[Comprehensive] They forced me to die

Sherlock supported the high chair next to him with one hand, his body was precarious, as if he was about to fall down at any time.

After a few seconds, he held his head in his hands with some staggering steps, and looked at the exit of the bar with his light gray eyes.

Damn it, that man had his eye on Alice a long time ago. He knew that he would use Alice as a bait to catch the fish, and then he followed his plan and took him instead.

"Damn it. (shit)" Sherlock steadied his pace, his cheeks were flushed, and he looked a little drunk.

"Sir, do you need a taxi?"

Sherlock ignored the service staff's inquiries and went straight to the street. (A surprising sense of balance.)

Ally was nowhere to be seen.

Sherlock took a few glances, his eyes darkened, and he walked up to a well-dressed old woman.

He looked lonely, with undisguised anxiety.It's like a young man whose girlfriend has run away and is eager to get back. He doesn't show the usual arrogance and arrogance at all.

"Excuse me ma'am, have you seen a lady in a white dress just now?"

Obviously this well-dressed lady has been standing here for a long time, probably waiting for a taxi, but this time is not good for a taxi.The reserved lady looked at the nervous young man in front of her, and her handsome appearance made her feel good. For a while, she felt that the depression just now had subsided a lot.

"Oh, I saw it, are you?" Although the answer was endlessly crooked in her heart, the old woman still asked a few more words cautiously.

"Oh, my girlfriend had an argument with me just now."

"I don't know where she went, she drank too much, my God, I'm so worried about her, I really shouldn't..." Sherlock was choked up and couldn't continue.

In fact, this lady came all the way from Westminster to London to visit her daughter whom she had not seen for a long time, but due to the delay of the plane, there was a conflict in the time, and finally arrived in London, the nasty driver took her Halfway through, the tires of the car blew up, so I had to put the car aside now, make a phone call and wait for someone to come and take the car away, and then waited for a long time, but there was no news, so I went to the bar to have a drink, and arrived I haven't come out yet.

There were not many people on the street, and a girl in a white dress vomited and made a fuss on the road, so she had to cast a few more eyes curiously, wondering what happened, although it may not be romantic, but at least it has a beginning and an end .

In the end, the girl fell down on the trash can by the side of the road with a "boom" sound, looking half dead, occasionally howling a few times, which really hindered Zhan's view. Made a bad review.

After finally waiting for a taxi, she waved excitedly, but he ignored her unreasonably, picked up two young men whom she despised, got in the taxi and left.

She really wanted the enlarged version of the flag to tell the driver, didn't she see that there was an old man here?

The exhaust fumes along the way sprayed her face, making her an old man's heart tremble and tremble continuously. She wrote down the license plate number bitterly, and must report it later, and give a bad review. It is really embarrassing enough for Londoners , No respect for the elderly at all.

The young man in front of me was polite and anxious, which greatly aroused her love as a woman, especially when she heard that the girl who didn't look like a lady just now turned out to be the boy's boyfriend, she was even more shocked. It's more about sympathy (thousand words are crooked here...) Then who is that man who is supporting her?

Madam covered her mouth in surprise.

"The young lady was taken away by a man, and she was dizzy and vomited all over the floor."

"They took the car with the number plate XXX and went ahead."

Sherlock thanked her, and kindly suggested that the lady go to the intersection ahead, where it would be better to get a ride.

His light gray eyes scanned the street, like a high-powered scanner, and he didn't look like he lost his composure just now, as if nothing that could panic him had ever happened.

Sherlock rubbed his temples to reduce the dizziness.

Garbage cans (vomit), red lights (stop for 30 seconds), less traffic, and a tie speed of 30 meters in ten seconds (this generation has a lot of red lights).

He was running like a gust of wind, his movements were very agile, and his brain was working quickly.

Right turn, one way street, roadworks, traffic etc, bus lane.Sidewalks, left turns only, traffic lights.

Quickly drew a road map of the streets of London at this time in his mind.He ran to the roof of the building without hesitation, took a shortcut, jumped from one roof to another, and calculated the time while calculating Alice's position.

The author has something to say: Sherlock walks between two points, and the line segment is the shortest.

Thanks for catching the error in time. (Checking the information is too careless~)

I'm really busy recently, I plan to save the manuscript, and wait until July to start updating, I hope everyone will understand.