The years I played survival games [Comprehensive Yingmei]

"My dear lady, are you lost?

Maybe I can take you home. "

Willow hugged her little bear doll and looked at the short and fat man in front of her.

The clumsy smile on this man's face and the desire in his eyes made her sick, just when she was thinking about whether to agree, and then find a remote place to eliminate harm for the people.

A magnetic male voice appeared, with a hint of meanness.

"This lady doesn't need you to take her home, but I can take you where you should go. Mr. Pedophile."

Sherlock cast a cold glance at the chunky man.

"What are you talking about, I don't know you, why slander me out of thin air!"

Seeing the passers-by around him looking at him with weird and vigilant eyes, the short and fat man felt guilty for a while, and then he said sternly.

"It's just ridiculous!"

He scolded angrily, and asked for help from that cute little girl.

"Miss, I just asked if you were lost. I wanted to help you, right?"

If it was an ordinary little girl, she would probably nod in a daze when he said that, but Willow just looked curiously at the tall and thin man beside her.

"How do you know he's a pedophile?"

Sherlock glanced down at the little girl next to him.

"It's very simple, the suit on his body has not been ironed, the tie is also crumpled, the shoes have not been polished for a long time, and there is a smell of alcohol and low-quality cigarettes on his body, which is almost gone. It is caused by a hangover.

He also had the Welsh Daily in his pocket, apparently a bachelor who had recently lost his job.looking for a job.

But in his pocket is a pink silk handkerchief that still smells like Macy's latest kids' face cream.

Stains of unwashed chocolate ice cream on the cuffs.From the cuff all the way to the elbow.

Apparently this Mr. Pedophile was eagerly hugging a child who was still holding an ice cream cone..."

Following Sherlock's non-stop words, the short and fat man's forehead became more and more cold sweat. He noticed the eyes of the people around him, and put down his sentence angrily.

"I do not know what you're talking about!"

Then I wanted to leave immediately.

But he was caught, and Watson grabbed the short and fat man who wanted to escape angrily.Fire in the eyes.

"A fellow like you deserves to be hanged!"

"Let go of me! Is it possible that that person can convict me with just a few words? Who is he? Is he a judge? If you do this again, I will call the police!"

The chunky man yelled.

"Who's calling the police?"

Inspector Lestrade, who was walking behind with a frustrated face, missed Sherlock's words just now, and looked at the situation in front of him in a daze.

Chunky Man:  …

Ten minutes later, the chunky man was taken away by the police for a conversation.Although he clamored all the way that there was a shady scene, which was framed, but the silk handkerchief on his body that he carried around as a trophy already showed the problem.

Willow hugged her little bear tightly, and carefully looked at the man in front of her.

"Sherlock Holmes?"

I am!

I only hate that when I was young, I didn't study much, and I went to the world with a single sentence.

She never thought that there is Sherlock Holmes in this world!

"Is there any special meaning to this name?"

"what?"

Willow asked suspiciously, but met the gray eyes that were close at hand.

Holmes bent down and stared at himself without blinking, as if examining something.

"You didn't recognize me immediately, obviously you are not familiar with me, but you are very familiar with Sherlock Holmes.

After hearing my name, you were very surprised, and then stayed on me for a long time, especially the hat and cloak.

You know me and know my dressing habits.

Are you afraid of me? "

"No, I'm not afraid of you. It's just that I didn't expect to see you."

Willow shook her head.

Sherlock looked at her for a while, then said suddenly.

"Have you anywhere to go, Miss.

If not, I would like to invite you to my place. "

Return to 221B Baker Street, London.

Watson brought a cup of drink to the elder and the younger with a dazed expression. Sherlock was coffee, and Willow was juice.

"Thank you."

Willow raised her head and said to Watson.

Then he calmly looked at Sherlock over there. He had been looking at her with undisguised scrutiny and inquiry in his eyes.

Willow let him watch, she had nothing to shame anyway.

Of course, she is also curious about what Sherlock can see from her body. After all, this body is not hers. Sherlock shouldn't be magical enough to see her soul, right?

After a while, Sherlock took a sip of the cold coffee, his eyes were full of curiosity.

"Very interesting. Your body. Very interesting."

He said it twice in a row, and only after seeing Watson's strange eyes did he realize that his words were wrong.

"Sorry, I mean it's amazing.

No calluses, no welt stains.Not even a smell.

You are like a baby who just came into this world.

No, newer than a baby.

Even babies have their own smell, but you smell of nothing but London air.

And your clothes are also very interesting, whether it is material or workmanship and style. "

Watson listened to the conclusion Sherlock finally came to, with question marks all over his head.

He set his eyes on the little girl, but after looking at it several times, he could only find out in frustration that he couldn't see anything except the top and skirt that were different from the current mainstream clothes.

"And you are not surprised that I can see this. Sure enough, you know me very well, to be precise, you know Sherlock Holmes very well."

Sherlock said while observing the little girl in front of him.However, it was a pity to find that this little girl put everything on the surface without a care, but he couldn't continue to explore the deeper things.

"You are right, but I won't tell you the specific answer.

Guess what you want. "

Holding the juice in her hand, Willow blinked innocently.

After she finished drinking the juice, she got up and said.

"Thank you for your hospitality. Gentlemen, I think I must go."

Although I am very happy to meet Holmes, but the task is urgent.

She didn't think about seeking the help of the great detective. After all, the detective is also a human, a flesh and blood body, which is different from her, an internal tester who can be resurrected infinitely.

Sherlock didn't stop.

Watson was very curious about the calm and grown-up little girl.

"I really want to know who that little girl is."

"Willow Hill."

"what?"

"She's Willow Hill."

Sherlock Holmes stood at the window and looked out.

“The Fire Spirit who saved everyone from the Titanic. There’s even a tombstone of hers in London, though there’s only a hair rope in it.”

"Is that rumor true?!"

Watson was surprised.

He finally remembered the name Willow Hill, but he felt even more confused.

"She didn't even say her name, how did you know?"

"The two scrunchies in her hair matched the photo in the newspaper exactly.

Clothes, appearance, and the bear, everything was exactly as described by the survivors. "

Seeing the little girl's back slowly disappear, Sherlock walked back into the room, sat on the sofa, lit his pipe, and took a deep breath.

"But...but that was five years ago, and it is rumored that the girl was buried in the sea."

"If the flame spirit is real, then why can't it be resurrected from the dead?"

Sherlock's worldview was shaken five years ago, but five years later, his worldview was shaken again.

All the evidence pointed out that the girl might not really be human.

Willow was walking on the street.

【Where is Dormammu? 】

System: [He is in another dimension. If you want to find it, you need to find the Satan projected in this world, and find the point where Dormammu invaded the world, and cut off the connection.

When you cut off the connection, the world consciousness will automatically hide the world coordinates.Even if the task is completed. 】

[But I have no clue now. 】

[Sorry, we can only focus on Satan's recent presence in London in this world. As for where Satan is, you need to find it yourself.But you have to know that Satan is a dark creature created by Dormammu, a vicious demon.

Even if he just stands there, the impact on human beings is huge.

Maybe you can check to see if anything strange has happened in London lately. 】

This is a way of thinking, Willow thought for a while.

To inquire about news, what could be easier than a beggar, a vagabond, or a hooligan?

Half an hour later, she smiled at a punk with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

"Thank you very much for your answer, it really helped. See you soon."

The little girl with shofar braids was holding a somewhat worn-out bear doll, and ran out of the alley with little feet, with a cute smile on her face.

The gentlemen and ladies passing by on the road couldn't help showing a knowing smile, what a lovely girl.

And in the alley where the sewage was flowing, two young gangsters coughed a few times with bruised noses and swollen faces, and struggled to get up, their eyes still full of horror and disbelief.

Because just now, they were beaten up by a teenage girl.

Teens!little girl!

Oh my god, are kids all this powerful now?

How can this make them extort pocket money from children?

The two punks had a sad feeling that their careers were over.

And Willow, who left a psychological shadow on the two boys, walked towards the villa where the gangster said all the family committed suicide and died in a strange way.

I heard the little bastard said that when he was squatting on the side of the road, the only surviving mistress of the house slammed her head against the wall to death with a crazy smile, and both her husband and she painted blood around her with blood before she died. runes.

Especially for that husband, whether it was the bedroom or the children's room, the walls, the floor, and even the furniture were all covered with dried blood symbols. Many people said that this was a curse or a sacrifice to the devil.

The family must have been bewitched by the devil. "