European and American Style Liaozhai

"Sherlock, what should we do now?" Watson asked tremblingly, he had never realized that he would be so timid, but he really couldn't help himself not to tremble.

The moment Sherlock saw Greeter, his brain froze for a few seconds. At that moment, most of the huge thinking palace in his mind collapsed. He felt a little dizzy, as if the whole world had turned upside down. The change.

However, the powerful CPU inherited from the Holmes family immediately helped him get back to work. When Watson's voice fell, Sherlock grabbed his hand and shouted: "Run!"

The two men who often staged chasing scenes immediately turned their heads and ran towards the stairs, but the rows of portraits hanging on both sides of the corridor suddenly seemed to come alive and formed a painting wall blocking their way.

Watson and Sherlock turned immediately, intending to go downstairs on the other side.They walked around the villa during the day and knew that there were stairs at the other end of this corridor to go downstairs.

But the two obviously forgot that Griet was not standing still, so when they turned around, they met Griet's face full of cracks.

They were not close, but that face felt as if they were close at hand. Sherlock and Watson could clearly see every fine line on her face, as well as the darkness in the lines.

The two stood there stiffly, they stared at her face and dared not move, and then they heard her ask: "Gentlemen, are you here to buy paintings?"

Her voice was still so beautiful, and it caused echoes in this empty house, one after another, it sounded like there were countless women standing in every corner of the room and sighing plaintively, hearing the two people's hairs all over their bodies All stood up.

Then they saw that her lips, which should have been full and plump, opened like cheeks, and turned into a bloody mouth in an instant, and they heard her say again: "Follow me, two, I will take you past."

As she said that, Ge Liye stretched out her hands. She looked like she was going to invite them, but those hands stretched out longer and longer.

The two immediately ran back again, trying to violently break through the painted wall in front of them.But when they raised their legs and kicked at the portraits, the people in the paintings stretched out their hands towards them.

Before the two of them could react, one of their legs was grabbed by the hand in the portrait, and they were dragged to the ground at the same time, and then dragged forcefully towards the painted wall.

"Shit!!!"

Watson roared and began to struggle, but those hands were as strong as handcuffs, and they fixed his legs so tightly that he could not move.

"Sherlock, think of a way!" Watson screamed, and he had already seen Gretel's hand reaching towards his and Sherlock's necks.

She wants to strangle them!

Watson had this dreadful thought in his mind.

"I was thinking!" cried Sherlock, who of course thought the same thing.

Sherlock knew that they must not be choked, or it would be cold tonight.But there was nothing in his mind that could tell him what to do with the damned ghost.

Who the hell would have known that there were ghosts in this world, if he had known, he would have read books on this subject, but damn he hadn't read such books at all!

"Sherlock!!!" Watson shouted in despair. He really regretted that he didn't leave just now. If God gave him a chance, he swore that he would leave Sherlock and leave the villa by himself.No, he swears that he will never live in 221B, let Sherlock die alone, he doesn't care!

But God obviously wouldn't give him this chance, he could only watch as Greyet's cracked hand stretched out to his neck.

"Sherlock, what are you doing!" Watson yelled.

"Stop howling!" Sherlock yelled back, and then he took out a pistol from somewhere on his body, and pulled the trigger on Greyet.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Four bullets hit Greyet, and then penetrated her body without accident and fell to the ground.

"Shit!!!"

Even though he had expected this to happen, Sherlock couldn't help but cursed angrily.

Immediately afterwards, before he could resist again, he and Watson's necks were clasped tightly by a cold and sticky hand.

Some people say that people will recall all the things in their life before death, but Sherlock may not get this opportunity because there are too many things in his mind. He can only roll his eyes and feel the process of death in pain.

"Monster, stop!"

Just when Sherlock's consciousness began to blur, he suddenly heard someone shouting in his ear, and after a bang, the hands holding him disappeared instantly.

Sherlock immediately covered his neck, gasping for breath, trying to open his tear-blurred eyes and stare at the direction from which the voice came.

Then Sherlock saw the double-faced boy wearing a white padded jacket and holding a cat standing on the stairs. He glanced at him and Watson indifferently, and then a yellow card appeared in his hand. The note was thrown in the direction of Greyet.

"what!"

Greeter screamed terribly. Sherlock saw that the yellow paper pasted on her forehead burned by itself. Her head was immediately set ablaze. The flames quickly spread throughout her body. She began to shrink and curl up. It took a few seconds for the female ghost who almost killed him and Watson to turn into a few pieces of black ashes, which fell on the ground and were swept away by a gust of cold wind.

In the end, everything finally calmed down. Yun Xiangdi hugged Bucky and walked to the two of them, kicked Sherlock's leg with his toe, and said condescendingly, "Let's go if you're fine, the commotion just now was not small."

"Cough, you, cough, who is it?" Sherlock asked, lying on the ground with his back bent.

"The person who saved you." Yun Xiangdi said.

"..." Sherlock froze for a moment, then replied, "Thank you."

"No, it's not in vain." Yun Xiangdi said, then squeezed Bucky's paw and bent down to press on the back of Sherlock's hand, saying: "Please pay within three days, late payment will be at your own risk. In addition, tonight Please remember to keep the matter confidential, Mr. Holmes should not want to know the consequences of leaking the secret."

"You..." Sherlock was stunned again, and was about to say something more, but Yun Xiangdi had already turned around and went downstairs, and disappeared in an instant.

Sherlock lowered his head, looked at the back of his hand by the moonlight, and found that there was a small string of numbers printed on it, which was the account number of the bank card.

Yun Xiangdi, who returned to the hotel, was in a very good mood. He caught a female ghost and saved two people in one night. arrive.

It's just that the spiritual power is spent a little too much, and the whole person is as empty as if it has been hollowed out. In a place like New York where spiritual power is scarce, it may take ten days and a half months to make up for it.

Bucky squatted on the bedside table, tilted his head to look at Yun Xiangdi who was lying on the bed with a sleepy expression, and called out in concern, "Meow (you're okay)?"

"I'm fine, just a little tired." Yun Xiangdi turned over, touched his belly and said, "Bucky, are you hungry? Let's call the room service center to order a supper."

"Mi (OK)!" Bucky yelled happily, picked up the room service menu beside him and put it on Yun Xiangdi's pillow, then patted one of the dishes on the menu with his paw and shouted: "Meow meow (I want to eat this)."

"Butter Shrimp, I know, I know, I'll order it for you." Yun Xiangdi scratched Bucky's nose.

After the room attendant brought their supper, Yun Xiangdi shook out the lump in his pocket and threw it on the ground.It was a burnt canvas, on which was a painting of a girl with a pearl earring by the Dutch painter Johannes Vermeer. At this time, the side face of the girl in the painting had been burnt into a black hole, but it could still be seen How beautiful she was.

"Come out." Yun Xiangdi tapped the table with his fingers.

The canvas trembled, and the female ghost with a wound on her cheek slowly emerged from it. She seemed to be very afraid of Yun Xiangdi, and she knelt down on the ground as soon as she appeared, shrunk her shoulders and lowered her head, tremblingly begging: : "Sir, please forgive me, I won't dare again."

Yun Xiangdi didn't look at her, he slowly cut the food on the plate, and said in a cold voice: "Don't talk nonsense, tell me, what the hell are you, why are you killing people?"

The female ghost trembled all over, sobbing and said: "Sir, I am the girl in the painting. After my death, my soul is attached to this painting. I don't want to kill those people. I am looking for my boyfriend." Master, I thought they were his reincarnation, but none of them are, they can't draw me, they can't draw me..."

"So you killed them?" Yun Xiangdi asked.

"They lied to me." The female ghost said, with deep hatred in her tone.

Well, ghosts are always paranoid, Yun Xiangdi directly skipped the question, and asked again: "Why did you kill those two men tonight?"

"Sir, I didn't intend to kill them." The female ghost said immediately: "I just wanted to scare them, that tall man was so rude, he said I was ugly in front of me before, I just wanted to teach him a lesson. "

By choking the neck?

Ha ha.

But Watson is really pitiful. It was obviously Sherlock's fault, but he was almost implicated and lost his life. I don't know how much psychological shadow he will have after today. I hope his psychiatrist can help him.

Yun Xiangdi's sneer startled the female ghost, and she began to sob and beg: "Sir, please let me go, I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore, please let me go. "

If the female ghost's murder was justifiable, Yun Xiangdi would let her go as appropriate, but she obviously didn't belong to this rank, so Yun Xiangdi didn't talk nonsense, and just slapped her with a spell.

This time, the female ghost disappeared into the room without even having time to scream, and the canvas was completely wiped out together with the canvas.

At the same time, Yun Xiangdi felt that he had more merit than gold, and the number was not small. It seems that the female ghost killed more people than he imagined, but now everything is not important, the female ghost will never again Come out to kill innocent people.