[TV] She forgot again

The scene suddenly became chaotic.

The poisonous snakes falling from the sky, the passengers screaming in pain, the frantic and panicked flight, the bumpy and vibrating plane, the heavy falling luggage, the merciless trampling...

Every picture seems to be disassembled frame by frame, the clarity is terrifying.

Nicole followed Sherlock closely, holding the Swiss Army Knife in Sherlock's Baobao pocket as a self-defense weapon.At this moment, she was extremely thankful that she had a split personality in the last time she traveled through the world.

It is precisely because of the split personality, among which the perverted murderer and violent personality, that Nicole can more or less understand and be familiar with some methods of "killing" and "abusing people".

Nicole's learning ability is very fast, it is impossible for her to kill a person cleanly, but there is no obstacle to killing a snake.And now that she was in such a critical situation, she felt that all her potential had been unleashed, and she had a vague feeling of being hung up.

With a sound of "Puff", Nicole stabbed the sharp knife into the body of a red poisonous snake behind Vivian's neck, and the blood that came out stained Vivian's hair.

Although Nicole's skills have improved, she is still too nervous to breathe.She was afraid that if she was distracted, the people she cared about would be hurt.

Vivienne pressed her white lips tightly, tightly suppressing the scream that was about to break through her throat.She waved the weapon in her hand randomly and was lucky to block several poisonous snake attacks.

As the right-hand man of underworld giant Christopher, William's skill is self-evident.He stunned most of the poisonous snakes on the way forward, and he had to take time to protect Vivienne.

And Sherlock, holding the simplest weapon, is like a warrior with a sharp sword, killing all directions.Nicole had never seen Sherlock like this before, he looked fierce, brutal and so brave.

The front third of the plane did not seem to have been attacked and spread by the poisonous snake, and even the first-class cabin on the higher ground was still safe.

The panicked crowd rushed to the front amid the loud shouts of the black FBI.

"We have to block them!" The flight attendant rushed to catch the last surviving passenger, and looked at the black FBI Neville Finn in a somewhat bewildered manner.

"Pile up a wall with suitcases! Hurry up!" Finn glanced at the countless boxes and bags that fell on the ground, and thought of a way to temporarily relieve the urgent need.

Everyone moved their hands one after another, carrying the luggage quickly.

Human beings are surprisingly united only when they face a common enemy.

"Stack the luggage in two rows, stagger the stack and fill the gaps between the luggage with padding. If you want this useless luggage wall to last a little longer, do as I say."

Sherlock said to the passengers carrying luggage with an orderly tone.Perhaps it was because his calm and steady voice made people unconsciously want to listen, or most of the people present were too frightened to think how to think, so Sherlock's words did not arouse any doubt or ambiguity, and everyone obeyed obediently. Done.

"The ones in red don't move yet, the ones in black put down the things in their hands first, and then you put down the ones in red."

"You put this on top."

"Put down the useless things in your hand and move the blue box two meters behind you on the left."

"You, that's right, you, don't stand there stupidly like a stake, go get something to fill up the gaps."

"And you..."

Sherlock directed everyone in an orderly manner, and every word seemed to have a calming effect.

Originally, everyone just piled up the suitcases as high as possible, but under Sherlock's command, the suitcases were neatly stacked, forming a relatively strong protective wall that would not collapse soon.

That looks like the king is in the world, pointing the country!

Nicole sighed silently in her heart.

...Well, she knows that now is not the best time to be a nympho, but Mr. Detective's charisma index is about to explode!

After the wall of luggage was piled up, everyone had a chance to breathe.But the kind of creepy, life-threatening fear made many people unable to control the shaking of their limbs, and many people even collapsed on the ground.

Outside the wall are dense venomous snakes and the bodies of more than 50 innocent passengers, including an FBI.Inside the walls are survivors who have escaped from a thrilling escape, bearing the grief of losing their companions or relatives and friends with fear.

For a while, the space was terribly quiet, and at the same time, those pains covered by fear also came online one after another, and many cries of pain gradually sounded in the small space.

Vivian is one of them.

She fell to the ground all of a sudden, belatedly looking at her already swollen calf.The originally white and slender calf was swollen badly, the skin around the wound was red and swollen, and the pus rolling under the skin could be seen in the center of the wound, and it felt like it would explode in the next second.

"Hey, how disgusting!" Vivienne's first reaction made the worried Nicole a little funny.

When has Vivian, the British sweetheart who has always maintained the image of a goddess, seen such a wound that challenges people's vision?And this kind of wound still appeared on his body!

Nicole quickly squatted down, pinched Vivienne's calf, and said angrily, "At least it didn't directly kill you."

"Do you think there will be scars? It couldn't be worse!" Vivian simply sat on the ground and complained to Nicole.

People who eat melons: Girl, where do you have the confidence that you won't die?

William was ashamed to say that he knew both of them.

Sherlock didn't care about the stupid things the two girls were talking about. He first checked that Nicole was safe and sound with a radar-like sight, and then turned his gray jewel-like eyes to look at Vivienne's wound.

"I think I know what to do about this kind of snakebite wound." A mother who was alone with a baby came over and said softly.

"In the mountains and forests, someone will always be bitten, and the wound is similar to this one. As long as you cut the wound with a sharp object, rinse your mouth with olive oil, and suck out the venom to relieve the toxicity. After the plane lands, inject serum. something's up."

After speaking, the well-meaning passengers were ready to find sharp objects and olive oil, but it was obvious that Nicole, as a good friend of the injured, did not move.

Nicole, who was squatting on the ground, raised her head slightly and could see the handsome and charming chin of her Mr. Detective.

Sherlock looked down at the girl squatting there, the little ball looked particularly endearing, her dependence on herself couldn't be more obvious.

"This is an extremely bad suggestion." Sherlock mercilessly rejected the other party's offer.

"Incision will bring a 68% risk of infection, which will cause more troublesome follow-up treatment. Compared with the limbs, the distance from the mouth to the heart is obviously closer. If you use the mouth to inhale venom, even if olive oil will form a protective film, The venom also has a good chance of getting into the body through any tiny breaks in the mucous membranes in the mouth."

"Maybe before the plane lands, there will be two more fresh corpses here." After finishing speaking, Sherlock gave the single woman with a baby a standard smile without any pressure.

The people who eat melons look dull: ...

The kind mother who seemed to be frightened: ...

The gloriously wounded Vivienne: ...

William covered his face again: ...

"Ahem..." Nicole interrupted the sudden eerie silence, then turned to look at the kind and gentle young mother, with a smile that made people feel relieved, "Thank you for your thoughtful advice , but he is not good at euphemisms, so please don't take it to heart."

"It's a fact." The guy with negative EQ didn't seem to cooperate.

Nicole turned her head and glared at Sherlock, her dreamy and charming eyes even glared with connivance.

"Well, you are always right. So big detective, what should we do now?" Nicole felt that she was really taking sides with her own Mr. Detective all the time.

"Make a negative pressure suction device to suck out poisonous blood without expanding the wound." Sherlock said this sentence in a tone like "I want to eat watermelon tonight, you go buy it."

"Where are we going to get some fucking attraction device?" the other bitten people asked aloud.

"Are you kidding me?" A bald middle-aged man with a contemptuous expression yelled wasting his time.

"Anyway, they can't die now, we should think about what to do next!" The bald middle-aged man didn't care about other people, he said to Finn confidently.That haughty look seemed to be giving an order.

The crowd who were a little hesitant after listening to Sherlock's words didn't even bother to think about the device, and all of them stared directly at the bald middle-aged man.

"What are you looking at! You disgusting country bumpkins. I don't want to die on this plane." The man said as he adjusted his cuffs and neckline, as if he was about to go on stage to receive an award, and his wrists were shining golden The watch was also exposed by him.

"This is really bad luck... It's too bad, I shouldn't be on this flight..." The bald man was still muttering, as if he wanted to show his dissatisfaction again.

Just when the other passengers were about to come up and punch him, a voice yelled, "Shut up!"

Nicole's voice has a strong hypnotic effect, but it is different from the past. What is in the current voice is not the whisper of deceptive soft words, but the ice slag like the cold winter in the twelfth lunar month.

The bald man obediently closed his mouth the second Nicole finished speaking, his eyes were dull, as if he lost his soul in an instant.

Even if Nicole asked him to feed the poisonous snake with himself, he would not hesitate at all.

Squinting her smoky eyes to hide the coolness seeping inside, Nicole fiddled with her smoky hair, and asked politely with a smile so sweet that it could melt her heart: "I don't know if there is any People are more familiar with machinery and the like, can they help us create a simple negative pressure suction device?"

The speed of this face-changing is simply not too fast!

A boy about 12 years old weakly raised his hand: "I...I can help."

He was a little scared to speak out, but when he saw Nicole's harmless and stunning face, the boy became a lot bolder: "I can use existing materials to make devices."

Nicole approached the boy, half bent down, and stretched out her hand like a work of art as if inviting him: "Thank you, sweetheart."

The boy blushed suddenly and had a baby-fat face, but he was arrogant: "I'm already 13 years old, you should call me Mr.!"

"Okay, okay, I am a gentleman who is brave enough to do justice." Nicole replied with a smile, holding the boy's chubby little hand and said.

Sherlock, who was robbed of the title of "genius", snorted and argued unhappily: "I don't need a human cub that hasn't fully developed to get in the way."

The boy suddenly jumped up: "I will not get in the way. I have been familiar with various physical machines since I was five years old, and I have won various medals!"

"You are amazing!" Nicole took the opportunity to rub the boy's soft brown hair, which felt like touching a large golden retriever.

After receiving the affirmation, the boy gave Sherlock a provocative look, and ran to make the device.

Nicole, who looked at the two tsundere geniuses with the same attribute and flirted with each other with joy, after comforting the younger one, calmed down the older one with ease.

Only one sentence was used.

"Sherlock is always the best." Nicole leaned close to Sherlock's ear and whispered softly.The warm and sweet breath she exhaled immediately soothed all the other party's dissatisfaction.

Fein was relieved to see that the injured passengers could receive some treatment, but he frowned again when he thought of the large number of poisonous snakes wandering around outside.

"Snakes don't take the initiative to attack humans under normal circumstances, but those guys outside are all crazy!" Finn has a way of dealing with prisoners, but he basically doesn't know anything about snakes.

"Could it be a stimulant injection?" Young Master Kong interjected after thinking for a while, but everyone stared at him in the next second.

"The snakes were sprayed with a biochemical pheromone, which made them aggressive. The pheromone circulated in the air system of the plane, causing the snakes to lose control and commotion." Sherlock's words once again attracted the attention of most people.

This man was terrifyingly calm from the very beginning.

"Every snake in the cabin has a different poison. They come from all over the world, and there are many endangered species. It is impossible to have all the serums in Italy. If you don't want them to survive from the fangs and die under the messy serum , you should inform those idiots on the ground to search for more serum."

Of course, this man is also extremely worthy of beating.

Sherlock said this to Finn.Except for BAU who travels across the world, other government personnel are, in Sherlock's eyes, idiot goldfish whose actions are underground, their brains are completely rusted, and they refuse to accept their own nature.

After showing his FBI ID, William also joined the commanding team, and the addition of an FBI reassured the passengers a lot.

Sherlock didn't care what Finn and William were going to do next, he squeezed out a small orange-reddish snake from his pocket, and held it up to Nicole with a serious face.

Nicole felt that she saw Sherlock's enthusiasm under the serious surface, and the thrills always made Mr. Detective's blood boil.

Seeing the little snake in front of him wriggling its slippery body trying to struggle, and the place in its mouth that used to have fangs is now empty.

Silently took the little snake, Nicole could understand what Sherlock meant without words.