Killing Mary Sue [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

[-]:[-] p.m. GMT, West End, Palmer Street, Westminster.

Both sides of the straight and tidy streets are lined with high-class clubs and royal mansions, and flashing figures can be clearly seen on the glass windows.Walking a few miles to the east, you can see rows of small bungalows. Most of these houses were built from the end of the [-]th century to the beginning of the [-]th century. Compared with the luxurious single-family villas in the city center, they are much smaller and more lively.This is the place where Angus Doe works and lives, away from the hustle and bustle of the business district. With an annual income that can only be considered as upper middle, he can rent a floor in an office building with convenient transportation and bright lighting.Not to mention that the kitchen and pantry should be fully equipped, except that he needs to take the subway an hour earlier to attend the conference in the city, everything is perfect for him.

The murder took place on the 10th floor, in Angus' private office.A consulting detective made an appointment to meet Jane here in a text message, but when she took a taxi to the scene of the crime and waited downstairs for about 10 minutes, the other party was still missing.

In view of Sherlock Holmes's great enthusiasm for detectives, it is unlikely that such a thing will happen to him, and it is more convincing to be kidnapped by gangsters or pissed off by the driver and taken around in circles.Jane took out her mobile phone and looked at it, making sure that she hadn't received any hints about saving her life. Just as she was about to make a call, she suddenly heard the sound of hurried footsteps not far away. A young woman with big glasses and a plaid scarf ran over here in a hurry.When she saw Jane standing downstairs as if waiting for something, she immediately showed a very apologetic expression, stood still in front of her panting, held the frame of the mirror, and looked at her earnestly, "I'm sorry I'm late—— It happened suddenly, and my house is not nearby, so..."

Speaking of this, she seemed to realize something was wrong, looked at Jane suspiciously, and murmured, "No...there is obviously a man on the other end of the phone, how could..."

Jane looked at the young woman silently.She looks like a lively and beautiful female college student who has just graduated. Her body is still childish, her spirit is high, and her eyes are full of longing and curiosity about the world.A pair of bright and cunning blue eyes, with cute freckles on the nose, and a youthful breath.

Just as the two people looked at each other and were wary of each other, one of them suddenly poked out from upstairs, and suddenly made a sound that startled both of them at the same time.It's just that Jane remained calm, while the young woman's reaction was much greater, she almost jumped up, and looked up in surprise——

The person at the window glanced at her calmly and raised his phone.She reacted immediately, waved her hand happily at the other party, her eyes lit up in an instant, and shouted, "Hi—you are Mr. Holmes—I'm Ted, Swan Ted, you just called Internship reception—”

front desk?

Jane raised her eyebrows and looked at the young woman who was so excited that she was jumping in place. She was still thinking about what kind of fairy she was, and a text message was sent in time.Still familiar typing style.

"Come up."

Jane didn't move.Sure enough, a second later, another text message followed.

"She has the key."

Jane looked at Swan Ted, who smiled brightly at her, raised the key chain in his hand, and said happily, "When I received a call from Mr. Holmes, I thought it was a dream—you know I But he is a senior fan, I have studied all his cases, my favorite is the 'pink study', it is so cool! He looks much more handsome in real life than on TV, especially without a hat Time... Oh yes, you must be Sherlock's friend too—it's really rare that he would meet someone other than Watson at such a late hour, you must have a very good relationship, right?"

This intern named Swan Ted is obviously a self-introduced chatterbox. Before Jane introduced herself, he babbled a lot. His words were full of admiration and admiration for Mr. Detective, even a little deliberate. It means to get closer to each other, and there is a sense of vanity that fans are flattered by big stars.

Jane nodded to her politely and smiled slightly, “Hello, I’m Jane Doy.”

The girl nodded not surprised at all, "I know you, Angus Doe's sister, I think anyone who pays attention to the news will recognize your face, it frequently appeared on the news headlines not long ago ..."

As she spoke, she quietly leaned over, with a mysterious look of whispering, and whispered in her ear, "To be honest, I didn't quite believe what the female reporter said from the very beginning, and leave the case to the police. Isn’t it good, she’s joining in the fun, acting like she thinks she is... Besides, since Sherlock Holmes has come here, it proves that there must be doubts about this case, why did you come here in the middle of the night? For Angus Doe, am I right?"

Jane kept her face motionless and kept smiling, "It sounds reasonable. Then Miss Ted, why did you come here?"

Swan showed an excited smile eager to try, and clenched his fists, "You should have heard that this floor has been re-leased since...then what, to Haoliyou Cleaning Company, I am the new Come to the front desk! You can’t believe it, the legendary Sherlock Holmes actually called me tonight!!! Ask me to come and answer the door!! I knew it must be for this case when I thought about it, so I didn’t hesitate to hang up the phone. He hesitated and ran over—"

Her eyes were shining brightly, and the excitement almost flew out, "It was Sherlock Holmes who called me himself! There are several people in the entire British Empire who will be treated like this! I am so happy that I am about to explode! ——I can’t even dream of such a great thing—”

Jane listened calmly.Ordinary people can't understand the peculiar brain circuit of the consulting detective. He has the ability to open the lock and enter the office, but he insists on dragging an inexperienced intern to open the door for her - is it because he is afraid that he will cause more trouble to her if he is caught?He is so caring?

The two opened the security door and took the elevator all the way to the tenth floor.Swann kept mentioning the cases that Sherlock had solved in the past. It could be seen that she was indeed a die-hard fan, and she could think of some details that were not mentioned in the newspaper.Jane listened, watched the floors jump up one by one, and suddenly asked——

"Why don't you believe what Joy Adams says?—I think she looks convincing."

Swan curled his lips, "You must know that the front desk is the most gossip in the entire company. I have heard from many seniors, and the seniors have heard from their friends that Mr. Doe is a very kind and gentle gentleman. Everyone here is very nice, everyone likes him very much. He once handed tissues to the lovelorn operator, and would invite everyone to drink coffee for free... Such a young, promising and respectful diamond king, I think every woman would have fallen in love with him the moment he looked over with those deep, alluring eyes... there's no need to do that."

As she said that, she sighed regretfully, "It's a pity, it's rare to see a guy with thick hair and such a seductive look in a shiny and reflective head, I thought he could continue to benefit the majority of female compatriots, I have no doubts He'll be the number one winner of the 'Most Popular Interviewee' poll..."

During the interval between her speeches, Jane took a slight step back calmly and glanced at her glasses.Somewhat unexpectedly, those are not the prescription glasses used to conceal the appearance, but the real myopia glasses.She scanned the other person's ears, neck and hair roots again, and there were no obvious signs of abnormality.

Could it be that he was really just an ordinary intern?

Jane glanced at her thoughtfully, smiled, and didn't answer.

With a ding sound, the elevator arrived.

As soon as they opened the door, they saw the consulting detective, who was wearing a black coat as usual, stretching his neck, sticking his head out of the window and looking up, half of his body was hanging on the window sill, precariously, making people frightened.

"Mr. Holmes!" Sister Swan's eyes widened and she exclaimed tremblingly, "You, you are—"

"Oh. You're here." Sherlock looked around, and then withdrew back as if no one else was there. His face was calm, and he looked at Jane, who seemed to be smiling but not smiling. soaring --

"I saw the video from the supermarket." He said, still speaking as fast as if he was taking an eight-level listening test, "I searched the screen for a full minute before I found out where you are-it seems that all the snipers are very Good at playing 'hide' and 'disappear'."

The implication is that she is really inconspicuous.

Swann blinked, looking back and forth between Sherlock and Jane Doy.

After eating, drinking and sleeping well, I started to be beaten.Jane remained expressionless, and replied with a smile, "Yes, Mr. Holmes, you look much more photogenic than me, and I think it must be attributed to your excellent facial structure—the bones are so clear that you are a specimen. good material."

Swann's eyes widened, and he took a hissing breath, interested.

Sherlock frowned, and he looked at the dark-haired woman, "...I began to rethink the correctness of taking this case." Before he agreed to cooperate, her attitude was much more comfortable than it is now.

"Get used to it, Mr. Detective, nothing in this world is eternal." Jane said lightly, "What's more, we will have a long time to come."

Sherlock walked side by side with them, and said meaningfully, "Stupidity will not gradually become wise with time. It will only be like a ripe cherry, which will either be eaten by one bite or rot alone."

Are you mocking her for being a goldfish again?Jane raised her eyebrows, snorted coldly in her heart, and kept her face still, "It reminds me that, indeed, besides stupidity, there are some things that will not change even after the test of time—"

Sherlock looked over suspiciously, facing Jane's smiling face.

"For example, your erratic and indistinct appearance, and the length of your face that never turns back when you go all the way."

Consult the detective, "..." Oh no, it's the feeling of myocardial infarction.

The intern who witnessed the two coming and going to end a bloody and smokeless battle secretly covered his mouth, opened the office door with a suppressed smile on his face, stood at the door and turned back to them and said, "This is it."

Without hesitation, Sherlock walked in first.

Jane was about to follow in, when she suddenly remembered something, she stopped, turned her head, and asked the bright-eyed, smiling English girl, "You said...what's your name?"

"Swann Tedder," she whispered, her lips raised sweetly and charmingly, "that's my name."

Swan Tide?What an uncommon name.

Jane nodded, and stepped into the renovated office.The stylish retro furniture in my memory is now replaced by IKEA style. I can imagine how eclectic the new company is in this respect.

As soon as Sherlock entered, he lay prone on the ground like a hound, sniffing and sniffing indistinctly.Jane glanced at the room and suddenly sneezed. She touched her nose and said embarrassedly to the intern at the door, "Sorry... I think I have a little cold, do you know where there is toilet paper?"

Swan blinked, and she passed Jane, walked skillfully behind the desk under her gaze, took out a brand new pack of portable tissues from the second drawer, and handed it to her, shrugging her shoulders with sympathy He said, "This is London... I guess we all have to get used to it being gloomy and changeable, aren't we?"

Jane took it and replied with a smile, "Who said it wasn't?"

Sherlock, who touched a little bit of glass shards from the corner, was thinking. Suddenly, he heard a strange noise from the corridor. Jane reached into her pocket and looked out calmly. After seeing the source, she tensed up. Slowly relaxing his shoulders, he shook his head at the detective looking over, "Cleaner."

Wearing work clothes with the words "Holiyo" printed on it, with their backs to them, they are busy with a vacuum cleaner.Jane's eyesight could clearly see that both of his ears were plugged with earphones, and the line went straight into his coat pocket. According to the exposed shape, size and color, it could be judged that it should be a Walkman.

"Hans, I didn't realize that he's so nostalgic..." Swan muttered, and Jane asked casually, "Do you know him?"

The intern nodded, "He's an old man. I heard that he used to work here and often worked overtime until very late. He's a nice guy, doesn't talk much, and works hard, so he stayed."

Jane nodded.

"Okay, I've finished my work." Swan shook a bunch of keys in his hand, and smiled at the two, "It's very late, if I don't go back, someone will look for me everywhere—I'll go first, Remember to close the door when you leave, otherwise it will be bad if someone comes in and destroys the crime scene again."

As she spoke, she showed a bright smile and waved to Jane, "Bye, Miss Doe."

Then he looked at Sherlock who was still squatting in the corner, and his smile deepened, "Nice to meet you, Sherlock Holmes."

Jane smiled, "Good night, Miss Ted."

The young intern bounced and whistled all the way out of here.

Listening to the cheerful whistle gradually drifting away and disappearing, Jane leaned against the door, recalling everything she had experienced tonight. Obviously everything seemed normal, but her intuition told her that something was not quite right.But even a genius with a high IQ like Sherlock Holmes didn't notice it. Could it be that she was just thinking too much?

— Ted.Swan Ted.

- Veteran fan of the detective.

——A lot of gossip details about seniors.She hadn't even heard of it from Angus.

—This is London, we all have to get used to it's gloomy and changeable, don't we?

Her profile didn't say she had just returned from South America.

——The old cleaner full of nostalgia for "she didn't see it".

——If you don’t go back, someone will look for you everywhere.

Didn't she say hello to her family before she went out?

——Someone came in to sabotage the crime scene again?

……Again?

—Miss Doe.

—Sherlock Holmes.

And that bright and meaningful smile.

—"Swan Tedder, that's my name."

Swan Tide.

Jane suddenly straightened her body, her lips were tight, she walked to the desk without saying a word, and under Sherlock's suspicious gaze, she began to rummage through the desk and drawers, and then took out a piece of paper and a pen , spelling the intern's name on it——

SWAN... She quickly wrote out these letters without taking her eyes off her, thought for a moment, then slowly drew a few straight lines, broke them all up, and rearranged them.

Sherlock was attracted by her inexplicable behavior, and couldn't help looking over——

On the pale paper, the scattered letters were carefully arranged and combined, and a new line of words gradually appeared.

When Jane saw the final result, she couldn't help shrinking her pupils, and immediately put down the pen and paper and ran out without even thinking about it. However, the corridor was empty, the cleaner had already left work, and the brisk walker with a bright smile was nowhere to be seen downstairs. figure.

Standing in the dark aisle, she took a deep breath.

Sherlock Holmes in the room looked over curiously, and there were two words impressively written on the paper——

"Eastwind."

The author has something to say: SwanTide. Changing the alphabetical order becomes:

East Wind.

Just like Tom Marvolo Riddle (Tom Marvolo Riddle) became Lord Voldemort (Voldemort).Word games.