[Comprehensive] How to pretend to be a victim?

In the corridor of the hospital, Sherlock and Watson stood side by side in front of the window. The sun was setting in the distance, and the clouds were all dyed in the sky, and that touch of orange red also fell into the eyes of the two of them.

Watson coughed twice: "I heard that Lestrade and the others dispatched a large number of police forces to blockade various ports. There should be news soon, right?"

"Tom didn't go to the port." Sherlock said indifferently.

"What did you say?" Watson frowned and looked at Sherlock, "Then, Lestrade and the others..."

"Look at her."

Watson was startled: "Sorry, who?"

"Shuyao." Sherlock glanced at him, then walked quickly past him.

"Sherlock, where are you going?" Watson turned around, only to see the door swing back.He sighed secretly, and looked into the room through the window of the ward.

As soon as Sherlock walked to the gate of the hospital, he saw a black luxury car parked there, and the police car he just drove had long since disappeared.

He walked straight in front of that car, walked to the street and raised his hand to hail a taxi, when he heard a familiar voice behind him.

"Sherlock."

Sherlock paused: "It seems that you have been busy recently."

"Not really, the main reason is that I have a younger brother who doesn't make me feel at ease." Mycroft walked up to him, and both of them turned their eyes to the other side of the street, "Sherlock, don't worry about this case first." Nevermind."

"A small case of abduction|trafficking|human beings will also involve state|national|high|high|level|secrets?" Sherlock raised his hand to stop a taxi as if nothing had happened, and was about to open the door when McCaw Husband blocks.

The latter looked around, then fixed his eyes on Sherlock, and lowered his voice: "Since you have read the document, you should know that this is not simply abduct|sell|sell|a few people."

"Yes, not a few, just a dozen or twenty." Sherlock curled his lips and held the doorknob, "The government must have more important matters for you to deal with, I advise you to Please don't bother me with these trivial matters, after all, you, a younger brother who doesn't let you worry about it, won't accept your favor."

Then, he opened the rear door and sat in: "Go to the train station."

Mycroft frowned, and shouted loudly: "Sherlock, do you have to take care of this case?"

The person sitting in the car kept his eyes on the front: "Drive."

The night lights are bustling, and buses drive on the wide streets.Slow down as the road turns and finally stops in front of Windsor Castle.The people in the car got out of the car one by one. The driver glanced back through the rearview mirror and saw a man wearing a travel agency hat sitting at the back of the car, so he turned around and shouted.

"Hey, why don't you go down and have a look?"

But the man glanced out the window, got up and walked towards the car door.As he got closer, the driver suddenly felt a little familiar when he saw his face under the brim of his hat.

"Eh? You're not that..."

Before he finished speaking, he was pushed back by covering his face with leather gloves.

"You didn't see anything."

When he opened his eyes again, the man had already disappeared into the crowd.

The driver frowned and thought for a moment: "Who is here?"

A tall man in the crowd held a small yellow flag: "Everyone follow me."

The crowd gathered towards him.

Mrs. Wilson, with all white hair, walked in the middle and looked around: "Huh? Why are there fewer people?"

Upon hearing this, the tour guide came over and said with a smile, "Mrs. Wilson, you are probably confused. These were the people we came here."

"No, no, I clearly remember a girl in pink..."

Suddenly a person passed by her, pointed to the crowd and said, "The girl in the pink dress is over there."

She looked in the direction the man pointed, and indeed saw a girl in pink standing among the crowd.Turning around, the person who spoke just now has disappeared.

At a certain moment, the tour guide clapped his hands: "Now everyone is free for half an hour, and we will gather here in half an hour."

Then he took off his hat and squeezed out of the crowd.As soon as he walked to the bridge, he felt the sound of footsteps approaching behind him. He put his hand in his pocket, didn't take anything, took it out silently, and hung it by his side.Turning around, he saw a tall man wearing a peaked cap and a suit and leather shoes standing behind him.

"Sir, it's free time now."

The man raised his hand and tapped his watch twice: "Do you have any cigarettes?"

The tour guide narrowed his eyes slightly: "Follow me."

The two walked farther and farther away from the crowd, and when they reached a dark place, the tour guide suddenly turned around and pointed the cold muzzle of the gun at the man's head.

"Good day, Mr. Holmes."

Sherlock raised his hand, took off his hat and fiddled with it indifferently: "It seems that some details are missing."

"No, your password is correct. It's just that you came late, and the people have already changed." The corner of the tour guide's mouth hooked.

From getting off the car, the victims scattered in every corner have been taken away by different people, and then a woman with a similar figure will replace them, so it is not easy to be found.

"Oh, really?" Sherlock suddenly threw the peaked cap in his hand towards his face, and then took his pistol while he was unprepared, and when he recovered, the gun was already aimed at him.

Almost at the same time, the phone in his pocket vibrated.

"Where is Tom?" Sherlock asked coldly.

The tour guide replied indifferently: "I don't know any Tom."

A voice came from the headset: "Tom has been found, has been found."

"No need." Sherlock glanced at his pocket, "Answer the phone."

Seeing that he was hesitant, Sherlock deviated the muzzle of his gun a little, fired once, and then aimed at him again: "Immediately, immediately."

The tour guide had no choice but to take out the phone, and just after saying "Hello", the phone was snatched by Sherlock and held up to his ear.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then suddenly he laughed lightly.

"It's a great honor to be able to talk to the famous Mr. Holmes."

Sherlock's eyes became darker and darker: "Why her?"

"Mr. Holmes, I am very grateful to you for saving her and taking care of her for so long. But you are just strangers after all, and she will go home after all. I will find a suitable time and pick her up."

"How do I know you are her family?"

"I didn't say I was." The man chuckled, "But soon, it will be. And you will always be a stranger. Sorry, there are still people waiting for me, let's talk next time."

The man hung up the phone and threw the phone to the person next to him.

"Old rules."

He pushed open the door in front of him, and the scene in the room came into view - lying in the middle of the big bed was a woman in a pure white dress, covering her eyes with white silk, motionless as if she was in a deep sleep.He approached silently, only to realize that the woman was trembling.He removed the silk from her eyes, and with his thumbs wiped away the tears that were falling from the corners of her eyes.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." He took the woman's hands, lifted her up, held her face in both hands, and looked at her carefully.The thumb slid across her eyebrows, the tip of her nose, and finally landed on her lips.He suddenly pressed her head and kissed her. It was hot and gentle, but he bit her lips fiercely.Afterwards, he let go of her, and saw her covering her bleeding mouth with horror on her face.He shook his head nonchalantly: "It's a pity, it's just that the mouth doesn't look like it."

The man lit a cigar and suddenly shouted: "Xia Zuo!"

A tall man in a suit and leather shoes pushed the door and walked in: "Yes."

"Send her to Enochna."

"Don't send me there, please, I'm very obedient, I'm very obedient!" The woman, ignoring her bloody lips, crawled to the man's side, pulled his arm, and begged him crying.

Xia Zuo glanced at the woman, and frowned slightly: "Sonny will be back soon, is this necessary?"

The man said word by word: "I said, send her there. Do you have any objections?"

"Don't dare." Xia Zuo clapped his hands, and when he heard someone approaching, he turned his head slightly, "Take her away."

Afterwards, the two men pulled and dragged the woman out.The crying of the woman could be heard clearly after the door was closed.

Xia Zuo lowered his head: "It's nothing, I'm leaving first."

"Wait." The man got up and walked in front of him, "How long have you been following me?"

"I followed you when I was five years old." Xia Zuo lowered his head.

"Only those who are ruthless are the eternal kings." The man patted him meaningfully on the shoulder and walked towards the door.

"Yes." Xia Zuo kept his head down, until he heard the sound of the door closing, he looked up at the photo frame on the bedside table, then turned around and walked out, closing the door silently.

At that time, in the police station.Sherlock stood outside the interrogation room and looked at Tom through the glass.

Detective Jeff came over: "What should we do now? Take him back to London?"

"I'll ask Lestrade to pick Tom up, and the tour guide will stay here first, be careful not to let him escape." Sherlock said, then turned and walked towards the door, but as soon as he reached the door, he was greeted by a group of reporters Surrounded.

"Mr. Holmes, how do you know how they trade?"

"You saved a lot of people this time, will the other party become angry?"

"Someone said that you did this for a woman, what is your relationship with her?"

……

In the small town of Windsor, Sherlock was entangled by a group of people and couldn't get away, but he was far away in a hospital in downtown London.

The little boy sitting on the lawn playing with a model airplane heard a voice pointing to the sky: "Mom, look, it's a real helicopter!"

At the door of a certain ward, a figure in a suit and leather shoes appeared.The man pushed open the door, walked softly to the bed, and looked down at the person lying on the bed.

At that time, the latter's lips were a little pale, his brows were slightly frowned, and sweat was faintly oozing from his forehead.

"Do you want to go home or stay here?" The man reached out and caressed the cheek of the person in front of him, "En?"

As soon as the voice fell, I heard footsteps approaching outside the door...

The author has something to say: I won’t abuse you, look at my serious face~ All the hurdles are to promote the development of the plot~(≧▽≦)/~