[Comprehensive] 100 ways to fight criminals

"The higher philosopher is alone, not because he wants to be alone, but because he cannot find his kind around him."

"...I am not your kind."

"How can the light of day understand the depth of darkness at night?"

"..."

Song Yiqiao got up silently from the bench, and left the lunatic next to her. Seeing that she was about to leave, the other party hurriedly followed her.

She stopped abruptly.

"What are you doing with me?"

"Where are you going?"

The man in front of him was about 30 years old, his reddish-brown hair was shaved very short, almost close to the scalp, he looked very young, his eyes were shining with wisdom and peace.He smiled, showing his neat and white teeth, shining brightly in the sun.

Song Yiqiao sighed in his heart, and replied listlessly: "Don't talk to me anymore, I just want to go out for a walk and bask in the sun."

"I am the sun." He said righteously.

"..."

Who will take this mentally handicapped away!She can't control the power of the prehistoric!

The man on the opposite side is called Nietzsche—yes, that's what he called himself, and Song Yiqiao didn't even bother to ask what his name was.A few days ago, the two happened to be sitting on the same bench for a while, Song Yiqiao was basking in the sun while squinting, and the man suddenly spoke to him.

It's Nietzsche's famous quote.

Song Yiqiao happened to know this sentence, and subconsciously continued to say the next sentence, "Nietzsche" showed his white teeth and smiled extremely brightly.

After that, there was a Prussian ghost on her back, wandering around all day long.

Song Yiqiao was harassed by him, it was extremely painful, and it was of no use to complain to the nurse, after all, everyone took a walk in the afternoon at the same time.She nestled in the room for two days, but didn't find Nietzsche's figure, and thought that the other party had calmed down.

As a result, in less than ten minutes, the lingering great philosopher followed her all the way.

Song Yiqiao: "..."

Is it really Mercury retrograde?

So many things happened, counting, she really lived in London for only a few months.Seeing that the weather is getting colder and the warm sun can't warm the cheeks that are flushed by the cold wind, the grand festival is about to begin, and the nursing home is also starting to prepare——

Christmas.

The busy preparations brought the same joy to the patients. They were allowed to decorate the rooms and windows together. Of course, a lot of chaos was added during the period. A bunch of ghost-like symbols, ribbons and stickers were sprayed on the white painted door It was almost eaten by two patients as food, but fortunately it was stopped in time.

On this day, the dinner was extremely sumptuous, and the abbot took everyone to celebrate mass together. Nietzsche didn't appreciate it. According to him, he was a Hindu Jew.

"Why do you believe in Hinduism?" Song Yiqiao couldn't hold back his curiosity.

"Because they have many gods."

Under the bright light, Nietzsche answered with a smile.

...Living in a mental hospital, whoever is serious will lose.

Song Yiqiao put on a embarrassed face, pretending not to hear, and read the classics silently, while the man next to him gulped down the food, messing up the cups and plates in a short while.

After dinner, they followed the nurse's arrangement and returned to their rooms.Song Yiqiao patted the pillow, changed into pajamas, and went to the bathroom to wash up.Her usual state is very normal, and she never needs help from other people for basic life problems, which is very worry-free.

After these days of treatment, Song Yiqiao no longer had nightmares and healed the wounds in his heart at a slow speed.The old past is sealed in the heart, instead of trying to break through the cage in the bottom of the heart, like a beast with red eyes, ready to show its sharp claws at any time, to deal a fatal blow.

Coming out of the bathroom, Nurse Nancy smiled softly and was sitting on the stool waiting for her.

Song Yiqiao was a little puzzled: "What's the matter?"

"Merry Christmas." She had a happy expression, and took out an old-fashioned Nokia mobile phone from her pocket. "As a holiday gift, the dean allows the sober patient to call his family. Joe, do you need it?"

"Call up……"

She was stunned, but she couldn't think of who to call. Since she came here, she hardly had a social circle, and she didn't have much contact with the people around her.If we say we know each other, there is only one person.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Song Yiqiao answered the phone.

Just in time, she can ask about the recent situation, whether there is any change in Baker Street.

"5 minutes of your time as a reward for doing well lately."

After Nurse Nancy finished explaining, she thoughtfully closed the door and waited in the corridor outside.Song Yiqiao silently read his cell phone number, hesitated, and dialed the other party's number.

There was a beep and the call was connected.

"I'm Song Yiqiao." She was afraid that Sherlock would hang up the phone, so she spoke first.

The other end of the phone didn't expect it to be her call, and it was quiet for a few seconds, before slowly saying hello: "I haven't seen you for a few days, how is your situation?"

"much better."

After Song Yiqiao finished speaking, the two suddenly fell into an awkward silence.

"...Merry Christmas, Mr. Holmes." She coughed dryly, trying her best to find a topic that could be continued. "Where are the others, did Mrs. Hudson spend the holiday with you? By the way, there is also Watson..."

Her tone was lively, and it sounded very pleasant through the microphone.

Sherlock was wearing a dark gray woolen long windbreaker, his slender white hands were in the wide pockets, his gray eyes were casually looking across the road, he was standing by the street lamp, listening to Song Yiqiao's warm words, handsome His face was expressionless.

The night is hazy, and the cold ground is still wet from last night's rain. Every store on the street has stickers or paintings on the glass of Santa Claus. Through the window, you can see the twinkling stars hanging on the Christmas tree in the store.

Like those beautiful black eyes.

Sherlock retracted his gaze without any trace: "They're still there, I'll come out to get some air."

The noisy scene made him slightly uncomfortable, and he began to miss the quiet time alone.Sherlock refused his assistant Jasmine's request to accompany him for a walk. He put on his coat and scarf and walked on the cold street alone.

Song Yiqiao pursed her lips, and said in a low voice: "I am very grateful for what happened last time, and I hope it didn't cause trouble to you."

"No."

"That would be great." She couldn't help laughing, teasing Sherlock as usual, "I'm still worried about what to do if Mr. Holmes falls in love with me, so I have to rehearse the reasons for rejection many times in my heart , it seems useless now."

Sherlock asked abruptly, "What's the reason?"

"Hmm... For example, Mrs. Holmes' name is too long. If you don't mind being called Mr. Song, I can consider the next development."

When she said this, she thought it was very funny, and she laughed happily at first.

"Isn't that a great reason!"

Sherlock was taken aback, and the inconspicuous smile on his lips disappeared almost instantly, and he quickly returned to his indifferent appearance.

"Bad reason," he remarked.

Song Yiqiao rolled around on the bed and was lying on her back in the middle of the mattress. Looking at the misty night outside the window, her eyes widened suddenly, and she exclaimed in surprise: "It's snowing!"

She jumped up from the bed and ran to the window with a thud. Through the clean glass, she could see white, small flakes of snow falling like torn pieces of paper, falling on the cold window sill, It melted quickly and turned into tiny drops of water.

On the other side, Sherlock raised his head slightly. Under the dim light of the street lamp, the scattered snowflakes were printed with a warm luster, like a graceful actor on the stage, floating to the ground in a light rotation.

The city is being flooded by a sea of ​​white.

Song Yiqiao wished that he could go through the window and reach the vast world of ice and snow.She didn't dare to use force, for fear of breaking the tempered glass, so she could only press her face against the cold glass, causing her speech to be blurred.

"Did you see that?"

"Ah."

Sherlock listened to her babbling like an old lady expressing her excitement about the rare snow scene, but did not notice a figure approaching quietly behind her.

"You should go to China to have a look, the snow here is too small, it looks like a violent storm, yes, it's like the real snow in "Frozen", it can cover the whole world, like ice and snow Castle..."

At this moment, Sherlock felt the danger approaching, and when he was about to turn his head back, he heard a "puff", and he was stabbed heavily in the back.

"It's a pity I can't go out now, otherwise..."

Halfway through Song Yiqiao's speech, he suddenly heard a strange voice from the other side of the microphone, and couldn't help but feel tense: "What happened?!"

The attacker's technique was extremely accurate, and he should be very familiar with the texture of the human body, so he stabbed hard when the opponent tried to attack.Sherlock's will was terribly firm, and he still grabbed his sleeve while the blood was flowing. The next second, he smelled the familiar smell of ether, and his mind began to be in a trance.

With a "click", the phone fell to the ground together with the person.

The strange assailant picked up the phone, and when he heard Song Yiqiao's panicked inquiry, a gleam of joy flashed in his eyes.

He hangs up.

"Beep-beep-beep-"

There was no one on the street, the snowflakes fell on the cold ground and soon melted into water, and the hoarse voice of michelletumes was still playing: "merrymerryChristmas..."

The people under the street lamps have disappeared, leaving only messy snowflakes and some muddy marks.