[Comprehensive] The sea of ​​stars

"o! m! g!"

Sherlock pulled back his phone and quickly covered Watson's mouth before he could yell even louder.

The taxi driver glanced in the rearview mirror, and cast an ambiguous look at Sherlock and Watson that I understood, with an ambiguous smile on his face, which was similar to Mrs. Hudson's expression.

Inexplicably feeling that he had been shot again in the knee, Watson pulled Sherlock's hand angrily.He has more important things to pay attention to now, so he doesn't bother to pay attention to this misunderstanding that the whole world thinks that my good friend (ji) friend and I are gay.

"Neither he nor I are gay, no! Oh, sorry, you know, emotional instability." Shouting at the driver, Watson immediately regained his composure, pretending to apologize, but his eyes were dead Sherlock was firmly fixed on him: "Sherlock, don't you have anything to say?"

"Oh—yes, yes, he and I aren't gay."

"Sherlock!" Watson snatched the phone from him, switched the screen to the text message, and shook it twice: "That lady was kidnapped by a mad devil! My God, I dare not believe."

"Watson, you are right. This murderer is indeed seriously ill. He is mentally ill. To be precise, he has been brainwashed, just like the lawyer just now!" The more Sherlock spoke, the more excited he became. The emerald eyes reflected the brilliant light, and he loved the feeling of non-stop thinking.

"Sherlock." Watson interrupted the big detective's excited speech, and handed the phone to Sherlock's eyes: "A lady has been kidnapped! Sherlock, shouldn't we do something?"

"Say, tell Inspector Lestrade?"

"Of course..." Suddenly remembered that the lady in crisis was American, and Watson, who was currently in London, England: "...Uh, the emergency number in the United States is 911? Can I call from here?"

"Oh, of course, they will tell you, sir, please don't waste our time, international calls are expensive."

"..." Watson felt speechless. He moved his body and said dryly, "Even so, we can't ignore it."

"Hmm, the job of a soldier."

"Sherlock!"

"Okay, Watson, calm down. Think about it, since Anya Alex sent me such a long text message when she was facing the murderer, it means that her situation is not that bad. The bau A group of profilers, the IQ is obviously higher than that group of idiots at Scotland Yard, so long enough for them to rescue people."

After calming down and thinking about it, Watson had to agree with Sherlock's reasoning. He shrugged and returned the phone: "OK, it's fine."

"Hey, wait, Sherlock, how do you know that Miss America is called, Anya Alex?"

Anya, who had never touched a mobile phone and was in a very bad situation, looked at the two, uh, human popsicles standing in front of her eyes, feeling a surge of nausea in her chest.The cold temperature from the iron bed made her lips lose their color, and her body trembled uncontrollably. The worst thing was that the well-dressed perverted murderer was still using the extremely obsessed Eyes fixed on her.

Anya, who just woke up from a coma, slowly got up from the iron bed.After seeing the two frozen corpses in front of him, he couldn't help but cover his mouth, tears of terror swirled in his eyes, looking weak and moving.

"Mr. Simpson?! You..."

Simpson put down his phone, and walked up to Anya excitedly. Seeing her move back in panic, his expression darkened immediately, and he slapped himself hard!

Anya: "..." =口=

"It's all my fault. I actually forgot today's task. Miss Alex, please forgive me. I'll make it up now and never do it again!"

It's not what she thinks...

Anya swallowed nervously, her eyes gliding over the two corpses, her tears condensed even more.She took a deep breath, bit her lips tightly for a while, and forced a smile: "Mr. Simpson, it's very late today, let's do it tomorrow. Please rest assured, as long as you do well tomorrow, I will definitely forgive you. "

"Ok?"

The man in front of the screen, after hearing the words that were terrified but resolute in a gentle tone, put down the bitter-smelling coffee in his hand, raised his head, and looked at the computer seriously.

On the computer screen, it was An Ya's picture at Simpson's place - high-definition, no code, real-time follow-up!

This strange man looked at the screen, and after the embarrassed but weaker beautiful girl finished speaking, the obsession in the eyes of the mentally abnormal pervert became even worse.

The chanting of the more terrifying madman came from the loudspeaker: "This is the symbol of justice, what a noble and pure character, it is with such a beautiful belief that I can enjoy the sunshine of life."

"Mr. Simpson, I, I want to talk to you about the plan to build a better world."

Seeing that her plan was somewhat useful, the girl timidly added, her eyes as sincere as possible, even though she was still covered with tears.After being stared at by a murderer, his courage gradually lost, and his voice became smaller and smaller in the end.

Look at the wonderful performance of the girls in the picture.In front of the computer, a man wearing a neat bow tie and exuding an aristocratic and elegant atmosphere, with a standard smile on his mouth - he is really a good boy, I don't know what he will become under his promotion.

He picked up the phone, casually sent out a sentence, then propped his head up, staring at the computer intently, as if watching a wonderful movie.

Anya, who was so ashamed when she said very second-year lines, felt like a fucking dog right now.She clearly saw Simpson's tendency to want to sit under her, but after receiving a text message, she hesitated and completely changed her attitude.

"Sorry, Alex. I can't continue to endure that filthy man after facing you. What's more, this is the necessary task I presented to you to devote myself to justice. I must complete it!"

"But, Mr. Simpson..."

Anya wanted to say something more, but this time Simpson's attitude was very firm. He performed a knight's salute, walked out quickly, and then closed the door tightly.

After he left, Anya carefully walked around the two corpses and quickly ran to the door.After pulling hard several times, the thick iron door didn't even move, which made her hold the doorknob a little decadently, and slid on the ground.

The concrete floor is much warmer than the broken iron bed——

Is she sitting on it waiting to be turned into a popsicle——

After calming down for a while, feeling the blood in her body finally warming her body, Anya slowly looked around the room.

In a completely enclosed dark space, there is only a bed and a table, and the iron furniture makes the flowing cold air more stagnant.There is a small vent in the wall on the right side of the room near the roof.Anya stood up slowly and walked over. Unless she stood on the table, she would never be able to reach that height.

When Anya tried to find a way out defensively, Morgan and the others were sitting in the hotel, watching Garcia quickly call up all the places where Simpson might lock Anya up.

"He has lost his job for a long time, and he doesn't have enough money to rent a high-priced house, so he can only choose a place with a bad environment or a scandal!"

"To prevent people from bringing the victim in, the place must be very remote and probably has a basement. This will minimize the victim's screams from being heard!"

"Taking Anya out of here so quickly means that he must have a car, an unobtrusive, ordinary car. Then this place is where the car can enter!"

Summarizing so many pieces of information, Garcia quickly found out the location that met all the conditions.

"Molly No. 402, the last house in a remote street, in the outskirts, sparsely populated, and has a basement. The price was very low because there was a case of gathering people to exchange drugs with bad influence, but it was still idle for a long time. Only in the last ten days Someone rented it."

"Very well, here it is. Let's go!"

After receiving the result, Hodge and the others set off immediately with the Flying Tigers.

During this period, Garcia searched and deleted through the characteristics of the previous two victims, and sent the list of No. 3 potential victims who had disappeared to Morgan.

After seeing the black suv parked at the door, Hodge Morgan and the others became more cautious, squeezed the guns in their hands, and said to the detectives behind: "The prisoner is carrying a weapon and has at least one hostage in his hand, so be careful! "

The door was kicked open by Morgan, and they rushed in quickly.

"FBI! Simpson!"

The house was full of signs of fighting, and there was a long trail of dragging, and some blood spots were scattered on the ground.

Rhett's heart jumped up.

Intellectually, he knew that the blood could not belong to Anya, not only because Anya represented a special meaning in the hearts of unknown people, but also because Anya could not fight with strong unknown people to create such traces.

However, emotionally, when he saw the scarlet blood, he couldn't help thinking too much, and he rushed to the basement quickly, almost kicking the solid iron door with his feet without thinking.

Gordon stopped him in time, broke the lock with a shot, Morgan opened the door, and the Flying Tigers swarmed in.

In the dark basement, victim No. 3 lay on the ground with eyes wide open in horror, watching the weak girl above bravely smash the gun in the demon's hand, and then tightly grasped the dagger that was about to cut his throat, Blood gushed out in an instant.

Infected by this courage, the man suddenly rolled up from the ground, hit his head on the belly of the demon who had become extremely crazy because of the girl's actions, knocked him down, and touched the gun on the ground with his hand .

The moment the muzzle of the black hole was raised, the door to the basement was slammed open, and the dazzling light flooded the sky.There was a clear gunshot, and * made a muffled sound when he fell to the ground!

Suddenly there was a polite knock on the door, and the gentle woman shouted: "Doctor Hannibal, Mrs. Glance has come."

"Okay, please wait, I'll be there right away!"

With a slight movement of the finger, the computer screen returned to the background of the blue sea and blue sky after a flash.The man in the white coat had particularly intense interest in his eyes.