Sherlock Holmes' Neighborhood 221C

She woke up standing, her body strapped to a cylinder that felt like metal.The part of her back that was already warmed by her body.

Wu Zhen was in a daze at the moment, not knowing where he was.

The beams of light radiated everywhere, and under the white light, one could see figures hiding in the darkness.The light twisted the guns on their backs into huge tusks.It's like wanting to eat people at any time.

Wu Zhen's spirit was still not very good, she blinked hard, her eyeballs were dry and painful.She pulled herself together and saw the situation clearly.

Well, what the hell is going on here.

Wu Zhen felt that she was going crazy, she took a deep breath, and felt a burning pain in her stomach.

She, Dylan, Vickers, Hadley, and a stranger.They are all tied to five huge copper pillars engraved with patterns located in the center of the field.

Vickers woke up earlier than she, struggling with the chains that bound him, saw her awake, and verbally reminded him to help him take cover.A gunman saw Vickers move, put a gun to his head, and told him to be quiet.

Little Hadley's face was full of tears, she was crying, but obediently kept silent, Hadley looked at Wu Zhen, her big eyes filled with tears.

As for Dylan, he's a lunatic.With a crazy and yearning expression, he was the only one among the five who was full of expectations.

Wu Zhen understood that she might be involved in a religious sacrifice.

After thinking for a moment, she decided to take a chance.He raised his head and shouted: "Is there anyone in charge, I want to negotiate!"

The gangster who pointed the gun at Vickers's head hadn't gone far, when he heard the sound, he walked up to Wu Zhen impatiently.He pulled her hair, forcing her to look up at him.

Viciously: "If you keep arguing, I'll cut off your tongue."

"No, you won't. The sacrifice hasn't started yet."

The gangster hit Wu Zhen's copper pillar heavily with the barrel of a gun. The copper pillar vibrated and deafened. This was a warning and a threat.

The group of black shadows who were silently watching finally moved. One of them said a word to the gangster in a certain language, and he left unwillingly.

Dylan seemed to notice her only at this time, and taunted her: "Fool."

Wu Zhen's attempt failed, and he couldn't help being slightly frustrated.

"You are also a sacrifice, will you die?"

Dylan raised his head slightly, with a hint of pride in his tone: "This is a sacrifice to the gods. It is not death, but rebirth. Use our souls to awaken the gods."

"Do you believe this?"

Wu Zhen has studied human psychology for many years, so he naturally knows how important belief is to a person, and he lives and dies for it.

It has been proven countless times in the long river of history that any belief that requires human life as a "sacrifice" is a cult.

Dylan: "Believers get nothing."

Wu Zhen: "My personal guess is that everyone in this world has their own beliefs. Some people believe in rights, some people believe in money, some people believe in love, some people regard stars as their beliefs, and some people regard totems as their beliefs. I believe in science."

Vickers was tied up and refused to be idle. Seeing Wu Zhen and Dylan talking so enthusiastically, no one cared about them, and tried to participate in the conversation with malicious intentions:

"I believe in the goddess of love. By the way, you seem to be very relaxed. Do any of you know how the ceremony is performed? Let me tell you, first, cut our throats and let the blood of five people be mixed together, each of them Participate. Everyone! Then..."

"Stop talking!" Wu Zhen stopped him. "There is still a child here, don't scare her."

Vickers, realizing that he was dying, had less energy to maintain his presence.He was like a wolfhound that was dying because he was dying, just whimpering in his throat and rolling his eyes.

"It's so kind."

Wu Zhen ignored him and continued: "Faith is a positive emotion, it will make you better, if it is not, it is not worth your belief in it."

After finishing speaking, a strand of messy hair fell out of the corner of Wu Zhen's eyes, which was left over from the gangster pulling her hair just now.

She suddenly realized:

――Her haircut is absolutely terrible.

――It seems that I haven't washed my face for several days.

——It's a little smelly.

God, if Sherlock came to rescue her, seeing her like this.

Wu Zhen trembled slightly.

Maybe it's not so bad... In one last hope, she asks Dylan: "How do I look?"

Dylan replied seriously: "It's like a lunatic who still wants to persuade people to be good at the end of his death. You don't even know how powerful my belief is." The second half of the sentence has become a question.

"No..." Wu Zhen bit his lip.She looked around and decided not to think how bad she was.

A tapered building surrounded by painted stone walls.Five copper pillars are located on the altar two meters above the ground.There is also a suspended high platform directly in front of the altar.It's just where the light shines, and someone else hides in the dark.

This place will become the grave of all five of them.

The beams of light suddenly concentrated in one place, and the iron gate behind the high platform opened.Wu Zhen saw that the culprit of all this - Moriarty walked gracefully to the center of the beam of light.His eyes fixed on Wu Zhen, he tilted his head and smiled darkly.Mouth: the game begins.

Moriarty opened his arms, like a god embracing the world.Stepping forward, walking to the center of the high platform, the radiance on his face was crazy and pitiful, and the figures in the dark came out together. They all wore masks and uniform clothes, so they couldn't see their faces clearly. He opened his arms to Moriarty, as if responding to him.

Moria raised her voice, and the soft and sharp voice echoed in the cone-shaped building.

"We should sing of this moment, praise this moment. Five years of preparation time, select the most suitable and spiritual sacrifices from all over the world. Offer our blessings to the gods, and may he listen to the wishes of loyal believers and satisfy our wishes pray!"

Everyone opened their arms and shouted loudly, and the venue was filled with excited and longing voices.

"Offer our blessings to the gods!"

In the deafening shouts.

Wu Zhen asked: "Aren't you going with them?"

Dylan: "What they worship is not my god. Don't misunderstand me. According to you, Sherlock is my only belief."

So should she be glad that Dylan listened to her, or that her boyfriend was so popular?

If she can get out alive this time, maybe she will set up a Sherlock teaching or something...

Among the crowd with masks raising their arms and shouting.There was one person, he lifted his mask and looked at Wu Zhen with a smile.

All the lights were focused on Moriarty, and there was no light on the altar.Wu Zhen was trying to pry open the iron lock with a hairpin.Suddenly feeling someone breathing behind her, this feeling is very frightening, Wu Zhen can't tell whether it's an enemy or a friend, so she swallows her exclamation.

"Who?" she asked quietly.

"I."

Lestat?What is he doing here?

"I guess you must want to know what I'm doing here." Lestat's tongue slowly licked his fangs. "Remember our last conversation?"

"I don't want to be a vampire," she said. "It's ridiculous, and Sherlock will experiment on me."

"Think about it again, it's fun." After speaking, he hid himself in the crowd again.

Vickers asked softly, "Who were you talking to?"

"A weirdo who is lonely and wants a companion."

Dylan kept staring at the high platform, muttering to himself: "It's about to start."

On the high platform, everyone's eyes are on.Moriarty raised his arms again and shouted: "The ceremony begins!"

The tomb built of reinforced concrete was suddenly dark, and with a bang, the electric lights flickered with sparks and went out completely.

The flame of hope in Wu Zhen's heart has never been extinguished.

She thought it was Sherlock who had come to save them.

As soon as the iron chain that bound her was loosened, she immediately climbed down, trying to find the person who loosened her chain, but there were sounds of footsteps all around, and it was hard to tell who was who.

Feeling something, she turned around in panic, only to see Lester smiling at her like a ghost, leaning over a soldier, raising the panicked executioner's gun, and shooting himself in the temple.With the sound of gunshots, the smell of blood followed, there was an enemy attack, or internal strife, and the surroundings became chaotic in the blink of an eye—they were originally a group of mobs and desperadoes.

Vickers and Dylan fought together, and among the five, the one other than the four of them escaped quickly.

Hadley closed his eyes, and the little girl stood still with her back against the copper pillar.Wu Zhen bent down to touch the ground, and touched Hadri to save him.

"Come with me."

Hadley knew that Wu Zhen and Luo Di had a very good relationship. Among Moriarty, only Luo Di really cared about her. He was her closest person, equivalent to her brother.Luo Di would often tell Hadley about their childhood.

Hadley asked about the person she cared about the most, and couldn't help sobbing softly: "Is Luo Di still alive?"

"I don't know." Wu Zhen wanted to explain to Hadri after everything was over, and take her to see Luo Di's tomb when she could accept it.

Wu Zhen held Hadley's hand and hid under the altar. There were gangsters in a mess in front of him. The lights flicked on and then went off. At this moment, she saw Vickers was shot and fell to the ground.

Oops!

Wu Zhen felt a burning pain in his left leg, fell to the ground in pain, touched his left leg, and felt warm blood.

Her leg was hit by a stray bullet.

Hadley was like a frightened deer, touching her sweaty face with his little hand, at a loss.She also touched her blood.

Wu Zhen gritted his teeth and said, "Give me your scarf."

Hadri understood immediately, and took off the turban and handed it to Wu Zhen for bandaging.

It seems that someone is rushing to repair the power supply system, the lights are flickering, and the whole world is flickering.Hadley hugged Wu Zhen like he was hugging a piece of driftwood in the ocean.

"Don't let the sacrifice escape!" someone yelled.

Wu Zhen thought, she can't die.And she didn't know how to not die.She was so stupid that she didn't even know how to survive.

She saw Lestat standing before her.He has been dormant by her side leisurely, Wu Zhen realized it later and was startled.

"Have you figured it out? Oh, you're hurt."

To be honest, I didn't think about it.

She could feel her leg was hurt, the stray bullet just scratched the hollow of her leg, it might be bad luck, it hit an artery, and the warm blood was gurgling along her slender calf.And she didn't have the energy to think about anything else.

The last thing that came to mind was Sherlock.

The guy she would die for.

The author has something to say: about the gifts everyone gave Sherlock at Christmas.

Moriarty: I have a big case for you, have fun~

Mycroft: My dear brother, only a child would have such a stupid holiday.

Lestrade: I'm sorry, but I don't have time to choose a gift for you. Someone has committed a serial murder and I have to deal with it.

Wu Zhen: I will accompany you to grow old, this is my gift.

Dylan: Idol, accept my heart, accept my liver, accept every ~minute~minute~ of my love for you~(Love)