[Comprehensive] The God of Desire unfolds

Richmond Street is not far away - Nelson is sincerely grateful for this, because Sherlock's exaggerated sneer made him extremely embarrassed.He felt that it would be wise to exercise his thick skin if he wanted to get on well with Sherlock.

Everything is normal on the road and apparently no murders have occurred so far.Nelson breathed a sigh of relief, at least it proved that it was not too late, and even if he wanted to see the scene, he didn't want anyone to die.

"Did you see the police car, Nelson? They're not stupid enough to know that they're going to stay here, but they're also stupid, because they must have done the same thing last time and still got nothing." Sherlock glanced sideways at the police officer. He lost sight of the police car on the side of the road for a second, then turned his head to observe the surrounding situation.

"It's seven o'clock in the evening, which is the rush hour for getting off work. There is no doubt that it is the best cover period for committing crimes. The streets are clearly visible and full of cameras. Although the department stores on the roadside have a large traffic flow, it is also easy to have too many monitoring facilities. Exposure, plus the distance the victim is able to move..."

This time Nelson reacted quickly and pointed to the rental house not far away, and the two looked at each other and quickly ran there.

The door was locked, the keyhole was rusted, and an old yellowed notice was pasted on the stained glass:

"Suspend business"

Almost without hesitation, Sherlock kicked up, and the door opened with a loud bang.Before Nelson could say anything about his seemingly ill-advised move, he was forced to scurry after someone entering the room—wouldn't this guy be afraid to go in by himself? !You know, if they're in the right place, there's a murderer inside...alive!

There was no sound in the house, not even a light.There is a decadent smell everywhere, making Nelson frown slightly.Perhaps because the main body had a certain influence on him, Yuan-Nelson's slight cleanliness was also passed on to him, which made him feel uncomfortable.

Sherlock moved forward quickly, and in a blink of an eye he reached the room at the end of the corridor, the creaking sound of the door was very clear in the silent house.And he stopped at the door with a strange expression on his face.

Nelson followed up worriedly, looked at Sherlock with a strange expression and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

The pale but clear blue eyes turned to look at him. "No one in the room." His subtext was so obvious that they were in the wrong place.

Nelson was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't immediately show a look of disappointment.He lowered his head slightly, and glanced at the room through the moonlight barely shining through the window. It was obviously a small clinic originally, with all kinds of equipment complete but inevitably worn out.But that's not the point.

He stared straight at the half of the cigarette butt in the corner, the earthy yellow color was not due to old hair, but an inherent color. "I don't think we're looking in the wrong place. It's just that we seem to have come too early."

Sherlock's pupils dilated suddenly, watching him without speaking.On the contrary, Nelson said amusedly: "You don't have to be so surprised, right? Actually..." He stopped abruptly, his smile froze on his face.There was something hard against his lower back. "Hey, don't be impulsive..."

"To shut up."

Nelson stopped obediently.The voice of the person behind him sounded quite young, perhaps not even much louder than his own.

"Hold your head in your hands and sit on the chair by the wall." The two took a few steps back as he said, and Nelson couldn't care about his cleanliness at this time, and farted on the dusty chair .Shares sat down.

Only then was Nelson able to see the man's face - he didn't cover his face, but exposed his face in their sight indifferently.His face was surprisingly peaceful, even delicate, and his stable appearance looked very attractive.It's just that the man who looks like a good man is holding a gun in his hand at the moment, and his expression is not flustered.The person behind him who had fallen on the ground struggled to stand up now, and walked out tremblingly, but he didn't stop him.

"It'll be over soon." There was even a smile on the corner of his mouth, which was so beautiful that neither Sherlock nor Nelson wanted to appreciate it.They all stared closely at the crumbling figure slowly moving out, the sound of heavy breathing made time seem to freeze, and the second hand moved forward slowly.

Sherlock withdrew his gaze, and suddenly said to this person: "Is this the last person? You don't seem to want to leave at all, otherwise you would have left long ago. There must be more than one exit. You want to surrender or commit suicide." He used It is not an interrogative sentence, but an affirmative sentence.

The man smiled gracefully, the glasses on the bridge of his nose reflected a little, but the satisfied smile in his eyes could still be seen.He was not in a hurry, and even nodded in answer to Sherlock's words. "This is indeed the last person. I can finally let my father rest in peace. These people who refused to save them are all dead. This is their fate, they deserve to die." He said these facts in a flat tone The hideous effect had even weirder effects, he suddenly held back his smile, "But I must die too."

There was silence, only the sound of the person who had already stepped into the coffin with half of his foot still staggering out, but the sound stopped suddenly, and then there was a rustling sound.

The man frowned, and was about to turn around when Sherlock suddenly said again. "Your father also had a heart attack, and the day you took him to the hospital and you were denied treatment because you didn't have enough money, you asked the patients who also had a heart attack and were there to please them I offered you medicine, but was rejected again. Then my father, who could have been saved, died just like that. Then you prepared for a long time, and then began to take revenge."

The man looked at him coldly, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth. "That's right. But you can't stop me, and the last one is about to die."

"No, he won't." Sherlock laughed suddenly.But when the angry man was about to walk towards him, he was kicked in the knee by the policeman who had arrived behind him silently, and the gun was taken away.

"Hey, you two, next time you want to tell us the situation, don't kick the door, just tell us, otherwise you will be detained, understand?" The policeman who caught the murderer was obviously in a good mood, so he just After talking with a smile, he waved them away.

What happened next was not interesting, Sherlock and Nelson left there quickly, and when they passed the door, the doctor who had been brought by the police was giving first aid to the man, and it seemed that his life was not in danger.

Nelson looked at Sherlock while patting the ashes on his clothes, and said in surprise: "You are so thoughtful, I said why did you kick the door when you entered, it turned out to attract the attention of the police. "

Sherlock turned his head and glanced at him, and said embarrassingly: "No, I just think that's faster. The policeman obviously thought too much, but there's no need to correct him."

... The police are not the only ones who think too much.Nelson held his forehead helplessly, then belatedly glanced at the sky, and then looked at his watch, it was already so late?

Oh my god, the time he made an appointment with Mr. Butler was before ten o'clock.

So he patted the boy on the shoulder, bared his bright white teeth at him, and said with a relaxed smile, "Run, let's see who gets home first!"

Sherlock gave him a look of disbelief. "Oh, how can you be so childish?! Hey, you sneaked away!" The boy chased after Nelson who was running ahead, shouting and accusing him of sneaking away for this vile and unfair act.

But as he ran, he stopped talking and ran with all his strength. Finally, he swooped and caught up with Nelson, who had been leading the way. "According to your current height and the distance you ran ahead of time, I should have won." Sherlock said triumphantly while panting heavily.

This kind of sprint distance is nothing to Nelson, and his goal has been achieved - "This will take you home, let's go in quickly."

It was rare for Sherlock to realize that he had arrived at the door of the house, and the housekeeper had already heard the voice and came out, looking at them with a smile on his face in surprise. "Good evening, Mr. Hall."

Nelson directly ignored someone staring at him, smiled and said: "Just call me Nelson. I brought him back before ten o'clock as promised. I have something to do tomorrow, and I can come to teach him the day after tomorrow." ?"

The butler smiled kindly, "Of course, see you the day after tomorrow."

Nelson looked at the curly-haired boy who was staring at him with puffy eyes, and couldn't help reaching out and pinching his face, receiving a merciless slap.He covered his red-spotted hand and muttered, "It's not cute... don't miss me secretly tomorrow, brat."

Sherlock sneered. "The devil will miss you!" Nelson laughed and waved at him and left, and shamelessly touched his extremely thick black hair before leaving.

After returning home, Nelson sorted out what happened tonight, picked up a pen excitedly, and began to write down today's diary on a new page of paper.He began to feel that the type of detective novels does not necessarily have to be written in the traditional sense.Because they were all personal experiences, he wrote very smoothly, writing more than two pages eloquently in just over an hour.After finishing writing, he shook his sore wrist and went to sleep contentedly - he had to get up early tomorrow to participate in club activities.

But Sherlock, who was bored the next day, was soaking in the laboratory to pass the time. He held the test tube in his hand, but Nelson's smiling face flashed in his mind, with a few brown bangs hanging down, hanging on his plump on the forehead.

Sherlock stared at the phantom that didn't exist, and said with contempt: "Idiot, your smile is too bright!"