[Comprehensive] When Sherlock has a love system

Sherlock held Notte's hand, she was always like this, whenever she was nervous and frightened, her hand would be so cold, like a corpse...

Sherlock forcibly interrupted his association, he put his arms around Notte comfortingly, "You wait here, I'll go and see."

Nuote shook his head, but his attitude was not persistent, "I'll go with you. Waiting for the result here, I can't feel at ease."

She is the most troubled one.

At first she did think about ghosts and gods, but soon she thought of a bigger possibility - time travel.

It stands to reason that another time traveler would not have a big impact on her, but she was so flustered that she couldn't feel at ease if she didn't take a look.

When Nuote arrived, there was not a single policeman left, and they even cleaned up the traces of their arrival.After all, cracking a murder case is called merit, but resurrecting the dead is troublesome.Since the Merovingian family is willing to deal with it by themselves, they can't wait to get out sooner.

Because of the seriousness of the situation, Harrison also followed and personally controlled the servants here. They were all under house arrest. On the one hand, it was to prevent disturbing people's hearts, and on the other hand, they were all suspected.

Harrison whispered next to Note's ear, "Miss, Miss Catherine...killed Carl after coming back to life"

"What is the murder weapon?"

Harrison paused, "Throttled, with your hands."

Nuo Te closed her eyes, she could imagine the scene of a person covered in corpse spots re-entering the room and strangling a person to death.

Horror picture.

She whispered to Sherlock, "Honestly, what she's doing reminds me of The Devil's Killing."

Sherlock retorted, "There are no ghosts in this world."

Notte murmured, "I hope so."

Harrison added, "She's in her own bedroom now, no one dares to come near, don't know what she's doing."

"I gonna go see."

"Miss." Harrison took a slight step forward, blocking Note's way, "You can't risk yourself."

"That's right. The best way is to evacuate everyone and kill Catherine directly." Note changed the subject, "But, I want to know the truth."

"If you can find someone more suitable than me and Sherlock, of course I don't mind not going." Notte asked back.It is the most appropriate means to use family justice to pressure Harrison, "Harrison, this matter must be resolved as soon as possible. Have you ever thought about who would happen to it if this happened again? How much it would affect the Merovingian family Impact?"

Harrison was silent, silently getting out of the way.

Sherlock wisely kept silent these days, he took Notte's hand and left everything to her.

His duty is to protect Note and solve the case.

Nott clenched Sherlock's hand, and carefully pushed the door open.

But there was no one in the room at all.

But she left two things on the table.

One is a selfie of Catherine after her death.

She still kept her appearance when she died, and she didn't even put on the clothes she took off during the autopsy, and the corpse spots could still be seen vaguely.His face was pale and expressionless, as stiff as a zombie.

Nott thought, it was a good thing that Stoke didn't make two cuts on Catherine when he was doing the autopsy.

But she soon lost the mood to have fun.

Catherine's selfie wants people not to know this, but the bloody reverse cross in the middle of her shoulder blades, which is exactly the same as herself.

She clenched the photo in her hands tightly, her face was as pale as the face in the photo.

This is implying that she, Nuo Te, is also resurrected from the dead!

With Sherlock's intelligence, he would definitely be able to guess something, and Notte dared not look back at the expression on his face.

The traversers are all talking nicely, and in all fairness, Notte himself can't accept that the close person around him is a person who has been resurrected from the dead.

But what Sherlock thinks is that if Notte really came back from the dead, how many times can she come back to life?

A slender white hand took the photo from Notte's hand.It took a little effort, because Notte was so tight.

"Sherlock..." Notte was a little confused.

Seeing that it was almost burnt, Sherlock shook his hands, the ashes scattered all over the ground, and the rest of the photo was completely burned during the fall.

"Is there no monitor here?" Sherlock also asked.

"Ah..." Notte responded, "No."

"Fine. Let's continue." Sherlock nodded with satisfaction, then picked up the second item.

"Oh."

The second item was a piece of paper, on which Notte was familiar, and it was an excerpt from Dante's Divine Comedy.

"Like the wings of a purple-winged bird

Bring them into the cold wind in groups,

That gust of wind also made these evil ghosts

Can't help churning up, down, left and right;

They can never have any hope:

Even if I just want to suffer less pain, instead of stopping and not flying.

Like the geese that line the sky,

Can't help sending out miserable screams. "

Excerpted from "Divine Comedy Hell", this section describes the punishment for the good, the lustful, and the evil.

Nott thought of Mrs. Frankland's case before.

Similarly, for the criminal, what she wants to express is slightly different from Dante's point of view.

Unreasonable sex and desire.Homosexuals like Mrs. Frankland, stealers and lovers like Carl and Catherine...

Wait, steal, love? !

"Rowling...Ms. Rowling!" Nott grabbed Sherlock's hand, "She's in danger. Let's go and see her!"

Notte clutched her chest as she walked out of the room.It was as if he had been punched suddenly, and it hurt muffled.She bowed her head, wow, it was a mouthful of blood.

Sherlock was also taken aback, and quickly supported Notte who was about to faint, "What's wrong with you?"

"I..." Notte opened his mouth, his eyes darkened.

Sherlock picked up the fainted Notte and hurried out of the room.

In the gloomy bedroom, there was the smell of ashes and living people.

A black shadow crawled on the ground, reverently and humblely.

The blood on the ground was licked up bit by bit.

"My cup will never run dry, for you are my nectar."

Low, hoarse voice, greedy.