[Zhongyingmei] That woman is definitely sick

I told him that I didn't know the doctor, and he waved his hand and said, come on, you must know me, his expression was stiff, look at the twitching corners of your mouth.

I rolled my eyes in disdain, turned around and ran without saying a word, he chased after me, the two of us went around in the street with few people like this, my shoes were splashed with the morning dew and got wet, He waved to me without listening behind me, "I'll take you back, go home."

I ran back and shouted, "Did you make a mistake, I don't have a home."

Finally, I got rid of him after going around two streets, and hurried back to my home on Baker Street, locking all the doors and windows, in order to seek a sense of security.

Lester heard the movement at the door, poked his head out of the bedroom, and went down the stairs. Seeing my flustered appearance, he thought the plan had failed. He asked me what was wrong with a little nervousness.

"Unfortunately, a difficult old man has found me."

"Old man, who? Is your father?" He asked me outside.

"Can you talk! How can someone like him be my father! Go back to sleep in your coffin. By the way, I've finished everything. Hurry up and make some connections with some rich woman. Or get out of here."

Lester quarreled with me: "I like it here, and leaving is also yours."

"You are so willful, that's why you were burned by your friends and women in the end."

He listened to my words like a spoiler with a question mark on his face, obviously he didn't know what I was talking about.

After that, we stopped talking and went to do our own things. Lester went back to his coffin to sleep, and I sat on the sofa in the living room, biting my fingernails nervously, afraid of being found by the time lord, and I can't let Lester know about the unplanned policeman I killed, or he will definitely betray me, that guy has no credibility at all.

The next two days were very restless. Because of the abnormal massacre in public places, everyone in London was in danger. All kinds of rumors appeared, such as the end of the world, the judgment of God, of course the most widely spread is , vampires and witches appeared in London. These two things escaped from another place. Immediately afterwards, the police/police searched several haystacks in the homes of good people recognized throughout London. The dead body and the head of a sheriff/sheriff who was put in an earthen jar, because many people died of supernatural phenomena before, the sad and angry crowd pointed all the grievances at him, saying that he was a cult/religionist and was in league with the devil , even if the honest man argues that he didn't do it at all, it doesn't help. The police/cops just want to catch people and deal with them quickly. They have a bit of a nervous breakdown because of what happened during this time. The downtown area has now become a purgatory on earth Well, no one who experienced that day would not feel nauseated and vomited. This is a tragedy, damned murderer!

The judge sentenced the scapegoat to be guilty. He is a good man recognized by the whole of London. He has done a lot of good things. There is no way to change the judgment of the people. Her wife is crying at the gate of the court, claiming that her husband is absolutely innocent. Everyone is wrong. In the end, they were beaten up by the families of the victims.

At a moment when everyone in London was grieving, the Queen of England announced a happy event, that is, a duke named Gwynplaine will marry the duchess.

The duchess is recognized by everyone as extravagant and lustful. In order to make herself happy, she persecuted many common people. No one likes her. This farce is the last struggle of the royal families at the end of the century.

Today is the day that person was hanged. I closed the book and looked at the two people who were drinking tea opposite.

Holmes and the Time Lord.

I'm curious how they got together?

"Mr. Holmes is really an amazing man, isn't he?" the doctor asked me while drinking tea. His eyes were like owls, and he stared at me with raised eyebrows. He was the one who found me suddenly this morning, and that TARDES was just like that. He appeared in my living room out of thin air. Lester was sleeping in a coffin like a dead pig. He didn't hear anything. The doctor found me and wanted to have a good talk with me. I didn't want to talk to him at first, but he said that Sherlock Holmes also Want to come together, Holmes?Wanting to know what tricks he was up to, I went to Holmes' house for an appointment. Watson was not there. The two sat on the sofa, and I sat opposite them. In front of me was a small table with beautiful tea sets on it. .

The detective's eyes looked at me full of indifference. This look is different from the eyes I saw when I first met him. His face was slightly pale, his face was tired, and his hair was a little messy, but his demeanor and figure were very elegant. , so the messy hair did not hinder his image, but had another kind of beauty.

Seeing him like this, I thought to myself, could it be that he discovered something?Could it be the doctor, he knew about my ability, so he went to inform me?

"Haha, don't be nervous, I found you just to talk to you," the doctor probably guessed what I was thinking, and said to me with a smile, "Your idol is sitting opposite you drinking tea with you, you are not happy ."

I stared at him and said, "It's none of your business. You're not my dad. If you don't know how to chat, just shut up. How embarrassing."

The doctor shut up instantly.

At this moment Holmes put down his teacup. He asked me in a hoarse voice, "Miss B, what kind of stories do you like?"

How could he ask such a question?This question is very strange, but I didn't care about it, so I said it truthfully: "There is nothing I like, the drama is too disgusting, the protagonists are a bunch of bugs struggling at the bottom of society, they will never make it out, and are forced to People with money and power trample on them, live without dignity, and the only relief is to die. Romantic musicals are unrealistic, and the actors who sing on stage sing with their unspoken rules, which makes me feel very sick. Fairy tales are meaningless, what’s the point of showing children fairy tales, anyway, they will live in this real world like hell in the end, so why give them fantasy and hope..." I said I couldn't stop talking, and then Holmes stretched out his hand and made a gesture for me to stop.

Then he asked again: "Miss B, what are you worried about?"

I was startled in my heart, and replied to him: "No, I'm just answering your question."

"You like to purse your lips when you are nervous, and your smile becomes very stiff, and you speak faster than usual. Everything shows that you are nervous." At this moment, the doctor reached out and patted Holmes to let him Don't say any more, but Holmes will not, and he continues to reason with me with the famous deductive method.

"You don't have parents. It can be seen from your words and deeds that you despise family affection. Your family has hurt you a lot. Well, usually no one wants to get close to you, so you start to entertain yourself, but all yourself What you want will not develop according to what you want in your heart, which causes you to start breaking the jar. I have no doubt that you have serious mental problems, severe persecution paranoia, and empty and negative heart. The hurt you have brought to other people, whether they are people you know or people you don’t know, will be hurt by you and leave you in the end, and the peeping Kong Huasheng behind the cabinet has blocked him.”

He spoke more and more vigorously, and I heard his words and my breathing began to become difficult. The doctor was afraid that Holmes' words would irritate me and make me go wild, so he boldly stretched out his hand to cover Holmes' mouth, and began to secretly watch my reaction.

Holmes shook off the doctor's hand vigorously, straightened his suit and stood up from the chair. He turned around and looked at the street outside the window. People were passing by on the street, and it looked the same as before, but something had changed. changed.

"Today is the day of that person's death. I know that he is innocent. Although all the evidence points to him, the evidence for those things is still not sufficient, and he has sufficient proof of absence. It’s the same as the time my wife found out. It’s obvious that the police/cops in Scotland Square only want to get things done quickly, but I will definitely restore the truth. I’m not like those police/cops who just want to get things done quickly That's useless, Mr. Doctor, I suddenly feel that this conversation is unnecessary, please go back."

As soon as he finished speaking, I stood up, clapped my hands and looked at Holmes with a smile, agreeing with what he said: "You are right, everything is right. I have always lived like a weed, and my life is like a weed. I'm bored but always can't die. Now I'm starting to be confused and can't find my identity. I'm B, but my real name is not this. I have to say that the basic deduction method is really amazing. However, with those strange guys Fighting, are you not afraid of death? Mr. Holmes, I am very curious, what made you go on to find the truth? The murderer police/policeman has been found, and the evidence is solid, why do you have to confront the truth?"

"Because that's not the truth, and I still have that indelible sense of justice in my heart," he replied righteously, and turned to look at me, those eyes, that look.

The kind of eyes full of pursuing the truth made me fall into a sudden fascination.

Holmes seems to have suspected that I did it, how did he know.

But I didn't care about this, and happily cheered him on.

The doctor closed his eyes, obviously this was not the result he wanted.

After the woman left, Holmes turned his head and said to the doctor, "Then, the person who made me see the incredible world, can you leave now?"

The doctor wondered: "Now, do you want me to help you a little bit, and beg for her by the way."

"Pleading for a woman with blood on her hands, heh, this joke is too funny."

"Then do you want to hold another spiritual meeting?" the doctor asked him.

Of course, Holmes needs to hold another spiritual meeting. This man named doctor is too suspicious. In the previous spiritual meeting, he summoned a victim, that orphan, who is also one of the eyeliners he left on Baker Street. One, before the couple went to the circus with myself and Watson, let the orphans keep an eye on them, and knock on the door to inquire after returning from the circus.

Who knew that a spy would be killed.

Holmes felt very sorry. He was actually very uncomfortable, but he would not express those feelings like Watson. He hoped that he could find the murderer, so he and Watson desperately searched for evidence, but the evidence on the surface was simply not It didn't look like it was made by a human being, without fingerprints, and the way of death was very strange. This put Holmes and Watson in a difficult situation. At this moment, Watson angrily discussed the rumors that ordinary people would discuss, those serial murders The crimes were done by vampires and witches.

People died one after another, and in the last tragedy in the downtown area, Watson was there at the time, and he was almost involved. After returning, he was frightened and did not recover for a day. Unable to sit still, he went to find his brother Mycroft, hoping to get his help.

Mycroft didn't sneer at himself like usual that time, and he also attached great importance to this matter, but now he can't get away, the queen and those declining nobles don't take the government/government seriously, I still think they are the most powerful in the whole country. Recently, another moth came out. They even found a freak from the circus to make him a duke and asked the government to declare to the whole country.

My brother had no choice but at this moment, Holmes met the doctor.

The serial murderer has been hanged. His wife is crying heartbreakingly under the gallows. There is also a 14-year-old daughter at home. From this day onwards, there are only two of them left in the family. The daughter bends down to comfort herself Like her mother, she knew that her father was absolutely innocent and must have been framed. It is impossible for a father who is usually so gentle to do such a thing, and his father was not at home at the time of the incident. The person who proved his alibi was himself as a daughter, but those judges didn't stop talking about a little girl at all. They only discussed the wedding of the duchess. She suddenly hated why she was a girl, why she was so weak, why Her father can't do anything, she is not reconciled, she doesn't want to be tortured by fate like this, the pain tortured the whole family, and the gossip hurt the mother's heart, but she could only watch it all happen.

No, it’s still possible. The girl suddenly remembered that she read a newspaper one day. There was a special column written by a person. The content was all kinds of cases solved by a powerful detective. He is the famous detective Sherlock Holmes. Investigate the case of his father, then he will definitely find out the truth!

When I came out of Holmes' house, I was stopped by the doctor who came behind me. He told me with a straight face that if I didn't stop, he would be rude to me.

"Oh, what a stinky old man."

"It's all my fault. I forgot that you are not only a 20-year-old child, but also a mental patient. I don't expect you to forgive me, but stop the destruction. I believe you can get better. Holmes also trying to give you a chance."

"Enough is enough!" I shouted suddenly: "Don't give me chicken soup for the soul anymore! I don't know when you knew me, but now I am like this! Do you have no friends around you? Come to me across the entire dimension, I don’t need you to find me, suddenly came into my life, I never expected you to help me, let me just sit there and rot like a lump of mud Isn’t it bad to stink!?”

"Your way is wrong, it's normal, you are my friend, I hope I can help you, but for you now, obviously, gentle methods are not feasible, I will do everything about you now for the future You feel heartbroken," I gave him the middle finger, went home and closed the door, the moment I closed the door, I heard him say: "You will be such a noble person in the future."

I leaned against the door in the dark to calm down my mood.

In the living room, Lester was reading a book with the lamp on. Seeing me coming back, he glanced at me and said, "I'm looking for Holmes again."

I opened the cupboard to look for honey and ignored him, so he asked me again.

I started to laugh hehehe, Lester wondered why I was crazy, I looked back at him with a smile: "Hahaha, you didn't sleep during the day, I haven't felt this way for a long time, my whole body is on fire .”

"what happened to you?"

I walked over excitedly, grabbed his shoulder and shouted happily: "Holmes, he has challenged me, because of his indelible sense of justice, he must find evidence to catch me, hahaha, this kind of The plot of the novel is simply fantastic.”

Lester was stunned, he lowered his head to think for a moment, then looked up at me seriously: "Let's run away tonight and go to France."

"I'm not leaving. After living for such a long time, I finally encountered something that made my blood boil. Once the game starts, it won't end."

"You're crazy!!" he yelled at me.

"Yeah, I've been crazy for a long time!"

London will not be peaceful anymore.

The author has something to say: the doctor knows the future heroine, and in his heart the heroine is a good person, but what he didn't expect was that the person he knew was like this when he was young.

If you want to confront Sherlock Holmes head-on, please don’t criticize me for writing it. I even went to Baidu to write what Holmes said. I don’t know how to write it. It’s his style, but he is indeed a man who is full of pursuit of the truth. People with courage and a sense of justice, I think if encountering such a thing, even if he knows that he has no chance of winning, he will fight on, just like fighting Moriarty hahahaha

The author will go out to play on the eleventh, but he can still code when he is free. After all, I will resign after this month is over. I don’t even have a statutory holiday. When I don’t even have a holiday, my mentality completely collapses, and when I see the face of my leader, I feel depressed, and my heart keeps echoing that he said that I didn’t feel the pictures I made...