[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

044.

It was still dark.Thick black flows like a river.I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but under such a night, Jian Ruo just feels a little cold for no reason.

The plain dress she was wearing could not resist the coldness of Oxford in late autumn.The overcoat she was wearing could only give her a slight warmth.Just as Jian Ruo opened the car door, she couldn't help shivering.

Sherlock supported her, and obviously felt her trembling all over. Seeing the taxi gradually go away, he lowered his eyes and stared at Jian Ruo with a dark and unclear expression: "...Do you want my coat?"

"!" Jian Ruo raised her head in astonishment, her arm was still resting on Sherlock's hand, and a bunch of soft fixed hair slipped down, like the soft and bright red of the treetops quietly blown by the night wind——

Quietly picturesque.

The entire scene was reflected in Sherlock's eyes and was recorded faithfully.His eyes moved, and he said quietly: "Oh, you don't have to be too surprised. Giving employees appropriate benefits is conducive to motivating each other's work."

"...But I already have a coat." Jian Ruo's answer was a little awkward, she was actually not willing to reject Sherlock - in fact, few people were willing to reject Sherlock's kindness, but, in a certain strange aesthetic Persistence—two coats over a skirt is definitely super weird! She still chose the answer that was actually not easy to say.

Jian Ruo paused slightly: "...but I want your scarf."

Sherlock glanced at Jian Ruo's neck: "—Oh, are you sure? That might make you look a little out of shape..."

"I don't! I'm here! Almost!" Jian Ruo twitched her lips, staring persistently at the scarf around Sherlock's neck.

He shrugged, and slowly took off the scarf, Jian Ruo was ready to pick it up with a smile on his face, but Sherlock didn't stop, went around Jian Ruo's hand, and wrapped the scarf around her neck——

"Wait a minute!" Jian Ruo grabbed his hand subconsciously, feeling a little uncomfortable, "—I...I can—" Her voice was a little weak, "Well, I mean, I don't like you The scarf way." She hung her head, without looking at Sherlock's face, silently moved his hand down, shook the scarf off, and tied the scarf in the same way as before.

She breathed out calmly, the scarf wrapped her and carried someone's body temperature, Jian Ruo felt a little strange when she realized this - but soon she was not in the mood to care about such a trivial matter.

"——! What?? I went in alone??" Jian Ruo was stunned, and the words "Are you kidding me?" were almost written on her face.

The whole world knows what kind of flag this strange combination of night, hospital, and being alone indicates—although ghosts are purely fictitious, what if you accidentally stray into some strange place?

"Sherlock! Aren't we partners who support each other?" Jian Ruo said righteously, "How can partners abandon each other?! No, I can't! I can't leave you alone!" She said with exaggerated grief, "I am not that Kind of people!"

Sherlock glanced around Jian Ruo strangely, as if he saw some magical creature: "...What gave you the illusion that we are 'supporting each other'? —— After you lowered the average scene After IQ?"

——At this time, Jian Ruo hopes that another Sherlock Holmes will be on the scene, after all, it will be her and Sherlock who will lower the IQ of the scene [Smile]

"Well, obviously, because we have competitors." Sherlock put his hands in his pockets, swayed his body slightly, and turned to a tall building opposite the hospital—"According to the angle of the sniper and the wind speed, I have to go to the opposite building." Lo find the sniper the other sent out to kill. If you're looking for a dead Borut or you'd prefer to be shot with both when you meet Borut - oh sure I can join you Go in—" he gave a huge but perfunctory smile, "—perhaps you'd rather die with Borut? You're welcome, Jane dear, I know a few good funeral parlors in Oxford who cremate The level is pretty good—”

Jane Ruo hastily interrupted Sherlock's free play, with a little reluctance: "—but we can take Borut out to find a quiet place to talk!"

"It's a pity that Ben Borut is temporarily disabled on the bed and cannot move. You can try to carry him, and pray that the sniper just falls asleep during this process." Sherlock's voice was flat and unwavering. He took out an earphone and handed it to Jian Ruo, "—Actually, I recommend that you do what I say."

Jian Ruo took the earphone, and was a little speechless: "...How can you be sure that the other party only sent a sniper? What if someone else is ambushing in the hospital—"

Sherlock snorted. "Come on. They're not stupid enough to let an assassin approach a hypnotist - don't waste any more time!"

With a heavy heart, Jian Ruo put on the earphone—maybe it shouldn't be called an earphone: "...you are killing me, Sherlock...you actually let me act alone. So what do I want to say when I meet Borut? Are we going to rescue him? 'Hey, Mr. Borut, you are about to be killed. See you in hell?' No, no, no, my heart refuses. Obviously I want to ask him a question and want to know the answer. You, why didn't you go to the hospital."

Sherlock was a little impatient by her whining: "Oh, of course I can go to the hospital. But first you must be able to successfully enter the building opposite, find and knock down the sniper at perfect speed, and then don't let him Run away—if you can do all this, I can trade this guy with you—after all, the sniper has information on both sides. It would be a waste to let him escape.”

Jane Ruo glanced at Sherlock's sparkling eyes excitedly, curled her lips, and sighed, a little depressed but helpless: "——Fine, fine, it's up to you, let's do it!"

——She didn't think about it at all, what would happen if Sherlock didn't find the sniper in time?What if he fails to stop the sniper's attack in time.

However, will this be the case?

That's Sherlock.

……

Listening to the footsteps echoing in the empty corridor, it always makes people feel a little bit numb for no reason——Jian Ruo tried her best to lighten her footsteps, but I don't know if it was her psychological effect, the sound of lightly stepping on the floor, As if it was suddenly magnified a hundred times when it fell, it only felt very obvious when it landed on the bottom of her ear.

She moved the headset, and Sherlock over there didn't speak, which made her wonder if it was Sherlock fooling her broken headset to make her feel at ease ==

She thought the guy could do it.

She tightened her scarf, feeling that the hospital was cold for no reason.

——423, 423...Ah!Finally found.

Jian Ruo breathed a sigh of relief, gestured to the door of the ward, knocked twice, and then opened the door——

She heard that Sherlock over there seemed to have pushed some door open, and the two of them were doing it almost at the same time. For some reason, this made Jian Ruo a little uncontrollably nervous——

The ward was completely dark, and the curtains were pulled down, layer upon layer.Jian Ruo can imagine the position of the bed - she has been to this place, but in fact, she didn't see anything clearly.

But before her eyes could adapt to the darkness, Jian Ruo heard Sherlock curse softly.

She blinked.

I used a small flashlight to shine a light on the hospital bed.She had a hunch... sure enough.

—the ward was empty.

……

He is waiting for someone, although he knows that person may never come.

Ben Borut quietly stared at the ceiling in the dark.He hadn't slept for a long time - all the doctors couldn't do anything about it, they all said it was because he was stimulated by the death of a loved one.Only he himself knew what it was for——

——That is memory, the shackles that are carried on a person's body, one after another.

Maybe that person won't come, he can only wait for the group of greedy betrayers.Ben Borut's eyes were cold, he "directed" the nurse to bring him a wheelchair in the evening, and under the cover of the night, he changed the room.

—— Calculate the time, it's almost time.

Those bastards would find out--the fact that the little fool was just a shield.

They thought that Jerry was really a "god"—a bunch of mentally retarded people, such idiots, why would they want to fight him?

——It really couldn’t be easier to create a shield.

That rough badge he left for little fool Jerry—oh, that poor kid always likes to rob him, and that's fine, but there's a price to be paid, but he's not like everybody else, He likes to pay good for bad - how about teaching the poor kid to hypnotize?How about making him more like the "god" in the minds of traitors?

It was just an obstacle set up casually out of some kind of vigilance, but in the end it really fooled those guys.Also - who would have thought that he would be willing to portray himself as a bullied little pitiful?

laugh.

It's boring to live, but he can't die.Then let everyone suffer a little bit.

Ben Borut sat quietly in the wheelchair, his eyes closed in the dark, and he still had that dull and calm expression, as if nothing had happened.

——It’s so tiring to be alive.

Those heavy, painful memories were all on his body at this moment, and in the darkness, frame by frame appeared in front of him.

That kind of deep tiredness, like a clock that keeps going forward, reminds him all the time—about his identity and everything about him.

In the darkness, he frowned painfully.

The next second, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The door of the ward was pushed open, and light flooded in instantly. The light was rectangular, like a coffin, reflected in his eyes.

He saw a shadowy figure standing in front of the door, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

"--4

49...Ah, I found it. "

He heard a gasping female voice say so.