[Comprehensive British and American] Those years when I opened a dessert shop on Baker Street

When Wensty opened his eyes again, he faced a strange ceiling.

Her head was extremely heavy, as if filled with lead.

She wanted to reach out and rub her hands, but found that her hands and feet were chained and unable to struggle. She was like a puppet, looking around, it was dark, and there were only a few candles barely supporting the darkness.

Winsty said the unlocking spell, but to no avail.

She began to think about why she was here?

Obviously she should read Mycroft's joke book in that club where she can't even talk... Forgive her, the jokes in that joke book are not funny at all.

She remembered that she drank the juice that Sisia handed her, and she also remembered Sisia's dark blue skirt.

So, it was Cicia who kidnapped her to come here, why did Cicia do this?

The place she is in now is like an underground palace, surrounded by emptiness, and there is a smell of blood in the air, which is getting stronger and stronger.

Winsty confirmed that she had been kidnapped, but she reminded herself not to panic, she was a witcher, so many spells were not learned for nothing, the most important thing now was to figure out why she appeared here.

There was a sound of footsteps from far and near.

Sherlock told Winsty that a person's mood, status, and gender can be judged by the sound of their footsteps.

Using the knowledge Sherlock had taught her, Wensty judged that the man walking towards her was a man with steady and powerful steps. He must be in a very relaxed mood at the moment. The raptor had already hunted down its prey, so there was nothing to worry about.

This is so much like the plot in the movie, things like being kidnapped will actually happen to her.

Next, will the mastermind behind the scenes appear leisurely, walk up to her, and tell her: "Call your family and prepare 500 million in three days, or your life will be over."

If this is the case, the mastermind behind the scenes may want to find out the name of her boyfriend. I'm afraid he won't be able to get the 500 million at all.

But... Seeing the face of the mastermind behind the scenes, Wensty realized that things were not that simple.

If the behind-the-scenes manipulator is for money, this is simply the best solution, but if the behind-the-scenes manipulator is not for money, but has another purpose, she will be in trouble.

Dr. Newman, a man like a spring morning light, is really out of tune with this dark and corrupt place.

He was still dressed in white, not stained with dust, and with a gentle smile on weekdays, he walked towards her step by step.

There was undisguised shock in Winsty's eyes, which pleased him and excited him, as he hadn't been happier in a long time.

He walked to Wensty's side, "Long time no see." His tone was like gentle water waves.

"Doctor Newman?"

"It's me," Dr. Newman smiled. "You've been doing well recently, your complexion is rosy, and you've gained three pounds. Love really nourishes you."

He catches up with Winsty with great ease.

"You asked Cicia to bring me here?" Wensty asked.

"Yeah, since the last time we said goodbye at the movie theater, I know you can't see me again, so I can only ask Sisia for help."

Dr. Newman picked up a strand of Wensty's hair and rubbed it carefully.

Wensty couldn't move her hands and feet, so she could only turn her head vigorously, close her eyes, and concentrate on reciting the unlocking spell silently.

Damn it, the shackles that restrained her hands and feet were so ordinary, why didn't the unlocking spell work at all?

Dr. Newman played with Winsty's hair. Birds of prey always let their prey have a final period of presumptuousness before devouring them. He was not in a hurry.

"Stop struggling, you won't be able to untie the locks."

It was true that Winsty could do nothing with the shackles. She turned her head, looked at Dr. Newman's face, and remembered what he said in the private theater——

You will definitely regret it.

It turned out that he was not angry for a while.

"If you chose me in the first place, where would such a thing happen now?"

Oh, she instantly shifted from the gangster film set to the ethical film set, so now she is encountering revenge that cannot be loved?

Everything Dr. Newman said confirmed this possibility.

"Isn't it okay to stay by my side?"

The white suit on Dr. Newman was dazzling.

"Stop pretending to be a lover here!" Wensty interrupted his pretendingly affectionate lines.

Even though every word he said could be directly used as a set of "I can't love you", but Wen Sidi didn't believe that he kidnapped her purely because of "I can't love you".

Dr. Newman narrowed his eyes: "You doubt my feelings for you?"

"It's not that I doubt it, it's that I don't believe it at all."

"why?"

"Because of insincerity."

From the first acquaintance to the confession, he was so perfect that there was no flaw at all. He even looked at her with undisguised affection. He calculated every step carefully and set a trap in front of him, just waiting for her to jump into it. go in.

He is a master of trapping, indeed few girls can resist a handsome and affectionate man.

But no matter how sincerely he looked at her, she still felt it was false. His gaze was indeed as gentle as spring light, but the sunshine did not shine on her.

"I'm insincere?" Dr. Newman smiled with his head down. He pinched Winsty's chin and forced her to look into his eyes: "How can you say I'm insincere?"

The softness in his eyes disappeared, and those green eyes were like green snakes hidden in the forest, revealing a gloomy light.

Winsty tried to turn her head away, but he was so hard that she could crush her jaw.

"I don't know if you are born so smart, or Sherlock Holmes has taught you well. After being with him for so long, no matter how stupid a person is, he should grow up."

Wensty's jaw was in pain. She struggled so hard that her wrists and ankles were stretched out with red circles. She gritted her teeth and asked, "What exactly are you going to do?"

Why on earth was she worth his effort to plan a game?

"God sent you to me."

Come again, can you stop moaning like this?

"Bah!" Winsty spat a mouthful of phlegm onto his face.

This mouthful of phlegm completely took off Dr. Newman's gentle mask. He finally showed the inner rage on his face, and a ball of fire burned in his eyes.

He raised his hand.

Wensti closed her eyes subconsciously, but the slap didn't land on her face.

Cicia walked in, and she said to Dr. Newman in a loyal and eager manner: "I'm sorry, messenger. Our whereabouts have been discovered, and we must evacuate here as soon as possible."

Dr. Newman took a white handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his face, and turned away.

Cicia apologized: "I'm really sorry, the messenger. I made sure that I left no clues to find us when I took her away. I don't know why our location was exposed so quickly. The two Holmes are rushing over. On the way, but I have arranged obstacles to delay some time, as long as we move fast enough, this time is enough for us to evacuate."

Dr. Newman returned to his previous amiable appearance.

"It's okay, Sisia," he handed the handkerchief to Sisia, lowered his voice, and whispered in her ear, "Do you want to experience the power of God?"

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Sherlock was calm, but only by the looks of it, and Mycroft knew Sherlock was on the verge of reason.

He sat in the back row by the window, half of his face was bright, half of his face was dark, his lips were tightly pressed, and he didn't say a word.

Before getting into the car, Mycroft even joked: "You actually put the locator on her earrings, should I praise you for your foresight?"

The locator was originally handed over to Sherlock by Mycroft for improvement, and it was intended to be used on important government officials and members of the royal family. Unexpectedly, the first person to try it was Winsty.

Sherlock only glanced at him after listening to him.

That look was extremely light, suppressing all his emotions, which made Mycroft feel worried.

The locator showed that Wensty was in Newman's private hospital.

It was very quiet in the car.

According to the usual drive, they can arrive at Newman Private Hospital in only 10 minutes, but things often do not go so smoothly.

While waiting for a red light, a clown gang appeared ahead.

They walked in a queue, each with exaggerated paint on their faces and colorful costumes, and the clown in the front row even raised a speaker, which became a scene in the street.

The countdown to the green light for pedestrians was about to end, and they were still walking unhurriedly.

When a clown wearing a red hat passed by their car, he deliberately turned his face away and showed an exaggerated smile.

"Get down!"

The two Mr. Holmes in the car immediately realized that something was wrong, and at the same time raised their voices to wake up.

A bullet (bullet) penetrated the front glass of the car.

The music in the speaker is still playing, and the sound of the music can bring everyone into a joyful celebration, but at this time, every singing is accompanied by piercing screams, which are out of place, like a dirge before a grave.

What the clowns are holding in their hands is not a toy Zishui wooden warehouse, but a real wooden warehouse.

Massacres appeared on the street, and pedestrians and vehicles scattered and fled in disorder.

Mycroft's umbrella itself was the most cutting-edge weapon, and Sherlock immediately took out a wooden box from under the seat.

"Be careful to dodge and keep driving." Mycroft gave the driver an order.

Strong psychological quality is a must for Mycroft's subordinates. The driver was not frightened by the chaotic driving in front of him. He obeyed the command of the officer, drove without fear, and opened up a road.

The riots on the street were quickly quelled by the London police. Not long after the sound of wooden warehouses stopped, a louder sound of wooden warehouse beatings sounded again, like a wave following a frantic tide.

Police from Scotland Yard had surrounded the Newman Private Hospital. Detective Inspector Lestrade had an anxious expression on his face, and dense beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

Inspector Lestrade breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Mycroft and Sherlock get out of the car.