[Comprehensive British and American] The world painting style is not right

Carol first pretended not to be awake, and slowly lay back on the bed, but the person in the room did not respond.She narrowed her eyes, knowing it couldn't be Sherlock.

Despite the high traffic in this hotel, it is impossible for someone to go to the wrong room and get in through the locked door.Moreover, that person's breathing was very shallow. If it wasn't for Carol, who was extremely sensitive to the surrounding environment, most people would not have noticed his existence.

This shows that the identity of the intruder is very special, he is not a resident of the store, and he does not want to be traced.Carol's heart tightened, and she thought that there was a high possibility that he was the serial killer she had heard about before.

In such a dangerous situation, Carol's first reaction was to calm down as soon as possible, first stabilize this person, and then find Sherlock.She closed her eyes, and due to the extreme silence around her, she soon realized that the intruder was in the southeast corner of the room.

It's a pity that the bed is some distance away from that place, but she has supernatural powers and can suddenly appear behind the intruder without anyone noticing.

Carol's ability to control time became more proficient. She felt that the person's breathing had stopped within a few seconds, and the air seemed to freeze.

Carol knocked on the wooden wall immediately, and Sherlock in the next room reacted very quickly, and he woke up when he heard the sound of "dong dong".Carol raised her wand and pointed in the direction of the intruder and called, "Stupefy."

The intruder standing in that corner was rigid, his legs immobilized.When Sherlock entered the room, the intruder just fell down uncontrollably.

When Carol saw Sherlock, she quickly pointed to his hanging ring, "Sherlock, help me tie him up!"

"Carol Ann, you really like to kill chickens with a sledgehammer." Sherlock raised his eyebrows. Even though he said so, he conjured up a rope to tie up the intruder according to Carol's intention.

Carol chanted the lighting spell, and the dark room suddenly lit up.They could clearly see a ragged man in the corner with many wounds on his body.The blood at the wound had coagulated, forming a dark red scab.

When the intruder woke up, he moved his body, and immediately found that he was restrained and unable to move.He raised his eyes and looked at the two people in front of him. The broken hair on his forehead did not cover his bright eyes, and his eyes were firm.

The intruder remained silent as if he was not prepared to defend himself. Carol glanced at Sherlock and asked his permission, "Who are you?"

"My name is Spencer." The corners of his lips were slightly drawn, revealing a faint smile, "I think you should know my identity."

Although Spencer looked a little embarrassed, it did not damage his brave and noble temperament in the slightest.Carol thinks he doesn't look like a bad guy, but people can't be judged by their appearance, in case he uses this appearance to deceive the victim.

Carol made up her mind to ask clearly, "Does the serial murder outside have something to do with you?"

Spencer's expression changed, and he suddenly showed a trace of grief, as if he had been hit by grief, but he regained his composure in an instant.He still maintained his arrogant attitude, but his tone was suspicious, "How do you know?"

"Of course I know." Carol rolled her eyes, she didn't expect to find out that he was a murderer so quickly, "The whole town is looking for you, you are wanted!"

"Why do you want me wanted?" Spencer frowned.

"Didn't you kill those people?" Carol was a little impatient. He was indeed an experienced criminal, and he was still trying to cover up his crime. "You..."

"It wasn't him." Sherlock suddenly interrupted Carol, and he looked at Spencer, "If I'm not mistaken, you know the victim in the case?"

Spencer lowered his eyes, and nodded slowly after a while, "It's my family that died."

"So you're being hunted down by that killer now?" Sherlock continued to ask.

"Will you help me?" There was hope in Spencer's eyes, and his body bound by the rope was leaning forward, waiting for Sherlock's answer.

"The reason." Sherlock sat on the chair and tapped his fingers lightly on the chair, "I want to hear a reasonable explanation."

Spencer was silent. He wanted to speak a few times, but retracted his body when the words came to his lips.He seemed to have something he didn't want to tell them, but he still raised his head unwillingly, "I have nothing left, please..."

Sherlock stopped him with his hand, "It's impossible for us to help someone whose origin is unknown. If those people hunted you down because you killed someone else's family..."

"I didn't!" Spencer became angry, his eyes were bloodshot, tired but bright, he seemed to have lost his fighting spirit, and suddenly fell back, "That's not a murderer , a group of half-orcs."

"They wanted to kill me because I killed the leader of the orcs." Spencer's tone slowly calmed down, "I originally wanted to escape back to the territory of the wolf tribe, but the leader of the wolf tribe was worried that the orcs would attack the territory and exiled me. My family."

"Are you a werewolf?" Carol captured this key message.

Spencer raised his head and glanced at Carol, with sarcasm in his eyes, "Aren't you too? You're going to die like those cold-blooded werewolves."

Carol took a step back frightened by his angry eyes, Sherlock supported her, and said to Spencer, "She's emotionally unstable, don't scare her."

"Yeah." Spencer replied in a low voice, as if he didn't have much hope for Sherlock and Carol.

"We can help you, Spencer," Sherlock said.

Spencer looked at Sherlock in disbelief. He didn't know how to respond for a moment, and after thinking about it for a long time, he said, "Can you get me something to eat?"

"I'll go." Carol volunteered.

"You're so stupid, what if some orcs sneak into the hotel?" Sherlock stopped Carol, and when he walked to the door, he realized that he seemed to have forgotten to untie Spencer, "I'll untie you when I get back, Lest you scare her again."

Spencer pouted, and after Sherlock left, he asked Carol, "Is this your husband or your boyfriend?"

Carol shook her head, "None."

"He's not afraid that I'll scare you, he's obviously worried that we'll be in the same room." Spencer smiled, "Then he must like you."

Sherlock likes her?Carol froze for a moment.