Sherlock Holmes' Neighborhood 221C

Police station.

Dylan was strapped into a closed interrogation room and drenched.The structure of this interrogation room is surrounded by glass, and the outside can observe the inside in all directions, but it is absolutely impossible to see the outside from the inside.

Dylan's hands were tied to the handles of the chair and his feet were locked to the legs of the stool.It was tied very firmly.

He starts by coming in and being interrogated in turns.Nothing was said about the case.Just repeating a request:

Ask Sherlock Holmes to come.

He only talks to him about all the problems.

After discussing for half a day, the police headed by Lestrade decided to ask Sherlock to come.Tell Dylan about this.

Dylan felt relieved immediately, and threw his head back loosely. "Good job, buddy. Let him come and I'll say everything."

Dylan looked tired and mad, and the policeman cursed under his breath, walked out, and locked the interrogation room again.

Dylan was the only one left in the interrogation room.He could guess that the people outside were staring at him fiercely like watching a closed poisonous snake in a zoo.But these are not important.

The important thing is, if Sherlock knew that he didn't run away, what kind of expression would he have?

Dylan Wells

Occupation, surgeon.

In fact, from a personal point of view, he doesn't like this profession. It is only because his parents are surgeons and his grandfather is the director of a famous surgical hospital that he is forced to choose this family profession.

It is very natural and very unwilling to embark on this path. When he first entered college, he was gloomy and taciturn. He didn't want to be arranged for his life like this, but he didn't know what he really wanted, and he couldn't communicate with his parents. Arguing hard, as long as there is a goal, he will be fine, but there is no.

If things go on like this, what he occasionally says is a little hostile. No matter how good-looking he is, no one is willing to approach him under such circumstances.He thinks that the only thing he can be happy about in his college career is that he doesn't want to contact those people who are mediocre than bugs.Insects also have their own distinct goals. His classmates will only do some mediocre things, huddled together, and divided into annoying small groups to better satirize other groups.

Until starting anatomy class, which he loved.

When other students first came into contact with this course, they always felt very uncomfortable.And he was completely excited, the excitement of seeing his limbs being cut seemed to awaken another him.

He excelled in the subject, and received much praise from his tutor, some of which was exaggerated, for his family was so well-off.

From then on, I sometimes dreamed that he dissected the flesh, not the dead limbs, but the fresh and struggling flesh.When he woke up he had to forget about it all.He knew something was wrong, so he couldn't show it.

He has been suppressed, and sometimes when he wakes up, he will not know who he is.

The more praise you receive from your tutors and classmates, and the more you receive medals of recognition from society, the more intense this depression and emptiness will be.

Oh, yes, thanks to his high exposure.From the moment that person finds him, he no longer needs to be depressed, he can be another self in another world.Gradually, he became dissatisfied with just using a scalpel.The IQ of the people in that group is beyond ordinary people, and he wants to win in IQ.

Designed to frame murder.He did well in the first class, but was not appreciated by the man.

Not good enough yet to satisfy him.He had to challenge his idol.

Sherlock Holmes.

Clearly he failed.

......

There was only one chair in the interrogation room, and Dylan was tied to it.He tilted his head exhaustedly, his eyes didn't know where to look, and the corner of his mouth was smiling.

"What a lunatic." A police officer opened the door and came in, scolding him loudly. The thick brown beard on his face occupied half of his face with the vigorous vitality like weeds.

Dylan managed to raise his head, squinting at the swearing police officer through his swollen eyes.

——It's really interesting, this bearded police officer picked an inappropriate time to come in and scold him, and he scolded in a bluff, his voice was trembling, and his forehead was full of sweat.

Holding baton in left hand.The right hand... seems to hold something inside.

Dylan tried to recall that when the bearded police officer used his baton to extract a confession just now, he didn't seem to be left-handed.

Dylan was caught off guard and hit with a baton again, and couldn't help scolding his mother in his heart.

He has experienced some criminal activities, but it is basically mental work plus a scalpel, and he is not resistant to beatings, let alone being beaten.

Another baton hit his body, hitting the same bruised place before, Dylan grunted and grinned.

The bearded officer seemed to be waiting for him to speak.Pressing his mouth with his right hand, he waved his baton and cursed loudly, "What are you shouting for!"

Listen, the voice trembled even more.

Thinking of this, Dylan realized that there was something hidden in his right hand.The bearded police officer approached him, muttering softly and quickly: "Swallow it!"

Dylan had been beaten a few times, and his reaction was not as good as before, and his tongue was involuntarily rolled into his mouth.

After swallowing it, there was a shock, trying to vomit.

What if it is □□!He is dead!

The bearded police officer kept his hand over Dylan's mouth, preventing him from breathing.After about a minute, he trembled and let go.

For Dylan, this 1 minute was about a century long, and the pill was swallowed anyway.

Dylan hung his head, his broken blond hair was drenched in sweat, his body was stretched on the chair, panting heavily.

It's like the rest of your life after a catastrophe but you have to face the problem of life and death immediately.

What kind of medicine is this!

Just as Dylan was about to roar, the bearded police officer covered his mouth again with lightning speed.Trembling and grunting, he said, "Mo..."

The police officer outside the door came over. Seeing that the atmosphere in the interrogation room was different from usual, he opened the door to ask about the situation.

The bearded police officer's legs were shaking. "nothing!"

Fortunately, Dylan only listened to one syllable, and then calmed down thoughtfully.

The bearded police officer almost felt like he was alive again. His fat body was supporting the blue police uniform, and the sweat soaked all the material of his underwear, and the light blue changed to dark blue.

The police officer who pushed the door closed and left.To be on the safe side, the bearded man followed suit.Before leaving, he finally murmured in Dylan's ear: "That medicine, pretend to be crazy."

Dylan hung his head and said nothing, unable to see the cloudiness on his face.

The bearded police officer hurried away.

Dylan was alone in the room again. He raised his head and looked around, feeling that behind the transparent glass, there were prying eyes staring greedily at him everywhere.

As long as he speaks out, admit that he is a serial murderer.They can get promoted and get rich, show off their might, these greedy desires, these eyes.

As long as he speaks up.

He will say it.

What to say... let him think about it.

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