[Shen Xia] Tricked away a big detective

Mycroft pushed open the door. "You can always spot me."

Fulla didn't stand up either: "As I said, you will always unconsciously poke the tip of your umbrella to the ground."

Mycroft walked to Fulla's bed: "It's been a long time since I've seen you hurt so badly."

Fulla pouted: "It's not because of your brother!"

Mycroft smiled: "Oh, don't say that, at least he saved you this time." After a pause, he added: "Although I know you don't need him to take action at all."

Fulla waved her left hand: "Did you see this injury? If he didn't run out suddenly, I would definitely not have been shot twice!" She asked angrily: "I said, sir, you are really brothers. What! How could you have such a younger brother!"

"Oh, this question has been asked by many people." Mycroft replied with a smile: "You should relieve your anger, Xiali's little finger bone was broken by you."

Fulla smiled triumphantly, and then realized that she might look ugly in the eyes of other brothers.Mycroft knew what she was thinking at a glance: "No, no, no, I also think that Xiali should learn a lesson, he is always so indifferent, and he doesn't think about us who are worried about him."

Fulla curled her lips: "It seems that you also feel that there is something wrong with him, sir. At the beginning we agreed that it was just protection. How long has it been since I was undercover and shot, and I have to take care of him everywhere?" He, I think this task is more complicated than stealing military documents!"

Mycroft poked the ground with the little black umbrella: "Shirley, you're doing the same thing again."

Fulla tilted her head: "You mean, I underestimate the danger of my opponent again, don't you?"

Mycroft nodded: "You always think that only killing people is the highest level of danger, but in fact, tasks that sound simpler often hide more dangers, and they will always make you hesitate. This time The reason why you will be injured is because you can not put Sherlock in danger, but also protect your identity. At the same time, you want to find clues by yourself and avoid everyone in the Abraham family. All these factors restrict your actions , in the next year, maybe you will face these restrictions."

Fulla frowned: "For the next year, can't you let him calm down a bit!"

Mycroft laughed and said, "If he stops, how can you follow him to Kuwait to find the stronghold of the Fanning Cult?"

Fulla looked at Mycroft: "What did you say?"

Mycroft raised his chin slightly: "You let Cecil Darren go, one is to keep the connection between Sherlock and you, and the other is to use him to find the stronghold of the Fanning Cult. Shirley, already Over the past year, you have not forgotten Alan Babbitt."

Fulla didn't speak, she looked away from Mycroft and stared blankly at the ceiling.

Mycroft continued: "You originally planned to go to Kuwait by yourself after fulfilling your agreement with me to avenge him, didn't you?"

Flam remained silent, and nodded slightly after a while.

"How do you avenge him! Although the Fanning Church was only established for three years, the people it involves include officials and wealthy businessmen from all over the world!" Mycroft frowned: "Do you still remember the The list! It’s three pages long! They are all government officials from various countries! Shirley, please be sober, even if Alan Babbitt was killed by the organization, it cannot cover up that he had blood on his hands. The fact that his teachings have killed many lives!"

"I'm sober!" Fulla said slowly, "I know I can't bring down the Fanning Cult by myself, but all I need is to kill Gil Potts!"

"Gill Potts is one of the founders of the Fanning Cult! You don't even know where their stronghold is, so where do you go to find him!" Mycroft's voice gradually became louder: "Shirley! That's just a mission! Your so-called father is just trying to give you a reasonable identity!"

"But Allen died protecting his daughter Fulla in order to protect me! He was drained of blood by Jill Potts!" Fulla also lost control: "He thought I was his own daughter to the end of his life!"

"Calm down, Shirley." Mycroft tapped the ground with the tip of his umbrella, "You're too easy to fall into the character design, whether it's Ellen's daughter Fulla, or Dominic's little girlfriend Fulla, you Always put too much emotion on you, emotion is a dangerous unfavorable factor, Shirley, this kind of stupid thing will only limit your development, relax, don't get entangled in these."

Fulla calmed down and looked at Mycroft: "Sir, apart from wisdom, you and Sherlock have one other thing that is really similar."

"Oh? What is it?"

"You are all the same, always standing on the commanding heights of self-righteousness, only thinking about yourself, selfish and indifferent."

After sending Mr. Holmes away, Fulla lay on the bed without saying a word, staring at a crack in the ceiling. In her eyes, the crack grew bigger and bigger, branching out, and then the whole wall split like this. With a bang, the wall was smashed open, and a group of rotten human bodies staggered after a middle-aged man. The man ran forward vigorously, but in the end he was surrounded by countless rotting corpses behind him. sucking at his flesh, sucking at his blood, until at last he was a pale, shriveled corpse.Fula reached out, trying to save him, but she was also pulled by the pile of walking corpses, holding her tightly to prevent her from leaving, Fula struggled desperately: "Let me go... let go! Let go! !"

"Ah!" With a low growl from a man, Fulla opened her eyes in a daze: "Sherlock?"

Sherlock covered his left face with his hand, and there was a circle of gauze wrapped around his little finger: "It seems that your injury is not serious, and your strength is still as strong as a cow."

Fulla's voice was hoarse: "Did I just fall asleep?"

Sherlock still covered his face: "Obviously, the weak survivor Miss Fulla can still fall asleep soundly after being so frightened."

Fulla closed her eyes tiredly: "Can you pour me a glass of water?"

Sherlock bared his teeth at Fulla, stood up reluctantly, and took a glass of water: "Here!"

Fulla looked at him innocently: "Sir, both of my arms are injured, how do you want me to drink water by myself!"

Sherlock stuffed the water glass into Fulla's left hand: "Miss Fulla, your left arm is just a flesh wound. After stopping the bleeding and bandaging, the wound is now in a state of healing."

Fulla grabbed the water glass: "But look, sir, I can't lift my arm!" She gritted her teeth and raised her hand up. The arm was less than ten centimeters away from the bed, and then fell down as if powerless.

There are too many flaws in this stupid look!Sherlock didn't know where to complain for a while.He grabbed the water glass: "If you don't want to drink, don't drink it!"

Fulla pouted: "I still remember in the basement, you still slapped my head to tell me not to be afraid, why did you turn your face when you came out!" She turned her head away as if she was cheating: "There is nothing on TV. Wrong, men always do things on their own and don't recognize others!"

Sherlock took a deep breath, he restrained himself not to argue with idiots, and brought the water glass to Fulla's mouth: "Drink quickly!"

Fulla lowered her head and drank a few sips of water, feeling that her throat was not so dry at all, she glanced at Sherlock: "Are you okay, I see your fingers are wrapped in bandages." She stuck out her tongue: "Sorry, it was too late at that time. It's so confusing, I really can't tell whose hand it is."

Sherlock snorted coldly, and continued to feed water into Fulla's mouth.

Fulla took a few more sips: "But what happened to your face? I remember you weren't slapped in the face, eh, no, your face wasn't that big just now! Sir! Your face is swollen!"

Sherlock put the water glass on the bedside table with a bang: "Should I be thankful that Miss Fulla was seriously injured and couldn't even lift her arms? If you weren't injured, the slap just now probably didn't just slap my face swollen. !"

Fulla looked terrified: "What are you talking about! I hit it too!"

Sherlock felt that he was miserable. All the injuries he suffered in this case came from the pig teammates: "If you wake up, tell me, why did Cecil run away?"

Fulla blinked guiltyly: "Well, he ran away after waking up, isn't there nothing I can do..."

"I checked Cecil's condition before I left. He was in a coma due to a head injury, and it's impossible to wake up for a while. In addition to the blood loss, even if he wakes up, he will be dizzy and weak in a short time. In this case, you can completely subdue him. So, tell me why."

Fulla saw Sherlock looking at herself seriously, she shrank back into the bed: "I...I ran out to deal with Teresa..."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes and nodded: "Go on."

Fulla's eyes flickered around: "Doesn't this mean that I am the victim? I just thought, I stunned Teresa with medicine, and I left this tool in the backyard. I'm afraid that the police will have fingerprints or something... "Her voice became smaller and smaller: "But who would have thought that after I dealt with Theresa's side, I went back to the basement, and Cecil was gone..."

Sherlock showed his white teeth and pulled out a smile: "So the police found Teresa unconscious in the backyard, but they didn't know who attacked her. After entering the basement, they only found you unconscious on the stairs, and the murderer was gone. trace.” He was almost in a state of dismay: “It’s hard work! The case was finally solved! But the main suspect escaped! Do you know that you let go of more than one suspect (Fula shakes her head)! You let go It’s not just a suspect who left! What you let go is to continue to trace the witnesses of the Fanning Sect!”

Fulla looked at Sherlock's appearance about to go berserk, she buried her head in guilt and remained silent.

Sherlock took a few deep breaths: "You are not fulfilling your agreement with me, this case is not over yet."

Fulla remained silent. After a while, the chick nodded like a pecking rice,

Sherlock calmed down a bit: "The doctor will discharge you in a few days, and I will pick you up when the time comes, and I will go to a place where you can recuperate."

Fulla raised her head slightly: "It's so good~"

Sherlock took out his mobile phone, bowed his head and pressed a few times: "In Cirencester, we will leave after you are discharged from the hospital."

The author has something to say:

Finally changed the map!Then there will be no outsiders!Concentrate on letting Juanjuan and Dali talk about the case! (Emotional pain means that this is really a chore...)