Sherlock Holmes' Neighborhood 221C

"Sophie was killed."

Wu Zhen sat in the coffee shop, explaining a fact.She doesn't want to know about a dead person. It's cold-blooded to say that. Compared with the dead, the living is always more important.

Luo Di is at stake, and Sophie is asleep.

"I want to know why Luo Di killed Sophie and what the reasons are." Maybe she still has a little heart to help Luo Di turn things around, even though she is disheartened.

"His name is Luo Di? The executioner. You want to know why he killed poor Sophie, then you'll have to hear me finish the story."

Wu Zhen was not satisfied with Vikas's address to Luo Di: "Executioner", but what's the use of being dissatisfied.Wu Zhen supported her forehead with one hand, and pinched her temples with her index finger and thumb. She was very tired, and mental breakdown and blows were often more effective than physical ones.

Vikas grabbed the handle of the coffee cup with a fist bigger than a teacup, bowed his head and took a big gulp.He has very smooth muscle lines. When he lowered his head, Wu Zhen saw that his neck was covered with blue veins. The blue veins were not complete because there was a broken mark from the back of his neck to the shoulder blade, which was covered by new flesh.

In the coffee shop, customers sitting near Wu Zhen and Vikas would peek at them from time to time.

Vikas is like a huge brown bear with scars, looking at the petite girl in front of him with a gentle face.

Wu Zhen doesn't believe that Vikas is really gentle. Gentleness only exists in Jiaohua who grew up in the greenhouse. Because he has never seen the danger outside the greenhouse, he believes that the world is beautiful and the relationship between people is full of love. friendliness.

A person who was wandering outside, avoiding pursuit, Wu Zhen even suspected that he had buried his pursuers in a secluded hillside.

"Sophie is a liar, a charming liar. She travels from country to country, looking for her family. That day in Egypt, I ran from a man - of course I did. It cost me a lot, I fell In a place where I don’t know what the hell, I fell to my head and bled. I swear the moment I saw Sophie, I saw the most beautiful goddess in the legend.”

"Ah."

"Sophie should have mentioned to you, 'a little boy lying in a pool of blood'. After meeting at the restaurant, she bought me a plane ticket and let me go out of the country. At least I can escape for a while. I swear I will repay her, but... The world is so unpredictable. I didn't expect him to hit up Sophie. I didn't expect Sophie to be one of his goals, either."

"Who?"

Wu Zhen thought that Vikas might not know that Sophie had been doing things for Moriarty in exchange for information.And Sophie probably didn't know that Moriarty had long regarded her life as her own.It's just that Luo Di cut off his beard in the end.

Vikas arched his back and put a finger upright in front of his lips, as if in front of him was a rabbit that was easily frightened. He squinted his eyes and spoke mysteriously.

"The person who changed my destiny, the person whose name cannot be spoken."

"Voldemort?"

Wu Zhen didn't like his way of teasing children, if he didn't throw out something worthy of her staying and listening, she still had something to do and had to leave first.

Viska stretched his body, put his arms on the sofa, and laughed twice, his voice came from his chest.

"Moriarty, a name no one wants to hear. To some, it's tantamount to... death. Of course Voldemort is apt too."

"Moriarty." It was him again.

When Wu Zhen came to Baker Street, two names suddenly appeared in his life, Sherlock and Moriarty.The former rescued her, while the latter seemed bent on dragging her down to the brink of death.

But it's not boring.

Wu Zhen thought so, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.Because of mental exhaustion, the mobilization of the muscles on the face is limited to a small area at the corner of the mouth, which is a weird feeling that there is a smile on the surface.

Vikas looked at her, as if he saw a beautiful doll that was loved by the people in the window, and the corners of the stiff mouth, lit with red paint, suddenly shed black blood.

Vikas suddenly remembered that the girl in front of him was a person who had passed through Moriarty's guns and bullets. Whoever Moriarty wanted to die would die, and in the same way, whoever he wanted to live would die. will survive.Moriarty didn't really want Wu Zhen's life, but that would be a big deal, wouldn't it?

He tempered his frivolous manner a little.

Wu Zhen gave up the idea of ​​leaving.Because of - Moriarty, and because of - Vikas.She had an interesting guess.

"Moriarty is following you, and his purpose is the same as his wanting to catch me?"

"You should be afraid of this." Vikas lowered his voice.Wu Zhen's slightly raised ending sounds inseparably related to joy, making him feel that the person in front of him is a bit reckless.But because she was young, he thought of a reasonable reason to forgive her for her life and death.

"I can't believe it, please continue."

Wu Zhen has always, it should be said from beginning to end, believed that whether Moriarty kidnapped her or wanted to kill her, his ultimate goal was for Sherlock.

Viska's affirmative answer really surprised her.

"I don't think you understand how dangerous your situation is," Vikas said.

"...I will die?"

"I know that Moriarty is planning a sacrifice. Somewhere in Egypt, he has a huge base. I don't know why he wants to hold a sacrifice, but all sacrifices must have sacrifices."

Having said that, Vikas' voice stopped abruptly, leaving a large gap for Wu Zhen to taste for himself.

It was horrifying, and cold sweat broke out on the back.

"You and me, Sophie too?"

Vikas licked his lips and nodded heavily. He was playing with the handle of the coffee cup in his right hand, and his left arm was tucked into his bosom. At this time, his right hand was pressed down, as if he wanted to hit the table with his fist, but he held back.Then the coffee cup and the coffee porcelain chassis made a very crisp sound.

"Without sacrifices, the sacrifice cannot go on. Luo Di killed Sophie for this." Wu Zhen stared into Vikas' eyes and continued: "You and I are in his plan, obviously in Sophie After his death, he did not give up his sacrificial plan, which has been in preparation for several years since you met Sophie. He still has a backup plan."

"Smart, according to what I know so far, there is not only one candidate who is also suitable for sacrifice. If one dies, there will be another one, alternate."

"Luo Di doesn't know this, otherwise he wouldn't kill Sophie. Who is the candidate?"

Vikas shook his head.

"Okay." Wu Zhen changed the subject: "Why did you tell me this?"

"In order to let you understand, people who are in the same boat can always find something to chat with. I can't be idle. I don't want to be lonely before I die. I have a beautiful woman I know to accompany me on the road, and I have a good time."

Viska smiled.

"I do not believe."

Vikas curled his lips, rather uninhibited: "That's the truth."

Wu Zhen pressed his hands on the table, approached Vikas straight up, stared at him, and spoke in a low voice, enunciating clearly and forcefully.

"You have a strong sense of survival, otherwise you would not ask Sophie to buy you a plane ticket, you would not escape to the UK, and you would not see Sophie after passing out, and you would think she was an angel instead of letting you continue The devil who stayed in this world to suffer. If you want me to be your companion, you must tell me frankly!"

Wu Zhen heard her heart beating, and the thumping thumping was moving instead of the second hand of the clock.

Vikas didn't speak for a long time, and folded his arms in silence.

The cuckoo clock was turned on and called six times.

"To be honest... After I found you, I didn't decide whether to let you be my companion. What I said before is true. If we can't escape successfully, it will really make me feel better to have a beautiful woman to die with me. a lot of."

Wu Zhen exhaled a breath from his nasal cavity.

"Don't give up fighting spirit."

"Did you win?" Vikas was no longer silent, leaned back, and fell softly on the back of the sofa.

"Haha." He laughed, hummed, and got up to leave.

"Wait." Wu Zhen stopped him, "Leave a call." She took out a napkin, took out a pen from her bag, and put it on the napkin.

While looking at her, Vikas picked up the piece of paper and brushed to write, Wu Zhen looked back calmly, his eyes immediately turned a corner, as if rolling his eyes.

Before leaving, Vikas smiled politely, because the hope of survival was almost shattered, and the only living ally he found seemed unreliable, and his thin arms and legs were too trembling to hold a gun. This smile was purely Preferential treatment for beautiful women.

"Anyway, good luck," he said.

Wu Zhen nodded.

She doesn't believe in luck, because her luck has never been very good. If luck has value, her luck value is only enough to survive.

"So, I have always strived for strength."

Wu Zhen muttered to himself, folded the napkin with the phone number written on it in half, and put it in his bag.

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