[Comprehensive] Short-lived ghost

When He Fang woke up, he found himself passed out in a tent. He walked out of the tent. It was just dawn outside. A car was parked not far from the tent. The bonfire had been extinguished. There were two people lying on the ground beside the bonfire. The shape of the body is a little distorted, and it doesn't look like it is sleeping.

He Fang walked a few steps closer, a man and a woman, who looked to be in their early forties, their eyes were open, their complexions were pale, and He Fang approached them, and saw that they were not breathing at all. He Fang, who was squatting, noticed the neck of the deceased There are two bloody holes on it, as if it was attacked by some monster.

He Fang touched his neck reflexively, only touched a little residual blood, the wound healed automatically because of He Fang's appearance, he stood up, felt dizzy and swayed, He Fang hurriedly put his hands on the ground to keep himself from As for sitting on the ground.

When he felt better, He Fang walked back to the tent, flipped through his bag, and received the memory of this body. This body was named Anthony, a British man, a high school student, and his parents died. His father suddenly said on a whim I want to give myself a three-day vacation, so I prepared all kinds of camping equipment and brought my family here to experience life.

They were attacked at night by two guys wrapped in black robes with fangs. Anthony's memory of this episode was a little blurry because it was too terrifying.

He Fang took out his mobile phone and called the local police station when there was a signal. The police arrived at the scene shortly after receiving the murder case. People from the forensics department were taking evidence and taking pictures of the deceased. A plainclothes police officer came over and asked He Fang some questions. Basic questions such as name, age and occupation.

"What is your relationship with them?"

"They are my parents." He Fang sat on the ground with his arms folded, making a sad expression, "How could this be?"

"Can you tell me what happened?"

"I was a little sleepy after eating, so I went back to my tent to sleep. When I heard the shouting, I saw two people hugging my parents and biting their necks. I was very scared and hid in the tent. I didn’t dare to make a sound, I didn’t come out until they left, and then I saw…” He Fang choked up and couldn’t continue, the police officer patted him on the back to comfort him.

"Inspector, the preliminary judgment is that he died of excessive blood loss. We found two wounds on the neck of the deceased. We need to go back for an appraisal to determine what caused the murder weapon." A person from the forensic department came over and said in protective clothing.

"It's the sharp teeth, I saw it." He Fang said while shaking his body while clasping his hands.

"Oh, we can't rule out this possibility, maybe it's a vampire." The man bared his teeth at He Fang, but his expression was very disdainful, obviously thinking that He Fang had watched too many fantasy movies.

"Anderson." The inspector gave him a warning look.

This man named Anderson, with a big nose and small eyes, looks really unpleasant.

"I think that guy would be interested in this kind of case." The detective said as he took out his phone and walked aside.

The man named Anderson sneered: "It's that lunatic again."

He Fang became concerned about the madman he was talking about. Not long after, a long-faced man in a windbreaker strode towards this side, crossed the cordon, and greeted the inspector, "Inspector Lestrade, You said it was a rather interesting case."

The detective turned his head and looked at He Fang with a guilty conscience, and then retorted to the man: "I didn't say that, I just said that you should be interested."

"The meaning is the same." After he finished speaking, he walked towards the murder scene expectantly. Anderson stopped him and said in a warning tone: "Hey, be careful, don't destroy the murder scene."

The two men saw that they were not on the same page, and after a few words, the man in the windbreaker walked around him and carefully observed the corpse. His movements were extremely clean and neat, and he took out a foldable magnifying glass to observe the details from time to time, without saying a word the whole time. Said, after studying the two corpses, he stood up and said something super fast in a murmuring tone, his expression was a little excited, He Fang now understands why Anderson called him a lunatic.

The performance of this person is really like a perverted murderer, seeing the dead will make him so excited.

"Who is this guy?"

Anderson turned his head and looked at He Fang, remembering that the deceased were his parents, but it was really offensive that a lunatic acted so happily in front of his relatives. Anderson waved his hand, pouted and said: "Xia, who claims to be a reasoning genius Rock Holmes, believe me, he's a complete madman."

Sherlock Holmes, He Fang only knows the detective written by Conan Doyle, and that fictional character lives in England at the end of the 19th century.

The weird man named Sherlock noticed He Fang approaching He Fang with long legs, "Are you the first witness to find the dead?"

"Yes."

"He's the dead man's son," said the Inspector aloud. "He says he saw the murder happen. It just sounds supernatural, you know."

"It's really interesting." He stared at He Fang's eyes, the green eyes seemed to see through He Fang at a glance, He Fang had played against many celebrities in the world, this aura could not overwhelm him, He Fang did not show any weakness stared back at him.

Sherlock showed a somewhat surprised expression, "Then can you tell me what you saw then?"

He Fang repeated it.

Sherlock stretched out his hand and He Fang stopped him reflexively, "The reaction is quick, I just want to see your neck."

"They didn't see me, I wasn't hurt."

"Really?" Sherlock quickly touched He Fang's carotid artery, and then pressed his wrist, "Your heartbeat is a bit too fast, your body temperature is low, and your complexion is pale. Are you anemic?"

"It's cold in here and I haven't had breakfast and I've had a shock in the evening, I think it's just a little low blood sugar, sir."

"Very logical."

Afterwards, He Fang was taken back to the police station. After finishing the record, the police asked He Fang to go home first and notify him when the case progressed.

Back at the apartment, He Fang got acquainted with his current home and learned about the specific situation. He is a senior high school student who is about to graduate, and it is Christmas holiday. There is a decorated Christmas tree in front of the fireplace in the living room. His mother is A lawyer whose father was an investment banker and who could tell he was well off.

He Fang sat in the living room for a while, and went downstairs to find the nearest restaurant for lunch. He Fang felt that someone was watching him, so he didn't stay outside for too long. After eating, he returned to the apartment and locked himself in the room.

I didn't go out to eat at night, and I didn't wander around after dinner, but I went straight home and surfed the Internet in the room until ten o'clock.

I had a dream in the middle of the night. He Fang hadn’t had a dream for a long time, so I was deeply impressed by this dream. In the dream, He Fang stood in front of the sink and saw himself in the mirror. His left eye was strangely red, and blood was still oozing from the corner of his lips.

He Fang woke up from the dream, got up and went to the bathroom downstairs to go to the toilet. While washing his hands, he looked up and saw himself in the mirror, with deep green eyes, a high nose bridge, dry and peeling lips, young appearance, but overall There was no color on his face, and there was no trace of youthful vitality.

He Fang touched his face, it was still cold, even though the heating in this apartment was sufficient, He Fang's body was still lower than the normal body temperature of the human body.

He Fang walked out of the bathroom to the kitchen and poured a glass of water. Unable to sleep, He Fang sat on the sofa and turned on the TV. He only turned on a desk lamp next to the sofa. The light from the TV shone dimly on He Fang's face. People will definitely be frightened when they first see He Fang at this time, his face is somewhat blurred by the light from the TV, but his eyes are very bright, reflecting the faint green light.

He Fang picked a table at random, lay on the sofa in a daze until dawn, made coffee for himself the next day, bought hot dogs and sandwiches at a nearby restaurant, and when he was about to leave, he saw the long-faced lunatic Mr. Sitting in a seat near the glass window, he ordered a cup of coffee, and the collar of his windbreaker was turned up to cover most of his face.

When He Fang noticed him, he happened to be looking at He Fang.

"Are you following me, sir?"

"Oh, it's not polite to say that, I live near here." He pointed in a certain direction out of the window, "On Baker Street."

He Fang is not very familiar with this area, but the name of Baker Street is somewhat familiar.

"221 Baker Street." He Fang said the address casually.

Mr. Long Face looked at him, "It seems that you have already investigated me, which is also normal. You can know me by typing my name online. I also published research on tobacco on my blog, but you are too If you are young, it is better not to touch tobacco."

Is this person always speaking at such lengths and lengths? His chattering speed is super fast.

"Since we met here by such a coincidence, I really want to ask about my parents' case. Have you found any clues?"

He clasped his hands together on his chin, "Obviously this was a murder. The deceased was frightened and struggled. Black fibers were found in their nails, which should have been grabbed from the suspect."

"I have witnessed all of what you said, and now I suspect that the people who killed my parents were not human beings."

Mr. Longface rubbed his hands, smiled, and his expression was a little funny, "Although the deceased died of a carotid artery bite and excessive blood loss, this does not mean that the murderer is not a human being, perhaps a member of an underground cult organization , pursuing this special method of killing."

Out of the corner of He Fang's eyes, he caught a glimpse of a person standing outside the window, and he suddenly looked up. A young man wearing a woolen cap stood outside the window, smiling at He Fang, and disappeared before He Fang's eyes in the blink of an eye. .

"What are you looking at?"

He Fang recovered his senses and looked at him, "Maybe I'm hallucinating because I didn't sleep well. I want to go back to have breakfast and sleep in the cage again. It's nice to see you, sir. Then I'll take my leave."

"Sherlock Holmes."

"What?" He Fang was about to push the door out and turned to ask him.

"My name, I don't think I've introduced myself yet."

"Hello, Mr. Holmes, my name is Anthony Berkeley. See you next time."

He Fang went out and wrapped the coat tightly around his body. After walking a certain distance, he suddenly raised his head and looked behind him.

The feeling of being watched is still there. He Fang thought that Holmes was following him, but now it seems that this is not the case. The couple killed by the vampire, the young man who stood outside the window and smiled at him, the ability to disappear instantly in place, this world It looked far weirder than he had imagined.

When He Fang returned home, he heated up the sandwiches and hot dogs in the microwave, found a coffee mug in the closet, and made coffee before he left. Now that he has brewed the coffee, the room is filled with the smell of coffee and other smells. stranger's.

He Fang put down his glass and turned around cautiously. There was no one in the living room and dining room on the first floor. He looked up to the second floor.

He took a knife from the kitchen, and when he passed the sofa in the living room, He Fang suddenly made a move, and chopped the kitchen knife in his hand towards the sofa. The air in the place where He Fang slashed was twisted, and a human figure was vaguely seen. The knife in Kaihe Fang's hand flashes aside, and a human figure appears.

"Have you been found? How did you find me?" It was the man who had disappeared outside the window of the restaurant who spoke.

"Smell." The more obvious place is that there is a depression in the middle of the sofa. It is obvious that someone is sitting there, and this person's IQ does not seem to be high.

"Hannes, I've complained about your stink a long time ago, can you take a shower? It would be embarrassing for me to work with you."

A hot blonde woman came out from the room on the second floor, she stretched lazily and leaned on the handrail of the stairs, "Hey, I slept on your parents' bed for a while, you don't mind. "

"mind."

The beauty's face froze, and the man called Hanes laughed.

"Who are you and what are you doing in my house?"

The beauty slid down the escalator, "Little handsome guy, we are here to find you, come with us."

He Fang took a few steps back to keep a safe distance from them, holding the knife to his chest.

The woman laughed, "That kind of thing can't hurt us." As she spoke, she came behind He Fang extremely quickly, holding He Fang's wrist holding the knife with one hand, and wrapping her arms around He Fang's waist with the other.

When He Fang felt pain in his hand, the knife fell to the ground because he couldn't hold it, and her other hand frivolously touched He Fang's abdomen a few times.

"Lisa, sexual harassment is prohibited." Hannes reminded, he walked over and looked into He Fang's eyes, "We are here to help you, your parents were killed by those blood-sucking 'worms', but you are lucky to survive, But if you are bitten by them, there will be toxins left in your body, and you will mutate."

He Fang didn't struggle, but looked at him, wondering what they were trying to do.

Hannes approached him, stared at He Fang's neck, and raised his hand to touch it left and right.

"There is no wound on the neck." As he spoke, he lifted He Fang's sweater, wanting to check other places.

"Sexual harassment is prohibited, Hannes." Lisa laughed.

He Fang rolled his eyes, raised his hand to hold him, and pointed to his neck on the left side, "I've been bitten here, but the wound has healed."

"Theoretically, the wound won't heal so quickly." Hannis touched his chin and said.

He Fang ignored them, first took out the food that was heated in the microwave oven, poured himself a cup of coffee, and sat down at the dining table, "My physique is different from ordinary people, and the wound will heal automatically."

"Is it true?" Hannes picked up the knife on the ground, walked behind He Fang, and raised the knife.

"However, fatal injuries will still result in death." He Fang reminded, stretched out his hand and rolled up his sleeves to let him slash his arm. Next little scar.

"Won't it hurt?" Seeing that there was no pain on his face, Hannes took his arm and felt it around.

"Idiot, of course it hurts."

Hannis smiled sheepishly, "Ha, I'm a little bit harsher, I'm sorry."

"Maybe you can join our organization." Lisa came over and pulled the chair next to her to sit down.

"What organization?"

"They're all capable people like you and us."

The author has something to say: I have been struggling with what to write in the last world since the day before yesterday, from Titanic to HP to Qin Qin Ji to Naruto, and finally decided to write according to my own preferences, original characters, fantasy world, vampires, werewolves, abilities or wait.

It is unlikely to write fanfic again in the future, so let Comrade Sherlock come out to show his face. At this time, he has not met Watson.