Sherlock Holmes' Neighborhood 221C

Sophie: "How did she get kidnapped? Again?"

Shocked, Sophie forgot to invite them into the house.Malloy looked at the situation, went into the room by himself with the camera on his shoulders, and put down the camera.His camera is too heavy, although it has excellent performance, it is resistant to sore shoulders.

Sherlock: "It looks like you don't know?"

Sophie became alert and suppressed her anger: "What do you mean?" She took out a flat and smooth cigarette case, took out a lady's cigarette and lit it, and the room was filled with smoke.

Malloy's olfactory system has become extra sensitive since..., the smoke disgusts his nose, and he hasn't smoked in years.

Whether Sherlock crossed out Sophie's name from the list temporarily has nothing to do with her, yet to be further confirmed.

Malloy sat awkwardly and raised his hand: "Well, didn't you tell me to say it?"

Sherlock suddenly woke up, and said to Sophie: "He said he has Wuzhen information, and I brought it here for you. What's your name?"

Sophie didn't know what the hell Sherlock was up to, pressed doubts, closed the store door, sat in a circle with the two of them, and lowered her voice to prevent others from hearing.

The atmosphere was not very relaxed, and Malloy swallowed.Slowly took out a recording pen from his pocket.

Sophie watched him press the recording button of the recorder and held it up to Sherlock.

"Please tell me the promise you made just now."

Sophie was instantly discouraged, snorted mockingly, and folded her arms to see Sherlock's reaction.

Sherlock dodged the recording pen with his hands, and repeated to the recording pen without any ups and downs: "I, Sherlock, will be interviewed by reporter Malloy after the deal is concluded."

Press the record button to end, throw it back into Malloy's arms; draw an arc in the air

Malloy happily caught it in a hurry, and after listening to it again, he was still a little dissatisfied: "It would be great if it could be more detailed." Seeing the eyes of the two people looking at him gradually became impatient.He straightened his back, coughed, took out a notebook from the black travel bag he had been carrying on his back, and put it on the table.

Open the notebook, click on the document, the photos are arranged, and the photos are taken very carefully. Looking at the clear lens, Malloy can't help but sigh in his heart that the current technology is good. It can take color photos without blurring. Stereoscopic imaging, even The vellus hair on the human face can be photographed clearly.

For example, the small hole on the face of the man in black can be seen!

The previous photography technology is simply incomparable!Can only take black and white photos!

Sherlock quickly searched in his mind, the location of the photo is the road leading to the airport, three cars are on the road, a taxi seems to be forced to stop, and Wu Zhen was "asked" out of the car.Handed over the mobile phone, was pointed at a gun, got in the car, and left.

Sherlock's fingers creaked, and suddenly he pointed to a photo on the screen and said, "Enlarge this."

Malloy just showed them the photo, and the photo flashed by with a click of the mouse, and he clicked back to enlarge the photo that Sherlock said.

In the photo, Wu Zhen's face was facing the camera, and the man in black stretched out his hand beside her.This is a photo before handing over the phone, and it should have happened when Wu Zhen asked for the phone.

Sherlock: "Her eyes are looking at the camera."

Sophie pressed the cigarette out in the ashtray and looked closer.

Sherlock then connected the remaining pictures together.Malloy used continuous shooting, and there was basically no difference between these pictures. He was going to delete them at the time, but he forgot about them later, and they didn't take up memory anyway.

Several photos were clicked one after the other, Wu Zhen's eyes were always fixed on the camera, only the mouth shape was different.

Sherlock can read lips.He tried to retrieve all the languages ​​spoken by the Wuzhen Society, but he couldn't match them completely.Sherlock woke up, she was not speaking English, not Chinese, but the simplest, universal, Arabic numerals.

Sherlock wrote a string of numbers on the paper.

Malloy exclaimed: "You can also read lips, amazing." Sophie pressed the paper with her fingertips and asked, "What does this mean? What does she mean by numbers?"

Sherlock: "She went to the airport before... the plane number."

Wu Zhen told him that Hadley had been kidnapped, and she had to go alone. He sent someone to protect him secretly, and he also rushed there. The airport security was ready at any time.But she later texted that the all-clear was a joke.After confirming that nothing happened, he withdrew everyone.

This string of aircraft numbers is the aircraft number of the person she met at that time.

She doesn't seem to be fleeing in a hurry. If she encounters danger, she has the ability to make a big mess, and then the whole airport will be dispatched.Gangsters will also be jealous.This means that the person who lied to her to go to the airport may be fine, but instead was arrested on the road alone.The person who asked her to go to the airport still cannot escape suspicion. It is said...a friend I know?

Malloy entered the serial number of the aircraft on the Internet, but couldn't find it.He was very discouraged. "The only clue is just broken."

Sherlock took out his BlackBerry and twirled it deftly between his fingers.Looking down at Malloy: "You don't think your broken computer is useful, do you?"

What Sherlock said made Malloy's face look bad. He thought that he had helped Sherlock so much, at least he would be more polite to him.But he didn't know that Sherlock was like this to everyone, except Wu Zhen.

Sophie didn't have the kindness to comfort him, and sat on the sidelines watching Malloy dare not speak out.His complexion is very fair, he looks about 30 years old in his early twenties, his facial features are correct, he looks like a handsome guy, his face will not turn red when he is angry, but a livid meridian appears on his face.

Sophie felt it was very strange. The fingertips painted with red nail polish directly touched the bulging meridian on his face, and the touch was cold and unattractive.

Malloy knocked her hand off impatiently—everyone here thought he was a bully!Even if he is older than all the people here combined.

Sophie let out a "yo" and didn't feel annoyed when she touched the hand that was beaten, because she didn't see him as an enemy in her heart.She touched her fingertips and felt a strange feeling. The moment she touched Malloy, she felt very bad. He seemed to have the breath of a cemetery.

Walking the world for so many years, wearing the skin of a fortune teller, and it is said that their lineage is a wizard who summons gods and spirits.

She is an outstanding woman in the new era, but she lives under the influence of the atmosphere of the old era. The two ideas collided fiercely, causing her not to belong to either side. Her thinking gradually formed its own line under the torture of these two ideas. Formed the unique thinking of a person named Sophie.

She sometimes surprises herself with such strange thoughts:

There are wizards, she believes.She can summon gods and spirits, but she doesn't believe it.

As for divination, I firmly believe in it.

Even though no matter how much modern technology breaks down traditional superstitions, the industry of fortune-telling is called cold-reading psychology by some people. She always believes that there are things in the world that science can't explain at all. The Tarot cards can really predict some things.

Relying on her intuition, she became interested in Malloy, and wished she could divination him on the spot to see what kind of fate he was going.

Sherlock looks to have gotten the results.

Malloy felt that Sophie's eyes staring at him became wrong, so he diverted his attention and asked Sherlock: "Did you find anything?"

Sherlock said: "The plane's most recent flight landed in Denmark."

Sophie: "Denmark, that's a good place. But it's already out of the UK. Do you want to go? Is there a flight to Denmark recently? I'll book it."

Sherlock: "I guess you can't order it."

Sophie: "Why?"

Sherlock spread his hands helplessly: "It may be because of the storm."

He didn't tell the truth, he made an excuse.

There is a real storm coming recently, Sophie and Malloy are convinced.

Sophie: "Then what should I do?" She became nervous: "Aren't you going to stop?"

Sherlock said calmly, "It's possible."

After a moment of entanglement, Sophie sneered and said, "Why, isn't Wu Zhen your girlfriend?"

Sherlock: "I don't have to die for her."

Sophie stood up abruptly and said, "You're lying to me."

Sherlock: "Why are you so nervous?"

Sophie: "I..."

Sherlock sneered and went straight out.Malloy stuffed his notebook into his backpack in a panic, picked up his camera and hurried after him.Behind her, Sophie slammed a sofa cushion against the closed glass door.

She gets out of control too easily.

Malloy followed closely behind Sherlock, feeling like he would be a follower of Sherlock to the death, although he didn't think so.

"So, you really don't plan to save her?"

Sherlock, looking at the sky surrounded by tall buildings.A gust of wind blew by, and even though it was in the middle of the city, the wind had already brought a bit of chill, and it was autumn.He really misses Wu Zhen very much, at this moment, on top of his original thoughts, another layer has been added.

Wu Zhen never acted like a fool and would only follow behind him and ask questions. In his opinion, although she may not be capable enough, she was always trying to catch up with him. He would like her to enter his world and share with her everything.

Sherlock remembered that time when he and Wu Zhen were walking on the street at night, the lights were bright, and all the shops they passed were closed due to the wind.Wu Zhen seemed to be silently happy, he didn't feel cold at that time.

He silently closed his collar and said in a low voice:

"Really cold."

Malloy rubbed his hands, and echoed, "Me too." He wasn't cold, he didn't feel cold, but since his idol said it was cold, he thought he should be cold too.

Sherlock glanced at him and walked away, very fast.

Malloy hurried to follow.In terms of walking speed, most people can't beat him.

The author has something to say: I searched for the serial number of the aircraft on the Internet, and I asked Du Niang, Oye.

Occasional mini-theatres:

Wu Zhen: "You come, or you don't come, I'm right here."

Sherlock, who knows nothing about literature: "Well, where else can you go?"

Wu Zhen: "...We liberal arts students have nothing to say to you science students."

Sherlock: "I remember you are from the Department of Psychology."

Wu Zhen: "So when I transferred from literature to science, the review pressure was like hell. I didn't even know what I had experienced."

Wu Pan (holding up the torch): "Author, can you let me out? If this continues, my sister will belong to someone else."

Mycroft (holding gas): "I'm very sorry, and, you know what I mean by apology."

Author: "Forgive me!"

Author: I have recently entered the state of convulsions, and the time is not fixed. Try to ensure the quality.