Sherlock's Girlfriend[Zhongyingmei]

Ai Miye looked around calmly, it looked like it had just been built, she sniffed the wall carefully, and confirmed her conclusion.

It was more like a large cage, and she guessed they wouldn't be the only victims.

Maybe the first time, but if he is not caught, there will always be another one until the killer is brought to justice.

She searched the toilet, but couldn't find anything that could be used. She had a little thought of running away, but not completely.

Although her ability can't be controlled well, it is not difficult to freeze a man's legs, thanks to the toilet he built in the room.

It was difficult for her to freeze the air around his legs, but she could get water from the toilet and pour it on him, and it was much easier to direct the frozen liquid.

It's just that being able to hold him back doesn't help much. The real way out is the key. Without the key, she can't escape. What's more, she doesn't know the real building structure here. Even if she has the key, she may not be able to escape. escape.

It's just that, looking at it now, she still doesn't know the murderer's purpose.

What does he want?

With his delicate and clean appearance, he has no shortage of women's pursuits. Judging from the cleanliness of his clothes and the cost of building this place, he is not short of money, no needs?

Why grab girls?Pedophile?

She didn't look like a child, she looked down at her breasts.

It is an obvious conclusion that the murderer has cleanliness, but...

How would he react if someone else soiled his stuff?Kill each other or just clean up yourself?

She frowned and decided not to test on the verge of death, although she was not so afraid of death now.

Xi Ruier is in prison, as long as it is not her brother, she will not despair.

Nina was very dissatisfied with Ai Miye's silence, and even more out of anger, she decided to resist by herself.

No matter what, she always has to fight for her life.

Ai Miye was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, suddenly she was slightly stunned, then stood on the bed and knocked on the ceiling, after hearing the sound, she lay down again.

But Nina was ecstatic. She stood on the bed and tried to tear the ceiling open, and it did so after a while. Her eyes were full of hope. Before she climbed up, she did not forget to ask Ai Miye, "Come with me!" Walk?"

Ai Miye shook her head, "If I were you, I wouldn't do that. But I hope you can escape, goodbye, Nina."

Not knowing what this freak was thinking, Nina no longer hesitated, she climbed up the ventilation duct, walked along the duct for a while, and saw a vent, she lifted the shutter of the vent, and jumped out Going down, she rushed to the door.

She froze, how could this be.

The door is locked and cannot be opened.

She tried desperately to open the door, but all failed.

Ai Miye looked up at the ceiling with a hole in it, thinking about how the murderer would react.

The result was much milder than she had imagined, but the broken hole was repaired, and then Nina was detained alone, not far away, because she vaguely heard the sound of the electric drill.

The door is locked, potentially leaving Nina to fend for herself.

She began to think again about the chances that Sherlock could save her.

It's not wise to rely on others, but she can't think of any other way to leave at the moment.

She still didn't know the murderer's purpose, and she didn't dare to act rashly. At least so far, the murderer didn't intend to kill her. She shouldn't ask for trouble. As long as she cooperates with him and doesn't make trouble for him, she is safe.

Now she was alone in the room.

She closed her eyes, the white light from the lamp became more and more hot, and she saw a white mist again.

This is not the first time.

"Sir, do you have a girlfriend?" was her voice.

Sherlock frowned slightly, "That's not my domain."

"Sir, I think you need a girlfriend." She smiled wantonly, like a butterfly spreading its wings.

It was rare that he didn't directly sarcastically, he seemed to think for a second, "Why do I need it?"

The woman opposite him chuckled, she paused, and began to try to convince him, "For example, when you observe and think at a crime scene, you need someone to help you with tools."

"For another example, when you think the case is easy, you can play intellectual games with your girlfriend to pass the time."

"I think I'm just right for the position."

There was a smirk on Sherlock's mouth, and there was no fluctuation in his eyes, "Every time you speak, you make me doubt the admission requirements of Cambridge University."

"I will put you first in everything."

Sherlock didn't speak, and the hands hanging on both sides moved slightly.

"Everything will be stamped with your mark, sir, and I will be yours."

The sound of the door being opened.

Ai Miye came back to her senses, the white light was dazzling, she blinked uncomfortably before looking in the direction of the door.

She was stunned.

It's still the same face, but it's like a different person.

The murderer took off his black-rimmed glasses, and instead of wearing a clean and tidy shirt, he wore a sporty coat. He was smiling.

She pursed her lips and asked, "Can you tell me your age?"

The man smiled, "Nine years old."

After the man left, Aiyaya sat in the toilet thinking about countermeasures.

She has also met people with split personality, but it is not a murderer. She has never met a murderer with split personality. It is normal to think about it. How could her brother tolerate unstable factors to threaten her life.

Cyril kept her involved in murder cases, but never let her die. The murderer made a deal with Cyril that he would not let her die.

But she had seen victims of split personalities.

Perhaps it was caused by childhood trauma.

It's just that she still doesn't know how many personalities the murderer has split into. If there are only two, then she can start with the other personality.

A 9-year-old's mind is much less dangerous than an adult's.

She stared at the lamp in a daze.

Suddenly, she looked at her watch, it was midnight.

Suddenly she was very grateful to the murderer.

Ai Miye separated the outer surface of the wire with the clasp of the watch buckle, looked at the copper wire inside, and she almost saw the way out of here.

She has never heard the sound of a key being inserted into the lock, so the door lock is not opened with a key.

She turned off the light and fumbled to separate the copper wire.

Sherlock?

She doesn't need his help now.