[Zhongyingmei] Devouring the sky

The police car drove unimpeded in front of a house in Hampstead, and the young policeman got out of the car and rang the doorbell on the gate.

"Jingle bell... Jingle bell..."

The doorbell rang several times, but no one came out of the house. The young policeman looked in through the railing on the iron door. The doors and windows of the house were locked, and it seemed that there was no one inside.

Wei Na took the puppy for a walk around the neighborhood as usual, everything was normal until she saw the young policeman standing in front of their house when she passed by Hiddleston's house.This policeman is so handsome and has a very special temperament. He stands there like a big shining ball of light, instantly attracting Wei Na's full attention.Seeing that he seemed to be looking for someone from the Hiddleston family, Wei Na immediately walked over to say hello out of the intention of striking up a conversation.

"Hello, Mr. Police, is there anything I can do for you?"

"Oh, good afternoon, miss." The young policeman saw Wei Na quickly showing a polite smile, and then he said with a face of embarrassment: "I have something to ask the owner of this family, do you know when he will come back?" ?”

"I'm afraid I won't be back in a short time. Mr. Hiddleston went to the United States to make a movie. It seems that he left yesterday." Wei Na said, she has been paying attention to the stars living in the community, so it happened know about it.

"That's terrible." The young policeman said angrily, "I should have come earlier."

Seeing the distressed expression on the young policeman's face, Wei Na asked gossipingly, "May I take the liberty to ask Mr. Policeman what you can do with Mr. Hiddleston? Mr. Hiddleston is a very good guy." Gentleman, he should have done nothing, right?"

"Of course not." The young policeman shook his head and said, "I just want to talk to Mr. Hiddleston about his son."

When Wei Na heard it, she immediately said with interest: "I know, Mr. Hiddleston suddenly brought back a child a few days ago, saying it was his son. We are all curious about where this child came from, but they The family has never spoken to the outside world. So is there a problem with the child's origin?"

"Just a little question about custody. The 'mother' side of the child also wants the child, so I've been asked to discuss it with Mr. Hiddleston. It's just unfortunate that I can't seem to get the job done. It's gone." The young policeman said, with a little regret on his face.

"I remember it was said on the Internet that the filming of that movie will end in April, maybe you can come back then, sir." Wei Na said with a small calculation in her heart.

"No, I may not have time to come over." The young policeman said, and then he thought for a while and asked, "Miss, do you know where Mr. Hiddleston is filming in the United States, if there is an address, I think I You can ask friends in the United States to help find him, after all, the relatives on the child's 'mother' side are very anxious."

Hearing that the young policeman would not come here again, Wei Na felt a little regretful, but she still answered his question seriously: "Mr. Hiddleston should be in Los Angeles now. I don't know the exact location, but you can go to Check it out. Mr. Hiddleston is going to shoot the Marvel movie "Thor". Many Marvel fans are looking forward to this movie. I saw a lot of people on the Internet saying that they are going to visit the film. You can pay attention to it These fans, as well as the Twitter of some staff members, many people are showing off on their social accounts that they joined the crew."

"Oh, ok, I'll check it out on the Internet, thank you very much, beautiful lady. I have to go to work now, so, goodbye." The young policeman and Wei Na waved, and then stooped into the police car .

Seeing that the handsome guy was about to leave, Wei Na hurried over and said, "Hey, my name is Wei Na, to be fair, can you tell me your name, Mr. Police?"

"Billy, my name is Billy, beautiful lady." The young policeman turned his head and showed Wei Na a mysterious smile through the car window, then started the car and left without looking back.

"Hawk - squawk - squawk -"

From the windows on the second floor of 221b Baker Street, there was an unpleasant sound of violins. No, it was not so much the sound of violins as it was more like a stupid carpenter sawing wood.The carpenter was sawing over and over again, and the noise he made constantly irritated the passers-by, making people feel very headache and full of irritability, while the carpenter was very satisfied with the noise he made. When he was having a hard time, Always hope that others will follow suit.

John came back from the supermarket and heard the familiar sound of Sherlock's piano when he was more than ten meters away from 221b. After preparing, I buried my head and quickly stepped into 221b.

But when John entered, he immediately found that the previous psychological preparations were completely in vain, because the voice inside the room sounded hundreds of times louder than outside, and every syllable was teasing his nerves, making him want to rush In the past, the violin in Sherlock's hand was broken into pieces.

Of course, John was just thinking about it, and he didn't dare to really let him do it.That violin looked like an antique. If he broke it, he wouldn't be able to pay for it if he sold it.And he didn't want to bear Sherlock's anger at all, it must be an inhuman torture.He was living a good life, so he didn't want to die.

But the sound was really unbearable. John threw the things in his hand on the kitchen table and said loudly to Sherlock: "Sherlock, can't you stop your playing? I can guarantee you will continue." If you go down, the neighbors should call and sue you for nuisance."

"Then let the fat man deal with it." Sherlock said indifferently, and at the same time deliberately accelerated the movement of playing the violin in his hand.

"Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaible?

The sound of the piano became sharper, and John couldn't bear it anymore, covering his ears with his hands and shouting: "Sherlock, you are enough! If you continue to do this, you will definitely lose my roommate!"

"Don't be duplicity, John, if you wanted to move away, you would have left long ago. Admit it, you like to investigate cases with me. The Ice Killer hasn't been caught yet, so if you're willing to leave, go." Sherlock chose He raised his eyebrows with a calm face, but the movement of playing the piano in his hand still slowly stopped.

"Hmph!" John snorted coldly, took out the steak in the bag and asked, "How well-done do you want to eat?"

"Whatever." Sherlock threw the violin on the sofa, and then fell back on the loveseat sofa on the other side, with his hands clasped against his chin, one of them murmured, "Why didn't he do it? Why didn't he do it?" What is it about London? What is it? What is it? What is it?"

"Buzz...buzz..."

The phone on the coffee table vibrated suddenly, Sherlock sat up, grabbed the phone and asked, "Grace, did you find the body?"

Lestrade choked on the other end of the phone and said, "Sherlock, how do you know there is a dead body?"

"Of course there will be. The Ice Killer will not be merciful. Tell me where the body is and how it died?" Sherlock said, reaching for the black coat hanging behind the door.

Lester was very helpless to Sherlock's impatience, clicked his tongue and said: "The body is in Hampstead Heath Park. It was found in the river when someone was jogging in the morning. Come and see for yourself."

"It seems that our ice killer has a new whimsy. What is it this time, to freeze people in the river as bait, or to make ice sculptures?" Sherlock asked while tying a scarf.

Lestrade looked at the corpse in the river not far away, and said, "You should come over and take a look, I can't describe it well."

"It seems that in addition to the necessary courses to be a policeman, you have to re-learn your literature class, Greed." Sherlock said dissatisfied.

Lester rolled his eyes to the sky, hung up the phone directly, and Sherlock really could never have a good conversation, and if he was not careful, he would be ridiculed, it was really tiring.

Sherlock, who was hung up on the phone, snorted coldly, and then ran out of 221b with John, who was half-marinated with the marinated steak. He couldn't wait to see the corpse. I don't know if there was anything left by the ice killer this time. Clues, he was really curious about how those ice bottoms were made.

Sherlock and John soon arrived at Hampstead Heath Park. There were many people exercising in the park in the early morning. Now everyone is gathered around the cordon to watch the excitement, and some of them are taking videos and photos with their mobile phones. .The Scotland Yard police officers in the cordon also circled around, putting on faces one by one, trying to drive away the onlookers, but obviously the effect was not good.

"It seems that the appearance of the corpse this time must also be very distinctive." John looked at the crowd and said affirmatively.

After investigating so many cases with Sherlock, John already has a certain understanding of these onlookers who love to join in the fun.Generally speaking, corpses in a state of ordinary death, such as being shot, do not arouse much interest from the masses. Usually, they just look at them to satisfy their curiosity and then do what they should do.In other more tragic death states, such as broken intestines and corpses everywhere, these people must run faster than anyone else after watching them.Those who will stay and watch are only likely to be in that kind of death that is not frightening and the way of death is rather strange.

Sherlock didn't care about those people. He directly led John around the crowd and got into the cordon to the river. There were several people standing there. The criminal investigation team was taking pictures non-stop, and several forensic doctors led by Anderson watched helplessly. river surface.

The weather in London in January was very cold, and many places on the river were frozen. This time, the body was frozen in the river. To be precise, it should be sandwiched between two layers of ice in the river, and the body below The ice surface of the first layer was also covered with dense ice picks. These ice picks pierced the corpse, and all the blood in the corpse flowed out, covering a large area on the ice surface of the lower layer, making the lake look red. .

This was supposed to be a scary scene, but I don't know if the sun and ice played a role in softening and filtering, John actually felt that this picture looked weirdly beautiful.

Obviously, John is not the only one who has this idea. Sherlock lay on the lake, looked at the liquid blood in the interlayer, and sighed in fascination: "It's so beautiful, these blood!"

Then everyone in Scotland Yard who heard him speak, except Leicester, all took a few steps back in repulsion, and at the same time thought in their hearts: Freak, you should stay away.