[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

025.

Breeze and sunshine.

In such a beautiful weather, she should have gone out for a walk happily—anywhere, accompanied by the gentle sunshine that is not annoying, listening to music with headphones, maybe strolling along the river, and meeting two or three handsome European men and women, Meet one or two groups of pigeons, or read some collections of poetry, or read some boring and obscure original works of political science——

No matter what it is, it is far better than the current stalemate and dangerous situation!number!times!

Jian Ruo stabilized her hand, and tried her best to smile: "——I thought you said you wouldn't get blood on your hands?"

"That's why I used a knife." His face was gentle, "Don't worry, I won't let any drop of blood get on my hands—"

However, Jian Ruo was not at ease at all: "...So you really killed Taylor Ada, right? Sherlock's reasoning is not wrong—" She raised her voice slightly, hoping to wake up Sherlock.

"No, I didn't." He smiled, "It wasn't me who killed someone—" His words were stuck, as if a tape had suddenly stuck, his face twitched slightly, showing an almost weird expression , almost the next moment, he suddenly stopped to look at Sherlock, and waved the knife in his hand fiercely——

Jian Ruo subconsciously stabilized the gun in her hand, her posture was standard——

"boom--"

In the middle of the arm—

When the knife fell, Sherlock exerted force suddenly and pressed Wade to the ground. Wade let out a painful howl and hugged his arm tightly. Sherlock stumbled and stood up, still walking a little unsteadily. Holding on, she walked to Jian Ruo.

Jane Ruo smiled at Sherlock, and immediately looked at the man over there vigilantly.

Charlie Wade held his injured arm, his head was covered with sweat, and sat up with the utmost restraint, leaning against the edge of the table leg, panting heavily, as if he had returned to normal.

"...dissociative identity disorder," Sherlock's voice was a little weak, "I should have thought of it earlier, my reasoning is not wrong-they just lack a fusion point."

"... Dissociative Identity Disorder?" Wade gently hooked the corners of his mouth, his eyes showed no smile, "If it wasn't for that idiot Charlie—"

"Three." Sherlock continued, "Except for the calm you, and the crazy personality just now, the last remaining one should be the main personality—"

Wade glanced at Sherlock coldly: "It's not a good habit to interrupt others."

"It seems that old Mr. Wade is aware of your existence." Sherlock didn't care. "For a traditional and old-fashioned person, multiple personalities? Sounds very interesting. It seems that this is the source of Mr. Wade's inconsistent behavior— —He can neither give up the friendship with his adopted son, nor can he bear that his adopted son has multiple personalities. B~"

"..." Wade closed his eyes slightly, "but he had better choose to give up—even if Charlie exposed my experiment with Z in order to gain his trust—old Mr. Wade still called the police. His What were you thinking at the time?"

He finally took off the mask he had been wearing on his face, showing complete indifference: "A coward who only knows how to escape, since he has found someone to investigate all this, his attitude is obviously very clear. After all, Charlie For him, Wade means some kind of inescapable burden and outright trouble." As he said, a resentment that did not belong to him appeared involuntarily on his indifferent face.

Who is that?Is it Z?Or Charlie?

Jian Ruo was stunned, and unexpectedly had a strange illusion: "...Are you sad?"

"Sad?" He stood up and hooked the corners of his lips. "It's Charlie Wade who feels sad—why should I be sad?"

Jian Ruo's hand couldn't hold it anymore, she was shaking violently, and the gun in her hand was about to fall to the ground in the next moment - a pair of hands held her, stabilizing everything, she turned her head in shock, Sherlock His face was calm, his fingers were cold and strong: "You should have hit his leg just now, not his arm - but since you were injured, you did a good job."

Thank goodness!He finally woke up!

Jian Ruo was stunned, and became angry from embarrassment: "...can you let go of your hand, can I give you the gun?? I'm so tired and I don't want to hold the gun anymore. Why do you insist on holding my hand and letting me lift it!"

Wade over there coughed twice and laughed: "...What a lovely couple."

Jian Ruo's face was a little speechless, she curled her lips: "—what nonsense are you talking about! Xia and I—"

"It's not like you." Sherlock interrupted Jane Ruo indifferently, staring at Wade in front of him with piercing eyes, "Have you given up struggling? No, it's not like—it seems that you are very familiar with the old man. Mr. Wade, have you met? No wonder—he has a deep affection for the adopted son he brought up, but at the same time he hates his personality—that’s why he became anonymous after knowing that his son had killed someone Calling the police but refusing to come out and testify, he went to Mycroft to settle the matter - those idiots at Scotland Yard couldn't even tell it was suicide, so of course they needed someone else's advice - oh, damn it, Mycroft!" He frowned, seeming to understand something.

Wade smiled, with a little bruise on his face from being hit by Sherlock, he looked at Jian Ruo tenderly, as if he didn't hear Sherlock's aggressive question: "Honey, this is what you like This kind of person?—He can see through everything and has no regard for other people’s feelings,” he finished, with a bit of indescribable allure, “I’m so sorry for you——”

"Are you hypnotizing me?" Jian Ruo grinned with irony on her face, "... very skilled, Mr. Wade—oh? Unfortunately, this trick is useless to me, and Sherlock and I are pure friends, Please don't make up your own mind."

Mr. Wade's face became more and more gloomy, and he looked at Jian Ruo without any scruples, with an indescribable interest and aggression: "...This is really interesting-you know, few people can be like You resist like this..."

"It seems that your killing of innocent poor people touched the bottom line of that righteous deputy minister of defense." Jian Ruo curled her lips without smiling, "Maybe it was for Charlie Wade's sake, This soft-hearted gentleman intends to put up with you all the time—as for now? It seems that he has completely disappointed you."

"Totally disappointed?" Wade laughed. He shook his body, and the wound on his arm was bleeding again, but he seemed to be used to the pain. "What's the matter with me? It's neither my body nor My life—I am not Wade, nor Charlie, is it wrong to want to test my abilities? No, the life of an ant is not worth cherishing—” He looked gentle, although he was fighting with Sherlock His hair was slightly disheveled, and his shirt looked a little wrinkled, but these only made him look like a down-and-out nobleman.

Sherlock sat aside, narrowing his eyes slightly, thoughtful.

If Jane doesn't like this kind of maneuver, she is very impatient: "Yes - ants, it seems that there is any difference between you and these ants - do you have an extra leg or an extra eye? And Can you be easily killed like an ant and not be cherished? In this case - why do you still struggle? What is the use of an ant struggling? Don't move now, I will give you a shot, don't cherish yourself, It's best to die!"

Wade's smile froze on his face: "..."

Sherlock curled his lips.

Jane Ruo never talked nonsense, she was ready to shoot quickly, but was stopped by Sherlock who was holding her hand: "—Of course I don't mind you shooting," his voice was slow, with a An indescribable leisure, "But it's not worth going to court for this-don't forget that you are still an ordinary poor foreign student who can't cause trouble."

Jian Ruo: "..." That's right!I'm just a poor foreign student who is not protected by the British government - the Chinese embassy can protect my life and freedom, which is good, but it can't guarantee whether I can continue to study here, what the hell!

She loosened her hand obediently.

"I'm not an ant—" He seemed to be offended, his face became a little sullen and displeased, "Do you know what you said? I'm a god—" His facial expression twitched, and Wade lifted the The uninjured hand blocked her somewhat distorted face. For a moment, Jian Ruojing couldn't tell who it was who said such words, "—God will never die——"

This is really a second grader, Jian Ruo is so angry and funny—I just think it’s ridiculous, I wish I could shoot him right now, to see if he will die—this kind of speech from a second grader boy actually appeared in a close In the middle-aged man's mouth, this scene is really weird and unacceptable.

The three of them were silent for a while.

"Beep—beep—" There was a faint siren sound outside the door.The voice was getting closer, closer, and it was obviously aimed at here——

"Who called the police?!" Sherlock and Wade spoke at the same time, they looked at each other, and then looked at Jian Ruo at the same time.

"..."

Jian Ruo moved slightly, which happened to affect the injury on her ankle, "hissed" and her expression twitched a little: "It really...it hurts to death...Why are you looking at me like this? Isn't it common sense to call the police if you have something to do? ?” She moved her fingers, leaned over and hooked her lips, revealing a wicked smile.

"..." Wade laughed, quickly propped himself up and ran outside—he was only injured on his arm, not his leg, and it was just a breeze to pass through the living room window——

Sherlock immediately stood up, and he didn't care about talking to Jane Ruo, so he immediately chased him out - the long time of turning around just now gave him enough rest.

"Hey, wait!!" Jian Ruo yelled in disbelief, her hand lost his support and hung down weakly, the gun was still in her hand, the black body of the gun seemed like her silent state of mind , she looked at Sherlock's chasing figure from a distance, "——you should take your gun there for self-defense!"

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