[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

032.

This is not a good world, Jane knows it.

But she never thought that the world would be so bad.

"He's an idiot, sir." The dirty-looking boy held a somewhat worn-out ball and sniffed, "—everyone in the block knows that he's a little idiot, and we never get along with him." He plays. He always hides silently—like a mouse hiding in a stinky ditch!" He seemed to be very satisfied with his apt metaphor, and he puffed out his chest with some pride.

"Yes! It's a mouse hiding in a stinky gutter. It was the mouse's bad luck that day! He happened to be hiding at Jerry's house that day-who knows what he was up to? Maybe he set the fire, it was him He deliberately caused a gas explosion! He must be jealous of Jerry and his family! He killed Jerry and his family! He is a murderer!" The more the boy said, the more he felt that he was right, and his momentum became stronger and stronger, and he had gradually peeled off. Started to cringe when called over.

——Why are people here so full of malice towards that kid named Ben?

"But the kid you mentioned, Ben," Jian Ruo pursed her lips, "he's seriously injured now, he's been hospitalized, and even now he's still in danger—"

"That's what he did!" He yelled angrily, his sharp childish voice was harsh, he seemed to have figured out that Jane would not care about him, and his attitude became more and more unscrupulous, "He is a disaster! Everyone knows Otherwise, how could he be abandoned by his parents? Whoever gets close to him will be in bad luck!"

——This child will definitely be an excellent tenor in the future, Jian Ruo really wants to plug his ears immediately to prevent him from suffering such a sharp tone innocently.

Sherlock sat on the chair, squinting slightly.

"Alright! Alright...Okay." Jian Ruo made calm gestures as she spoke, watching the short boy, "Let's calm down a bit—why don't we talk about Jerry?"

"Jerry is our friend, and we all admire him." The boy's voice turned a corner, and suddenly became somewhat reserved, "He, he is our leader—"

"You can leave now, Matt," Sherlock said suddenly.

"My name's not Matt, sir—" the boy's eyes widened. "I'm Mark."

"Oh, whatever, Matt, you can leave now." Sherlock spread his hands indifferently.

"But I haven't finished—" Mark shrank his neck.

"You don't need to finish." Sherlock was indifferent, he turned sideways and shouted towards the door, "Next!"

Mark was a little startled, he opened his mouth, and finally walked out with his ball in his arms.

But Jian Ruo clearly knew that there was nothing next.

Mark was the last person to be questioned.

"Isn't this fire a gas explosion?" Jian Ruo showed a strange expression, "I thought this was a settled case—but now it seems that something is wrong, that Jerry is obviously a blockbuster , he was home with his parents the day it happened, the explosion was at night, I don't understand how it could have happened. And that Ben, do you remember, the day we were in the hospital - I saw him, though only in a hurry Glance, I don't know why, when I think of his eyes at that time, I always feel..."

"Yes, Ben—" Sherlock seemed to wake up suddenly, and sat up, his eyes were burning. "Oh, I almost forgot! He was a witness—"

"But he is useless, I asked Officer Lestrade," Jane Ruo paused, "he was seriously injured, unable to speak, unable to do anything, and most importantly, until now, he is still in a coma state, I don’t even know if I can get through it.”

"*!" Sherlock cursed in a low voice.

"—Did you find anything? Great consulting detective?" Watson pushed the door in, with an indescribable mockery in his voice.

Sherlock sat in a chair, bent over, looking thoughtful.

"About this accident caused by the gas explosion—"

"Gas explosion?" Watson was a little contemptuous, "Did I hear you right? I thought you should at least understand some basic—"

"Official gas explosion." Sherlock interrupted him, "—you know, Jane, they always like to use that excuse, as if all the gas companies in the world are murderers."

"..."

—so it wasn't some goddamn gas explosion?

"The gas did explode, but that wasn't the cause of all the problems." Watson said next to him, "Otherwise, there would be no need for you to appear here."

"I need a corpse—" Sherlock said suddenly, and Jian Ruo was startled, "The corpse of the dead—" His eyes lit up, staring at Watson intently.

"—then have to go to Scotland Yard."

"Going to Scotland Yard without a doubt." Sherlock said nonchalantly. "I need a place where I can do an autopsy."

"We have professional forensic doctors."

"Come on, I don't need a 'professional' forensic doctor." Sherlock maintained the original posture, motionless.

"No!" Watson frowned, "Impossible, we won't allow a powerless outsider to use the dead body—"

"Are corpses now the exclusive property of Scotland Yard?"

Ah, these two are so noisy.

Jian Ruo sat down, frowned and put out one hand to support her face.He took out his other hand and clasped his wrist unconsciously.An empty wrist.

When can I go back?

She wants to go back.

She took out her mobile phone and glanced at the time. The lonely battery of the mobile phone dropped by one bar visible to the naked eye.

It's running out of power.

"Jane." Sherlock called her, and he silently took the coat that had been left on the chair, and put it on, "Let's go—"

"Where are you going?" She put down her phone, a little at a loss.Watson frowned and touched her pocket subconsciously with her fingers. She guessed that he was going to take out a pack of cigarettes - when facing Sherlock, she often had the urge to take out a cigarette, completely forgetting that she had quit smoking for many years.

what happened?

"Go for an autopsy."

— Autopsy?No, no, no, no, she doesn't want to see any autopsy at all, it will only make her bad mood worse-not to mention... well, forget it, it's only natural to use labor money to do things for others, so I went !

Jian Ruo forced a smile, relaxed her mind, and was about to nod her head in agreement when she heard Sherlock's voice.

"You can go back first."

--……What?

She widened her eyes slightly, a little in disbelief: "...you just said...?"

"I need someone—you're in the way." He was merciless.

But Jane Ruo didn't care about his ruthlessness at all. On the contrary, she had to admit that Sherlock's ruthlessness was really—— Mrs. Mrs. was great.

"I'll go back right away!" Her joy was beyond words, and she almost didn't jump up. "What do you want to eat tonight? I'll do it!"

Sherlock: "..."

……

... If I want to eat something like this, can I take it back?

Carrying a lot of ingredients from the supermarket with a bitter face, Jian Ruo was almost in a broken mood carrying the big and small bags.

The plastic bag in her hand was stretched and her fingers were red. Jian Ruo sighed and tried to pick out the key in the pocket with her little finger——

Obviously she failed.

So Jian Ruo had to look around hesitantly, and finally found a place that looked clean, put the bag lightly on it in disgust, and then quickly took out the key to open the door, she was eager to rescue the bag that was caught by her. Putting things on the ground, he hurriedly opened the door, turned his head to get the bag, and then carried a bunch of things with his knees to open the door that was almost closed again, and quickly put the things on the table near the door.

After closing the door, she breathed a sigh of relief, and thumped her waist helplessly.

"...Ah~ I'm so tired." She murmured to herself, looking at the mud on her clothes and trousers, she frowned.

You should definitely change your clothes.

She raised her head casually and walked to her room.The door was closed but unlocked—huh?Did she not lock the door this morning?

She was a little puzzled, and felt that it was not surprising that the door hadn't been locked in the past two days.

She was a little distracted, walked into the room, locked the door habitually, and then went to get the clothes.

"Beep, beep, beep, beep..."

—Is it an alarm clock?

Jian Ruo froze for a moment, then looked towards the place where the voice was made with some doubts.

That was her bed, and at the foot of the bed stood a blond doll that obviously didn't belong to her, with a heavy "clothes" on it.

——Her pupils shrank suddenly, and her eyes suddenly widened.

That is--

bomb! ! !

She almost forgot to breathe for a moment, and suddenly thought of the door she had opened - it wasn't that she forgot to lock the door!Someone broke in! ! !

She was eager to open the door, but suddenly found that the door had been locked by herself——

Where are the keys? !Where are the keys? ? ! !

Jian Ruo fumbled in her pocket in a panic, but there was no key in it. By the way, she left the key on the table casually. She was going crazy. The door was a bolt carefully nailed in by herself, which used to symbolize The huge and heavy lock that is safe is like a cold death talisman to her at this moment——

Jian Ruo shook the lock tremblingly, but of course it was futile. She kicked the door hard, but her strength was not outstanding - her eyes were almost red, and she was desperate.

By the way, mobile phone! !

Where's the phone? ? ! !She seemed to have found a new hope, tremblingly took out her phone, and frantically unlocked it to swipe the address book——

who?who?Sergeant Lestrade, yes!She almost pressed the wrong button, slipped her hand twice, and finally dialed Officer Lestrade's phone - "Du, beep..." a long busy tone.

The sweet mechanical female voice sounded "I'm sorry——"

She hung up abruptly, and looked back at the bomb, which was quietly placed there, and the bright red numbers on the timer installed on it were beating slowly.

——Could it be that she was killed by herself today? ? !

Jian Ruo's hands trembled more and more, she scrolled down again, but there were not many people in the phone book, Sherlock, Mycroft——Sherlock!

"beep--"

"click"

The familiar voice reached Jian Ruo's ears through radio waves. "Jane—you know I never—"

"Sherlock!!" At this moment, there was a hint of crying in her voice, "Help—!"

The sound of the phone stopped.

The world was before her eyes, but the world also stopped.

Everything stops.

Jane Ruo put down her phone in despair - it's out of battery.

...Did Sherlock hear the second half of her sentence just now?Or just heard her call his name? ...Why didn't she call "Help" first?

Why isn't she acting with Sherlock today?Why didn't she fully charge her phone?Why would she just throw the keys on the sofa?Why did she want to lock her own room and still think she was smart and complacent?

She collapsed on the ground along the wall, her head leaning against the door, and all thoughts were lost for a moment - so what if Sherlock heard the second half of her sentence?Will he be able to make it back the rest of the way?

She stared at the timer over there, the bright red number seemed to have sucked her blood - there were less than 10 minutes left.

Suddenly, it seemed like everything was gone.

What pleasant, unpleasant, past, future—

She had died once, but she was still afraid of death.I can't be afraid, death really hurts, is it destined that God is not willing to give her a little pleasure and let her die peacefully?

Why does she always have to die in such a cruel way?

She slammed on the door one last time.

—in vain.

10 minute long.

She gave up completely, but unexpectedly, she didn't feel ashamed, just calm, but suddenly had a very detached feeling, as if she had nothing to fear.

...Maybe this is the first time to be born, the second time to be acquainted?

Even now, she doesn't forget to tease herself.

——Hey, everyone, my name is Jian Ruo, and I'm going to die today.Or was it a coincidence that he cut off his way of life and forced him to death?

Am I great?

Haha, ha, hahaha.

...It seems that someone is laughing in the ear, a deep, hoarse, magnetic laughter.

--Who is that?

She was a little dazed, and calmly looked at the bright red beating numbers in the distance.

...60.

...30.

She muttered silently in her heart, peaceful.

10

9... wait, why 8? 9?Is she dazzled?No 9...why no nine? !

But she couldn't control that much anymore, she was still obsessed with that unnecessary "9", and the countdown had already reached 3 in a blink of an eye.

...1.

She closed her eyes.

"Click-"

The unexpected sound of an explosion——

The creepy doll's laughter sounded, and "giggle" echoed in her room.Jian Ruo opened her eyes suddenly.