[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

043.

She was roughly thrown onto the sofa by Sherlock pulling her collar.The soft sofa sank into one piece, Jian Ruo powerlessly put one hand on her face, covering her eyes, panting lightly.

"If you've been injected with drugs, it's impossible to react until now—" Sherlock frowned, walking back and forth, "unless it's a new—"

"...C9." Jian Ruo's voice was weak, "It's not a new type of drug, it's an Asian specialty... This thing is just like that—" She pulled her lips and forced a smile, "It's not very addictive, it's only in a small area Flow. The product of bad taste."

It's just that she didn't expect that she would meet this thing at all.

The feeling made her want to throw up.Jian Ruo trembled slightly, her spirit was almost broken, her slack mind could not support any rational thinking at all, she just subconsciously answered Sherlock's words.

Sherlock was silent.Most of the time, his eyes are an invincible sharp weapon, gray and penetrating, most of the time there is no other extra emotion, it is like a precise scalpel, at this moment it is carefully in Jian Ruo's eyes Body grinding - she's exposed too much.

——There are too many puzzles on her body.

……

Those lunatics made a mistake.

She is sure.

Jian Ruo held a glass of already lukewarm water and took a sip.

"I really don't understand why you would like to drink boiled water." Sherlock fiddled with his computer without looking up.

"Oh, I also don't understand why you like coffee that doesn't quench your thirst." Jian Ruo countered.

They tacitly skipped what happened just now——

To be honest, this was beyond Jian Ruo's expectations - she thought Sherlock would ask her or ask some harmless questions that would make her unable to answer, but he didn't.

Maybe occasionally, she meant occasionally, occasionally, Sherlock will show a little bit of flattering humanity, right?

She thought this with some uncertainty, and took another sip of water.

Sherlock glanced at her.

"They killed Jerry Borut, but they stayed in the UK and never left." Sherlock said, typing on the keyboard.

"Hmm. This is a bit scary. Could it be that the British government is indifferent to this threat?" Jian Ruo stroked the quilt, dazed and pale.

"Oh—good question, this question can be left to the British government—" Sherlock showed a little irony, and hit the next button heavily, "Although I know we will never get any useful answers. "

"Don't say it as if you have any dissatisfaction with this matter." Jane Ruo glanced at him, "——obviously, you couldn't be happier." She imitated Sherlock's tone and accent, "Oh—Jane You should see it, another Christmas!" Then he rolled his eyes, "iing——I'm Chinese, what does Christmas have to do with me? We don't need to fight for where Santa Claus belongs, nor Celebrating Jesus' birthday—"

"b." Sherlock interrupted her, "—you should read this." He turned his wrist and pointed the laptop at Jane Ruo.

Jian Ruo was taken aback: "Oh, what is this—'New York shooting'?" She showed a somewhat bewildered expression, glanced at Sherlock, and paused slightly, "Hey Sherlock, can you stop showing This expression?"

"Ok?"

"—It's this expression of 'we all know...', please!" Jian Ruo couldn't bear it anymore, "You are the only one who knows, and I don't know anything——"

"Oh, really?" Sherlock raised one eyebrow in surprise. "You don't know anything?—I mean, I'm sorry about that." He shrugged without regret.

"John Bonnaroo." Sherlock sat on the sofa and crossed his legs, "—the fallen mafia leader in New York, although he has no power, he still has some remaining influence on the family business - apparently there are other forces Range stepped in and has taken over Bonnaroo."

"so?"

"If you can be more sensitive to this, you will find that the underground world is not as peaceful as it used to be recently - the rise of new forces, oh, this is not unusual, fat people are going to start losing their hair again, autumn, what a season -"

"Changes in the underground forces—do you want to say that the shooting was the work of those lunatics?" Jian Ruo ignored his routine sigh, "But they don't seem to be some new rising forces, annexing the territory? Theirs Isn't the target 'Killing God'?"

"During the Iraq war, the United States also said that Iraq would support terrorists to threaten world peace - GOD! interests - the highest guideline for all actions is interests." Sherlock closed his eyes.

"But they did one thing wrong." Jian Ruo put down the cup.

"What?" Sherlock opened his eyes suddenly, staring straight at Jian Ruo.

"I heard it." Jian Ruo said blankly, "—what did they do wrong, so they stayed. Let's guess what they did wrong?" She raised her lips, "This is really interesting, A wrong thing, a wrong thing that could make them find out recently, oh, maybe they didn't find out at all—given their brains aren't right."

"...So that's it..." Sherlock slowly raised his face, with a look of sudden realization on his face, "—that's right, that's right!" He stood up and walked around excitedly, "—Yes Yes, it's obvious—"

"What do you know?" Jian Ruo was a little confused, so she turned her eyes following Sherlock's figure walking back and forth.

"They finally figured out that something was wrong - but they never found the right person - Jerry Borut is not a 'god' at all! He's just a normal person - but the crazy people obviously have a lot of 'god' I would rather kill by mistake than let it go, Jerry Borut must have some traits that make them very afraid, irritable? stuff, he stole it - they thought it was one of his parents, but they guessed wrong." Sherlock stopped his meaningless steps, his eyes brightening startlingly.

Jian Ruo seemed to see a cat waiting for a small fish, turning back and forth around the bowl, which made her want to laugh a little, although the occasion seemed a bit wrong: "—huh?"

"——they are a group of idiots, they are still searching for the 'god' that the searchers really care about, but they have ignored the most likely one——no, no, no, the other party's disguise is too good." He bent down He picked up his coat, put it on his body, looked down at Jian Ruo, and straightened his collar: "Jane, what are you still doing, it's time for us to go—"

"..." Jian Ruo was stunned, "—oh no, I just came back not long ago."

"With all due respect, you've been asleep all day, and the house won't run away with long legs just because you go out again, but the case will—" Sherlock said bluntly, "Hurry up, Jane, you only have 3 minutes. "

"God!" Jian Ruo gritted her teeth and stood up, "——I really believe in your evil! God knows what time it is!——Where are we going?"

"Hospital." Sherlock's tone couldn't hide the excitement, "—Ben Borut is the right one. Oh, before those idiots know anything—"

-

"Squeaky."

The woman with red lips laughed, and the cold mechanical reflection fell on her eyes.

She squeezed the small ball with her fingers, and the somewhat distorted voice of Sherlock Holmes seemed to be still echoing in her ears——

"—Unfortunately, I already know." Her hand was cold, like a gun in her hand, she gently kissed the gun in her hand, and sighed, "—Did you hear that? ?Hospital. Deal with our dear well-hidden little fly, remember, snipe from a distance, don't get close to him."

A black flame flickered in her eyes, which was the immortal fire lit by the devil: "—Oh. Send our god to where he should go." She looked at the hat on the seat, with a silent expression on her face man, "—you won't let me down, will you, Mr. Moran?"

……

—Thanks Sherlock.

Sherlock drives people crazy.

Jian Ruosheng looked at the gorgeous scene that flashed by outside the car window without love, and felt that her recent time seemed to be compressed, which was abnormal.

"I really hope we can come back alive." She held her face in gloom, "—will we? No, to be precise, I don't know what we are going to do—one is a god, and this god seems to be Not a normal person, one is a 'God Slayer' and they just kidnapped me. So who are we going to help?"

She turned her head to look at Sherlock beside her: "—Yes! That's the point, what are we going to do."

"Find out everything—" Sherlock didn't hesitate, "I don't care who lives and who dies in the end, it has nothing to do with me, I only care about the answer—"

"Isn't this a bit too cold-blooded?" Jane Ruo hypocritically showed a compassionate expression, "Oh, Sherlock, that's a living life—but isn't God immortal? Whose life should I worry about more?" Okay?" She herself felt ridiculous, and put away the redundant expression on her face, "—I don't know if it's because Charlie Wade has left me with too much shadow, I feel that I have no sympathy for God now— —Whatever they do, as long as they don’t die in front of me.”

Sherlock frowned suddenly, stared at Jian Ruo, and leaned over.

He was so close that Jane could feel his breath—she was a little embarrassed: "Hey Sherlock—" What is this guy crazy about?

He ran his fingers through her hair.

This is really a bit of a distance - Jian Ruo's scalp is a little numb.

But Sherlock took out a small white ball in the next second, which looked a bit like catkins - Jane Ruo guessed wildly - but it's not spring now.

"Monitor." Sherlock said flatly, "—too bad, now we're going to find the puzzle before the madmen. God knows I don't like this kind of adrenaline rush—driver, we must You have to speed up—!" He pulled Jian Ruo down without hesitation, and pushed her down on his lap, and the next second there was an expression of urgent anticipation on his face, which was seamless and sincere. Amazing "—my companion is dying!!!"

Jian Ruo, who was pushed down unexpectedly and stiffened all over, said:? ? ? ? ? ?Fuck? ?