Baker Street Charterers

When Nora woke up, her subconscious reaction was not to open her eyes, but to slightly stiffen her body. After a momentary sensory response, she relaxed her stiff shoulders and kept her eyes closed. But it was magnified to the limit——

This should be a backlit room, and the air can faintly smell the musty smell of old wood.The warmth of the light could not be felt on the skin, her limbs were bound, and she sat crookedly on a wooden chair.The wrists and ankles that had been inactive for a long time and were tightly bound almost lost their intuition, and a cold and tingling feeling flowed through the whole body.

She hadn't encountered such a situation for a long, long time, and even so, she still subconsciously breathed steadily, almost exactly the same as the breathing rate in a coma.She listened carefully to the surroundings, the silence was as dead as death, the sound of wind, voices, even the sound of clothes rubbing while walking - any clues that could give her key information disappeared without a trace at this moment.

She's been kidnapped, and now the perpetrators are putting her in a closed room, leaving her limbs intact for now.

Nora closed her eyes, and began to recall the things before coming here——

Ah yes, after that failed confession, she finished the Christmas dinner in a depressed mood, and Holmes was called away by the people from the police station. It seemed that a new and difficult case had emerged.And after spending an hour talking with Watson, she bid farewell to Watson and Mary at about [-]:[-] in the evening, walked to the corner of Euston Road, and what happened next?

...It seems that she heard a rush of footsteps, and looked back subconsciously, but she was full of worries before she was fully alert, a sap hit her on the neck, and then she didn't know anything, And when he woke up, he found himself in this place, his hands and feet were tied up, and he couldn't move at all.

She carefully tried to move her wrist. Obviously, the person who did it was experienced and proficient in business. This seemingly simple knot would not destroy her hand because of too long binding, but it also completely prevented a The possibility that someone with a similar experience escaped from it.

Even she couldn't break free for a while, she just gave up after trying for a few minutes.

Since nothing can be done, it is better to wait in peace.At least, she is sure that she has no mortal enemies so far, and of course it does not rule out that the other party is coming for Sherlock, and she is just a springboard for it.

Nora closed her eyes quietly, and almost fell asleep again in a daze, until the sound of steady footsteps broke the silence, and she woke up suddenly, but immediately relaxed her body and remained the same.

Soon, with a slight creaking sound, the door was opened, and a bright light was cast on her eyelids. The other party should be a male with a restrained personality, which can be inferred from the frequency of his steps.He stood in front of her a few steps, and then looked at her with an almost substantive gaze.And in this space, another lighter footstep approached slowly, also standing not far from him, neither side made a sound until the latecomer broke the silence——

"Well, good afternoon, Miss Nora Sharp."

A crisp and cheerful female voice.

Nora still didn't respond, but the other party was quiet for a while, and suddenly let out a chuckle like a silver bell, "Well...Miss Nora, you don't have to pretend to be asleep, we have dealt with many such people, even if you are the last of them Brilliant - smooth breathing, relaxed expression, identical posture...but deep sleep and faking sleep, we can tell at a glance."

Hearing this, Nora slowly opened her eyes. First, she was provoked by the slightly dazzling light and lowered her head. After slowly getting used to it for a while, she raised her head again and calmly looked at the person in front of her——

A man and a woman. The man standing in front of him was wearing a well-fitting and neat suit, with his hair combed behind his head. He was about forty to forty-five years old. His eyes were sharp and gloomy. Although he was of average height, he had slender limbs. Powerful, with a tough face, he looks like a thug.As for the woman standing next to him—

She looks like a very competitive character that would appear in a beauty pageant, her skin is healthy and slightly dark, her cat eyes are large and charming, she is wearing a deep and seductive stone green eyeshadow, her nose bridge is straight, and her lips are plump flowery.Although she was wearing a traditional British lady's dress, she possessed an extremely mature, sexual-sensual femininity that was hard to find for British women.The chest is high and the buttocks are round and round, and when you smile, it's as if you've painted honey, making it hard to look away.

But it wasn't her femininity that rivaled Amanda's that caught Nora's attention, but... her hair was smeared with just the right amount of olive oil, and her body emanated a faint scent of perfume, rosemary.

Combined with her exotic face and accent, Nora was silent for a long while before speaking in an almost certain tone, "So it's you, Marianne...or should I call you, the mysterious Mr. M's assistant?"

"Huh?" The other party stared at her in surprise, "You are indeed the partner of the famous Sherlock Holmes. You look much smarter than those women with big breasts and no brains."

Nora was noncommittal to this ironic compliment, and she understood who the focus was here, so she quickly shifted her gaze to the man who was looking at her calmly, and smiled slightly, "I guess, what Mr. M said The courteous behavior is not aimed at me, but the research object he is more interested in, Sherlock?"

There was still no other emotion on the face of the other party, just a rather amusing smile, his voice was as rough and hoarse as he looked, as if he was choking on his throat due to frequent smoking, "Ha, ma'am, Of course you came here at the behest of your husband, and it is said that you can reason, why don't you come and see what we do?"

He spread his hands, looking interested in waiting for the answer.

Nora didn't look flustered at all, she even took the time to look at him carefully, scanning her eyes from top to bottom before slowly saying, "You love smoking cigars, and you prefer American cigars... Well, Sherlock has An article devoted to all kinds of cigars, maybe you will be interested. You see people who like to squint subconsciously, and have thick calluses on the fingers of their right hands. I think you are probably a former soldier? As for the position... ah, no What if something goes wrong, sharpshooter? Although you may appear to be behaving recklessly, judging by the way you say it, you should have a decent degree..."

"Of course," said Nora with a slight smile, "these are not the most important, I think the more important thing is that you should have a good medical skill and a very good killing method--in other words, when killing Xie After Miss Lil Bell, did you get the reward you deserved?"

Papapa——The man clapped dramatically, and exclaimed in a slightly exaggerated tone, "You really opened my eyes. But I want to know, how did you come to these conclusions? Including——" He said in another direction A lady pouted, "Including her."

"If you hadn't been too careless and confident about this meeting, I don't think I would have discovered this so easily." Nora sighed, "Miss Marianne, as an orthodox Greek beauty, I understand that you abide by the traditions of your motherland. , I like to apply olive oil on my hair and skin - but you have to understand, this is the British Empire, I don't think many people have such a distinctive habit, not to mention your perfume smell, the familiar rosemary, I have to guess whether you left this obvious clue on purpose."

The Greek beauty squinted her eyes, and a dangerous cold light suddenly rose in her charming cat eyes, "Your nose is sensitive, and your brain is much stronger than that Cheryl and Ada."

Nora sighed, "If it weren't for that, I don't think you would have spared my life, would you?"

"As for Mr. Sharpshooter... Now that you are standing with the beautiful and charming Miss Marianne, it is actually not difficult to guess your identity. Anyone with a little brain will suspect that mysterious murderer Go, besides, you have no intention of concealing it at all-do you have a handkerchief woven of high-quality linen in your pocket?"

The man looked down, and then laughed, "Indeed, I like these gadgets. You don't know, Cheryl Bell was not as calm as you when she died, I can't wait to know if she is smart or not." Like Nora Sharp, will she also show her ugliest side when facing death?"

"Then you will be disappointed." Nora smiled without panic, "I guess, Mr. M took so much trouble to kidnap me, he shouldn't kill me easily in this secret room, right? Maybe I Is there a greater use value?"

There was a dangerous glimmer of interest in the man's eyes, "Like?"

"I'm not sure about this. Maybe it's because I want to know more about Sherlock's partner, or maybe I want to send him a message with my own mouth?" Nora said in a joking tone.

The man showed a ferocious and vicious smile like a beast, lowered his head and slowly approached her ear, and said softly in his hoarse, tobacco-smelling thick voice, "You guessed it right Half...in fact, I can tell you the other half of the answer, do you want to know?"

Nora remained calm and smiled, "Curiosity is the most instinctive human psychology, of course it is your choice whether to tell the answer."

"Cunning little girl." The man sneered shortly, then stared at her with his sharp, cold eyes, as if observing her reaction, and whispered slowly and maliciously, "... The other half of the answer is——Mr. M really wants to know that this partner who has been following Sherlock Holmes for nearly four years and is the only lady around him... After she disappeared for no reason, What will he do?"

Nora's expression was slightly condensed, but the other party continued, "...Miss Nora, you might as well guess—to Sherlock Holmes, how special are you? Will he be flustered because of your disappearance? Like the most mediocre of ordinary people?"

Hearing this, her originally tense expression suddenly relaxed, and she even showed a regretful smile, "It seems that you are going to be disappointed again."

"Really?" Marianne said mockingly, "I thought you two had a good relationship, but it seems that's not the case?"

"Well, as you said before," Nora shrugged, with a smile in her bright eyes, "the famous detective Sherlock Holmes, he will never shake his faith and determination for anything, even So do I. I think if this is what you intend to 'invite' me here, then your purpose should be impossible to accomplish - I am an important friend and partner of Sherlock Holmes, but Sherlock Holmes There are many friends and associates like me... Maybe you can try to kidnap all his acquaintances?"

Marianne narrowed her eyes, "Good suggestion."

The man stared at her scrutinizingly, and sneered, "Really... I hope you can remain as calm as you are now. You are right, we will indeed not do anything to you for the time being - that depends on Nora Sharp What is the status in Mr. Holmes' heart?"

At the end, he flicked his cuffs, showing a sinister smile, "Good luck, Miss Nora."

Marianne waved her hand gracefully, and then closed the door of the secret room without hesitation.

Everything returned to darkness and silence, and Nora stared at the dark ceiling, and suddenly fell silent.