[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

039.

Sherlock put his hands in his pockets and let out a breath of cold air.

The warm yellow street lamp on the side of the road flickered with a sound of "Zi la--", like a blink of an eye, and soon turned on again.

Sherlock stopped in his tracks.

On the dark street, the cold light from several houses scattered on the windows casts light on the windows. There is no moon tonight, and there are gusts of wind blowing onto the street, silently ridiculing the bleak scene.

Not far from the street lamp, a public phone booth rang suddenly, and the piercing ringtone seemed a little strange in such a quiet night.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows slightly, and pulled out his cell phone from his coat pocket - after he'd locked the little locator gadget at the gym door to remind Mycroft that he'd been obese lately After losing his weight, he never turned on his cell phone again.

As early as five minutes ago, he had made sure that he was out of the range of Mycroft's surveillance, whether it was his eyeliner or those toy monitors.In fact, it is absolutely impossible for Mycroft to grasp Oxford, which is thousands of miles away, so quickly. However, Sherlock obviously underestimated this fat man.

Along with his weight gain, there is obviously his growing desire to control.

Mastering the stick, but aiming for the yard.

He glanced at the noisy public phone not far away.That small piece of quiet phone booth seemed to have been covered with a shadow belonging to McCaw.

He turned on the phone very reluctantly, vaguely feeling that McCoff was a little too persistent.

—It's not like him anymore.When he won the "anti-reconnaissance game" before, Mycroft would always turn a blind eye to his actions, not to mention that McCoff should know what he was going to do today——

As soon as he turned on the phone, the public phone booth returned to silence. In the silent darkness, Sherlock stood not far from the streetlight, his side face covered with a faint halo.

The silver screen of the mobile phone illuminated his impatient gray eyes.

The phone rang—this was really unusual, given that McCoff always liked to use text messages to communicate with him in a "friendly" way—for him, the phone was neither as solemn nor as serious as a formal meeting. The concise and de-emotional text messages are the best choice.

But what did he see now?Mycroft, calling him.

With a kind of childish mentality, Sherlock deliberately let the phone ring between his palms for a few minutes, and did not rush to connect it until he estimated that Mycroft was about to hang up impatiently. phone.

"—Hello?" he said slowly. "The British Government? Oh, what's the matter?"

He asked such a question, but without waiting for Mycroft over there to answer, he continued at a very fast speed: "The sound of the extraordinary silence of porcelain clashing considering that it is midnight and your usual Behavior pattern You must be at the Diogenes club now You never call me normally It seems that something must have happened beyond your grasp that you urgently need to find me to solve the problem However you should know my answer— —”

"Oh, Sherlock." Mycroft said unhurriedly, "—it's really touching. I never thought you knew me so well."

"Ah."

"I'm really glad to see you are making continuous progress, dear Xiali, you know how proud I was of my dear brother when I had to let those goldfish be processed and hacked into the Oxford monitoring center—— " He dragged his tone, "It also pays a high price for this."

"—if you're calling to talk nonsense." Sherlock said coldly.

"...Of course not." Mycroft took two steps, and cast his eyes on the high-end custom-made porcelain cup on the coffee table. The gadget you discarded at the door of the gym?"

"You mean the gadget you installed on my phone to satisfy your growing desire for control?" Sherlock frowned, as if he felt something was wrong, "—you never mentioned the failed tricks …Unless something happened, something was wrong with your voice, and you felt guilty and disturbed? Why? You—"

He stopped.

Like a tape suddenly jammed, a little helpless but powerless towards the established ending.

Sherlock paused for a moment: "—that gadget is not for your own use—who did you give it to? Oh, I shouldn't ask this stupid question—" He started to move, looked around in a daze, and stayed where he was Back and forth, the hem of the coat flew up like a black moth——his voice was a little cold, "——except her, who else?!"

"You think everything is under your control, whether it's me or her, but obviously something new is out of your control—**!! I should have thought of it earlier, those guys who threatened her!!"

"...I'm sorry." Mycroft's voice calmly reached his ears through the electric current, "If saying that can make you feel better, Xiali."

His heart was unusually calm, but his body seemed to betray his soul—people always do this, it's not unusual.

Chilled all over.

……

Jane is counting.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight..." skip nine, then "ten."

She put these numbers into various tunes, sometimes it was Black Cat X Long, sometimes it was X Legendary, or something else, to entertain herself.

After Jiu answered a phone call, she left in a hurry, and now standing here instead of her is a man who looks very silent.

He sat on the only chair that was pulled up by Jiu, with his arms folded, neither looking at Jian Ruo nor talking to her, he seemed to be completely immersed in his own world, with nothing in his eyes .

——But obviously he was about to speak, since Jian Ruo had interrupted his plan to enjoy classical music quietly with weird tunes countless times.Jian Ruo could already see the veins on his head.

Sure enough, after Jian Ruo started to use the dazzling Divine Comedy Lotus Pond X color, he finally couldn't help kicking over the overturned chair next to him.

He was silent, staring at Jian Ruo, his voice seemed to be squeezed out: "Can't you just be quiet?"

"Quiet?" Jian Ruo looked into his eyes seriously, "Oh, that's a bit too lonely."

"I think you should be aware of your situation? Little girl?" He grinned, revealing a sinister smile.

"Of course, I'm a guest." She smiled slightly, with a little excitement for no reason, and carefully looked into his eyes. At this time, the two of them were like two beasts meeting in the jungle, showing a little provocation at the same time. smiling, looking at each other.

Jian Ruo's voice gradually slowed down, slow and soft, and her eyes were bottomless, like a whirlpool: "——Why don't we chat, sir?"

……

Sherlock ran wildly on the road.

The neon lights quickly slipped back from around him, like those useless memories in his memory palace - all buried behind him at this moment.

Such a night is suitable for adventure, suitable for figuring out all the puzzles calmly, suitable for lying on the sofa and injecting a [-]% drug solution, or a nicotine patch——

Damn Mycroft--

He climbed over the fence and circled into the path.

Jane Ruo was supposed to spend a peaceful night in the safe house that Mycroft had strengthened the surveillance level, but now everything is ruined.McCoff told him where Jane Ruo was robbed—it happened to be a blind spot for surveillance, oh, it seemed that this was premeditated, and he couldn't help applauding for them—!Could there be a better time than this?The target person walked forward with no distractions, and just happened to unconsciously walk through the streets without monitoring blind spots - at this time, only one person was needed to attract her attention -

Sherlock stopped.

A very drunk guy at the corner of the street, snoring, lying in the corner.The accidentally shattered wine bottle lay obliquely on the floor, and the wine had already flowed a long way. Sherlock watched the area and shape of the wine flowing, squinted his eyes, and took into account the direction and speed of the wind, and roughly calculated——

He squatted down and pushed the sloppy drunk with some disgust.

The other party staggered, opened his eyes a little unhappy, drunk—"What the hell—"

"You met an Asian woman." He said coldly.

He was a little dazed, stunned by Sherlock's preemption, and scratched his red face: "—Oh, I...Asia...Ah!" He seemed to wake up, "Aren't they—" He walked towards the street Center looks over.

There was no one there.

"You know where they are going—although you are drunk, you still retain a little bit of consciousness, and people's vision and hearing will always subconsciously maintain a sense of sobriety—" His voice carried Some kind of indescribable magnetism is staring deeply at the eyes of this innocent drunk at this moment, slowly, slowly, the other party blinked his eyes in confusion, "—Yes, obviously you saw this It's just that you thought you were drunk, now, tell me—"

Sherlock's phone vibrated suddenly.

But he didn't respond: "Tell me, where did they go?"

With that said, he had already pulled out his cell phone, and a new text message was displayed on the dim cell phone screen.

——From 【Jane】

He suddenly pursed his lips, and the drunk man was already pointing in a certain direction tremblingly.

——It is no longer necessary.

Sherlock thought a little coldly.

He opened the text message.

That text message had a strange tone, which was obviously not very "Jianruo", mixed in their text message conversation, and it was extraordinarily glaring.

[Hey~ Genius? 】

A photo is slowly uploaded.

A large empty room, a chair, a negligible small ventilation duct, well-placed furniture—

And sitting in the middle of the room, with her head bowed and her eyes blindfolded... Jian Ruo.

Mo Niang appeared in the last chapter, has anyone noticed...

_(:з」∠)_Although the appearance is very dramatic

Sherlock trying to save others vs Jian Ruo trying to save herself.

So we were all wrong, Mycroft sold Sherlock, Sherlock wanted to cheat McCoff, the worst result was Jian Ruo==

This is really a sad story.

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