No One Knows Ke Xue Better Than Me

"Cough cough..."

After a long time, Silas finally recovered.

He took an old-fashioned shotgun out of the bag and climbed down to take the commanding heights.

Silas had learned to hunt before and had basic firearms knowledge.

Just useless for a long time, rusty tight.

"Cough cough..."

The severe pain in his lungs made him seem to be wearing a pain mask.

Dark red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Silas dragged his decaying body, knowing that his life was near.

But before that, he must complete the task instructed by the adults.

It was the last thing Silas wanted to do before death.

The night wind was a little cold, blowing on his dark face.

Silas coughed again, his lungs like broken bellows riddled with holes.

"Cough cough cough..."

Breathing heavily, he took out a small bag of muddy peanuts from the bag.

Although eating this now, it is not very friendly to the throat.

I'm dying anyway, so who cares?

Silas licked his chapped lips, leaning on the top of the church pillar and pulling the shell.

Peanuts have little taste, mixed with blood in the throat, and even a little fishy.

Hey, it would be better if there was a bottle of wine now.

In this life, I will live a miserable life, and in the next life, I will strive to vote for a good family.

"Quack, quack, quack..."

Silas endured the pain and crunched the peanuts in his mouth.

He took out two glossy bullets and loaded them carefully.

This old-fashioned hunting rifle is single-shot and can only fire one shot at a time.

If the first shot misses and misses the opportunity, the second shot will be difficult to hit.

So the second bullet is reserved for myself.

There are flowers, grass, and a wide field of vision.

As a cemetery, how wonderful.

Silas didn't want to be caught by accident and died in the dark room of the prison.

This is the best place to stay right now.

coming!

Not far away, Conan and Holmes entered the area of ​​the abandoned church.

Chapter 342 What should I do if I shoot the wrong way?

Silas had one eye attached to the scope, engrossed in the distance.

what's the situation?

Why are there two people here?

He looked complicated and a little overwhelmed.

Silas did not know Holmes and had no idea what he looked like.

They have two eyes, one nose and one mouth. What should I do if I shoot wrong?

Suddenly, the throat pain came again.

As long as you cough, the next cough is as smooth as taking off stockings.

He gritted his teeth and forcibly swallowed the breath back.

People have arrived, and coughing will reveal the location.

……

Conan and Sherlock Holmes walked side by side into the abandoned church.

There are few people here, there is a slight mist, and there is no trace.

The broken barbed wire was entwined with wildly growing vines.

Sherlock Holmes knew that there was a trap, but he walked in resolutely.

He frowned slightly and looked around carefully.

The weeds are overgrown here, and there are traces of people stepping on it.

Where are you hiding?

"Crash."

A small stone fell from a height, and the sound was very clear.

Conan and Sherlock Holmes have amazing eyesight and extremely sensitive ears.

The moment they heard the sound of falling earth and stones, the two of them raised their heads at the same time and glanced at the high platform.

A dark figure was holding a black, thick and long shotgun.

Conan's heart tensed, and he shouted:

"careful!"

What responded to him was a crisp gunshot.

"boom!"

Conan quickly fell to the ground, making sure his body was not injured.

He turned his attention to Sherlock Holmes in the distance.

He fell to the ground and didn't move.

Conan's face turned cold, his expression extremely solemn:

"Sherlock, are you okay? Sherlock!"

Holmes lay for a few seconds, got up and hid behind cover.

Judging from his appearance, he didn't seem to be injured.

Silas was lying on the top, his brows furrowed, knowing that the shot missed.

"damn it!"

Conan's shout made him determine who the adults wanted to get rid of.

But what's next?

Silas held the last bullet in his right hand, looking annoyed and hesitant.

Was it used to try and kill Sherlock Holmes, or was it used to kill himself?

If I had known it earlier, I would have brought more bullets.

Sherlock Holmes leaned back against the cover and raised his trouser legs.

Seeing that the right leg was rubbed by a bullet, it was not a serious injury.

He rubbed his hair and shouted:

"Hey friend, let's talk."

Silas's position is exposed, no need to cover it up, and he coughs violently regardless of his image:

"Cough...talk...cough...what?"

He coughed up blood and fell down the steps.

Holmes frowned and observed.

what's the situation?

Is this person injured?

"Friend, come down quickly, it's still too late to be sent to the hospital!"

Silas gritted his teeth and forced his cough back.

His family knew his own affairs, and he knew very well that his time was short.

What if you go to the hospital to live another day?

Are you lingering?

He took a breath and asked back:

"You came here because you wanted to know about that lord?"

Hearing this, Holmes narrowed his eyes.

The previous guess is correct, there is another guide behind the Earl Fox case.

"So what?"

"If you want to know, take the initiative to stand up."

Conan hid under cover, looked in Holmes' direction, and shook his head.

This request of the other party is both absurd and mindless.

Taking the initiative to stand up, isn't it just being a target?