Sherlock Holmes' Neighborhood 221C

"Give me a reason."

Lestrade considered himself a messenger and did not want to be caught between them.Call Wu Zhen to the scene of the murder, and stand aside with arms folded to watch the show. This kind of scene is rare in a hundred years, so Donovan consciously stayed.Before Wu Zhen arrived, Sherlock was knocking on his phone.

The two stood together and whispered to each other.

Lestrade: "Is there any wine?"

Donovan: "Yes, uh...the deceased."

Wu Zhen received the call and took a ride back from the airport. Along the way, he paid special attention to whether those ghostly people were still there.The first person holding a mobile phone appeared, Wu Zhenxin thumped inwardly, and looked back through the rear window of the car to confirm.The figure holding the phone has gradually disappeared.

The driver slammed on the brakes and Wu Zhen hit the back of the front seat.The car made an extremely harsh screeching sound.

The three vehicles driving in front of the driver suddenly merged into a line and stopped, causing the driver to slam on the brakes.Black smoke came out of the tires of the taxi Wu Zhen was riding in, which could be seen from the window.

After the driver stopped the car, he was furious immediately, slammed the door and went out to argue with the other party.Two tall men in suits got on and off from the three cars in front.

The driver was forced to sit back in the cab by one of them with a gun pointed at his head.

"Hey! Hey! Calm down, buddy."

The man with the gun curled his fingers, tapped on the car window twice, and looked down at the back seat of the car.

Wu Zhen rolled down the window.

The other party said in jerky Chinese, "Please, Miss Wu, let's go."

Let's go, look at the posture, if you don't go, you can't.

Wu Zhen got out of the car, and the other party said, "Mobile phone."

This is for her to hand over her mobile phone.

Wu Zhen was silent for a while, the other party raised the gun and pointed it at her temple.Wu Zhen squinted her eyes and raised her eyes to look at him, without any sign of panic, the dark muzzle of the gun was getting closer to her temple.

"Your master, did you give you an order not to hurt me?"

The other party was silent for a while, then said, "Not necessarily."

Wu Zhen chuckled and threw the phone to him: "You'd better keep it close to you."

The muzzle fell.

She got into the car in the middle, and the three vehicles drove back to the airport. It was still the same place. A plane was parked at the airport.

The owner here is too wary, obviously she has been very cooperative all the way, she is really a stubborn stubble.I don't know if Sherlock has withdrawn his spies, it's fine if he doesn't withdraw, he can know the news of her kidnapping first-hand.Wu Pan will go crazy.

The entire aircraft cabin is unobstructed, with warm yellow lights and wide leather sofas on both sides, magnificent, with a perfect fusion of metal texture and soft leather.

Wu Zhen sat down on one side of the sofa, the gunman's muzzle was always pointed at her.

A bouquet of flowers was placed on the plane table, the petals were as thin as paper, white, stained with dirt, a little wilted, blooming like paper flowers for offering sacrifices to the dead.

Wu Zhen knows the type of flower, it is her favorite flower, hibiscus, a large area was planted in the yard of her hometown when she was a child, and when it bloomed, clusters bloomed in clusters, as thin as the veil of a goddess, and the whole yard became tender powder A sea of ​​softness intertwined with bright red.

She never thought that the white hibiscus could bloom so depressingly.

The entire cabin of the aircraft is magnificent, but a bunch of flowers like this is deliberately inserted in the vase on the table, which is an abrupt failure.

A man walked into the cabin where she was, holding a wine glass with his finger, and the golden-brown liquid dangled in his hand.He leisurely sat down on the soft leather chair opposite Wu Zhen, his sitting posture was extremely comfortable.

"I clearly told Hadley to bring you with me. I must have spoiled her too much to let her be so presumptuous."

Wu Zhen kept silent.

"You may call me Eustace. You don't have to tell me your name. I already know it."

"Is this your real name?"

Eustace waved his hand, and the gunman who had been pointing the gun at Wu Zhen's forehead retracted his gun and backed away.

"Look, he scares you."

He didn't answer Wu Zhen's question.

"Look at the flowers I picked for you, how beautiful they are, but it's a pity they can't bloom for a long time, and they get dirty easily."

"Why did you kidnap me?"

"Look, no nonsense. Why not come and enjoy the comforts here. Life is too short to enjoy yourself."

"I don't like it here." Wu Zhen just wanted to get to the point.Kidnapping for no reason does not exist.

Eustace took a sip of his drink. "Then there's no need for this plane to exist."

"You kidnapped me, what do you want?"

"I heard that your aunt gave you something."

Wu Zhen couldn't think of such a thing for a while.

"It's okay, I don't really want it anyway, it should be you who wants to give it to me. But, let's not talk about it now, where do you want to go?"

The plane moved slowly on the runway, and the whole cabin was very stable, and the wine in Eustace's hand didn't have a big bump.

Wu Zhen sighed: "I know such words are very rude to a gentleman, but what's wrong with you?"

Eustace sullenly said nothing.

Wu Zhen could accept Sherlock's awkward temper, but he couldn't and would not bear Eustace.

"Where's your psychiatrist, he's clearly not doing his job."

"Sit under you."

Wu Zhen: "..."

"His skin is very soft, isn't he?" Eustace drank the liquid from his glass. "You don't want to provoke me. Let me tell you clearly, I want Sherlock, and you are just a tool for me to catch him, so be good."

Eustace said, "The journey is so boring, so let's talk about why Sherlock chose you?"

What a nasty question.

People often ask: why do you stay with Sherlock who is qualified, why is Sherlock so dangerous and hurts you, and you don't stay away from him.

why why why......

Yes, just because she loves danger doesn't mean she's willing to seek death.Have you ever seen someone go bungee jumping, have you seen someone bungee jumping without a safety rope?

For her, Sherlock was the invisible safety rope.

No matter how high or dangerous the cliff is, she is not afraid.

So quit?Exit Sherlock's world?

impossible.Three words clearly: Impossible.

To be together is to be together, even if we are separated in the future, we are still together now.Wu Zhen believed in fate, and if they had this fate, they should cherish it.At least until now, Wu Zhen has never thought of quitting after experiencing the boundary between life and death.

But the gap between them is too great, and Sherlock's world is indeed too dangerous.Her boyfriend got into a lot of trouble unknowingly.

"Why do you think he's going to save me?"

"Because I think so, and I've never been wrong."

Seeing Wu Zhen's slightly suspicious eyes, he added with a smile: "If I am wrong, I will kill the person who made me make a mistake."

"You can't kill Sherlock."

"I can kill it."

"No, I believe we're all dead, and he's not dead yet, because he's Sherlock."

Eustace laughed. His voice was thin and smooth, and his laughter was high-pitched, but it was surprisingly not unpleasant.It's just the irony implied in it, which always makes people get goosebumps inexplicably.

Wu Zhen: "Do you like Sherlock?"

Eustace grinned wildly. "Yes, I love him so much."

Wu Zhen was rarely worried.

Sherlock is really attracting bees and butterflies. Before Dylan confessed to death, Eustace was extremely kidnapped later.The rivals in love one after another, one after another, one dies and another comes again. Could it be that the whole world is her rivals in love! ?

Eustace clapped his hands, and the gunman pushed open the cabin door and came in, bowing and standing in a very respectful silence.Eustace pointed at Wu Zhen with his thin white fingers, but he didn't look at anyone with empty eyes.

"Look at her."

The gunman raised his gun again, aiming at Wu Zhen.

Is it interesting to play this set now?She is all in the sky thousands of meters high, where can a group of big men in black with guns on the plane escape?fly?

But this is really the loosest air traffic control she has ever seen, guns are brought casually, and dangerous people are free to come and go.

Money is omnipotent in a capitalist society.

Wu Zhen: "A useless deterrent."

Eustace twitched the corner of his mouth and gave a chuckle, "This is a game, my dear."

"What's the stake?"

"His life, and... your life."

"Interesting, go on."

"Three kinds of endings. One: He keeps holding the gun steadily, and everything is safe. Two: He misfires the gun, and you die. Three: He can't hold the gun steady, and he dies. I will throw the loser off the plane regardless of life or death. "

"I am more inclined to the fourth type. He is dissatisfied with you, shoots the gun and fires, and you die."

Eustace looked at Wu Zhen with an enigmatic and stiff smile on his face.

Wu Zhen: "But the fourth is the most unlikely, after all he doesn't have the guts."

Eustace: "Hahahaha, you're so funny. Maybe it was you who pissed him off?"

Wu Zhen: "He didn't dare to do anything before you gave me the order to kill me, but it's useful for you to keep me."

Eustace didn't answer, and for the rest of the journey, Eustace looked at Wu Zhen deliberately with a gloomy face, without opening a word, with a weird smile looming on the corner of his mouth.She has been psychologically oppressed.

He wanted her to guess what he would say next, or even issue a killing order, but what he wanted was that she was not sure and kept hanging on her mind.

Wu Zhen was just annoyed by his expression, and didn't think too much about his words.Eustace was unpredictable, and his words were not to be taken lightly, so that analysis was not bothered.

It's just hard to be stared at like this all the time.

If Sherlock was there, he would ignore him 100%, and even despise Eustace's behavior, which he himself called childish.

Sitting here is Wu Zhen, she can only ignore it on the surface.And when she closed her eyes, Eustace would deliberately throw things at her, sometimes oranges, sometimes knives.The heavy fruit knives hit the cabin wall with a clang, more than one—who knows where he took them out.

Eustace had no training, and his aim was not good, but if he hit her right on the side, it would be a disaster, and Wu Zhen had to be on guard.

Wu Zhen hated his intentionally irritating game behavior to death. There was nothing he could do. He looked at Eustace with his eyes the whole time, and Eustace smiled in satisfaction. She kept going all the way, peeled and ate the oranges in her hand, and stared at her while eating.

After getting off the plane, Eustace temporarily lost interest in her and stopped staring at her.

Wu Zhen was really relieved.

After getting off the plane, he was blindfolded all the way, wearing sunglasses and covering his head with a hat.Surrounded by a group of people, he was allowed to take off the blindfold when he got into the car. This is a luxury business car, and the windows are covered with black cloth, making it airtight.

There are two people in the car, she, and the gunman who has been pointing the gun at her. He sits opposite her, like a hill, the gun is put away, and there is a small window behind him, which can be opened to see the cab.

Wu Zhen: "It's you again."

The gunman nodded silently without answering.

"What's your name?"

Wu Zhen vaguely felt that this scene was a bit familiar. By the way, she had asked Miss Blackberry in such a closed space, but she didn't tell her her name.

The gunman shook his head.

Wu Zhen: "Oh, you can't talk, right?"

The vehicle will only stop at meal time, the small window will open, and the meal will come in, and the business class door will never be opened.

The lights in the car were kept on almost day and night.I don't know how long it has passed, Wu Zhen didn't feel sleepy, a little tired, but not very hungry.Confined spaces tend to evoke anxiety and fear in people's hearts. According to her biological clock, she judged that the time should not be too long, but it felt like several months had passed.

This sentence is so accurate.

Wu Zhen had no entertainment, just stared at the shooter like Eustace stared at her, and closed his eyes to rest.Wu Zhen felt extremely bored, and picked up the oranges, red apples, bananas, oranges, and peaches on the table and threw them at him. Her accuracy was much more accurate than Eustace's.

But the shooter always dodges, or blocks with his arm, or catches the fruit and puts it back on the table.

"You're not a sniper, right? A sniper won't move even if he's thrown or burned. Have you heard of Qiu Shaoyun? Shaoyun Qiu."

The gunman didn't speak, and threw an apple back at Wu Zhen, which hit Wu Zhen on the forehead.

Wu Zhen was thrown back by the impact, wiped a few drops of apple juice from his forehead, and threw a peach at him, he caught it and ate it.

Wu Zhen sighed out of boredom, and retreated into his seat.

The vehicle stopped again, and the instant the door was opened, fiery red sunlight poured into the car. The shooter took out his gun, pointed at Wu Zhen, and then pointed out the door.

Wu Zhen got out of the car, caught her with both hands, and helped her out.Wu Zhen smelled a scent of disinfectant water rushing towards her face, which completely offset the scent of flowers around her.

"Long time no see." Dylan smiled.

Wu Zhen was surprised, and said, "Your boss is Eustace."

Dylan: "If he changed his name again, I think so. I have never understood his eccentricity, and no one can do anything to him without changing his name."

Wu Zhen: "I also don't understand your cleanliness."

"I'm not obsessed with cleanliness, I just like to be clean." Dylan smiled and took out a disinfectant wipe from his suit pocket, wiped his hands very carefully, and then stuffed a disinfectant wipe into Wu Zhen.

Wu Zhen took it and didn't wipe his hands.

Dylan frowned, took Wu Zhen's hand seriously, and wiped it carefully with a disinfectant wipe, not letting go of every finger.

Dylan's hands were so strong that Wu Zhen couldn't break free, and said, "When did your cleanliness get worse?"

Dylan: "Let me think about it, since being whipped and sweaty in the interrogation room? Oh my God, I can't stand any smell of sweat and enclosed spaces at all now, it would make me sick."

"So, you admit that you are a clean freak?"

"Lovely wordplay."

"Can each of you's tone be less...um." Wu Zhen couldn't think of an adjective for the time being.

Like a little girl talking to a doll, she subconsciously thinks the doll is a cute toy.

"Really, after all..." Dylan stood in front of Wu Zhen, his fingers joined together, passing over Wu Zhen's head, the height just reached his chest. "After all, the gap between us is really too big."

Wu Zhen raised his head and glared at him angrily.

Wu Zhen is a little over 1.6 meters tall, and Wu Pan is about ten centimeters taller than her.Westerners are generally tall and big.Looking around, there are no idlers, everyone here is a master who has undergone rigorous training, muscular as strong as a hill, taller than her by more than a head.Dylan exercises regularly and is not bad, so he naturally despises her because of her height and weight.

It doesn't matter, anyway, she relies on IQ and the ability to calm down at any time.

Well, it's okay.

Dylan took Wu Zhen around along the cobblestone road.

"This is a private villa under Eustace's name. Of course, it was transferred to him by others."

Here, there are three steps, one post and five steps, one post. You can see a man in black standing guard when you turn a corner.

Wu Zhen: "Is the original owner of this place still alive?"

Dylan: "He died in a plane crash."

Wu Zhen: "Well, I guessed that he couldn't be alive."

Dylan laughed and said, "Speak the truth."

Wu Zhen: "What is this place?"

Dylan: "Denmark. There will be a musical at eight o'clock tonight. Tickets are ready. Want to go see it?"

Wu Zhen: "What the hell is Eustace up to?"

Dylan: "You're so smart, how could you not guess it? For Eustace, you are a bait for Sherlock, and there will be no danger for the time being, but if Sherlock doesn't come, then maybe He asked me to take you to have fun."

Wu Zhen stopped in front of a cluster of flowers and asked, "What drama?"

"Macbeth."

Wu Zhen plucked a flower, and her ring finger was pricked by a bee tail needle hidden under the flower. The ten fingers connected to the heart, which was not an ordinary pain.

"Shakespeare's famous play, one of the four major tragedies. Macbeth finally died because of his own madness and suspicion, which led to the betrayal of relatives...Is there any medicine?"

Dylan only brought disinfectant wipes.

"Disinfectant wipes, do you want?"

Disinfection is also good.Wu Zhen took the wet towel and rubbed it with it.The bees here are amazing, and I can't see what kind of bees they are. Her little finger is smaller than her little finger, and her ring finger is numb, painful and itchy after being stung.

"He is assured that I will watch the drama, and he is not afraid that I will take advantage of it and run away?"

"Your paranoia doesn't match his. How can you be sure you can escape?"

"Okay, don't say it."

It was almost eight o'clock, and the closet in the bedroom prepared for her was full of clothes, and Wu Zhen changed.Get in the car with Dylan and go to a play.

When I got into the car, I found that there was another person in the car.

Wu Zhen: "Yo, it's you again."

The gunman sat in the car and nodded silently.

The author has something to say: Finally...it's out. ┭┮﹏┭┮