Sherlock Holmes' Neighborhood 221C

"Ten years ago, I met him for the first time. He jumped from the top floor in front of me."

Sherlock's first impression of Louis was that he was an obvious murderer, and his second impression, that is, after he jumped from the top floor, was that he was a crazy and interesting person.

When I first met Louis, he was wearing a black suit, his shoulder-length brown hair was combed meticulously with pomade, tied behind his head, and he behaved elegantly.He had a very faint smell of blood on his body, and his fair skin lacked blood, obviously he hadn't been exposed to the sun all year round.The soles of his leather shoes were stained with mud from where the reporter had been unconscious. There are no more than three places in London with such mud.He called up the surveillance cameras in those places. Louis had contacted the informant and went to the hidden place of the park together.

"That case was classified as a wild animal attack." Speaking of this, Sherlock habitually crossed his hands, and his smoky eyes gleamed with pride.

Wu Zhen grasped the key point at once.

"Does the victim not remember who did it?"

"What's interesting is that he didn't remember it at all. According to his account, he was in a coma. After waking up, he found himself in the hospital with bloody flesh on his neck and a slender hole that could only be bitten out by two snake teeth."

"Hypnosis."

"I think so too."

"Vampires all have special abilities." Wu Zhen took the orange he brought, lightly peeled off the orange peel with his fingernails, and shrugged.

"Where is your dignity as a psychology student?"

Wu Zhen put an orange petal into her full lips.

"How do you explain those two blood holes. Intentional harm? This is not true. The blood hole in the neck can only kill a person if it is pierced into the main artery, but the reporter can still report the crime alive."

"This is where the doubts lie. There is a motive in every case. Louie only took a small amount of his blood. It was not fatal. I tracked him down to the roof of the hotel where he was staying. It was a mistake. He jumped off and disappeared without a trace." ...and then I met Louie again, and he explained to me that he was a vampire." Sherlock chewed the word over and over again: "What is a vampire. They are bloodthirsty and afraid of the dark. There is a disease that is the same as his, hemophagocytosis."

"However, Louie looks very healthy."

"This is a question. I solved Louis' case many years ago, but I was too young at that time. No one believed me. No one believed that someone jumped from an eight-story hotel intact. He should have turned into a corpse. I have been looking for Louis for so many years, hoping to experiment with him..."

"You mean anatomy?"

"Yes." Sherlock stood up and sat down a little excitedly.Bring up the folder in the computer, which is the data of Louis' hair he took. "I didn't see an opportunity to capture him."

Orange petals are frozen into smoothies and fine ice edges, which are refreshing, sweet and sour.While peeling the oranges, Wu Zhen thought of Malloy.He is also a suspected vampire, and his "symptoms" are very similar to Louis.

Wu Zhen: "Malloy."

Sherlock nodded knowingly: "He is a breakthrough. First of all, I have to make a detailed plan to make him cooperate with my experiment. Not now, my head can't handle two things at the same time." Maximum energy and concentration change.

Wu Zhen: "Why did you take me to the North Pole for adventure?"

Sherlock pulled his eyes from the computer, showing a puzzled expression: "Adventure, this is travel."

"...Who would travel to the Arctic? A remote village."

"Well, there's cod here. Didn't you hear Daniel?"

"Two things? What are you still dealing with?"

"It does not matter."

Sherlock glanced at her, the smoky gray pupil reflected a little blue-green color, the black curly hair was long, and a strand poked into the corner of his eye, he wrinkled his eyes, showing a little mischievous look in his seriousness.

.....

Daniel opened the door at the right time and appeared, holding the doorknob, his tall body inadvertently blocked the cold wind pouring in from the door.Sherlock stood up from the sofa and said cheerfully, "Let's go fishing for cod. Hurry up, really."

Want to change the subject?

"Sherlock." There was a threatening tone in Wu Zhen's tone.

Daniel looked at the two at a loss, and interrupted the conversation inappropriately: "Um, not now, you have to go fishing later, eat first, and you will have calories when you are full."

......

For lunch there was mashed potatoes and gravy, and on each plate was a piece of fried black cod sprinkled with unmelted coarse grains of salt.An original aroma of food.

After lunch, Sherlock was not in a hurry to explain to her.On the contrary, Wu Zhen scratched his heart and lungs anxiously, but refused to admit defeat, unwilling to show anything on his face.Stalemate until the end of lunch, go fishing.As soon as she got out of the car and her feet touched the ground, she couldn't bear it anymore.Total surrender.

"What are your plans?" She looked at Sherlock pitifully, almost tugging on his sleeve to act like a spoiled child.

This is her trick, Sherlock thought so, but he fell for it, just like many months ago in 221B, he asked her to admit that she was his girlfriend, until now, it is unknown who fell for whom.

"Just ahead." Sherlock was stingy with words at this moment, pointing straight forward, striding forward.

There is a man fishing by the lake, his body is glowing softly, reminiscent of sparkling water, his posture is elegant, his sleeves are flying, and he has the golden hair of Apollo's sun god.

The Lord has come?

Wu Zhen muttered to himself.

"Follow up." Wu Zhen said to Daniel.Daniel has long legs and a strong body, and he can run faster than her.Ten steps away, he sneered: "What, someone is wearing silk clothes here!"

Wu Zhenxin didn't think so, almost laughed out loud, and quickened his pace.

I took a closer look at Lestat, feeling bad, Daniel might be in trouble.

Lestat was very unhappy when he heard this, his blue eyes were depressed, but the corners of his bright red mouth were raised. He glanced at Daniel, and Daniel was stunned.

Seeing that something was wrong, Wu Zhen suppressed his laughter timidly, and carefully squatted down beside Lestat.Sherlock gasped excitedly, and teased Daniel, pinching him up and down.

Daniel stared blankly, motionless.

"How did you do it?"

Sherlock opened Daniel's eyelids with his fingers, and saw the bloodshot whites of his eyes, his eyes were loose and out of focus.

Standing a step away, Sherlock took off his gloves, aimed at the target, and gave Daniel a big mouth with a round swing. The sound was clear and loud, and there was a crisp sound in the ice field.The Arctic rabbit not far away was so startled that it ran away.

Daniel's head is tilted to the right, his eyes are slack, his mouth is crooked and his eyes are slanted.

"Why..." Sherlock smiled and raised his hand again.

Wu Zhen hurriedly jumped up and hugged his raised arm, desperately stopping him.

"Even if you kill him, he won't wake up." Lestat looked at him leisurely, with a smile on his lips.

He dug a hole in the ice and sat on a carved wooden bench. He was wearing this year's latest down jacket and a wide silk cape. His clothes were thin and cool.Holding the fishing rod in his hand, the fishing line was hanging down from the ice hole in a long way. When the fishing line moved, he ignored it at all.

Sherlock squatted down and looked at him at eye level, half provocative, half curious.

"Cast it on me once."

Lestat: "How could that boring ice cube of Louis know someone as fanatical as you?"

Wu Zhen was puzzled: "Ice, Louis?"

"He is an ice cube that melts from time to time, and the dripping water is like his continuous wailing all day long, from centuries ago to today."

Lestat came all the way to the North Pole for the news of Louis. Louis, a vampire, was forged by him and watched him transform a little bit. He was reluctant to give up no matter what.

Although Louis avoids him, he has unexpected feelings for Sherlock Holmes.

Sherlock was willing to trade Louis' news for his help, Lestat readily accepted, but also had to sigh.Lu Yi's perception of people is as bad as when he saw him and sincerely regarded him as a friend.

The people around Louis are not always good people, him, Claudia, Sherlock.Louie had no one else "close" either.

……

Wu Zhen: "You and Sherlock know each other?"

Lestat: "Who do you think buried the blood in that manor when you were kidnapped? I wouldn't do that kind of thing."

"I made a deal with him, about Louis," Sherlock explained, and murmured again. "I can't handle you, and I can't handle Louis."

Wu Zhenxin said in his heart, fortunately there is a Malloy.

"Ten years ago, I met Louis for the first time. Three years later, I met him again. It was the same as it was three years ago."

Wu Zhen observed Lestat's expression, he seemed to take it for granted that Louis' face hadn't changed.

Vampire, does this legendary species really exist?

……

In London, there is a small retro shop that is not very famous. Computers were just popular in those years, and the inventor of Twitter was still reading honestly.

The store is not well known and not many people know about it so it is very secluded.Coupled with its retro medieval style, it is very popular with Louis.

In the past three years, Sherlock has never stopped looking for Louis. His leap made Sherlock have a long-term haze.

Sherlock found the trail of Louis, just as a cat finds a mouse, and the dry land expects rain.

He immediately ran to the hotel where Louis was. He had inquired about it before. The owner of the hotel was an elderly man in his 60s and had a son who was ineffective. His son was not in the hotel.The owner was old and fell asleep early.

He was too young at that time - he was not proficient at picking the door and picking the lock.

Louis was holding red wine, looking at the moon by the window and lamenting his sorrow in the middle of the night, he happened to find him.

The two people looked at each other with varying degrees of embarrassment.

The author has something to say: Caught off guard, another update.