[Comprehensive] Looking for a male god system experiencer

Understand my original intention, I just want to play a game with the famous big detective, you know, in the East, there is an ancient ceremony called - dark marriage, you see, this lady has already put on her wedding dress In two hours, she will bid farewell to this world, be buried in loess, and go to the underground world to enjoy her honeymoon. Don't you bless her? "

"Should I?" Sherlock's pupils shrank a little, he spoke quickly, without a questioning tone, as if saying this could ease his tension.

The old voice continued: "It depends on your personal wishes, Mr. Sherlock Holmes. If you want to help this beautiful lady, come and join our game."

"How to join?" Sherlock asked without thinking.

"Two hours, give you two hours, if you can't find us, you will never see him again." The voice on the other end of the phone began to return to silence.Randomly, there was an exclamation, and added: "Oh! By the way, a friendly reminder, if you want to pass the level, there are always necessary factors, just like Living Buddha Siddhartha, if you want to be free, you have to abandon his original identity , then as for you, Mr. Holmes, if you want to replace our hero, you must have the determination to become the new protagonist, what do you think?"

During the conversation, everything on the TV screen, a pale man's face came into Sherlock's eyes, he was lying there peacefully, with blood-red sheets under his body, which seemed to indicate the end of death, he was wearing a groom's outfit, originally wearing The firework on his chest has also turned into a withered rose. He folded his hands and hugged his abdomen, but his thumb and index finger were propped up strangely. A sparkling diamond ring shone faintly in the dark.

"So, what do you need me to do?" Sherlock couldn't help but put away his fists. He stared fixedly at the picture on the TV. At this moment, he had no expression on his face, and only the ticking of the clock came into his ears.

Can you escape this time?After a long time, he finally took his eyes off the diamond ring.The mischievous joke made him calm down.Who is the one?He never believed that Moriarty would be so bored to plan such an attack at the juncture of nuclear weapons. Would that be the opponent?If it was an opponent hiding in the dark, he would have to accept this game no matter what, and he couldn't let Jasmine get into trouble.

"You know Sherlock, don't hesitate, time is ticking, Ticktock...Ticktock...Ticktock"

That voice became smaller and smaller, but it was like an invisible weapon, so Sherlock had to treat it with 120 points.

Dresses, diamond rings, and a certain factory in the suburbs, he closed his eyes and searched for the most likely factory in the memory palace in his mind.

light...echo velocity...

Buried in loess...

where is it?

The author has something to say: I always write about Mo Niang, and I always feel that the best CP is only Fumo... The next two chapters should be finished soon because of SHMO, I really want to finish it this Thursday... I will work hard!effort!Everyone wave your hands!Seeing that the subscription has increased, but Shenxia's clicks have not increased, I guess I am reading other chapters.

Sherlock 15

Mrs. Hudson left angrily because she met an arrogant and rude old widow at the poetry tea party. God, she is really glad that she has left. Otherwise, she would be a few years old in an instant. You know , she is the one who wants to enjoy life now, how can she wrong herself to live under the same roof with someone she doesn't like?

When she was young, she didn't have a good life with her drug ex-husband, but now she wants to enjoy her youth...

She bought some coffee beans and tomatoes in the supermarket, but Sherlock had been complaining about the bad taste of the coffee recently. When she came out of the garage at a trot, she happened to meet Sherlock at the door.

"Oh! Sherlock! Where are you going?" Mrs. Hudson warmly greeted the big detective who was coming towards him with a bad expression, and strode forward with his hands in his pockets.

When Sherlock saw Mrs. Hudson dressed like a walking sunflower, his eyes lit up. The strange excitement in his eyes was like a hungry wolf seeing delicious tender meat. He paused and said: "Ah, I... ...Some small things to deal with, oh yes, Mrs. Hudson, can you lend me your hand to see?"

"My finger?" Mrs. Hudson hung the food bag on her wrist, stretched out her finger as she said, and looked at Sherlock inexplicably.

"I have to say that although you are well-dressed, your hands also need to be maintained. Oh, Mrs. Hudson, if you don't mind, please lend me your ring for a while. Of course, if you mind, please lend me a period of time." Time." When Mrs. Hudson was in a daze because of his first half of the sentence, Sherlock quickly took off the diamond ring on her ring finger, thanks to Mrs. Hudson being a money-hungry person, because she is always doing housework Take off the jewelry when it is time to let him pull it off effortlessly.

"Sherlock! What are you going to do?!" Mrs. Hudson didn't have a chance to react at all. When she realized it, Sherlock had already pressed his cheek and strode away. She could only step on his face. The back figure shouted helplessly and tried to maintain a ladylike demeanor.

"Thank you! Ms. Hudson." Sherlock waved his hand in the air without looking back, his smile deepened for a moment, but then disappeared in the sunlight.

Sherlock doesn't need a dress, in his opinion, any suit will suffice.

All he needs to do now is to go to the factory he guessed to confirm. He can infer which factory Jasmine was kidnapped in based on the angle of light, the speed of echoes in rooms constructed of different materials, and the degree of sound fluctuation. factory.

He waved to stop a taxi, heaved a sigh of relief, his eyes flicked out of the window, London under a sunny day seemed to be full of ease, it seemed that the pedestrians who walked hurriedly in the past had become extraordinarily meek today.This was supposed to be a relaxing day. At this time, he should stand by the window and play a piece of Bach's E major, or curl up on the sofa with a cigarette and smoke.As for Jasmine, Sherlock tilted his neck seriously and thought about it, finally blinked his eyes and announced that his guess had failed.

Jasmine Amber's life is too boring, the morgue laboratory or laboratory morgue is so monotonous that even a person like him can't stand it.

Thinking about it, Sherlock suddenly felt that today must be a very meaningful day for Jasmine Amber...

It was about an hour's journey away, and Sherlock only had one chance to choose this time, and he didn't even have time to look for the second warehouse, but, he was Sherlock Holmes, he might make a mistake, but definitely not this time.

A row of corpses lay in the warehouse on the first floor, and they didn't even show signs of struggle. The lifeless warehouse made Sherlock look dignified, and he quickened his pace as if walking to the second floor.

Jasmine woke up with the pain in her neck. When she saw the environment she was in, she excitedly wanted to get up, but she was tied with a rope, and she couldn't break free no matter what. Jasmine's breathing was still a little rough. Steady, because the long period of coma made her unable to recall what happened smoothly.

She wished that someone would come to save her. The bright red dress on her body made her creepy. Although as a forensic doctor, she was naturally an atheist, she still felt terrified in such a dark environment.Just as she was forcing herself to calm down, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside the door. Jasmine shrank her body in fear, and she tightly closed her eyes. At this time, it seemed that pretending to be dead was the only option.

Sherlock searched for three rooms, but found nothing. At this time, his sight was attracted by a piece of white paper pasted on the door in front of him. The size of A4 paper, Spencer's body written in red paint looked like hell. Sherlock couldn't help but take a deep breath for the content of the life-threatening letter.

"Propose to Jasmine Amber in 1 minute, and the sniper is on standby."

And in the bottom corner of the white paper, there is a line of small round characters: See it and start.

With just such a line of words, Sherlock didn't even have time to think, so he kicked open the closed door, and Jasmine slumped on the chair tremblingly. She was tied with a knot, and he didn't even have time to untie it.

"Jasmine?" He called hoarsely.

Jasmine was stunned for a moment, she thought she had an auditory hallucination, when Sherlock called her name again, her eyes felt hot, and she finally couldn't help sobbing.

"Sherlock..." She bit her lower lip tightly, her face was pale, and she was crying like rain, and she was trying her best to restrain herself so that she could look stronger.

Sherlock really wanted to go up and say something, but the room suddenly heard the ticking of a clock, and then a red dot landed on Jasmine's forehead impartially.Sherlock clenched his fists, it was too late, he took out the diamond ring that was exploited by Mrs. Hudson this morning from his pocket in a panic, and knelt down on one knee.

Because Jasmine's hands were tied behind her back, after seeing Sherlock's actions and the diamond ring in his hand, apart from widening her eyes, she couldn't even cover her mouth.

The moment Jasmine saw Sherlock kneeling on the ground, blood rushed from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, and she felt her head swell. She knew that things would not be so simple, but she still looked forward to it and said weakly: "Sherlock, What are you doing."

The sound of the pointer moving was constantly amplifying in Sherlock's ears. Second after second, he took three deep breaths. There was really no time left. His long and narrow eyes looked directly at Jasmine, and those dark green eyes