European and American Style Liaozhai

When Yun Xiangdi received a short message from Steve that he needed to go on a business trip, he was drawing evil charms on the wall of the villa. When he came here today, he found that there were several decoration workers in his house who had weak auras, and the one next door to him The neighbor was murdered, but he was full of resentment. He was worried that some workers would accidentally get resentment and something would happen at work, so he rushed over overnight to take protective measures.

Steve's behavior of actively reporting his whereabouts to his friends is actually a bit strange, but Yun Xiangdi didn't feel it. After he finished drawing the talisman, he dropped the pen and sent Steve back a text message: 'How many days are you going to be on a business trip? '

Over there, Steve was debating whether he should keep a certain distance from Yun Xiangdi, but when he saw the text message, he replied honestly with his fingers: "At least three days. '

Yun Xiangdi knew that his so-called business trip was actually a mission of S.H.I.E.L.D., so he didn't ask him where he was going, but only replied: "You must pay attention to safety when you go out. Recently, I don't particularly trust the security of the United States." '

During the day, Yun Xiangdi heard that Sherlock said that the death of his next-door neighbor was a serial murder case. After returning to the hotel at night, he checked it out, and found out a bunch of abnormal murder cases. Some information on BAU.

Yes, it is the BAU in a well-known American drama, so one can imagine how poor the law and order in the United States is in this world.

Of course, to Steve, those perverted killers are just insignificant little bugs. Yun Xiangdi just wanted to find a reason for his concern. After all, he couldn't tell Steve directly be careful.

Steve thought that Yun Xiangdi said that because he thought about the murder of his neighbor, so he told him, "Don't go to the villa by yourself in the past few days, and I will accompany you there when I come back." '

Yun Xiangdi glanced at the big house behind him, and replied, "Understood, I will definitely not go alone." '

He always acts together with one person and one cat, and he is definitely not alone.

This is the second time Yun Xiangdi has promised him, but Steve is still not at ease. Yun Xiangdi has a bad record with him. When they met for the first time, Yun Xiangdi promised him He wouldn't go out alone at night, but he went out by himself that night, and was almost in danger.So Steve thought about it, and still sent a text message to Tony, asking him to pay attention to Yun Xiangdi's situation in the past few days.

After talking with Tony, Steve sent another text message to Yun Xiangdi: "Yun, if you are obedient, I will bring you a gift when you come back." '

What kind of coaxing tone is this!

Yun Xiangdi pouted speechlessly, and asked: "I'm not good, so you won't give me a present?" '

'That can only be given to you on your birthday. ' replied Steve.

'Then you won't buy me a birthday present? ' asked Yun Xiangdi.

'Will give it to you with a birthday present. ' said Steve.

Master Yunxian said that he is not very rare in gifts, but he still replied honestly: "There are still several months before my birthday, it seems that I have to be obedient in order to get the gift sooner." '

Seeing Yun Xiangdi's words, Steve couldn't help laughing.Then he immediately received a teasing look from Clinton, Steve coughed uncomfortably, turned around and continued to send text messages to Yun Xiangdi: "Since you are ready to be a good boy, go to bed quickly, Now it was late. '

'I'm going to sleep now, goodnight Steve. '

'Good night, Cloud. '

After exchanging good night with Steve, Yun Xiangdi stuffed the phone into his pocket, then picked up Bucky who was wreaking havoc in the garden, "Bucky, you little villain, we should go back."

Bucky, with a weed on his head, rubbed against Yun Xiangdi's arms, and cried out happily: "Meow (this big garden is really nice)~~~"

Yun Xiangdi threw away the ostentatious weed and said to it: "It seems that you like this place very much, but we still have to wait for a while before we can live here."

"Meow (it's okay, it's not too late)." Bucky stretched out his paw and patted Yun Xiangdi's arm, leaving a clear plum blossom mark.

"You're really getting worse." Yun Xiangdi slapped the evil cat's paw, and then helplessly took out a handkerchief to help Bucky wipe off the mud on the paw.

Bucky lay comfortably in Yun Xiangdi's arms, stretching out three paws for Yun Xiangdi to wipe for him, his appearance was really grandpa's.

While the person and the cat were whispering, the door of the villa next door was quietly opened by a hand, and then two figures, one tall and one short, slipped in quietly.

These two people are Sherlock and Watson.

During the day, Sherlock accidentally stumbled and broke his tongue. When he arrived at the hospital, he was bleeding all over. The doctor said that he had lost too much blood and asked him to stay in the hospital overnight. He escaped when he went to the toilet.

Watson had no choice but to follow him, but his heart was filled with complaints.

"I don't understand why you have to come to this kind of place at night. Could you find evidence in such a dark place?" Watson said under his throat.

Sherlock stared at Watson with his gray-green eyes, pursed his lips and made a flashlight gesture at Watson with an unhappy face.His tongue is still stiff and he can't speak clearly, so he has been silently enduring Watson's provocation all the way, and now he has almost reached the extreme.

Watson didn't care how angry Sherlock was. He glared back at Sherlock and said angrily, "Do you think I have a flashlight growing on me?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes at him, and made a gesture of making a phone call angrily, the word idiot was almost written on that face.

Watson, whose IQ had been despised countless times, became even more angry. He took out his mobile phone, turned on the flashlight on it, and said to the stairs: "It's ready now."

Sherlock reluctantly nodded, then raised his chin, put his hands in his coat pockets, and walked towards the stairs.

Watson took a deep breath, looked at the annoying figure, and resignedly followed with his mobile phone.

At this moment, the door of the villa suddenly closed with a "crack", the two of them paused at the same time, and turned their heads to look over.

"Sherlock, did we close the door just now?" Watson asked uncertainly.

Sherlock squinted his eyes and nodded at him. He will never forget what happened a few minutes ago. Watson did close the door just now.

Watson immediately turned off the flashlight of the mobile phone, and then the two looked at each other, and at the same time grabbed something at hand and leaned against the wall.

'Is the murderer revisiting his hometown? ' Watson winked at Sherlock.

'perhaps. ' Sherlock poked out half of his head cautiously to observe.

There was no one in the hall, and only the breathing of him and Watson could be heard in the whole hall. It seemed that there was no one else here, but after being hunted down by the Black Lotus Gang, Sherlock could no longer fully believe that he was in this area. judged.

He continued to look around vigilantly, scanning every corner, even the ceiling, but he still didn't find any clues.

"Boom, boom, boom."

There was a slight sound upstairs, as if someone was stepping barefoot on a wooden floor.

The two held their breath and waited until the sound stopped before quietly going upstairs along the stairs.

The stairs were covered with thick carpets, and the two walked as lightly as possible, obviously there should be no sound, but they still clearly heard the sound of their toes touching the floor.

Watson's muscles all tightened up. For some reason, he felt an indescribably strange aura in the room.

He told himself that he was too nervous, but that strange feeling was as random as a shadow, and he even felt something was blowing cold air on his neck.

Watson turned his head quietly, looking behind him out of the corner of his eye, and then he saw a white shadow quickly slipping past his eyes.

That looks like a girl.

Watson told himself this, and at the same time a cold sweat broke out on his back.

"Sherlock!" Watson grabbed Sherlock's coat hem.

Sherlock turned back dissatisfied, and asked him what he was doing with his eyes.

"I see a shadow," said Watson softly.

'What shadow? ' Sherlock asked him with his eyes.

Watson didn't answer him. He said, "It's a bit weird here, Sherlock. We'll come back tomorrow."

'What do you really want? ' Sherlock's eyes were filled with impatience.

"Let's go, that shadow is too strange." Watson said.

'Are you talking about ghosts? Sherlock made a floating pose, and then looked at Watson mockingly, as if saying, "It's a joke that you, a soldier who has been on the battlefield, are afraid of ghosts." '

Peanut also felt a little bit of that, but the shadow just now was too weird, he ensured that he could see clearly that it was a girl, but normal people would not fly past him at that speed.

"Sherlock, seriously, we'll come back tomorrow," Watson begged.

'no way! ' Sherlock made a gesture of refusal, and then resolutely walked towards the direction where the voice disappeared on the second floor.

Sherlock's movements were very quick, and his posture looked like a sensitive and vigorous cat, rushing to the front in the blink of an eye.

"Damn it!" Watson cursed in his heart, and then chased after him without hesitation. If there is a ghost here, then he must not let Sherlock stay here alone.

Sherlock had stopped outside that room, he gently grasped the brass doorknob, and then turned it open with a "click".

A girl in the room was talking softly: "How many colors are there in the sky? White, blue, purple, yellow, cyan, black..."

The girl's voice was nice, but it seemed a little eerie in this dark room.

'You see her. ' Sherlock glanced at Watson.

Watson didn't look at him. He looked at the girl in the room who was mixing paint with her back facing them, and couldn't help swallowing.

There was a "gudong", which was very obvious in the silent room.

The girl seemed to have noticed all this, she turned her head and said with a smile: "Sir, are you back?"

Sherlock and Watson stopped breathing at the same time.

What kind of face was that, covered with dense cracks, like a cracked oil painting.No, it was indeed a painting, a painting they were very familiar with.

It was Greet, the girl with the pearl earring.