[Shenxia] cruel game

"So, John, how's it going?"

"How about what?"

"I just gave a speech at City University."

"Excellent, Sherlock. But you don't look like someone willing to give a lecture at a university—"

The two were walking quickly in London City University in the center of London. Fine snowflakes fell from the sky and fell on the tall trees on both sides of the road.

"Honestly, you are very popular with the students, Sherlock."

They walked around a Victorian-style teaching building, because it was already dark, and there were not many people in the square in front of the building. A long-haired girl with a book in her hand walked past them.She walked very fast, as if she was rushing home for a warm dinner.

"Hey, Adoll, see you tomorrow!" An Asian girl stood on the second floor of the teaching building and shouted towards the downstairs from a rather interesting small balcony.

"I have to say, if Adoll was a person's name, I'd be stupid to suggest that she change it," Sherlock murmured.

The long-haired girl turned her head, waved her hand upstairs, and said, "See you tomorrow, Jenny!"

"Well, since she is a foreigner who can't even speak English well, I reserve my opinion first." Sherlock muttered again.

Jenny didn't answer the long-haired girl anymore, because another voice had already responded on her behalf.There was a loud bang, a gunshot.

Blood was spilled on the white railing of the balcony.The impact force of the bullet made Jenny's whole body fall forward, she jumped over the railing, and fell to the ground from the balcony on the second floor. He fell upstairs, and there was a blood hole in his forehead.Blood slowly spread from her black hair.

"My God." Watson patted his forehead to make sure it wasn't a dream.He and Sherlock rushed towards the corpse, but the long-haired girl had already rushed to poor Jenny and squatted down, rolling her eyelids with her fingers.

"*&#%￥+!" The girl sighed and cursed in a foreign language they didn't understand (the tone sounded like she was cursing).

***

"Hmm...Chinese passport...de...ai..." Inspector Lestrade looked at the long-haired girl's passport, struggling to spell the name on it.

"It's Ed, sir. You can call me Adoll, Aiduo, which sounds very similar to my Chinese name." The girl said timidly, holding the book in her hand tightly.She should have never experienced such a thing before, and her eyes were full of helplessness.

"The deceased is your friend?" Lestrade opened another passport belonging to the deceased, and looked down at it.

"Yes, sir. To be precise, she was my classmate in college... No, I'm not a student now, sir. After graduating from college, we came here as volunteers for international friendship school exchanges to teach Chinese. Came to England last week..."

Lestrade slammed the two passports together: "The one who was shot was a foreigner, big trouble." He turned and left, leaving Donovan to comfort the frightened Aido.

"So, Sherlock, what's up?"

"How about what?"

"Don't you want to go and see?" John asked, he and Sherlock stood outside the cordon, watching the police officers come and go busy, but Sherlock did not go in to make trouble for the first time.

"No." Sherlock turned and left, the hem of his long coat fluttered, and John quickly followed him: "But a girl was shot and killed on the university campus, and she was a foreigner. God!"

"School shootings are not uncommon, you can look through the newspaper, John." Sherlock said blankly, "It's just that this time a Chinese girl is unlucky. Let's go, I think Mrs. Hudson has prepared dinner."

"Sherlock, Mary is still at home..."

But Sherlock had already walked to the side of the road expressionlessly and hailed a taxi.John was stunned for two seconds, shrugged helplessly, and got into the car.Under such circumstances, he has never been able to compete with Sherlock.

"What are you thinking, Sherlock?" John asked tentatively as he sat in the car.

"To shut up."

"Alright alright--"

"To shut up."

The taxi stopped before 221B Baker Street, John looked at the familiar house number and shook his head.

Because he dined at the same table with the former landlady, the dinner atmosphere was very warm, and John couldn't help but recall the time when he was not married to Mary and lived here with Sherlock... After dinner, Sherlock stood up, put on his coat, and went Go outside.

"Sherlock!" John couldn't help shouting, "what are you going to do again?"

"Take a walk after dinner to digest food." Sherlock patted his stomach and looked back at John, "John, you can also take a walk with me. You have gained two pounds recently."

"I didn't!" John retorted angrily, but still obediently put on his coat and walked out, leaving Mrs. Hudson at the dining table blankly saying: "Hey, boys, you don't need to be in such a hurry..."

The snow fell harder and harder.Sherlock walked to a place tens of meters away from 221B, and suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"What's wrong?" John didn't understand.Sherlock only raised his chin in front of him, motioning for John to look.

In front of a door at the end of Baker Street, the Chinese girl Aiduo was struggling to open the door with a key, and the books she was holding were piled on the floor mat beside her.

"She lives here?" John wondered.Baker Street is not close to London City University, although the subway is more convenient.

"I moved here three days ago, 250 Baker Street." Sherlock's voice was devoid of emotion, "I've noticed."

"What about the conclusion?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

Aiduo poked the key into the lockhole repeatedly, and twisted it back and forth, but the door couldn't be opened no matter what.

"Oh my god, even the gates of London are treating me like this!" Aido took a deep breath while holding her head, and took a few steps back.Watson thought she was going to ask for help, but Aido suddenly rushed forward, bumped her shoulder hard, and the door was knocked open with a bang.

John froze for a second, then turned his head to look at Sherlock, shrugged: "It's too rude."

***

"Dang, dang, dang." Aido moved a stool and sat in front of the door, holding a small hammer in her hand, and nailed back the screws on the knocked-off door hinge one by one.

"Hello, miss." Sherlock walked forward with a smile, "I think you are a new neighbor who moved here, and I haven't visited you yet. I am Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes." He held out his right hand.

Aiduo raised her head, was stunned for a moment, quickly put down the hammer and stood up, shaking hands with Sherlock: "Hello, Mr. Holmes. My name is Adoll, and I just came from China."

"John Watson." John also shook hands with Aido.Her hands were very cold, probably because she wasn't wearing gloves.

"Well, uh..." Aiduo was a little embarrassed, she looked at the two nervously, and smiled, "It's cold, isn't it? Why don't the two gentlemen come in for a cup of tea?"

"Thank you very much." Sherlock seemed to be waiting for this sentence, and before John could respond, he stepped into 250 Baker Street.

"I just came to London last week. This is my second trip abroad, the first time is to travel to Kazakhstan." Aiduo asked the two to sit down on the simple sofa, and went to the kitchen to boil water and make tea, "I The landlord, Ms. Smith, is often away at night, and I live here alone. The key doesn't work, so I had to knock on the door, or I would sleep on the street at night."

John looked around the living room.Although the room is not big, it is tidy and tidy.It even feels unsuitable for living.

"So, how do you feel about England, Aido? Have you gotten used to it this week?" Aido brought tea to the two, and John asked politely.

"I'm slowly getting used to it, but I like it here, but sometimes I miss my parents." Aiduo sighed, still smiling, "I teach Chinese as a volunteer at the university, but my English is not good, Mr. John. My students say I have an accent like an old farmer in the North. I don’t think it’s a compliment.”

"No, that's already a compliment." Sherlock said suddenly, "I think your accent is more like an old farmer in northern India."

"Sherlock!" John scolded, then smiled apologetically at Aido, "I'm sorry, he didn't mean that."

"Oh, my cell phone is missing, and I have to call Lestrade back. Damn, John, do you have your cell phone?" Sherlock suddenly touched the pocket of his coat and asked John anxiously.

Then John noticed that his cell phone, which had been neatly in his coat pocket, was gone too.Hell, it's Sherlock's trick again, and he wants to use this as an excuse to check Aiduo's phone.Logically, Sherlock looked at Aiduo: "Can I borrow your mobile phone, Miss?"

"Of course." Aido didn't care about Sherlock's accent, and handed him the phone, "Oh...sorry, Mr. Holmes, my phone's operating system is in Chinese."

"Well, it seems that there is no other way." Sherlock took a look at the phone and pulled the scarf, "We can only go back and make a call. Thank you for the tea, Aiduo, see you later."

"She doesn't look suspicious, Sherlock, but she looks weird," John said on the way back.

"A foreigner who has just arrived is left-handed and short-sighted, because there is contact lens care solution on her desk; her family is struggling and she is filial to her parents. Have you not noticed that there are expensive health care products, cosmetics and Brand-name clothes, but she herself wears old clothes that have been washed no less than a hundred times, and uses an old mobile phone brought from China. Presumably, those luxury goods are to be sent back to China. She mentioned her parents, but did not mention her siblings, so She is an only child; she has obsessive-compulsive disorder, the room is very tidy, the fingertips are slightly peeled, and the nails have been bitten, indicating that she often gnaws her hands." Sherlock finished in one breath, "For a little girl, It's all normal."

"What's not normal is that she's so calm."

"That's right!" Sherlock suddenly exclaimed, "A friend who came from China was shot in front of her, but she can still greet her neighbors instead of contacting the embassy crying in the police station; Opening the locked door of the room obviously received some training; the family was poor, but refused to live in the free accommodation arranged by the school, so they insisted on moving to Baker Street, and," Sherlock smiled, "I was on her coffee table I saw a train ticket on the train. This morning at nine o'clock, bound for Plymouth, the ticket was not cut, which means she did not board the train. So, in the afternoon, her partner was shot."

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