[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

028.

"Jane." Gillian held her hand on the side of the bed with some difficulty, and sighed, "...I have something, I don't know if I should tell you."

At this time, the ward was still very quiet. Before doing "psychological counseling", Ji Lian dredged the whole room. I don't know if it was because of this, but Jian Ruo always felt that her voice seemed to have some echoes in the room.

Somewhat empty.

"What?" Jian Ruo twitched the corners of her mouth, trying to relieve the sudden heavy atmosphere, "—do you want to tell me that you like me?"

Gillian laughed, and looked up at her, her eyes were shining, with tiny lights dancing: "...do you remember the last time we ran into each other by the Thames?"

"Of course." Jian Ruo wondered why she brought this up, "... Isn't it just a few days ago?"

"Yes." Gillian pulled her hair behind her ears. "When we talked about this case the other day, I acted a little hesitant. You asked me 'what's wrong'. Do you remember?"

"I remember." Jian Ruo felt something was wrong, she sat up slightly, and looked at Gillian with some concentration.

"—I said it was nothing at the time, but in fact, I thought of another thing at the time, but I thought it was just a coincidence at the beginning. It wasn't until you and Mr. Holmes solved this case, I didn't think so," she paused. , seems to be thinking about how to describe it, "...youknow, some things are too coincidental to make people feel something is wrong from the bottom of their hearts."

Jian Ruo frowned.

"I remember that incident very clearly—because it was the first failed case since Carl and I founded the company." Gillian lowered her eyes slightly, as if lost in memory, "At that time, we had broken through some With fame, more cases were picked up, and then we gradually got in touch with the state apparatus, and then that day, we got in touch with the FBI..."

"...Although they have a professional lie detector, for some unknown reason, they expect to find a sufficiently neutral organization to complete the lie detection. It is a serial murderer," Gillian paused After a moment, he frowned, "No—maybe it can't be said that, before the murderer surrendered, no one found out that it was a serial murder case."

Jian Ruo's hands tightened slightly.

"—Yes, surrender. It is said that he knocked on the door of the police station on a rainy night, looked crazy, and told the police that he had killed someone, and they all thought he was a madman—because he said he had killed people in Alaska. Nearly ten unrelated people in Florida, Florida, and elsewhere—and he was in New York all the time."

There was a howling wind outside the window - the curtains swayed slightly, Jian Ruo frowned uncomfortably.

"The police all thought he was joking, but he described in detail the connection between his method of killing and the way those people died—he said that he used the Internet and telephone to hypnotize those people, and then let them commit suicide one after another. In order to ease the difficulty of solving the case, he even left some information at the scene, but no one found it. He said that he finally couldn't bear the pain of his genius creativity being ignored-so he stood up to solve the mystery .”

A heavy look came over Gillian's face: "...that sounds crazy, doesn't it?"

"..." Jian Ruo pursed her lips and did not speak.

"Most of those cases were filed as suicides. Some died peacefully, while others died distortedly. The fact that the murderer surrendered himself obviously stimulated many people. The FBI took over the case—although it sounds very It's bizarre, but it seems that the murderer's self-report has revealed the truth, and when everything is over, the FBI is about to close the case, and things have a turning point—"

Gillian took a deep breath: "The murderer's parents came forward—they claimed that their child had a history of mental illness, and they produced valid medical records from several years ago."

Ji Lian looked up at Jian Ruo, her eyes reflected the bright light outside the window, but her expression had a unique solemnity: "——They said that he had a very serious delusional disorder, always doing things that were incomprehensible His actions—and the occasional fanatical claim to be a god—but he's not actually a Christian." Gillian sneered.

"If he was, he wouldn't claim to be a god." Jian Ruo reminded softly, her face was calm, and only she knew the turmoil in her heart—God, as a materialist who doesn't believe in God Or, for her, this word has appeared too frequently recently.

"...oh, you're right." Jillian was a little embarrassed. "Yes—where did we go? The murderer—his name was Lori—had insisted that his parents were lying, and He confessed to his crimes, and every time he mentioned the crime process, he showed a typical smug expression."

She said with some disgust: "...so the FBI came to us and let us do an independent assessment of whether they lied."

"I thought the medical records were real? Why didn't they go to that hospital to check?" Jian Ruo had some doubts.

"Real existence?" Gillian's expression darkened, "—actually, my dear girl, although I don't want to admit it, the saying 'the world is a lie' is not without basis. Anything can be false —even yourself sometimes, Jane." She seemed to be explaining, but it seemed to be just an unnecessary exclamation.

"...And then?" Jian Ruo asked her, "What conclusion did you make?" Jian Ruo watched Jillian closely, listening to what she was going to say.

But Gillian didn't directly answer Jane Ruo's question: "...I have a deep impression of Lori - when he is silent, he is like the kind of unremarkable good boy I often meet in school, Binbin He is polite and polite, but when it comes to hypnosis and murders—he is like a real mental patient, crazy, undisguised, bragging about his 'great achievements', and not afraid of any waiting for him Punishment - he has a strange self-confidence and indifference, as if he feels that no one will do anything to him, or that no one can do anything to him. I asked him why he killed people, and he said that he just wanted to do an experiment at first , but later, he only wanted to show off his superb hypnotic skills—"

"Carl sat in front of the video all night—all the truth. But his parents didn't tell lies, and we have no way to judge the truth of this case." Gillian squeezed Jian Ruo's hand, " It's not a good feeling to fail for the first time. The day Carl and I were about to leave, something even worse happened—"

Jane Ruo lowered her voice, she didn't know why she did that - she just subconsciously looked into Gillian's eyes deeply: "--what happened?"

Gillian tightened her fingers, and stared at Jian Ruo with some absentmindedness: "——he's dead. Lori is dead."

……

It's already dusk.

"Are you sure you want to be discharged from the hospital? Miss?" The hospital front desk staff with bright lipstick tapped the table with a pen, glanced at Jian Ruo, and asked again.

"Of course I have to be discharged from the hospital." Without hesitation, Jian Ruo glanced to the right out of the corner of her eye - Sherlock was standing at the main entrance of the hospital not far away, fiddling with his not-so-surprising black cell phone.

"But the injury on your body seems..." The front desk staff seemed to want to continue to dissuade Jian Ruo - Jian Ruo didn't understand why, maybe it was because her relatively young appearance gave the other party enough room to show her maternal love?Or is she just trying to win a business for the hospital?

...too bad she doesn't care what other people think.

"About my injuries, I believe that I will always know more than others." She politely raised her lips a little, tightened her jaw, and made a cold but not too indifferent expression.

The other party was a little stunned, then shrugged, and began to prepare the list. The front desk lady was obviously a slightly sloppy person. She raised one shoulder, tilted her head, and repeated the letters on the list in a low voice, holding the pen. The posture is also not proficient, it looks like a child.

It's a little disturbing.

In such an evening, time always moves very slowly. The clock hanging in the center of the hospital wall seems to be overwhelmed every step of the way, as if dragging something. Jian Ruo can almost imagine the movement of the hands of the clock. A heavy gasp.

She waited for the procrastinating waiter, staring at the clock boredly.

The second hand is moving forward step by step, Jane looks at it in a daze, one...two...three...four...five...six...seven...eight...

"Click-"

There was a loud and noisy sound——the door of the hospital was pushed open, and the stretcher bed was moving forward amidst the yelling. Jian Ruo looked over in astonishment, and she saw a pair of eyes between the medical staff pushing the stretcher bed— —

A pair of dark eyes full of pain.

That kind of emotion is so strong——the distance is not too close, and the speed of the stretcher's movement can be considered fast, but it seems to be hit with one blow, which gives Jane an unprecedented sense of shock——

She couldn't help but leaned back and moved closer to the table.Seeing the stretcher car gradually disappearing in sight.

"—Miss, your list." The front desk lady with red lips behind her poked her with a pen, she raised her eyebrows, and stared at Jian Ruo's subconsciously turned face in a strange way, "—look Getting a little flustered?"

……panic?

What the hell kind of adjective is that?

Why is she panicking?

Jian Ruo smiled, she didn't say anything, she just signed her name on the paper and pen.

Fortunately, it was the shoulder that was injured, but it didn't affect these basic movements - she put down the pen and sighed softly.However, she still cared a little bit after all, she casually asked the lady at the front desk: "...Hey, do you know who it was that passed by just now?"

"How would I know?" The lady smiled in surprise and contempt, "—that's a new patient who hasn't registered yet!"

……Too.

She shook her head, only to feel that her head was getting duller.There was something pounding on her head, a splitting headache—a strange feeling that had been going on since Gillian had left.

She rubbed her arms uneasily - Sherlock was still standing there, like a statue - why wasn't he moving?She closed her eyes, hoping to regain her composure.

She remembered a lot of things, a mess of rhetoric, a mess of memories, like a bag of things being dumped in her head at random, and the last thing that flashed was the rather inexplicable word "moment of meeting the devil".

What demon?How come?

She walked over to Sherlock, leaning on that stupid-looking crutch, her eyes casually flicked across the clock on the wall.

……Nine.

The watch stopped.

The moment Jian Ruo turned her head to look at the stretcher cart that broke in suddenly, it had already run out of power enough to support it to continue, powerlessly staying on the number nine, the second hand was trembling and wanted to take the last step up ——However, this powerless struggle is like a silent pantomime, destined to end in absurdity.

Jian Ruo could already see its destined ending.

Nine.

She put her hands in the coat pockets, carefully avoiding the injury on her shoulders, pursed her lips, and never looked at the clock again.

—Let it and the owner of those painful eyes, together with everything today, be buried here.

... After today, she will still be her.

This is a chapter where the male lead appears but only has a silhouette ==

This is a chapter where the hero becomes the background board ==

Jian Ruo: Don't you want to count?One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, □, eleven, twelve——who wouldn't know that.

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