Sherlock's Girlfriend[Zhongyingmei]

From the system ringtone that comes with the phone.

"elder brother?"

"As the only man who can stay by your side for a long time in the past 18 years, your brother is still willing to open a small back door for you. I have a way to avoid everyone's sight and transfer money to your account."

"I'm touched, but don't you believe in your sister's strength? I can rely on my face to make a living."

"Well, I admit that you look good, after all we have the same excellent genes."

"You have the final say if you have money, anyway, I have a patron now."

The other side was silent for a while, and then said, "Ai Miye, be careful, if you receive a text message from that person, you must live even if you are forced. Only by living can you win this war."

To put it very euphemistically, being forced actually refers to being forced to have a sexual relationship, which couldn't be easier to understand.

Ai Miye hung up the phone and thought for a while.

Recently, Sherlock has been looking for information and obtained all the relevant information of her case in some way, from her first kidnapping to the last murder case she was involved in, big and small, even she can't count them case.

She seems to be the contradictory point of misfortune and luck. She has a lot of wealth and a jewel in her palm, but she faces endless criminals.

In short, she should cheer up.

And, why does her brother have her current cell phone number?

This mobile phone is a new number bought with a little trick after leaving Kailin, without even telling Freddie.

Although criminals can always know her number, why does my brother know?

Charles wouldn't tell anyone, he knew her fear of criminals better than she did, so he would never give out her number, not even her brother.

After so many ups and downs, who can know the identity of the villain?

Elites are more likely to breed high-IQ criminals.

"Ai Mi Ye, come in."

Ai Mi Ye: "..."

?

Is someone talking?

"Ai Mi Ye, don't make unnecessary and stupid attempts."

The sound is deep and gorgeous, just like the timbre of a cello.

Aimi Ye, who was supreme in voice control, walked towards Sherlock's room with a reserved smile, and then saw that his desk was covered with piles of photos of her from childhood to adulthood.

Thick and dense, it is frightening.

Ai Miye took a step back subconsciously, her face pale.

"This is what I extracted from all the cases. It is obvious that the criminals you encountered were all ordered, and the manipulator behind the scenes has been spying on you crazily since you were a child. He does love you very much, but he also loves you. I also hate your infidelity, in his eyes, you can only belong to him, and smiling at others is considered cheating."

Quick and unemotional tone.

Instead, it made her feel a little safer.

"so what?"

She has heard too many profiles of this mysterious murderer, those top criminal investigators, the best detectives in the United States, and even the best detectives in the world, FBI, CIA, almost all the information about this murderer. It was described, and there were even the murderer's footprints, but it was all useless, and he couldn't be caught.

Because the criminal profile of the murderer is all textbook-like models, everything he does is to let the criminal investigators speculate in his direction, and he knows their investigation direction better than the criminal investigators.

So all the profiles are useless, because that's who the murderers want them to deduce.

Even the footprint left by the murderer on purpose.

And a string of codes deliberately left by the murderer.

182919391,2

It's just a very simple string of numbers, which has already been deciphered by too many cryptography experts.

But no one knows what it means.

Mystery.

Fortunately, all these years, she has taken it for granted, and she will no longer have any extravagant hopes.

She is Ai Miye Kailin, and she is destined to live a different life.

But no one ever said that being different was bad.

Sherlock glanced at her indifferently, expressionless, then turned around and started busy with his own business.

Inexplicable oh.

Ai Miye went back to her room, changed her clothes, and planned to go out to get some air.

However, when she got to the street, she suddenly discovered a very important thing. She didn't bring her mobile phone, which meant that she was in danger and couldn't call for help.

It's not too far from 221B Baker Street, she should have time, she thought.

But the uneasiness in her heart prompted her to quicken her pace. She could be involved in any murder at any place and at any time.

Persecuted delusions.

It is also the sequela left by those endless cases.

She was very uneasy, so when she saw a tall man standing in front of her and looking at her with a half-smile, this fear reached the point of explosion.

She doesn't have any combat power, her physical strength is extremely poor, she was born with it, and with her special situation, the bodyguard will not only become a burden to expose her identity.

Moreover, the bodyguard is more likely to die than her.

She can never run away.

Before she lost consciousness completely, she looked at her fingertips.

Don't use abilities.

she told herself.

Gotham.

After waking up, she felt a little dizzy. She looked around, but she didn't see the murderer, so she lowered her head to check herself. The clothes were still intact.

But it's noisy outside.

Someone is saying, "whysoserious?"

Ai Miye moved her hand, which was bound extremely tightly with cotton cloth, and felt a little sore after being imprisoned for a long time.

But if she missed the escape time now, it would be really hard for her to say whether she would be alive, especially, how ridiculous it would be to die in the hands of such a young man. She had escaped so many mysterious killers' pursuit, How could he die at the hands of such an unknown criminal?

Is reality always like this?

always like this.

She noticed a lamp on the table, glowing with a hazy yellow light.

Ai Miye stood up, moved the chair carefully, trying not to make any noise, then turned her back to the lamp, and put the cotton cloth tied around her wrist close to the lamp tube.

She bit her lower lip tightly, and the tenderest part of her wrist felt an unbearable burning heat one after another.

Her face turned pale from the pain, and cold sweat began to drip down. She was almost grim. This kind of burning, on the tenderest skin, was hot and long.

Can't cry.

Must, live.

Only by being alive can I win.

There was still noise outside, and the voices of those people became more and more indistinct in pain.

"You know, I've always been very generous. Between friends, what's the point of stealing a batch of goods?"

"But, oh, I forgot to say, I don't forgive you."

"Order them."

The words seemed to be addressed to another person.

She was so painful that her little face was wrinkled into a ball, and cold sweat ran down her temples until she finally felt the cotton cloth break.

Ai Miye quickly withdrew her hand, the white and tender skin on her wrist was already horrible, she lowered her head and untied the rope tied to the chair on her foot.

When she looked up, she met a pair of eyes full of interest and confusion.

"Look at the lovely lady."

"Take her, too."