade finished speaking, the phone rang, and he picked it up, "I see."

Hanging up the phone, Lestrade looked at Sherlock: "At that time, besides the 16th grade teachers and students, there was also a cleaning in the building. The cleaning said that one and a half hours ago, there were continuous gunshots on the radio of this building| The sound was very harsh and lasted for about 10 minutes. The start time coincided with the time when students were asked to go to the meeting."

"How did it take so long?" Sherlock frowned slightly.

"The cleaning said she thought it was a prank at first, so she didn't care. After realizing that there was a problem, she ran to the broadcasting room, and the door was locked from the inside. So I can only wait until the recording is over..."

Sherlock said indifferently: "Someone asked her to clean the meeting room today, and she was waiting for the meeting to end. As a result, a gunshot was heard from the roof outside the broadcasting room."

Lestrade frowned: "Sound?"

Suddenly there was a gunshot outside the window, Sherlock turned his head and glanced outside the door, and then quickly ran towards the stairs.

"Where are you going?" Lestrade followed to the stairs, looking down at the running man.

"The murderers were two men, one of whom killed Tom at the door!"

There is a bloodstain at the door that is obviously different from the others, it was shot|killed at close range.Tom is 178 centimeters, according to the traces of blood splatter, the height of the man...

Sherlock narrowed his eyes slightly.

Just happens to be very similar to a person.

When I ran to the place where the gunshots came from behind the building, I saw a middle-aged woman lying in a pool of blood.The sound of a motorcycle was heard not far away, and then a black motorcycle passed through the gap between the buildings.Sherlock turned and walked around to the front of the building, opened a police car, and the door was left open, and the police car smashed through the front and rear cars and drove over the shoulder of the road.

The police car and the motorcycle clenched all the way, quickly bypassed the main street, and drove towards the suburbs.Sherlock drove the police car on a rampage and accidentally got stuck in the mud in front of the woods. He hurriedly got out of the car and chased it.

We finally met in the most familiar place.

The motorcycle stopped at the intersection, and the man stared at the fish pond in front of him, and suddenly raised his pistol and pointed it at Sherlock.

Sherlock's eyes narrowed slightly: "You did a great job."

The man on the motorbike threw a helmet that was burned beyond recognition, and it rolled all the way to Sherlock's feet.

Xia Zuo put down his pistol and opened the glass cover: "If you want a person to disappear completely, you must erase all traces of her existence. Including, the group that knows her."

"It's summer vacation soon, you killed everyone in order to prevent her from meeting her classmates." Sherlock's eyes became darker and darker.

"It's impossible for me to kill everyone who knows her. You have to rely on yourself for the rest. K's people are everywhere." Xia Zuo glanced at him, his eyes were cold, "Don't forget that day, how did she I jumped to save you."

In an instant, all the pictures flooded into my mind.Sherlock's eyes widened suddenly, then narrowed slightly.

"You put the earphones in my pocket?"

"If she hadn't spared her life to save you, I wouldn't have sent you to the hospital. Mr. Holmes, I don't care whose brother you are. If you hurt her even a little bit, I'll let the whole of Baker Street pay for you." Xia Zuo put down Glass cover, start the motorcycle, turn half a circle, and drive away along the dirt road.

At that time, in the bedroom of No. 221 Baker Street.

After taking a shower, Chen Shuyao's hair was still damp and hanging by her side.She sat cross-legged on the bed, and took out the book that had been dropped from the checkpoint—"The Inescapable Economic Cycle" from her backpack.When I opened it, it was an unfamiliar book, and the contents and fonts in it seemed to be deeply hidden in my mind.Glancing at the label stuck to the cover of the book, she touched it with her index finger, her gaze swung from side to side.

Fragmentary pictures flashed in my mind, and I didn't know whose voice was in my ear.

"Sonny, let's go shopping."

"I'm not going, I still have clothes to wash. If you have any books to return, put them there, and I can return them together."

Sonny was as withdrawn as she was, and had few friends, so no one cared about Sonny's disappearance.But Sonny, no family?When she was kidnapped in Huilang last time, Sonny's favorite person appeared, what did he mean when he said that going home was different from going back to theirs?

Chen Shuyao silently hugged the book into her arms, frowning.

Suddenly hearing the door open, she hurriedly put the book back into her backpack, and just as the bedroom door opened a gap, she saw Sherlock walking towards her.Near, she silently opened the door.

"What's going on?"

Sherlock walked into the bedroom from her side, took off his suit jacket and hung it on the vertical hanger, turned his back to Chen Shuyao, and slowly unbuttoned his shirt: "You just stay here, don't go looking for your family, Don't even care who you are."

Chen Shuyao walked up to him, looked at his profile, and frowned: "Why?"

"This matter was done by K's subordinates, in order to destroy the traces of your existence, so that K can't find you, and keep you by my side. If K doesn't fall down for a day, the case will not be closed." Sherlock turned around. , meeting her eyes, he reached out and caressed her cheek, "If you go to find yourself, K will follow the clues to find you. Then everyone who died today was sacrificed in vain."

Chen Shuyao was dumbfounded when she heard the words.

Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Not only did she fail to save it, but she also killed so many people.

"From now on, I will be your family." Sherlock took her into his arms, gently pressed her head, and her profile was close to his arms, "I allow you to use my last name, Holmes."

Sherlock looked through the window and fell on the first quarter moon.Melancholy thoughts other than the never-before-seen case lingered in my mind.

He didn't want to participate because he felt that Tom deserved to die.It's just that he didn't expect that she, who couldn't remember everything, would be sad because of this.

However, since it is for her own good, so be it.

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