[Comprehensive] Curly detective fancy strategy

The appearance of Maggie made Helen couldn't help biting her lips slightly and lowered her head, the sadness in her heart inexplicably became heavier.

Maggie wanted so much to reach out and touch Helen gently, but thinking of the symptoms on her body, in order not to make Helen feel more disgusted with her, she reluctantly gave up this alluring move.

"Okay, Helen, you have a good rest, I'm leaving first."

Maggie glanced slightly at the portrait of Sherlock on the ground. Although she really wanted to stop Helen's actions, seeing Helen's quiet and soft side face, she held back and didn't say anything. She just told Helen: .

Seeing that Maggie had already left the room, this made Helen slightly relax.

She kept her gaze fixed on Sherlock's portrait for a long time, which made Helen feel a little more secure, and she didn't feel so afraid even if she stayed in this room.

In fact, what Maggie didn't tell Helen was that even if she stopped taking the medicine now, the medicine that Helen had taken before would still work in her body, and she would also gradually lose her memory.

Suddenly, just as Maggie walked out of Helen's room, her cell phone rang.

She took it out and saw Moriarty displayed on it, which made Maggie frown in boredom.

"What are you calling for?" Maggie said angrily to Moriarty on the phone.

"Hey, hey, I know I'm disturbing you and sweetheart and making you unhappy, but after all, I told you all about my dear Sherlock's weaknesses, otherwise how could you put him down so easily? "

"To me, the person who made great efforts to get you my lovely disciple, my partner, can't you have a better attitude?"

Moriarty's malicious and cute voice appeared on the phone again, which really disgusted Maggie.

"No, in return, didn't I give Sherlock to you?" Maggie was still very impatient with Moriarty.

But Moriarty repeatedly retorted in a tone of being greatly wronged: "No, no, you got Helen, but I didn't get Sherlock."

"Sherlock's cute little weaknesses were provided to me by a friend. In return, I sent Sherlock to her."

"After all, Sherlock is her favorite, and she has been waiting for years to see him." Moriarty sighed vaguely.

But Maggie had no intention of exploring the meaning of his words, and said with a sneer, "Sherlock is really attractive to women!"

Moriarty was told by Maggie, and thinking about it carefully, it seems that this is really the case.His ex-disciple is now his girlfriend, and the only friend he unilaterally considers in his heart is Sherlock.

Moriarty: "..." Thinking about it carefully, I feel inexplicably stuck in my heart.

The criminal boss, who was in a bad mood for a moment, immediately hung up the phone with Maggie, which made Maggie puzzled. Did he come here to play tricks on her on purpose?

In that unique mental hospital, after Sherlock was handed over to the doctor, he immediately wanted to dissect him.

It's just that another group of people rushed out to find fault, of course it was the doctor's enemy who came to find fault with him.

"Ha, I've also taken a fancy to this newcomer, you get out of the way!"

It was a strong man with muscular tattoos, rushed out and yelled at the doctor, he had been looking at this little four eyes for a long time.

"No, this is my prey, I have to dissect him first." The doctor also walked over and looked at him without giving in.

"Hmph, it's obvious that the newcomer should give it to the boss first, do you want to keep it privately?"

Hearing the muscular man mention the boss, a trace of fear flashed in the eyes of the four-eyed doctor.

Standing aside, Sherlock watched the two people quarreling over his right to use. There was a sneer on the corner of his lips, but he said indifferently: "Why don't you compete? It's either whoever rapes the prey or whoever Is it?"

Sherlock's words were suggestive and hypnotic. The two people were already on the verge of breaking out, and with Sherlock's fuel on the fire, they immediately rushed towards each other fiercely.

These two are experienced killers, their attacks are extremely ruthless, and the scene is extremely bloody and cruel.

But Sherlock's face remained unchanged, he just frowned slightly, and stood aside indifferently.

"As expected of Sherlock," clapping applause suddenly sounded here, and a crisp female voice came: "You are better than I expected."

Sherlock turned around and saw a pale girl in a hospital gown with loose black hair walking towards him.

She stared straight at him with very focused eyes, as if looking at a lost and found treasure.

But the strange thing is, under such eyes, Sherlock didn't feel offended, but this girl made Sherlock feel indescribably concerned.

"I heard that you fell in love with a girl. I thought love would change you. I didn't expect you to be the same as me."

As the girl spoke, she glanced at the cruel and bloody picture beside her, but her face had the same indifference as Sherlock's.

Every word the girl said made Sherlock's eyes darker.

She knows her name, and she knows everything about herself, who is this girl?

"You must have had x love? How is it, how does x feel?"

The girl walked up to Sherlock, was very close to him, looked at him and asked quietly.

But Sherlock didn't dodge her approach, but just looked at her with an unclear expression.

The appearance of this girl always gave him an indescribable feeling in his heart.

But, after hearing her words, x?Sherlock naturally and inevitably thought of Helen.

He thought of Helen's soft and tender feeling of letting him toss every time under his body, as if he could break her with a light pinch, it was so soft that it was unbelievable.

The pleasure of her whole body is controlled by herself, given by herself, and all the beauty that belongs to her blooms under her lips, tongue, hands, and movements.

He thought of the happiness she brought him even more, the feeling of soul mingling, which made him tremble for her, and the feeling of being with Helen is naturally good.

Although Sherlock didn't answer her words, and his face didn't even change significantly, the girl had already seen the answer in his eyes.

"It looks good." She nodded slightly to Sherlock, and said with a light smile, "Do you still want to see her again?"

"If you believe me, go out from here, this is the only way out of this island."

The girl pointed to Sherlock in a direction, and after Sherlock looked along her hand for a look, he turned around and took a deep look at her, and then quickly ran there.

"Remember, my name is Olos."

The girl watched Sherlock run away and spoke loudly into his background.

Then she began humming softly a song: "I'm lost, who will find me? Old beech, deep down. East wind blows, I ask for help. Sixteen by six, my brother, down Forward."

Mycroft searched everywhere, but he couldn't find any trace of Sherlock.

This is obviously impossible, unless it is her, the only person who can do this is her.

But she has already been imprisoned in Sherringford Prison by herself, it is impossible for her to come out!

Mycroft was emphasizing this point in his heart, but he stood up abruptly from his seat, and told Ancia, "Arrange a plane for me, I'm going to Sherinford."

Sherinford is a small island, and there is a prison in the depths, where the most dangerous group of people in the world are imprisoned.

However, even Mycroft didn't know that this place had already been controlled by her.

When Sherlock had just left the island, he met Mycroft who came to look for him.

Although Mycroft hoped so much in his heart not to see Sherlock here, after all, his hope came to nothing.

"Mycroft, how did you find this place?" Sherlock asked.

He was a little curious about this. Before that, Sherlock never knew that there was such a place in the world.

"Oh, I have my own way."

Although Mycroft's face remained unchanged and his tone was still so annoying, Sherlock still keenly noticed that something was wrong with McCoff.

Especially the probing gaze he put on himself made it hard for Sherlock to ignore it.

But now Helen's matter is important, and Sherlock has no time to solve what is wrong with Mycroft.

"Mycroft, take me out of here quickly!"

When Helen woke up again, she found that there were fewer and fewer things she could remember clearly.

She couldn't even remember who the man in the painting was, but drawing his portrait every day had become Helen's obsession.

She always remembered that she was going to do such a thing, and Helen had already painted portraits of Sherlock all over the room.