[Shen Xia] Tricked away a big detective

Damn it!Fulla's loud voice not only attracts Sherlock, but also the pursuers who had already left.

Fulla happily ran over to Sherlock: "I just went to the bookstore to return the book! Then I saw that you were not in the park, and you didn't answer my phone call. I didn't expect you to be here! Hey! What are you running for! "

Sherlock saw that the pursuer who had already run away turned around and chased after him. He didn't have time to pay attention to Fulla, turned around and ran, and was caught before taking two steps.

Fu Dali pulled Sherlock's arm with a puzzled expression: "Why did you see me running?"

This delay, the people behind have already caught up.At this moment, Sherlock wanted to chop up the girl in front of him and let him join yesterday's trash.Perhaps sensing a gloomy killing intent, Fulla let go of Sherlock awkwardly: "It's okay, you can run."

What a ghost!Panting for breath, Sherlock pushed Fulla into the alley: "Hurry up and go."

Five people caught up from the opposite side, and the man at the head said to Sherlock: "Sure enough, as long as there is a case, the big detective can smell it."

Sherlock saw the person coming, and said, "Pierce Abel, there are a few unknown friends, don't you leave here quickly, instead of sending them to your door?"

Pierce, the leader, said viciously: "Leave? The streets are full of our wanted men, where can we go!"

Sherlock grinned: "Oh, without your criminal consultant, Pierce, who has committed 3 serious injuries and 2 homicides, can't escape from the UK?"

Pierce took out a gun from his pocket and pointed at Sherlock: "If I tie you up, maybe I can escape unscathed." Then he said with a smile: "The famous consulting detective Sherlock Holmes, I don't know that you are alone, Can you change the lives of the few of us?"

Sherlock raised his hands: "Okay, I can go with you first." After speaking, he walked slowly towards Pierce, thinking about how to take the gun from his hand.

Just after taking two steps to that side, I felt a blur in front of my eyes, and a gunshot sounded in my ears.Sherlock flicked to the wall at the first moment, took a closer look, and saw Fulla, who had just been pushed away by him, wielding a stick that he did not know where, and directly shot the gun in Pierce's hand. landed.

Pierce only felt a sharp pain in his arm joints, and subconsciously pulled the trigger, but due to inertia, the bullet shot directly to the ground.His hands were numb from the town, and just as he realized it, he was hit on the head with a stick one after another.

Sherlock stared dumbfounded at Fulla beating Pierce to the point of bleeding, and the four people around were also stunned by the sudden situation. By the time they finally realized, Fulla had already knocked down another person.The girl's movements were very fast, and her hands were directed towards her head.The first second Sherlock came to his senses, he picked up the pistol first, and shot at the hands of the opposite people without hesitation, cutting off the possibility of the other party shooting.

Without the gun, these five people are not Fulla's opponents at all. In short, Sherlock leaned against the wall with his arms folded, examining the one-sided beating in front of him.Fulla is really strong, and ordinary people can't stop her when she swings down with a stick.She hit the opponent's shoulder and neck with a stick, and from time to time his head exploded. The person who was hit was dizzy and had no power to resist. Fulla pulled him up with one hand and threw him to the side of the road. , turned around and continued to enter the battlefield.

It didn't take long for the five of them to lie down in a ball like sacks, with a big lump visible to the naked eye on their head, which was so miserable that they couldn't bear to look directly, and their faces were covered with a layer of blood.Sherlock walked up to them and touched Pierce, who was pressed at the bottom, with his foot: "Tsk tsk tsk."

Fulla carried the stick and walked into Sherlock, staring at him with bright eyes.

Sherlock was a little hairy under Fulla's stare, he reached out and took out the stick in Fulla's hand, and threw it to the side of the road, feeling a little better in his heart: "Let's go."

Fulla didn't move: "I heard it!"

Sherlock put his pocket in his pocket and asked, "Hear what?"

Fulla continued to stare: "They call you Sherlock Holmes, you are not Peter Coster at all, you are the consulting detective!"

Sherlock raised his eyebrows: "Oh? So what?"

Fulla stepped forward and grabbed Sherlock's clothes: "I don't care what you want to do, or don't tell others about it, but you have to do me a favor!"

Sherlock was pulled violently by the girl, and leaned forward slightly: "What's the matter?"

There was a gleam in Fulla's eyes: "I want an identity certificate, plus leaving London."

Sherlock pulled himself away from Fulla: "Identification? I can't do that."

Fulla didn't believe it: "You can definitely, this is not a difficult task for Sherlock Holmes!"

Sherlock straightened his collar: "I didn't expect you to think so highly of me?"

Fulla lowered her head: "Please, I must have an identity card, any temporary one will do."

Sherlock asked calmly, "What do you want this for?"

"I have to leave London." Fulla looked at Sherlock's questioning expression and said, "I have to leave London, or Dick will sell me out!"

Sherlock looked at the rare anxious girl opposite, and asked, "I thought he liked you."

"He only likes money!" Fulla said angrily, "He won't like anyone, please Mr. Holmes, I can't be sold to Abraham by him!"

Finally hearing the name, Sherlock looked at Fulla differently.He always felt that Dick wanted to sell Fulla, and he thought that this stupid girl would not be able to see it at all, but he did not expect that the buyer was actually the target of his action-Abel Abraham.He asked gently: "Isn't Mr. Abraham a very rich hotel tycoon, if you go to his place, wouldn't it be much better than wandering around now?"

Fulla shook her head violently: "No, no, no! I can't fall into his hands! Absolutely not!" She was about to burst into tears: "Please sir, please send me away, as long as I leave London, you You won't worry about me revealing your true identity!"

Sherlock's intention was indeed to hand over the girl who broke his vest to Mycroft. The best way is to send her away directly, but now that she heard that she was going to be sold to Abraham, Sherlock changed his mind instantly. .He held Fulla's shoulders comfortingly and asked, "Why are you so resistant to going to Abraham? Tell me, what are you afraid of?"

Fulla visibly trembled, her lips moved, but she didn't speak.

Sherlock asked patiently: "Don't be afraid, did you see what he did? Tell me, maybe I can help you?"

Fulla looked up, and she said, "I broke him and killed people."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes: "He killed someone? How is that possible! He holds a charity gala every year!"

Fulla hastily denied: "Really! I saw it! Just three months ago! In that abandoned hotel on Paul Street! He killed a woman! He didn't just kill her, he, he!" Having said that, Fulla was at a loss for words.

Hearing this, Sherlock straightened up and re-examined the crying girl in front of him.He no longer used the gentle tone before, and said directly: "I can give you identification, but I have one condition."

Fulla didn't notice the sudden change in Sherlock's tone: "What!"

Sherlock said: "I want you to be sold to Abraham's house to find clues for me."

Fulla's eyes widened: "Are you kidding me? I only need an ID to avoid being sold out!"

Sherlock took out his phone and pressed it a few times without looking up: "However, you have no choice but to follow my arrangement."

Fulla laughed back angrily, "Mr. Holmes, you must know that I have a handle on you. You don't want half of London to know the news of the great detective's resurrection tomorrow morning, right?"

Holmes put the phone back in his pocket and looked up at Fulla: "Three months ago, you smuggled to London with a group of refugees. Because you were afraid of any accidents on the way, you cut your hair short and pretended to be a boy. But you were still caught on the road." A man discovers his identity, arrives in London, lures you into that abandoned hotel in Paul Street, and tries to rape you. You fight back and strangle him."

Fulla took a step back in shock: "What are you talking about!"

Sherlock continued: "You killed someone, and you were very flustered, so you dragged the body and hid it under the bed in the room, trying to leave, but someone came outside, and you hid behind the door in a hurry. The person who came was Mr. Abraham and the woman he tortured and killed, you witnessed the whole process of his abuse, and even saw him take out the woman's heart at the end. Unfortunately, due to nervousness, you made a noise, which attracted Abraham's attention, although you escaped , but he still saw the face."

Fulla's face turned pale, and she desperately tried to defend herself: "You're talking nonsense! You have no proof! You're all talking nonsense yourself!"

Sherlock grabbed Fulla's hand: "Evidence? The neck of the male corpse under the bed has deep strangle marks and thick knuckles. It is impossible for ordinary women to do it. Plus the female corpse on the bed, so the idiots of Scotland Yard Everyone still thinks that the murderer is a man." He glanced at Fula's hand that was twitching desperately, the palm was broad and the fingers were long, the knuckles were thick and covered with calluses: "But look at these hands, with all your strength, It's all evidence."

Fulla felt that her legs were going to be weak, she held on and asked, "What do you want?"

Sherlock let go of Fulla: "The reason why Dick took you in and kept you with him is because of Mr. Abraham's request, but because he found that your appearance is a good way to make money, he kept two more of you." Months. It was too late when you discovered all this. Dick's eyeliner was everywhere, and you, a criminal, couldn't escape. You didn't dare to call the police, because you knew that Abraham was caught, and you, a murderer, couldn't escape. .”

"I'm not a murderer!" Fulla cried out in despair, "It's him! If he hadn't forced me, I wouldn't have strangled him to death by mistake!" She couldn't hold on any longer, collapsed on the ground and cried.

Sherlock knelt down and patted Fulla on the back: "Don't cry, as long as you listen to me, I can guarantee your safety and let you leave London when the matter is over."

Fulla was very confused, the biggest shadow in her heart was pierced by Sherlock every sentence, crying and trembling all over.Sherlock didn't panic, he followed Fulla's back over and over until she stopped crying.

"How do you guarantee my safety?" Fulla asked with her head lowered.

Sherlock helped her stand up: "As long as you successfully enter Abraham's house, I will have a way to let him leave the UK for a period of time. As long as you find the evidence I want during this time, we can escape unscathed."

The author has something to say:

The little angels who read the article told me, is the development of my plot a bit slow, and it’s been seven chapters and I haven’t entered the case yet?Isn't it too slow in front? ?