Sherlock Holmes' Neighborhood 221C

The man in black behind Moriarty raised his gun vigilantly and pointed it at Sherlock.Moriarty stopped them with a stern look and ordered them to put down their guns.Pull out the chair by yourself and sit down.

There is a long table with a head and a tail, and two people sit at one end.

Behind Sherlock stood Louie and Malloy.Behind Moriarty stood the man in black.

There was a sound of steel bars creaking in the walls. A small part of the manor had been blown up. A room next to the hall was ventilated on all sides, with broken walls and black smoke.This hall stands majestically in the ruins, which is a bit peerless and independent.

Moriarty said: "I was so moved that I was so moved that I didn't know what to say."

The corner of Sherlock's mouth twitched: "No, you should thank Wu Zhencai."

Moriarty suddenly realized, and quickly squeezed his eyes, as if complaining. "She still did tricks in secret, she is as cunning as a little mouse."

The two of them suddenly fell silent for a while.

Moriarty spoke first, smiled viciously, and clapped his hands: "Let's play a game."

The men in black left two.

Sherlock's slender hands shook in mid-air as if conjuring, and a remote control appeared in his palm. "I should be the one to say that. You know that the bang.bang remote is not the only one in Wu Zhen's hand, right?"

If the house is bombed again, it will collapse completely.They all had to be buried alive with him.Moriarty knew Sherlock must have a way of escape.

"Haha." Moriarty looked at Sherlock and laughed. "Hahahahaha——" Laughing until the back molars are exposed, the voice is high-pitched, the more you laugh to the back, the more like walking a tightrope, and then it stops abruptly.

"What the hell is going on, can everyone enter my manor! Kill the man who guards the manor! Go!" Moriarty slapped the table, shaking the hall.A man in black behind him nodded immediately, and ran to shoot his companion in a hurry.

Sherlock twirled the remote in his hand.

"Where is Wu Zhen?"

The gunman came in for a long time and didn't dare to speak. Now he whispered to Moriarty's ear.

"The basement." Moriarty said with a smile, "She's always been smart, and she doesn't know where she's gone. There's a dangerous floor full of coffins. Do you know what's in the coffins? Corpses, corpses of vampires."

Louis looked moved and moved his lips, but he still didn't speak.

"But." Moriarty frowned, pouted, and looked very regretful. "All of them had green faces and fangs, rolled their eyes, and curled their fingers. Last month... one of them was 'lived', and it was immediately taken to the sun, where it spontaneously ignited. Hmph~ That little girl is in an airtight environment. What about the basement..."

Sherlock knew that Moriarty could trust two points out of three points, and one point of it was deliberately made to make him anxious and confused.

He likes to watch such dramas, so he just doesn't show them to him.

The sound of high heels "boom" "boom" "boom", step on the ground to open a path, and you will know who is coming when you hear the sound.Sophie wore a toga with long sleeves and a silk scarf fluttering over her head. Her whole body looked like an Arab attire.She was on Moriarty's side, and naturally stood behind Moriarty.Moriarty was [-]% wary of her and wouldn't let her get close at all.Sophie stands behind the shooter.She didn't care, she was the only one in the audience who smiled the most sincerely.

"Why, none of them spoke."

She took off the turban, put it around the shooter's neck with lightning speed, and tightened the knot, which took three seconds.The gunman struggled fiercely, and she wrapped himself around him, but he couldn't get rid of her, and was strangled with veins bursting out, and shot back with his gun.

Sophie said loudly: "Don't move, I have explosives on me!" At the end, her tone changed.

The gunman didn't know whether it was true or not. He felt that something hard had been done to her, but he wasn't sure if it was.The man in black didn't dare to shoot again, and he couldn't get rid of her.A few words broke out from his throat: "Get lost..."

Sophie's arm was tied to his neck, the veins were protruding and the flesh was red and purple, and she could not feel the existence of the arm.Sweat profusely: "I don't want to strangle you, I just need to control you, right, Sherlock."

Moriarty lost a useful arm within minutes, and with a half smile, he called his name in a low voice: "Sherlock."

"Why is she willing to sacrifice her life for you?"

"With your life." Sherlock sat up straight. "Change Wuzhen's life. Where is she?"

......

Moriarty clapped his hands.Suddenly remembered that the gunman was restrained, but the others didn't know where the basement was.With a sullen face, he pointed to where Sherlock was sitting.

"Under the table, there is a dark board. There is a wrench inside, press it down."

Louie stopped Sherlock and said, "I'll do it."

Sherlock got up and let him come.

Louis pressed the wrench.There was an old mechanical sound of clicking under the table.There was a hole underneath.

Moriarty pursed his lips unwillingly: "Here, the passage." He said: "The deal is concluded, shall we meet again?" This meant to leave.Tell Sherlock to let him go.

Malloy struggled to move the table away, while Louis squatted at the basement door, looking inside.An old and decadent smell made him miss it very much, and those dark memories were revealed in his nostalgia.

Sherlock paused.Unfold a not-so-friendly smile.He held up the remote in his hand, his thumb resting on the button.The people across the long table had their hearts in their throats.

"I think you are too dangerous, it's better to disappear."

"Sherlock!" "Sherlock!"

The sharp female and male voices sounded at the same time, and there was an uproar across the long table.

Sherlock put away his smile, and put away his raised hand. "Hey, just kidding."

"A joke?" Sophie was so frightened that she almost strangled the gunman to death.There's something real about her!I'm betting my life on him!

She stared at Sherlock fiercely: I knew this guy had no good intentions!

Sherlock went down to the basement.Let Louis stay on the ground, he was worried that Malloy would respond on the ground, and let Malloy go down with him.

The lights on the phone were turned on, and a path opened up in the basement.

The walls are covered with moss, and the copper oil lamp is full of black oil.Malloy happened to bring a lighter, and took the trouble to light the oil lamps hanging on the wall one by one.

Sherlock turned to look at him, and he smiled: "It's fun, I like this kind of horror atmosphere the most."

A disdainful smile hung on the corner of Sherlock's mouth.

The light of the fire extended all the way down the stairs, and there was a tendency to not see the bottom.

......

The explosion hit the basement, and the coffin on the shelf fell, just hitting Wu Zhen, knocking her down to the ground, she groaned, her petite body couldn't even struggle.

After watching a good show for a while, Dylan showed great kindness and rescued her from under the coffin.He kept wiping his hands, disgusted with how dirty his hands were, and the disinfectant tissue on his body was almost gone.

"You lunatic, you still don't know what's going on on the ground."

Wu Zhen: "The quality of this basement is really good."

Dylan threw the used disinfectant tissue to the ground, pinched Wu Zhen's fair face with her big hands, she had no choice but to press her back against the shelf behind her.

"Aren't you crazy, aren't you courting death? Why don't you die?"

Wu Zhen bent his knees and pressed against the key parts of Dylan's lower body. He was defenseless, and fell to the ground with a cry of pain, tears streaming down the ground reflexively.

Wu Zhente asked maliciously: "Are you okay? Don't be disabled. It looks like this, and it's likely to happen."

Dylan bent up with his upper body supported by his arms, half kneeling, his forehead resting on the dusty ground.Painfully said: "You..."

Wu Zhen's kick is really ruthless, and she is someone who has practiced it. Although she is definitely not as good as her senior brothers and sisters, or her classmates at the same time, she is not behind by the word "fast, accurate and ruthless".

"Fist and feet have no eyes, don't blame you."

Wu Zhen walked around him, looking for a way out.

An old coffin that fell to the ground, pentagonal, white painted with gold trim, and painted with cross-stitch on the cover.Suddenly it opened.The coffin lid would not close and fell off.

Lying on the ground, Dylan saw the ferocious face in the coffin for the first time, the skeleton, the teeth are not normal people's teeth, and death is not easy to die. have to be separated from the body.

can it get up

The candle light flickered suddenly, shining on the face of the skull, as if it was moving.

Dylan broke out in a cold sweat.

"Wu Zhen. Look..."

Wu Zhen ignored him, staring fixedly at the staircase he had just discovered, his black eyeballs were fixed in the eye sockets, shining faintly.

......

There was nothing at the stairway, it was dark.

She walked up to Dylan, kicked him twice, and asked very rudely, "What's the matter?"

Dylan grabbed her ankles and dragged her to the ground.Then he said, "Look, is it alive?"

Wu Zhen didn't care, and didn't even look inside the coffin.Stand up and pick up the candle, go to the stairs, stand on tiptoe to take down the oil lamp, go to the coffin, pour the oil down, light the candle, and the flame suddenly rushed half a meter high.

In the firelight, she pursed her lips, her smooth face mixed with the indifference of the stone Buddha statue and the innocence of a child.

"Are you alive? Are you dead now?" She really didn't care about anything.

The light of the fire is bigger than the light of a candle, illuminating the whole basement.

She sneered, and murmured: "It's not like a basement, it's like a tomb. It's all buried with you!"

The coffin crackled and burned for a while, and gradually extinguished.Wu Zhen held his nose and stood at the top of the stairs. It was the only ventilated place, and all the smoke from the fire drifted there.Dylan stood up holding the shelf and moved over.

He looked up at Wu Zhen, and suddenly his eyes widened.

Wu Zhen was surprised by the change in his expression.Feeling that her shoulders were embraced by a pair of warm hands, she felt a shock from the bottom of her heart, spreading to her limbs and eye sockets.Only then did she feel that her shoulders seemed small and thin, and she seemed to have been alone for too long these days.

Sherlock completely embraced her in his arms, feeling a sense of loss and reappearance.

"true"

Wu Zhen covered her mouth, she didn't know why she did this, it seemed like if she didn't do this, she would cry a lot, and she would cry and collapse after holding on these days.

She sobbed.

Turning around and holding his face, the first feeling that came to my mind when we met again was not all joy.

She wanted to tell him what she had experienced these days.

She gave up on him once, and she wanted to die together, never to see him again.

Fortunately, she finally waited.