Sherlock Holmes' Neighborhood 221C

"Now let it fly."

Wu Zhen raised the hand holding the "pigeon".

This time the pigeon didn't fly. The "heavy" one is still in hand.

Wu Zhen closed his eyes, holding the "pigeon" in his hands, and raised it upwards.

"Dove" is still in hand.

"No, it seems to be stuck to my hand."

Wu Zhen tried again, but it was still in his hand.

Really annoying.

Wu Zhen didn't hear Hannibal's voice, so he simply separated his hands and didn't throw them away.

Even if there is a pigeon, just let it fall.

"no......"

Looking back, there was no one there.

Now there is a new question, where did Hannibal go?

Wu Zhen lowered his head and held the prickly pear flowerpot in his hands, feeling a little blocked in his heart.

I was tricked today.

twice.

Shake the prickly pear pot, and the prickly pear flower will sway.If Hua is conscious, it should be thrown up by Wu Zhen by now.

Shaking and shaking, Wu Zhen's thumb failed to grasp the edge of the flower pot, slipped, was stabbed by the overly long prickly pear, and actually stuck into the flesh.

□□Looking at it, there is a small red dot like a needle point on the thumb.

She was not easy to bleed when she was injured since she was a child. If it was Wu Pan, the blood would bleed out in a trace as thick as a hair.

Put your thumb in your mouth and disinfect it with saliva.

Damn Sherlock, damn Hannibal.

Damn calculating bastards.

A pair of shoes appeared before Wu Zhen's eyes.

Women's boots.

Look up.

It was Clarice, panting, her hair clogged with sweat, and she put her hand behind her ear.

"This is it, come back after running?"

Clarice: "Where's Hannibal?"

"He ran away."

"I know, I just saw you sitting together, and then he got up as if to go shopping, and then disappeared. He didn't come back?"

"He ran away because he found out about you?"

"At present, it looks like this." Clarice sat down. "Why are you with him?"

"Well, carry out the task."

Although it is a passive task.

"Okay." Clarice said, "I'll go first, and let me know if there is any news."

"it is good."

Leaving Wu Zhen alone, sitting on the bench, Wu Zhen stopped holding the prickly pear pot.The cactus flower can finally be a beautiful flower quietly.

Wu Zhen looked down at the palm lines on his palm.

Well, I still learned something.

For example, how to hypnotize a person to make her fall into her own memories and then run away without a trace, this is very precious.

Simply too precious.

A drop of blood suddenly dripped onto the palm of her hand. Her palm was white and almost bloodless. This drop of blood was extremely bright, so red that it was dazzling: the sunlight reflected on the drop of blood, refracting an inconspicuous ray of light.

Wu Zhen swallowed, the smell was fishy, ​​spreading from the mouth to the joint of the nasal cavity, and the breath was fishy.

It was rare that at this time she still remembered not to wipe it with her hands, otherwise she would wipe it all over her face.Putting one hand under the nose, the other hand took out a tissue from the bag, turned his back to the sky, and stuffed the tissue into the nasal cavity to absorb the blood, so as not to be choked by the blood back into the trachea, causing severe coughing.

At that time, the scene was chaotic, and she was alone, unable to cope.

Why did you have a nosebleed?

Wu Zhen felt that his head was clear, but he couldn't think, and he didn't want to think.

After a while, the nosebleed seemed to stop.

Rinse nose with water, after doing some emergency measures.After sitting for a while, Wu Zhen felt that there was no big problem, picked up a big bag of things, got up and took a taxi back to 221B.

Wu Zhen put many things on the table at once, Sherlock leaned over and asked, "What did you buy?" If Wu Zhen listened carefully at this moment, he should be able to hear his unsteady panting, but at this moment Wu Zhen I don't have the energy to listen and pay attention at all.

Wu Zhen said weakly, "The things on your list."

"Oh."

Wu Zhen suspected that there was still blood coming out of his nose, so he touched the bottom of his nose with his finger.

Sherlock: "Your nosebleed is because the nasal cavity is irritated and ruptured. Taking a large amount of sedative drugs in a short period of time is very harmful. I advise you to go to the hospital for examination."

"And." Sherlock pointed at Wu Zhen. "You shouldn't eat that sandwich. Don't eat something from a stranger, especially if this person is still your target mission, it's so naive."

Wu Zhen accepts criticism very humbly.

The problem is, how does she know that in London, there is no one to worry about, and even a sandwich can be a sharp weapon for drugging.

There is caution, and it doesn't mean that anyone can eat anything.

She watched and bought the sandwiches, who knows when he took the medicine.

When she was traveling in various countries in the past, she often invited others to dinner and was invited to dinner by others.Enthusiastic, kind and warm-hearted.Sometimes I was invited to sing and eat meat around a bonfire on the beach at night, or sit on the side of a deserted road to eat dirt and wait for a ride. Everyone ate and drank together, no problem.

It's going to kill you here.

She stood there, her eyes were dazed, there was faint blood on her face, and there was an inconspicuous light red spot beside her nose, as if she had applied blush.

"Drug side effects. You should sit down, it's good for you, it doesn't look like a fatal drug, and he showed mercy to you."

Wu Zhen: "Thank you."

She herself wanted to express the effect of irony in this sentence, but now it sounds that the effect is not obvious due to her poor state.

Sherlock tentatively pushed her shoulder with his hand.Wu Zhen's legs gave way, and he fell backwards.

Behind is the sofa, which is soft and elastic. She sat down on the sofa and stopped moving. Her whole body was weak—angry at her own stupidity, and she didn't want to talk to anyone.

Wu Zhen pinched a pillow, thinking why he made such a low-level mistake.

She approached him for the task, and he talked to her on the spot.

A good one will do the trick.

A mountain is higher than a mountain, and she admits that she has fallen, and she is not reconciled to admitting it.

If I had been smarter and more vigilant, I wouldn't have fallen.

The pillow in her arms was clutched and pinched by her.

Sherlock observed everything silently: "You look like a doll now, pale and weak, with stiff limbs."

"I can still move, and I want to call the police."

When Lestrade comes, make a case with him.

"Are you feeling better now?"

"I, uh, feel my heart beating a little faster."

There seemed to be only one heart left in the chest cavity.

Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang...

"You take a rest first."

Saying that, Sherlock walked away on his own.A minute later, with a glass of water in his hand, he sat next to Wu Zhen and handed it to her.

Wu Zhen took it and took a sip.

Sherlock smiled at her, and Wu Zhen felt that he probably wanted to express his friendliness.

"What is a pigeon?"

"Ok?"

"You're talking about pigeons."

"Pigeons by the river?"

"In your heart."

Wu Zhen put down the water glass, and his heart was forced to calm down.

That damned pigeon that can't be lost.

This is a secret that has been dug out.

Yet she didn't want to talk about it at all at the moment.

and many more......

"How did you know?"

"This. There is surveillance next to the bench you are sitting on."

"How do you have the right...you hacked the London surveillance system?!"

"No, I just temporarily controlled the monitoring system of that block."

"The monitoring system can't hear the sound clearly." Wu Zhen couldn't believe it.

"Maybe you have monitors in your bag."

"Sherlock!"

Wu Zhen was about to get angry, Sherlock hurriedly interrupted her.

"You drink water." He held Wu Zhen's hand, and brought the water glass in her hand to her lips. A few drops of water splashed out and landed on her cheeks and plump lips.

Half of what he said to Wu Zhen was hidden.He did hack the surveillance system in the Thames River area in London, and there were bugs.But at the time, he and them were no more than one Thames bench to another Thames bench.

He crossdresses.

To follow Wu Zhen, and use her to get close to the mission target.

I have to say that she is still very approachable, with a sense of simplicity that makes people want to talk to her at the first glance. She has a pair of unpolluted eyes.

However, there are no unpolluted people in this world, which is interesting.

What's more interesting is that his target is also interested in her.Although the consequences of this "interest" are costly.

......

Wu Zhen felt that the blood in his brain was as cold as the water in his hand.

Headache, but okay.

Her senses seem dulled now.

Glad she was still aware of it.

Yes, I'm so glad.

"It's flowing down again."

Sherlock gave her a few pieces of paper, Wu Zhen took it, and dipped it under his nose, the blood smeared on the paper.

She felt sorry for her blood.

"Is it okay to flow like this?"

Sherlock: "I've called an ambulance and it'll be here soon."

Wu Zhen stared at him.

Sherlock pointed to his nose.

Wu Zhen quickly covered his nose.

Sherlock smiled narrowly, his laugh was usually silent.