[Shenxia] cruel game

"Did you bring the gun with you?" Sherlock asked casually.

"I don't have a gun. Gabriel probably thought it would be bad for me to have a gun." Aiduo pulled out the bulging thing at her waist, which was the puppet she had put on the cabinet before.

"This puppet was carved by Zhao Ruyun." Aiduo explained, "Both brothers Zhao Wuyun and he like to do some woodcarving in their spare time...Zhao Wuyun saw the camphor wood into a rough shape, and after Zhao Ruyun carved the details, Zhao Wuyun polished it and coloring."

Sherlock showed a look of sudden realization. He remembered the sawdust and paint found on the corpse in the corpse case.He asked: "This is a kind of art, right? Maybe it's a protected intangible cultural heritage. It won't be disassembled for inspection when it's taken out of the customs. It's easy to hide some drugs inside when it's carved."

Aiduo frowned, but did not directly refute: "The two of them prefer wood carving."

The three of them returned to 221B, and within a few hours everything was calm. There were no red dots on their bodies, and no text messages from Mycroft and Lestrade.In the afternoon, Mrs. Hudson went upstairs and brought afternoon tea.

"Boys, there is a letter at the door. I don't know who it is for." She brought up a large kraft paper envelope, and Sherlock took it, glanced at it, and threw it to Aido across the table: "This is for Yours, girl."

A large puppet was drawn with watercolor pens on the envelope. The joints were broken, and it looked like the puppet had been dismembered.Aiduo opened the envelope, and there were a few printed pictures inside. After reading it, Aiduo's face was very ugly.

"Would you mind letting me take a look?" Sherlock asked.

Aido handed him the few pieces of paper, then covered her face with her hand in a slumped manner.

Sherlock flipped through them one by one, and the characters in the pictures were a Chinese couple. The angle of the photo should have been taken secretly on the street. Sherlock immediately judged that both of them were doctors; the last picture It is a map of downtown London, with a circle drawn with a red pen near Stoke Park on the outskirts of London, and 10:00pm written next to it.

"The people in the photo are my parents," Aiduo said. "He asked me to go to that place at ten o'clock tonight. He will kill me, but I have to go."

"Yes, for the sake of your parents in China." Sherlock put the few pieces of paper on the table, "They have a very good relationship, don't they? And you are an only child, and they will be very sad to lose you."

Aiduo didn't answer, she raised her head, tears swirled in her eyes, but they never fell.

***

It was still very cold in London at the beginning of February, with fine snowflakes floating in the sky. When Gabriel opened the door and got out of the car, he suddenly felt the urge to shiver, but he kept his face stern and motionless. Emotions leak out.Because he saw a car coming and stopped ten meters away from him.

"What the hell kind of place did you choose, little angel?" Moriarty looked around after getting out of the car, complaining with spread hands.From here, the lights of the villa area can be faintly seen, surrounded by heavy trees, and the snow-covered grass is under their feet.Although it may have a certain aesthetic feeling for killing, it is not suitable for aftermath.

If it were Moriarty's choice, he would rather choose to strap someone with a bomb in a bustling square than hide in the woods on the outskirts of the city.

"James Moriarty, even though we're officially working together from now on, it doesn't mean you can call me by stupid nicknames."

"God, come on," Moriarty said sadly, "Daddy is really sad."

Gabriel snorted, took out a light submachine gun from the trunk of the car, and held it in his hand.

"Russian PPSh41 submachine gun, oh, I don't want to know how you brought it through customs. So, you really want to use this thing today," Moriarty raised his chin at the submachine gun, "Use this Kill your baby sweetheart?"

Gabriel didn't answer, because the sound of footsteps squeaking on the snow and the light of the flashlight came from not far away.

"She listened to you very much." Moriarty shrugged. "She came here even though she knew she would die. If I were you, I wouldn't be willing to kill her."

"Because she came here with Sherlock Holmes." Gabriel gritted his teeth, and his voice sounded a little stern, "Maybe she thinks that if I do this, I won't be able to kill her."

The three of them approached slowly and stood about ten meters away from Gabriel and Moriarty. There was an open space in the middle, and snowflakes kept falling from the branches, like a natural stage. Under the reflection of each other, each other's shadows are stretched very long.

"Good evening, Moriarty." Sherlock raised his hand first to say hello, "I don't think I have had the chance to ask you how you came back to life."

"This issue can be left for us to discuss slowly in the fun bar," Moriarty said. "We might as well settle the matter between Mr. Angel and his doll first."

Aido came out from behind Sherlock and John, slowly but without hesitation, and slowly walked towards the center of the snow-falling stage.She was wearing thin clothes without a scarf, her face was flushed from the cold, and her long hair fluttered gently with the cold wind.No one spoke, only the sound of the wind passing through the treetops.Aido took the puppet out of her pocket and held it in the air.

"Ed." Gabriel spoke suddenly, and he moved the barrel of the gun down a little, "Ed, I don't have to kill you, as long as you..."

Aiduo shook her head, raised her face and forced a smile: "Sorry, sir, I'm tired. I'm tired of living in fear every day, worrying about myself, worrying about my parents, worrying about that person... I'm tired , so I betray you, sir. I am not even afraid of betraying you, how can I be afraid of death. Shoot.

Gabriel's fingers trembled slightly, but no one noticed.He walked towards Aiduo, every step was very slow, getting closer and closer to her, as if he was afraid that if he stayed away from her, he would not be able to aim.Aido stood there and looked up at Gabriel. When Gabriel came to her and the barrel of the gun was almost touching her forehead, Aido threw the puppet to the ground.

"Sherlock," Aido said in a hurry, "the whole plan is called 'doll', and it is to eradicate the forces that have taken refuge in Moriarty."

"Throwing down the puppet in front of Gabriel represents your betrayal. I think so, but you did it impulsively." Sherlock shrugged.

There was no expression on Gabriel's face, he just stared at Aido's face, and Aido looked at him.Her deep eyes are hidden behind the plain mirror, making it difficult for people to read the contents.John couldn't help pulling out his pistol, but immediately, many red spots appeared on his and Sherlock's chests.

"Don't act rashly, Jonnyboy." Moriarty smiled leisurely, "There will be many blood holes on your body."

"Put the gun down, John." Sherlock whispered.

Gabriel seemed to be a little absent-minded. He stared at Aiduo, and asked, "Aren't your eyes fake? It confuses me and makes me desperately want to keep you by my side, but you still have to leave , you'd rather be with this Englishman you've only known for a few days..."

Aiduo's chest rose and fell rapidly, and she asked back: "Why did you kill Jenny? Why did you threaten everyone around me? Why did you use them to threaten me again?"

"Oh, it's obvious," Moriarty sounded with Irish emphatic lament at the right time, "Eddoll like a doll, it's obvious, very obvious, because Mister Angel loves you, don't tell daddy you don't know."

"Obviously, very obviously," Sherlock interjected, imitating Moriarty's tone, "Mr. Angel doesn't want to admit that he loves Aido, because that's his weakness."

Aido took a step back and looked down at the puppet lying in the snow.She sighed, and couldn't tell whether it was a sigh or a sob, but in the end she regained her composure, but the corners of her eyes were slightly red, and the water in her eyes glistened: "Kill me."

Gabriel seemed to be suddenly irritated by this sentence.He didn't pull the trigger, but hit her on the head with the submachine gun and the butt.Aiduo snorted, staggered half a step, half-kneeled on the snow, still lowered her head, and jumped up to resist; Gabriel hit her near the temple again. When he had room to fight back, he fell face down on the snow ground unconscious, blood flowed from his head, staining the snow on the ground and the puppet lying on the snow with a wooden smile on his face.

This process only took about three or four seconds, and Moriarty kept making exaggerated "oh", "ah", "amazing" and other exclamations.

"Enough." Sherlock also pulled out his gun. "A gentleman shouldn't hit a lady, even if you have a gang, even if you love her. Do you understand, Gabriel?"

"Your people have already surrounded this place. Sherlock Holmes." Gabriel put away his gun, stood up straight, raised his head and took a deep breath of the air outside London at night, snow fell on his cheek, and he exhaled The white mist blurred the expression on his face.

"It's okay, I can go out, they can't catch me, no one can catch me..." Gabriel continued, "I didn't come here this time to deal with this little bitch, I have other things to do. Holmes, I look forward to the next fight with you, but not now."

He bent down and hugged Aido, Sherlock didn't care about the red dot on his chest, those sniper rifles aiming at him in the dark, and took another step forward: "Gabriel, let her go."

Gabriel turned a deaf ear, he carefully helped Aiduo up, and probed her neck.

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small theater

The following are the specialties of each character:

Sherlock: host/driver of the plot

John: Just follow Sherlock

Gabriel: Playing tricks to death/showing the symptoms of the second disease that has given up treatment

Aiduo: Tradition dies/Tell people everywhere "I am a bad person but I have the heart of a Virgin"

Moriarty: Soy sauce

Zhao Wuyun/Zhao Ruyun: It’s just such a personal name

Mycroft/Lestrade: Announcement