Baker Street Grocery Store [Comprehensive]

Mrs. Holmes went out, and Mr. Holmes came in.

The moment Clara saw Sherlock appear on the opposite street, she turned her head and walked away, and immediately turned into a nearby storefront.I couldn't help but whisper in my heart, why did the detective and the doctor appear in this store?

After they entered, Clara, who had sneaked away, suddenly realized that something was wrong. Sherlock and Watson would appear together, indicating that they were investigating a case, but the investigation found this store... combined with Yao Sulin once said But "they must have received the message", which means that one of Yao Sulin's companions has been killed, and the news has reached Sherlock.

If he finds the murdered person, maybe he can find out the whereabouts of Yuhan, and he will be more than one step ahead of the boss.But who would be the one who was killed?

Huh?

Oh……

Stupid Clara.

Clara looked at the newsstand opposite and laughed. That's Sherlock. If it's a case that Sherlock can take action, and it also vaguely involves smuggling, it's not normal if it's not in the newspaper.

Now is the test of the eyesight and courage of the media, whether they can discover this news, and whether they dare to report this news.

If they didn't report it, then she'd—well, find another way.

Clara walked to the opposite side of the road slowly, and took today's newspaper from the newsstand. When he said goodbye to Sherlock last night, he still looked bored, so it must have happened today. With Sherlock's mind, It's not uncommon to check here in one morning.

Finally, she found reports of several homicides in a certain corner, two suicides and one murder.

The suicide case can be put aside, since it was hunted down, it should—

Oh no!

Since he was hunted down by a mysterious and powerful organization, it would be abnormal for him to have a murder case that was clearly revealed.

Clara looked at the two suicide cases, one was a bank executive and the other was a journalist. If you look at Yao Sulin's profession together, there is always an aura of intellectuals and cultural people rushing towards you.

In short... let's start with these two suicide cases.Well, let's start with the bank, thought Clara, who loves money.

Four or 10 minutes later, Clara walked into the magnificent bank. Her coat had been deposited in the shopping mall next door. She was smiling and dressed in a small suit. She looked like an elite person. She smiled naturally at the staff and walked away Into the bathroom.

Not long after, a fat lady with a work ID came in. Clara smiled at her. Although the other party was a little puzzled, she still nodded to Clara.

What happened next was a bit of a "coincidence". There were already a lot of people in the bathroom, and Clara's phone rang again. She had to shake her wet left hand, took out her phone and started talking. In the crowded crowd, the free right hand "accidentally" held down the faucet of running water, and very "coincidentally" bared the fat lady.

"Oh my god!" Clara rushed over in panic, and kept wiping her with a napkin, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I'm really sorry, let me wipe it for you."

"Uh...it's okay, no need, no need..."

The other party was also a little dizzy by the scene, and even Clara took off her work card when she took off her coat, but she didn't notice.

"Don't you really need my help?" Clara looked at the fat lady sincerely.

The other party looked a little embarrassed, and took the coat in her hand: "It's okay, it will be fine in a while."

"Well, I'm very sorry," Clara said apologetically, "to trouble you."

The lady told her repeatedly that it was okay, and Clara just left the bathroom. As soon as she went out, there was an extra work card around her neck.

After a while, when Clara calmly pressed down the elevator on the upper floor with a blank file folder and a work card from the restroom, the people on the same ride were not curious about who she was except to strike up a conversation and ask for contact information. , Why is she here.

Sure enough, people rely on clothes.If she relied on her usual casual attire, she would probably be spotted by the security guards as soon as she entered the door, thanks to Louise——

Thinking of the owner of the clothes, Clara's heart sank again, and she stepped up her pace.

I have to say, is it because her acting skills are too good, or the company has a heavy workload, after she introduced herself as the intern today, one after another folders began to be thrown at her, almost all of which were delivered to the office of so-and-so , Taking a look at XX and other errands, this behavior of treating the newcomer like a beast is simply outrageous.

"Oh—sorry sorry!"

In a panic, Clara seemed to have bumped into someone. She put down the stacked documents in her arms, and finally saw the person hit in front of her.

The other party had blond hair, frowned, staggered and stopped.

Clara's eyes flickered, as if she saw something, she hurriedly put it aside, and asked with concern, "I'm really sorry, I'm new here, are you okay?"

She stood still, smiled and shook her head at Clara, her attitude was kind: "It's okay."

After speaking, without waiting for Clara to answer, she took a step and left quickly.

Clara was still staring at the other person's back in a daze. A colleague beside her saw that she seemed to be curious about the lady, so she kindly introduced it to her.

"That's the manager's secretary." The colleague next to him was drinking coffee, "Don't have any undue thoughts on her, she is the manager's secret lover."

"..." Do you know the underground lover?

Clara used the spirit of asking when she didn't understand: "Uh, who is the manager?"

"It's just—" the colleague paused, and said in a low voice, "It's the manager who shot himself to death at home, and it's even in the newspaper."

The manager's secretary and lover...

Clara smiled, and was about to catch up with the secretary who entered the office, but was suddenly pulled back by her colleague.

"Newcomer," the colleague looked surprised, "you don't want to use her to take over the position?"

"Ah?" Clara was a little confused. The secretary is a woman, not a man. How can she let her be the superior.

The colleague showed a mysterious smile, waved his hands, shook his head, and left with a sigh.

This means...

Could it be that Miss Secretary is bisexual?

Clara hesitated for a moment. Now that time is limited, whether she is bisexual or not, let's try it first.

Why do you want to have a relationship with Miss Secretary?The reason is very simple. There is a clear hairpin in her hair, which is so clear that it cannot be ignored.The secretary is also the manager's secret lover, this is simply obvious.

Regardless of whether it is true or not, get it first, and then send the picture to Yao Sulin, and ask her to make a rough appraisal. If it is really the jade hairpin, it will save a lot of effort.

After the plan was made, Clara ran non-stop for more than an hour before finally receiving an errand task that met her wishes.

She stood at the door, took a few breaths, knocked on the door and put the documents on the secretary's desk. The secretary lowered her head and gave a soft hum without looking up at Clara.

It was this angle that made Clara feel that she was very lucky. Looking closer, the hosta was even more beautiful and simple.

You said... In this situation, should she think more, should she think more, or should she think more?

Clara took out the phone without anyone noticing it, but just as soon as she quickly pressed the camera button, she didn't want the shutter sound to be turned off. The "click" made the secretary raise her head.

The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

The secretary looked at her wonderingly, "Are you a newcomer?"

"The new one can't be newer." Clara smiled awkwardly, then put the phone in the palm of her hand, clasped her hands in an apologetic gesture, "I'm sorry, I think your hair looks good, er...it's tied very firmly, I think Do some research..."

Clara touched the hair that was rolled up at the back of her head skillfully, and it immediately let the hair loose.

"You see, I can't always tie it tight... This morning has given me a lot of things to do."

The secretary seemed to understand something, and asked with a smile, "You just graduated?"

"Yes," Clara said shyly, bowing slightly, "it might cause trouble for you in the future."

As she said that, her hair fell loosely, and when she let out her long hair, she made her face even fairer. Her gray eyes were a little hazy, which inexplicably gave people a delicate and pitiful feeling.

Clara said incoherently, "Ah, sorry, look, this morning..."

The secretary seemed to be a very kind person, and he was very gentle with her clumsiness, and even put down the work at hand, got up and tied her hair herself.

This too gentle appearance made Clara almost doubt her sexual orientation.

The secretary conveniently inserted the hosta on her head. Seen from the back, the black-haired hosta had an inexplicably oriental beauty, much more suitable than her blond hair.

The secretary smiled and said, "Find something to pin your hair, it can be fixed better."

"Ah, where do I have a hairpin?" Clara responded extremely quickly, "If you don't mind, can I wear this first and return it later?"

After hearing this, the secretary hesitated.

Clara immediately burst into tears: "I was clumsy this morning, I didn't do anything well, and I was always scolded. I hope I can do it well, but it's always because of little things like hair..."

Apparently the secretary had also experienced this kind of thing, and she immediately expressed her understanding, and said with a kind face that Clara could temporarily borrow her hosta, and Clara thanked the secretary very gratefully.Before leaving, the secretary slipped a note to her inexplicably.

... Clara is quite familiar with this routine. It seems that the gossip provided by that colleague is still very reliable.

It's just that she has been stuffed with notes by men and accosted by women, which is really one of the few experiences.

But as a professional intelligence officer, of course she has to do a full set of acting. Clara turned her head and smiled "shyly" at the secretary, and then left.

Very good, now this bank has given her a completely different experience, which cannot be felt in other banks.

Clara pulled out the hosta from her head in the bathroom, and a woman with long hair and a shawl appeared in the mirror in front of her. She took a few glances, um...it seems that she really looks prettier with draped hair. The note inserted by the secretary was, without a doubt, a string of numbers.

After thinking about it, Clara carefully stuffed the number back into her pocket. This secretary lady can still develop into a customer when necessary. Whoever makes the small grocery store's business bad will almost fail to open.

After getting the jade hairpin, she put on her coat and slipped out of the bank without even thinking about it. She took the hairpin with her and left without saying goodbye. How could the secretary make a good impression on her, let alone go to the grocery store to support her business .

Clara secretly sent the picture of Yuhan to Yao Sulin. Just after her text message was sent, another text message followed:

"Cooper, check Mr. X from Bank X and Reporter Y from News Y. They are related to Yao Sulin."

"Okay, Boss."

At the same time, Yao Sulin's text message came back quickly——

"Clara, this seems to be the hosta! How did you do it!"

Clara didn't reply, but only looked at the hosta in her hand, and couldn't help feeling that the time was just right.

As night fell again, she continued to run around. After finding Louise's admission to the hospital according to the taxi last night, Clara finally felt a little tired at this time...

Standing at the door of Louise's ward, she was about to open the door to enter, but she stopped.There were people inside, their adoptive parents, who were quietly wiping away tears as they watched Louise who was unconscious on the hospital bed.

Although facing Louise's current situation, Clara wanted to wipe her tears very much, but her previous experience had already given her a physical aversion to this action.

What are you crying for?If crying is useful, let your whole body be left with only your eyes.A horrible teacher said this to her a few years ago.

Leaving the door of the ward, taking this opportunity, Clara went to the doctor's office. After identifying herself, she asked the doctor a lot of questions in detail, but most of the answers she got were "we don't know very well" and "need to be checked"...

The doctor also explained a lot to her, but what she remembered was only individual sentences, such as "Her condition is somewhat similar to neurasthenia".

Nervous breakdown?

"Will neurasthenia make her drowsy?" Clara asked, but she was at a loss. She lacked knowledge in this area and couldn't help Louise in this situation.

"Hmm...it will lead to frequent fatigue." The doctor thought about it, "Miss, you have asked me a lot of detailed questions, even if you didn't even ask the patient's parents, you must be very concerned about her. Then I must be honest Tell you, please be prepared."

The doctor said with regret: "Her illness is a bit strange. We don't know the cause, but her body functions have fallen into a dormant state one by one, like a vegetable. What we are doing now is just instilling nutrients in her." , to ensure that she survives."

It was the first time she encountered such a thing, and Clara was still a little dazed.

"Although the conclusion of the expert group has not yet come out, miss," the doctor shook his head, "I'm afraid there is nothing we can do. Miss Louise's end is not far away."

Do not,

Then her Louise...

This was the little time she had managed to get after [-] hours of sleepless nights, exhausting her brain, and running around. However, since hearing the doctor's sentence, Clara just sat in front of Louise's hospital bed, watching her pale. Sleeping face, very confused.

That night, she didn't go anywhere. She didn't go to the lawyer Winslow first as in the previous serious and rational plan. If it didn't work, she went to ask the boss...

It seems that she hasn't talked with Louise for a long time. The last time I went to eat hot pot with her, she was still full of Sherlock.

Louise tried so much to get her to go home for Christmas, but she still refused. Maybe I should listen to her at that time?After all, she had never been obedient to Louise.

Louise always remembered to greet her, and as the weather turned colder and warmer, she would come to remind Clara to change her clothes, even though she didn't pay much attention to these things herself.

When she just graduated from university, she wanted to escape from the place where Louise was, fearing that she would be involved in these things, but later Louise still followed her closely, despite Clara's indifference, Louise Did not leave her either.

Seeing Louise lying motionless and lifeless, Clara once again had the idea of ​​"why should she live" after many years.

When did Louise become so important to her?

Seems like it's always been like this.

They grew up together, and they were together when they were very young. The sky in the orphanage was always gray. Clara later thought, maybe Oliver, the orphan described by Dickens, was the same color as the sky she saw, but she was more beautiful than Oliver. Fortunately, after all, she still has Louise by her side.

A long time ago, when she was not "Clara Cooper", she was very weak and was always bullied in the orphanage. Louise helped her bully back, spit at them, swear at them, Will beat other children hard with dirty little hands.

Even if they were finally adopted, if the adoptive parents were inconsiderate to Clara, she would justly warn them, even though she had embarrassed the parents many times.

……

See, isn't it surprising that Louise and her personality seem to have been completely reversed these days.Louise becomes gentle and kind, while she is cunning and cold.

Without Louise, she seemed to have no strength.

The last time she was so depressed was when she tried to commit suicide in the face of those cruel beatings.

But at that time, a companion told her that only by living can there be hope. Think about it, do you still have any regrets that have not been completed?

At that time, she longed from the bottom of her heart, if only she could see Louise again, after all, she had always protected her so much.

Yes, Louise had been protecting her for as long as she could remember.

Now that Louise was lying on the hospital bed dying, Clara felt that for a moment she seemed to have returned to her childhood. She was cowardly and timid, waiting for Louise to protect her. Without Louise, she had no strength at all. left.

Just like now, Louise has been sentenced to "the end is approaching", so why should she——

The notification tone of the mobile phone rang suddenly in the silent ward.

Clara looked down at the strange sender.

"Nancy found it—SH."

……Oh.

Clara continued to look at Louise in a daze, and after a while, another text message came, and she actually changed the number.

"Do you know where Yao Sulin is? - SH."

Clara felt powerless for a while. Sure enough, after the detectives found Yao Sulin, they still suspected her.

Except for Louise, no one in this world believed her at all, although she was indeed not worthy of trust.

Tsk, she has nothing to complain about, she is obviously right to suspect.

So how much Louise loves her, but unfortunately, when she didn't think about how to repay her, when she was unprepared, Louise was lying in the hospital.

"Clara, you were angry yesterday because I had doubts about your words? - SH."

This one made her pause for a moment.

Clara hesitated for a moment, then replied with a simple "yes".

The other party was honest at once, more than half an hour passed, and there was no text message.

Clara threw the phone aside, stared at Louise, stood up slowly, touched Louise's hand lightly, but shrank back from the cold temperature, too, it's only early spring, Louise The infusion has been going on again, even if there is an air conditioner here, it is normal for the hands to be cold.

Clara covered her hand carefully, feeling extremely wronged, but sad.

She has not changed from beginning to end, she is still the timid little girl who hides behind Louise, and she is spoiled by Louise.

She always feels that as long as Louise believes in herself, then she can do anything—"Anyway, there are reasons why some people believe in me", so she dared to leave Yao Sulin alone to the Boss regardless of life or death, so she treated Xia Locke lied a lot, so he treated Winslow's sincerity in every possible way before as dung.

How cynical a person is, how much she cares about the person who really understands her.

But that's what's shameful, like she took advantage of Louise's care and trust, just for self-hypnosis, like she's still one of the mortal beings, enjoying this world without having to face those plague-like deaths, no need To bear those responsibilities and sins.

The phone that was thrown aside suddenly turned on again, and Clara looked back, and saw another text message from an unfamiliar number.

"I apologize. - SH."

There was a long silence in the room.

The kind of silence where even thinking activities stop.

Clara picked up the phone and muttered, "Why are you apologizing? You didn't doubt that..." Although this was probably another performance by the movie star detective, like every time before, he pretended to be submissive, and then quoted Clara as saying what he wants to know.

After hesitating for a long time, Clara resigned to her fate and told him——

"Yao Sulin will go back to the museum at night, don't hurt her, and protect her."

The person on the other end of the text message panicked——

"Sherlock, Clara really told you." Watson held the phone a little tangled, "Don't you think this is bad? You can make her change her mind with just two words, but the person who sent the text message wasn't even you !"

Sherlock, who was busy taking a taxi next to him, paused when he heard these words, looked back at the doctor, then continued to reach out to take a taxi, ignoring him.

"My guess is not wrong, and my suspicion is not wrong, so the apology is not sincere." After the two got into the car, Sherlock explained, "Clara must know this too."

Hearing this, Watson couldn't help wanting to hit him: "That would be even worse, you are taking advantage of her admiration for you!"

This is impossible to refute.

Sherlock was silent for a while, but would Clara be so easy to be used?Every time her news is false and true without distinguishing between true and false.Probably this time too, Clara said that Yao Sulin would come in the evening, so it is very likely that Yao Sulin would come with her brothers and sisters.

Clara will tell the truth?Unless it was her last words before she died.

On the other hand, being able to receive an apology text message from "Sherlock", for Clara who was on the verge of despair, it was like a life-saving straw thrown beside her.

Regardless of whether she has true feelings for Sherlock or lies, Sherlock is someone she is very familiar with. His apology seems to be a kind of recognition, saying to her: "It doesn't matter, there are always people in the world who are willing to believe you", and this person is still right. She has always been the most suspicious of Sherlock.

But at this time, Clara, who was not thinking deeply, still got a little encouragement and a little strength from it.Pull yourself together, and a wicked idea emerges in your heart...

Well, a dead horse is treated as a living horse doctor, so let's try it.

With this mentality in mind, Clara carefully avoided the nurse on duty in the corridor, sneaked into the doctor's office, and carefully took pictures of all the information about Louise's condition.

After this side is over, go to Winslow to "talk, talk, heart".

But on Sherlock's side, half an hour later—

"John." Sherlock looked at Yao Sulin, who was sitting in the darkness not far away, concentrating on the silent tea ceremony performance, and whispered, "Give me the phone."

"What for?" said Watson. "Do you want someone to come? You promised Clara to protect her."

"You promised her," Sherlock corrected him, still keeping his voice low, "Okay, stop asking, and give me the phone."

Watson gave him the phone suspiciously, and Sherlock skillfully entered a series of numbers he knew by heart, edited a text message and sent it directly, ignoring what happened next, and walked straight to Yao Sulin.

The cell phone in Clara's pocket suddenly "buzzed". Clara's hand trembled and almost knocked a pencil case to the ground. She quickly fished it out and avoided a noise tragedy.

When she took out her phone angrily and looked at it, she froze in place again in a daze.

Was Sherlock forced to send this text message at gunpoint? ? ?

……of course not.

What did Sherlock send Clara to get her so excited?

Speaking of this text message, I have to give credit to Yao Sulin.When Sherlock and Watson arrived at the museum, she was indeed there alone.

Telling the truth to Clara for the first time, coupled with her parting appearance when she left last night, and the extremely sad sentence "Don't always think that everything I say is a lie", these things add up , had to make Sherlock have doubts about Clara's current situation.

As he himself speculated, if Clara would tell the truth, unless it was her last words.

Although this sentence is exaggerated, it also has a certain degree of credibility. Sherlock suspects that something happened to Clara, either a near-death situation, or an extremely low emotional situation, so he subconsciously wants to encourage Clara. Heartless boss lady.

So how to encourage her?

He thought of Clara's shy expression last night, "If you want, tell me 'I love you'".

So in desperation——

"I love you. - SH."

Sherlock's attention was immediately focused on Yao Sulin, so he didn't think carefully—why would he "subconsciously" encourage the frustrated proprietress, this woman in his heart is an out-and-out liar, her life and death what to do with him...

Clara kept taking deep breaths because of this text message——

Is this a dream?

Or did she really pull out Louise's infusion tube just now, and has entered a strange illusion with Louise?

What did Sherlock send her?

Oh my god!Why did he send her such a text message at this time? Could it be that he suddenly discovered how good he is?

No - Clara has always been a liar in Sherlock's heart, an untrustworthy person!He was always doubting himself, always mocking her, and being wary of her in every possible way, why did he send such a text message all of a sudden?

That's right... Sherlock has such a bad impression of her, why would he send such a text message...

Could it be that he was so clever that he could guess that she was facing despair and purposely use such words to motivate her?

Clara had mixed feelings in her heart.

To be honest, compared to Sherlock suddenly finding himself in love with himself, in order to encourage himself is much more likely——

Either way, it was a text message from him after all, which was enough to make her involuntarily excited for a long time.

Clara froze for a long time in the doctor's office, and finally came back to her senses. She went from being caught off guard to being excited, and then from being excited to calm. Although I have to regretfully admit that what Mr. Detective wanted to express was definitely not the literal meaning of the text message, but it was still in his heart. a warm.

She was very lucky after all.

Every time you are on the verge of giving up, you can get the most appropriate comfort from the most appropriate person.

After carefully tidying up all the examination results, Clara returned to Louise's ward again and kissed her gently on the cheek.No matter what, she had to give it a try. Louise had spared no effort for her, so she couldn't give up easily here.

Louise was in a daze, her eyes opened a slit, and the last thing she saw vaguely was the back of Clara leaving.

More decisive than ever.

Walking out of the hospital, the east was covered with fish belly white, her eyes were a little sore under the bright light, and she was tired layer by layer. Clara missed the grocery store bed and the gentle Nancy very much. At this moment, she very much hoped that she could hold her and sleep well. Sleep.

But he thought of Winslow who was at ease, Louise in the hospital, and even the text message from Sherlock.

She let out a long sigh, that's all, let's take a nap in the taxi for a while.

Thinking of this, she forced herself to take a taxi and reported Winslow's address in the hospital before slowly closing her eyes.

On the other hand, Watson, who cracked the password with Sherlock all night, also rubbed his eyes and went to work. Sarah is a good colleague, but it doesn't mean that he can not go to work in the name of a doctor in the clinic.

Ah, it would be great if I could embrace the beauty earlier.

Clara got out of the car blindfolded. Lawyer Winslow's residence was a small villa far away from the city center. It looked quite cozy. There was a huge shepherd dog taking a nap at the door. She walked two steps away. Woke up the dog, which now started barking wildly at Clara.

"Shh-"

The other party obviously didn't take this gesture seriously.

Clara had no choice but to pick up a brick from her feet, aimed at the head, and smashed it hard, successfully knocking down the poor big guy.

Winslow's voice came from inside. Clara didn't want to meet him head-on, so she quickly ran to the side of the villa. Winslow had already gone out in full clothes, rubbed the shepherd dog on the ground, and gave a few curious surprises , unexpectedly let go of such a big doubt.

Clara simply climbed up to the window on the second floor of his house, kicked the glass hard, and then wandered in.

Hmm...it seems to be Lawyer Winslow's bedroom.

Since it is a bedroom, there must be a bed——

Clara hesitated for a while, but failed to overcome the Sandman's call, and fell asleep lying on the edge of the bed before she even got to the bed.

After a while, there was a long breathing sound.

About an hour later, the shepherd dog downstairs woke up, and seemed to have a premonition, and went upstairs to the room where Winslow was.

Undoubtedly, he saw the sleeping female demon again. Just as he barked, the man on the edge of the bed opened his eyes, stared at the shepherd gloomily, and smiled. Throwing a high-heeled shoe by his feet, it hit him on the head again.

Why can Nancy steal the dried fish over and over again in Clara's sleep without being noticed by her, but this poor collie can keep the extremely tired Clara on guard?

The difference is that Nancy's goal is Xiaoyu, and Shepherd's goal is Clara herself.

Clara's bottom line is on herself.

Winslow didn't know that the home had been ruined, and that his beloved shepherd dog had been beaten a lot today. After work, he went to visit Louise, who was still in a coma. After talking with the doctor, He left thoughtfully, and he didn't arrive home until dusk.

The silence at home was a bit too much today. Winslow had already parked the car in the garage. Before the shepherd dog came out to greet him excitedly, his heart trembled and he was about to leave for the night when he heard voices coming from the dark house behind him. The familiar whimper.

It was his pet dog.

Winslow clenched her fist, don't go too far.

However, the pet dog whimpered softly, as if begging him to save him.

Ok……

Clara just wants to know something, she won't kill her.

Thinking of this, Winslow put down the briefcase in his hand, went in calmly and opened the door, Clara would not kill her—

"Uh!"

Suddenly he felt a sudden dull pain in the sole of his right foot, and the door closed suddenly. Before he could squat down, another sharp knife was placed on his neck. Then, a murmur like love words slowly drifted into his ears, The voice belonged to Clara, but the tone was entirely different.

"Sorry, Winslow."

Clara raised the knife slowly, and Winslow had to lift her head up, looking down to see her gray eyes.

"There's been a lot going on recently, and I'm in a bad mood."

She paused: "It's inevitable that I want to have a massacre, get excited about blood or something..."

"Clara, you—"

"Shh," Clara whispered, "don't talk."

Winslow immediately closed his mouth obediently, his Adam's apple rubbed against the sharp blade, feeling an obvious threat.

"Good," Clara said coquettishly, "much better than that cute collie."

"What did you do to him!" Winslow immediately became angry, and then the pain in his foot was torn apart, and the pain became more painful, and he had to calm down.

"Why are you angry, anyway, you will soon know what I did to him..." Clara smiled lowly, "Don't worry, I'm not in a hurry, the night is still long."

It's as sweet as a love story, but it can kill someone without knowing it. Winslow really panicked this time.

"Clara," Winslow said calmly, "I know your purpose. You want to ask Louise about it. I know! I'll tell you!"

Clara's surprised voice sounded: "Who said that?"

Winslow was stunned: "Why—"

"I'm here to torture you, lawyer." Clara sneered, "You deserve it."

Winslow also felt the same pain in the palm of his left hand, even if he moved, he felt pain.

Then, the lights in the room were finally turned on. Winslow lowered his head and took a breath of air. Only then did he know where the pain in his feet and hands came from——

Two knives were nailed to his feet and hands respectively, and the pain made him unable to move.

Look at Clara again, with long hair and a smart white shirt and suit pants, casually sitting on a stool, staring coldly at the things beside her——

That was his pet dog, lying motionless on the ground, with no sign of breathing.

When he looked up again, Winslow's eyes turned red anxiously: "Clara Cooper, what do you want to do?"

"Torture you."

she replied with a smile.

Winslow was puzzled at this moment, why did she suddenly become like this?Even if Louise's current situation hit her, she shouldn't have transformed into such a terrifying appearance!According to the information she got from Louise and the results of professional psychological prediction, she