Sherlock Holmes' Neighborhood 221C

"So, it's him or you, answer me quickly."

The shop owner put the muzzle of a gun against Wu Pan's forehead, and his grey-haired expression was ferocious, as if before the two young men opened their mouths, he was also suffering to make a choice.

"You are so young." He said: "Look at this youthful appearance and reckless behavior. Only young people have such reckless thoughts... I will give you three seconds, otherwise, I can only have two Get rid of all of them, my suitcase can't hold so many people." He realized that he had talked too much, and abruptly turned around to count down.

"three."

"two."

Pulling Wu Pan into the boundless abyss all at once, the shop owner's breath on Wu Pan's neck was no less than a poisonous snake neighing in his ear.

"It's me." They said in unison, and the two hearts struggling to survive finally chose to die for each other.

"Oh, now it's interesting." Before the shop owner finished his sentence, there was a muffled sound from the inner room of the shop, as if a heavy object had landed on the ground. His eyes were hesitant, and with Wu Pan in his iron arm, he slowly moved to the wall at the exit of the inner room. With his back against the wall, Wu Zhen clenched his gun tightly, moving with the shop owner, he glanced at the muzzle of Wu Zhen's gun.

Those who come do not know whether they are enemies or friends.

The owner of the store is in such a situation that he is facing an enemy, he must not be able to judge the person who came, there are many killers like him who want revenge or buy other people's heads. It is very beneficial.

Wu Pan had the heart to die together, thinking that he could drag the shop owner and trip him, and that person could kill him, and Wu Zhen would be saved!

bang-

Everyone's eyes were focused on the closed rolling gate, and someone was slamming on the door vigorously.

bang-

bang-

Years of retirement had worn away his patience, and his aging nerves and body made him anxious at this time.He fired three shots at the door and Wu Zhen - but no shots were fired.

No one cared why the gun didn't go off, everyone was desperately trying to survive without even having time to think.

Wu Zhen's scalp tightened immediately, and he seized this critical opportunity to fall to the side, and pressed the trigger in his hand.She fell heavily to the ground and quickly crawled towards the obstacle, blocked by a large wooden cabinet in the antique shop.

The shop owner was hit by an anesthesia bullet in his left leg. He tilted his body, held on, and smashed Wu Pan's head with the butt of his gun. Bend over reflexively.Still didn't relax half a minute.Wu Pan couldn't struggle, his neck was strangled red and purple, his arms were like aged steel, although they were old, they were still hard.

He wanted to strangle Wu Pan to death.

"three."

Wu Zhen rushed out and tried her best to rescue Wu Pan. The shop owner swung her hand heavily, and she was hit in the temple by the butt of the gun, and she fell down on the cabinet.Wu Pan breathed a sigh of relief.

The countdown sounded again, and there was a loud bang bang bang bang bang on the door, but it still failed to cover up the sound reaching Wu Zhen's ears.Her head was buzzing, and then she remembered the three unfired gunshots.

"summer……"

The shop owner knelt on one leg, half of his body was numb.Suddenly, he felt a cold round object being pressed against the back of his neck. Although he was old, he could still feel what it was. He was so familiar with this object, it was like a part of his body.

"Two, let go of him."

Sherlock held the gun against the back of his neck and stood at the entrance of the inner room. The store was half-lit and half-dark, and he could see that his figure was as smooth and sharp as a black gun.His voice is clean and calm.The shop owner let go of Wu Pan without any struggle. He half knelt on the ground, panting like a dog. "I want to live." He didn't know who he was talking to, maybe it was the air.

Wu Zhen rushed to Wu Pan who was lying on the ground, and took first aid measures. She is a medical student, and she has common sense in this area, and she is very grateful for this now.

Wu Pan took a long breath in his throat, his eyes turned white, every breath was like a sharp knife cutting through his throat.

"Are you all right?" Sherlock asked, looking at Wu Zhen with rare tenderness and anxiety.

Wu Zhen wanted to pounce on Sherlock again and hug him.Wu Pan was lying on the ground, holding her hand. After going through the death line, he was very dependent on her now, she was his relative.

"I'm sorry for being late, I promised to protect you."

"He fired, but no bullets came out. Did you do something wrong? You already knew about this?" Wu Zhen looked at Sherlock, and asked a series of questions like spitting jade beads, but just looked at him.

"No, I just know his address, his original identity, and the fact that he is dangerous. I haven't touched him until you came to him today."

bang-

bang-

Someone shouted outside the door: "Is anyone alive, are you finished, open the door-Sherlock!"

The voice was very familiar, and Wu Zhen thought of the man in the cafe who came to her to cooperate, he was full of life, as vigorous as a black panther.

"Vikas?"

Wu Pan lay in Wu Zhen's arms and coughed twice heart-piercingly.

Sherlock took out a pair of shining silver handcuffs, and cuffed the shop owner's hands. His hands were behind his back, his gray hair was about to fall to the ground, and the anesthetic took effect.

Sherlock bent down and picked up the crutch on the ground, fiddled with it twice, and pressed the button.

The shutters were opened, and the outside daylight poured into the dim room full of antiques.Vikas was half-bent, with his hands behind his back, observing the situation, and with a smile, he got in when the rolling shutter was only halfway up.

"You're all done? It's really neat!"

"No, it's not over yet!"

Wu Zhen picked up Wu Pan who was leaning against her, and gently put him on the ground to lie flat.

The shop owner who was kneeling on the ground looked blankly, hanging his eyes, watching her come over, and looking down at him condescendingly.He saw a face that was extremely angry - very calm.

"I don't bother to use torture to extract confessions. Tell me everything I want to know."

The store owner's eyeballs seemed to be frozen, not moving.His right leg was anesthetized and unconscious, and he spoke slowly:

"As I said, I was just carrying out the order. 'Kill the person who comes to you with a USB drive, and deal with it cleanly.'."

"I... haven't told you the consequences of lying?"

Wu Zhen tilted his head and reached out to Sherlock. Sherlock said, "What?"

Wu Zhen: "You know what it is, I put it here for you."

Sherlock touched the coat pocket, took out a bag of things, and threw it to Wu Zhen.

It's a small cloth bag, and when you unfold it, dozens of gold needles are neatly stacked in it.

Sherlock, watching Wu Zhen roll up the shop owner's sleeves, and gesture with a needle on his face, then dodges, and very neatly sneaks into the inner room to search.

The bottom of the bed, the bedside table, the hidden compartment, effervescent sleeping pills, whiskey, smelly clothes...

He found an old-fashioned clamshell notebook from a pile of clothes. It was thick and big, like a few floor tiles stacked on top of each other.

There was a gritted grunt from the outer room, and the scream couldn't find an exit from his mouth, so he turned a corner, circled in the cranial cavity, and came out of the nasal cavity.

Sherlock threw the computer on the spring bed and yelled out the door in a low voice: "Shut up!"

Vikas stands, switching sides with his left and right feet. "Such a temper."

Wu Zhen held a needle in each of his left and right hands, and his sleeves were half rolled up between his white and slender elbows.The shop owner was lying on one side, with a few needles stuck in his body, looking at her as if looking at a demon.

"He hates talking when he's thinking, even hiccups," she explained to Vikas.

Vikas still had his hands behind his back, in a strange posture.Wu Zhen asked about his hands.

He showed Wu Zhen his hands and a pair of silver handcuffs as if complaining, he didn't like to wear them behind his back, but he was handcuffed.

"Your boyfriend is violent. He also told me not to approach you."

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