[Comprehensive British and American Drama] Time and Space BUG Repairman

It's like a person with fear of heights wakes up and finds that he has turned into a bird.

It's like a patient with trypophobia wakes up and finds himself turned into a lotus pod.

It's like a claustrophobic person waking up to find himself turned into an elevator.

In his sleep, Sherlock dreams of Watson's death.

On the constantly refreshing screen in front of him, there were a few big bloody characters—【How are you going to let him die this time? 】

On the background wall behind, there is a large high-definition screen.

John Watson, whose limbs were nailed by iron nails, hung motionless on the wooden frame, like a ridiculous poster imitating the crucifixion of Jesus.

The military doctor on the screen closed his eyes and looked haggard. His hands and feet were completely pierced, and the dark red blood flowed along the wooden frame and gathered at the feet, which had already solidified into dry black.

Let's start from the beginning--

Sherlock received a commission. A red-haired client named Flame asked him to help find his lover Orient. He only knew that the other party disappeared on an ordinary morning. The only clue was the computer records. The only saved website interface.

Sherlock watched Watson type in the website address, and registered as one of the [-] members of the website.

The two sat around the computer and browsed one section after another, which were nothing more than boring landscape pictures and funny videos.

Just when even Watson felt that this was just an ordinary entertainment forum, Sherlock discovered that there was only more than 90 posts in a section that required verification to browse.

This is very different from the tens of thousands of views in other boards, and hundreds of replies in a single post.

The detective silently pointed to the board: [Trial Court]

Watson immediately clicked on it, and a prompt box for entering the verification password appeared unexpectedly.

"Sherlock, we can't enter without the verification code." Watson told him regretfully.

The detective who doesn't usually surf the Internet frowned: "How many digits is the password?"

Hearing this, Watson paused, and counted the prompt box: "Eight, can you guess it?"

Like a kindergarten class teacher waiting for his students to answer the Olympiad questions, he has an expression of "I don't believe it, but I am looking forward to it".

Sherlock's eyes stared at the homepage of the forum for a moment——

[Red, blue and white tone, mood?Movie?flag?Yes!France?No, Holland?No, Luxembourg?Big mistake, Czechoslovakia?Correct, Forum visitor distribution, Music, Symphony, Austria, Italy.Yes.The Munich Conference, Nazi Germany... not too far away. 】

Two seconds later, the detective told Watson: "Try 19921125."

"Although I seem stupid every time I do this, I still can't help it..." He tapped the eight-digit number neatly, and with a ding, the prompt was correct, and then they entered the hidden page.

Therefore, the head teacher of the kindergarten expressed his surprise to the high-functioning anti-social elements who have nothing to do with children except for their emotional intelligence: "I can't help but ask you a question that seems childish again... How the hell did you guess?" from?!"

Sherlock stuck his face in front of the monitor the instant the page appeared: "This is the date of separation of the Czech and Slovak Federal Republics."

……

Watson wanted to say that he fully understood, but the head teacher couldn't do it.

He was stunned, and he decided to let this little episode go with the wind: "Okay, Sherlock, can you move your face back a little bit, the whole screen is blocked by you, and it's not good for your eyes..."

In the middle of speaking, he suddenly froze as if he had been hit with a sap.

On the page, there suddenly appeared four small squares that looked like ID cards, with different people's names, nationalities, ages, and personalities written on them... and beside them, there was a red horizontal bar, which was constantly increasing. The number, on the side of the number is written: [Slaughter Price] There is also a relatively low starting price on the right side, which is marked as [Living Animal Custom Price].

The hairs all over his body stood on end.

If it hadn't been combined with the client's previous secretive and dignified notification, Watson would have regarded it as a disgusting joke.

Especially when he saw the small black words on the bottom line of the ID card, the marked [All will be in charge of you, the whole process is completely confidential, and the slaughter location and time will be notified in a special way.Welcome new and old customers to visit us! 】After the content, there is a sense of absurd joke.

The detective had already grabbed the mouse and scrolled, and the page showed a complete style from top to bottom.

This is a real-time page similar to an auction. There are about 8,9 or [-] people participating in the auction. They are the culprits that make this number continue to increase.

The "bidding" process is very rigorous and complete, and the identity of the bidding user is very confidential. To paraphrase an old Internet idiom - you never know that the person opposite the computer is actually a dog.

The people behind this website are definitely a bunch of animals.

The price figure would increase or even double every few minutes. Watson looked at the displayed bidding time, and one of the Thai black-haired youths marked "New Products" had only 30 seconds left. .

His heart beat with the beat of the numbers.

When the time is 0, the "identity mark" picture belonging to him will disappear completely.

It is impossible to know who the victim is, let alone the specific identity of the buyer.

This is a killing site.

Watson didn't know why, but his sixth sense told him clearly.

When his brain notified him like this, his first thought was to look up at Sherlock, hoping to find an answer from him, even a perfect analysis that refuted his ridiculous guess.

However, when he looked at the detective, his whole body froze as if he had been hit with a sap——

The expression on Sherlock's face was as calm and desolate as ever, but his eyes were full of interest in all this.

Yes, interest.

rather than disgust or fear.

Watson, who discovered this, felt a kind of fear.

He tentatively called: "Sherlock."

"Huh?" The detective's eyes were concentrated on the screen, and the whole line of sight was shining brightly reflected by the glowing display screen.

He answered absent-mindedly, and then lightly tapped the mouse pad with his finger: "Did you find out? A living person buying and selling group is completely voluntary."

Watson felt a hoarse voice in his throat: "Voluntary?"

"The so-called self-determined level of living creatures... I heard a story from Mycroft when I was a child. There is a profitable business. As long as you pay a price of [-] US dollars, you can experience the torture and killing of living people in a place that is completely concealed and kept secret." It is said that the victims who were killed were completely voluntary. Most of them were extremely poor, and they had to sacrifice their own lives in order for their families to continue to live on.”

Sherlock recalled that when he heard it at the beginning, he only thought that the "bedtime story" that Mycroft told his younger brother who was still in good spirits in the middle of the night was exaggerated and funny, but how could he be verified by himself today.

"How can you be sure that they are really voluntary?" Watson felt shuddering, and his voice became louder unconsciously: "Who would voluntarily do such a thing?!"

The detective glanced at him with a strange, seemingly incomprehensible expression: "Of course, for pleasure, isn't that the reason why many perverted killers commit crimes? Now there is a way to pay no price, oh except money. , where you can feel the pleasure of killing, that’s why guys who usually cover up their sickness appear one after another. Maybe, they will also whitewash this behavior as a charity activity to rescue the poor to comfort themselves after enjoying it. Pretty logical, isn't it?"

Watson was silent for a long time.

He suddenly understood why he was so abnormal today——

All he cared about was the victim.

And Sherlock's mind is full of those guys who are about to become murderers or are already murderers.

His lack of empathy for the victims, always has been.

But today, this feeling is especially obvious, which gives Watson a very bad premonition.

Sherlock seems to have noticed that the silence time of his partner is a bit long this time, and the eyes that have been condensed on the screen for a long time finally shifted to Watson's face. He carefully observed the solemn expression of the other party, and then asked suddenly: "Am I Letting you down again? I've said something like this three times - don't think of me as a hero because I'm not."

John Watson, who was silent, looked back at the detective who pointed at the question without leaving any room. After a long time, the corners of his mouth curled up.

"I've known that for a long time."

He just couldn't control it, and couldn't help thinking about the pain, despair and sorrow of those victims when they were tortured and killed in the most cruel way.

As soon as he thinks of this, he will have hatred for his own powerlessness.

And a few days later, when the two were investigating the mysterious website in the Czech Republic... Watson also understood the true feelings of the "victim" in the most empathetic way.

He was caught and left to be slaughtered as an object.

The webpage that has changed the domain name, and the flashing laptop are now in front of Sherlock.

In a mocking way, it was placed in front of the detective who was led in the wrong direction and rushed to nothing.

[A little bug who tried to dig us, how are you going to let him die this time? 】

When a person is completely satisfied materially and can do whatever he wants, there will be emptiness, extreme emptiness.

It's like not knowing what to do next, what kind of excitement can I have in my future life?

The feeling of blood gushing is becoming more and more difficult to find, and the pursuit of psychological satisfaction is becoming more and more difficult. Only by hurting others can one find the feeling of being alive.

His analysis at the time was without any personal emotion.

[Peel off his skin! 】

[And ate his stupid brain. 】

【How about strangling him with his own internal organs? 】

[No, no, we should be more gentle and make him a complete specimen. 】

[Cut with a blade, you will die when you see the first cut, let's make a bet. 】

Uncontrollable trembling.

An overwhelming sense of hopelessness.

【How about we burn him to death?Fire is the most sacred and fair. 】

The fire ignited from the whole body of John Watson who was tied to the wooden frame, and the turbulent flames wrapped around his figure almost instantly.

Roaring in extreme pain, screaming hysterically, was soon engulfed by billowing smoke.

On the wooden frame, there were no shadows of people, only endless gray and black smoke filling the screen.

Sherlock stared blankly at everything in front of him.

I don't know how long it took, until the ear was completely silent.

He felt a cold liquid slid down his cheek.

Don't take me for a hero because I'm not.

He woke up from the dream.

Familiar wooden villas, in the simply furnished rooms, there is a sweet fragrance of flowers and fruits.

Lin Sheng, who was holding an empty glass, stood in front of him expressionlessly, retracting his right hand.

Sherlock calmed down the manic heartbeat that he didn't know what it felt like.

After a long time, he wiped off the dripping water on his face: "Thank you for waking me up, but for watering and handcuffing, next time you just choose one."

Lin Sheng explained to him: "I poured water on your face, but you didn't respond. In the end, I could only slap you twice, and you just woke up."

Regardless of the image, Sherlock directly wiped his face with his sleeve, wiped the water from his hair indiscriminately, and then covered his eyes with his hands.

Putting the water glass back to its original place, Lin Sheng stood by the door: "You are all haunted by the nightmare, you are the last one I wake up, the others, of course including Watson, are all unharmed. "

"...Well." Sherlock completely hid his eyes in the palm of his hand, unable to see his expression now.

"From the moment I woke up, I knew it."

Did I disappoint you again?

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