Killing Mary Sue [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

After deducing the true identity of the murderer, without hesitation, Sherlock immediately dialed the phone number of Miss Swan Ted, the front desk of HollyU Cleaning Company.

After three beeps, the phone was connected, but a strange female voice came from the other end, sleepy and yawning, "—Hello?"

Sherlock glanced at the screen with a strange expression, and it was indeed the correct number.Maybe the other party is not available? ——He collected himself and replied calmly, "Please ask Swan Ted to answer the phone, I have something very important to talk to her about."

"What, what Ted?" The other party was inexplicable, "The person you mentioned is not here - did you make a wrong call?"

Before Sherlock had time to explain, the other side hung up the phone neatly, and finally he heard a sonorous farewell greeting "crazy".

Sherlock Holmes, who was treated so tenderly for the first time, stared blankly at the screen, and looked at the previous call records again: Absolutely right, it's this number—what happened?Could it be that he was sleepwalking in all of this?

He stared at the phone in disbelief, was silent for a moment, then suddenly turned his head, and asked the woman in black who had been crossing her arms, "——'Swan Ted'?"

Jane raised her eyebrows.

Sherlock thought for a while, then said with a heavy tone, "'—— Dongfeng'?"

Jane shrugged cooperatively.

"You always knew?" Sherlock examined her. "Know that she's a fake receptionist?"

Jane kept walking along with him, slowly clarifying, "Of course not, I don't think I knew that long before you—and I firmly believe that it would be a great insult to your IQ to take the initiative to explain this matter .”

In view of Life No. [-]'s recent stealing【sóng】lazy【bi】behavior, she did know about it just now.Even without telling Sherlock, with his IQ, it would be easy for him to deduce the truth by contacting her abnormal behavior before and after.

Sherlock Holmes glanced at her and said nothing. He lowered his head and quickly pressed a series of numbers, but he didn't call her right away, but fell into a rare hesitation.

Jane glanced at the number and guessed that he was probably seeking the help of a "friend"—likely his brother or a hacker group.Given Sherlock's long-standing grudge against the former, he's more likely to choose the latter.

Of course, asking for help requires paying an equal price, almost equivalent to the word "trouble", but the case is imminent, and he urgently needs to find the name and address of the murderer, now, immediately, immediately——

"Johnson Wilson, 16 Old Green Street, West Newham, 2A."

Sherlock turned his head, and Jane smiled at him, "It's not just Sherlock Holmes who has great friends in this world—coincidentally, I also have a few who can be used at critical moments."

Life No. [-], 【blush.a-vi】

Sherlock looked her up and down for a few seconds, then turned his head without hesitation, and asked as he walked, "Have you brought that beautiful 'Résurgence violin'?"

Jane smiled clearly, "Don't worry, Mr. Holmes, you will always be safe in my magnifying glass."

The two rushed all the way to the residential area of ​​Newham during the night - by taking the night bus, otherwise they might have to go until dawn.

Sherlock used the electronic map to quickly find the vicinity of the address Jane mentioned, and it took a while to see the so-called No. 16 archway—it was a very dilapidated old building, living in the cracks of the times and crumbling. Hidden in a dark corner where the sun can't even shine, there is no anti-theft door, no lock, just like this, the black hole is open, gloomy and cold, like the mouth of a monster that opens silently.

The two looked up and saw that the entire apartment building was pitch black, and no one turned on the lights.

Sherlock was about to turn on the flashlight, but Jane stopped him.She hissed softly at him and gestured.Sherlock understood immediately what she meant.

Darkness is her hunting ground.In her eyes, there is nowhere to hide from any monsters, sprites, sprites and sprites.

Sherlock watched her step into the darkness without hesitation. The moment she disappeared, it seemed that her breath disappeared. He could not feel the slightest existence, breath, sound, trajectory...she walked into the darkness. Out of the darkness, it's like merging into one.

If she shoots at him now, Sherlock will not even notice it before the bullet enters his body—this is the terrifying aspect of an ace sniper, silent, precise and cold, blooming with the power of death elegant art.

I would rather piss off a bunch of inhumane murderers than become an opponent of a god of death.

Sherlock thought for a few seconds, then followed into the shadows.

He couldn't see his fingers, and he was so silent that he could only hear his own deliberately light breathing.

Sherlock carefully stroked the wall and walked slowly. What he touched was an extremely uncomfortable damp stickiness. He bet that if he could see it, it must be a disgusting thing mixed with black mold and other things.He tried his best to hold back the involuntary physiological reaction, leaned forward tensely, tried not to make any noise that attracted attention, but his feet slipped, and the wall couldn't catch him at all. Pounce toward -

A pair of hands caught him in time, hugged his shoulders and waist as if they had eyes, and pushed him back to the original place with a light force.

Sherlock held his breath, tried his best to suppress the involuntary alert reaction, and then felt a hand holding his wrist with moderate strength, which would neither make him feel uncomfortable nor cause him to feel uncomfortable with a slight movement. get rid of.That kind of soft strength and the temperature on the skin send out the signal of friendly forces.So Sherlock immediately gave up struggling, and followed her lead, step by step, towards the depths of the darkness.

Did she have night vision goggles in her eyes? ——Sherlock, who couldn't hear the other party's breathing but walked extremely smoothly, couldn't help but think about the sky: Or could her nose smell the prey?Otherwise, how can we know where are 2A and 2B? ——His eyesight of 5.0 cannot guarantee that he can find the right room 100% of the time.

The cranky Sherlock has no idea that his guess is not far from the truth—although Jane doesn't have night vision goggles in her eyes, she has a high-end AI assistant in her mind, who usually talks too much and is useless. I am sparing no effort to make soy sauce.

[Turn left—turn left quickly or you will hit the wall~]

[Hey, hey, stairs, stairs! ——Hey, I forgot to say that it is two verses, so be careful~]

[Turn right ~ yes yes yes ~ go straight for ten meters and you will be there ~ pay attention to the camera at the door ~ ~ what are you hiding?I’ve already blocked it for you~]

Jane held the older child who had passed away expressionlessly, and listened to the pointing of Life No. [-] in her head. When going upstairs, she almost grabbed the ground with her head because the system guidance was not timely. She immediately stabilized her body calmly He continued to move forward calmly, holding back his stomach full of depression, and unconsciously clenched his hands.

Sherlock Holmes: Huh? ……what's the situation?Is she trying to remind me that there is danger ahead and pay attention to concealment?

The consulting detective, who thought he had received a signal, immediately came back to his senses, and stared at it with a heavy expression... He didn't know where to stare, and held his breath.

Then he felt Jane stop.

Um?What's the situation?Spotted the enemy?Do you need to find a place to hide at this time?

Sherlock Holmes tensed his body. Just as he squatted down, the fingers on his wrist suddenly loosened.Before he could react, there was a "pop", and a dazzling light suddenly lit up in front of his eyes——

Jane turned on the only light in the corridor.

Sherlock was stabbed by the light and closed his eyes, it took a few seconds to recover, stared at Jane with a puzzled look, and remained silent for a moment.

"You've been walking in the dark for so long...just to turn on the light?"

The subtext, it took so much effort just to scare the snake away?

Even the poisonous tongue is so deep, it is worthy of being the "literary master" Sherlock Holmes.

Jane glanced at him speechlessly, "Of course not."

Sherlock looked suspiciously.

Jane smiled, pointing to the faint light coming from the crack of the door.

Sherlock understood immediately.

Before entering the building, all the rooms are dark.But in this room, the lights were on.

He found them.

Then sneaking seems unnecessary.Once the poisonous snake in the dark loses its advantage, it can only win by speed——

Jane kicked the door open without hesitation, and the thin wooden planks that had been in disrepair slammed open with a bang. Jane took out the Beretta 92F automatic pistol in her pocket and pulled the trigger at any time. Sherlock Holmes cleverly hid behind Jane, poking out a pair of eyes and sweeping into the room——

It couldn't be more simple furnishings, dim lights, open windows, slightly flying stained window screens, and... a man sitting on the single sofa beside the bed, with only his profile exposed.

He held an old-fashioned pistol in his right hand, and a bottle of beer that was more than half drunk in his left hand. He just quietly looked out the window at the dark night, not surprised by their arrival, and his face was extremely calm.

Jane's muzzle was firmly pointed at his head, as long as he made any dangerous movements, she would respond immediately.

The detective poking his head out from her shoulder scanned the entire room, relaxed immediately, leaned over and whispered something in her ear, "His gun is not on the safety catch."

And he is very confident that even if the opponent wants to press the safety button, he will not move as fast as this professional sniper.She can rest assured.

"I know." Jane replied, her hand still didn't move, her eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.

"It's not just the three of us here." Her voice was calm, "—at least, not soon."

Sherlock paused, as if thinking of something, and immediately looked at the phone on the table.

The screen happened to go black, and he was lucky enough to see the picture a second ago, with only one line of words on it——

"SMS sent successfully."

Sherlock immediately walked out from behind Jane, the safe zone, and she didn't even have time to stop him, watching the curly-haired detective nonchalantly come to the table under the watchful eyes of the two, and picked up the other person without any privacy. Flipping over, he walked back along the original route. Facing Jane's delicate face, he raised his hands, his expression as serious as ever.

"Just one text message, 'They're coming'. The rest were all deleted before we arrived. Recipient notes read 'MR.M', Mr. Qian or You-Know-Who?—no accidental sleight of hand."

Sherlock Holmes began to speak at a very personal death rate, and began to make reasonable associations and careful reasoning, "On the way here, I asked a 'friend' to help me look up the person 'Johnson Wilson'—— Why do you look at me like that, I do have friends, though more enemies -Johnson Wilson, 46, divorced ex-wife Wendy Alcott ten years ago, has a son, after the divorce He followed his mother to settle in the United States, and was admitted to MIT last year, majoring in mechanical engineering—an excellent young man, on par with his dad when he was young, isn't he?"

Jane frowned, looked at this unshaven and shabby-looking middle-aged man, and wondered if the "friend" of Sherlock Holmes was messing with him.

But Mr. Detective soon gave an answer to this.

"Johnson Wilson was born in Liverpool in 1972. His father was a gardener and his mother was a nurse. He showed a talent for machinery since he was a child. At the age of 21, he was admitted to Loughborough University with a No.2 score, majoring in electrical and electronic engineering. Professional, participated in national competitions with his mentor and performed well, participated in research and development work in the laboratory, passed the internship interview of British Aerospace Systems before meeting Wendy Alcott, and the future is bright—”

Sherlock quickly finished this series of important information, and then looked at Johnson Wilson, who was very calm on the other side, even smiled, and said slowly in a hoarse, file-like voice, "Go on."

"I'm done." Sherlock Holmes always played cards out of common sense, and he answered bluntly, obviously choking the other party.

Jane couldn't help raising her lips slightly, but immediately pursed them again, pointing a gun at the other party motionlessly, to ensure that Curly Hair would not be shot dead on the spot because of angering Wilson - although he has always had this ability.

"Why kill the female secretary? Plant it on Angus Doe? Who is the MR.M who contacted you? What kind of deal did you make with him? He ordered you to arrange the scene? Who else is there like you? You Knowing we're here, why didn't you choose to run away?—"

Sherlock Holmes uttered the series of questions with astonishing rapidity. At the end, he stared unblinkingly at the other party with his eyes set, waiting for his answer.

After listening to his breathless question, Jane suddenly came to an astonishing conclusion: Maybe the criminals caught by Mr. Detective in the past confessed to their mistakes not out of sincere repentance. , but... completely unable to keep up with the detective's questioning speed.After being bombarded by the speed of death, he forgot most of the questions, so that he couldn't answer them.

She felt that the possibility was really high, the speed of his speech was like a massacre of brain cells.

Apparently the other party was also overwhelmed by his non-breathing question, Wilson was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed out loud, and slowly said to Sherlock Holmes, who had doubts in his eyes, "Why don't you ask me? What happened after Wendy Alcott? How did that 'bright future' guy become what he is now?"

"—that's the point you need to know, isn't it, Holmes?"

He did know the detective.This murder, as Angus said at the beginning, was instigated by someone with a heart, not a coincidence.

"I will tell you why I did this, and I will tell you the truth verbatim." Wilson smiled, "—but on one condition."

Sherlock frowned slightly.

"I want my name to appear in tomorrow's newspaper, where anyone can see it at a glance." Wilson said, with meaningful eyes.

"—Just like that female reporter."

The author has something to say: the critical moment——!

The detective hiding behind the woman -3-