Sherlock Holmes' Neighborhood 221C

"You saved us, well done." Sophie patted Wu Zhen on the shoulder vigorously. She was a head taller than Wu Zhen, and she held Wu Zhen tightly in her arms, and pressed the back of her head with her other hand, as if hugging her. Giant doll.

To be honest, Wu Zhen didn't really like the smell of perfume mixed with sweat and hair on Sophie's body at this time, but he didn't smell very good now.

Sophie let go of Wu Zhen, ran straight to the counter and opened the drawer, took out a bunch of climbing ropes, and tightly tied the killer's wrists and feet struggling on the ground.

The two of them stood in the ruins, surviving the catastrophe.

Sophie asked Wu Zhen: "Do you know how to press people?"

Wu Zhen shook his head: "He can't speak."

The killer's jaw was pierced, and he howled in pain, indeed unable to speak the exact syllables.

"Looks like I'm late."

Sophie's scalp went numb for a moment, and she yelled, "Really, a gun!"

Wu Zhen reassured her: "It's okay, acquaintance." Then he said to Sherlock: "At least you came earlier than the police."

Sherlock came running, holding on to the door frame, panting. "Stupid taxi driver won't take me halfway, saying there's been a shooting. Of course there's been a shooting, otherwise why would I come?"

Wu Zhen asked: "Wait, did you know this would happen?"

Sherlock replied, "Well, yes."

Sophie rushed forward in an instant, intending to commit violence.Wu Zhen sensed her emotions one step ahead and hugged her waist tightly.

Sophie yelled, "What the hell are you doing!"

Wu Zhen's body weight was not strong enough to stop Sophie, but it could be used as a small weight to hold her down.The ground was slippery, Sophie couldn't use her strength, and the two moved slowly.

Sherlock was unmoved.

"What's up with her?"

Wu Zhen explained: "She just has a nervous breakdown. Forgive her. You have to know that the stronger the personality in life, the greater the emotional reaction when the person is on the verge of collapse. For example, shaking S is stronger than M. ...Then what. You don't understand what I just said, do you?" The detective house should not care about the differences between personalities.

Sophie stopped trying to move, turned her head to look at Wu Zhen, her hair was fluffy and thick, and the hairs were blown apart like bird feathers.

"What the hell are you doing, you helping him?"

"To be honest, he is my employer." Wu Zhen touched the tip of his nose.

Sophie raised her voice: "That's all!"

Sherlock stepped in unexpectedly: "That's all?" Shouldn't there be some other feelings?

Wu Zhen's eyelids twitched so much, he knew that nothing good happened today!

Wu Zhen tried to change the subject: "You, Sherlock, how do you know that there will be a shooting?"

Sherlock paused and explained: "It's very simple, because I have called the monitoring of the block here."

Sounds like no problem.

Wu Zhen: "Can you call the neighborhood monitoring?"

Sherlock: "Hmm."

Sophie turned her head: "I heard the siren."

Sherlock said to Wu Zhen: "I was here to save you, but can you let me talk to Miss Sophie alone?"

Wu Zhen was about to go out stepping on a piece of debris, but Sophie grabbed her wrist and refused to let her go.And scoffed: "Why?"

"Huh? Because you don't want me to say it now."

Sherlock looked at Wuzhen, Sophie stared at Wuzhen, Wuzhen looked at no one.

"I..." Wu Zhen took a deep breath with his eyes closed, and said, "I can't think of a reason, so you can make trouble as you please!"

She doesn't take care of this mess anymore!

With a flick of Wu Zhen's hand, the little black leather shoes creaked and stepped on the ruins, porcelain and blood on the ground, and went out to breathe.

The air outside is fresh and flowing, and the mood is a little more relaxed. The police car arrives.As an acquaintance, he saw Wu Zhen first and walked towards her.

Wu Zhen said hello and first clarified himself: "Officer Donovan, I am a victim." His attitude was sincere and his expression was in place.

Donovan: "Nice to meet you, wow, the victim is standing here, so, where is the killer?"

"Probably lying on the ground inside, I think he needs an ambulance."

Donovan tilted his head and told the people around him: "Call the ambulance, you go in and rescue it first." Then he said: "Why do I keep seeing you lately?"

Wu Zhen smiled: "I don't want to either."

Donovan joked: "Well, you're not hurt now?"

Wu Zhen smiled helplessly: "I try to avoid it as much as possible."

The police entered the room, Sherlock came out, and Sophie was being questioned, arrogant and angry, very impatient.They solved everything before the police came. Sophie's temper couldn't bear it at all, and she had already given face by not turning her face on the spot.

Upon seeing Sherlock, Donovan's face immediately sank.

Sherlock stood beside Wu Zhen.

Donovan rolled his eyes: "Why is it you again?"

Wu Zhen whispered to Sherlock: "It seems that you are not very popular with women."

Sherlock asked, "Can I go back?"

Donovan: "No, no, you still have to take statements"

Wu Zhen nodded to him.

Sherlock took Wu Zhen's arm and left, walking very gracefully.

Donovan yelled behind them, "Where are you going?"

......

After walking for a while, Sherlock suddenly asked Wu Zhen, "Where do you want to go?"

Wu Zhen was caught off guard: "Want to eat ice cream?"

Sherlock: "... also gives the answer, location."

"Whatever, isn't there a mobile ice cream truck?" Wu Zhen pointed forward.A pink modified car with a large ice cream mold on the roof, and a few people waiting in front of the car.

Sherlock: "Really, you sit there and wait."

A few steps away, there were empty benches under the shaded trees along the street, and that was where Sherlock pointed.

"it is good."

After a while, Sherlock appeared, holding a snow-white cone in his hand.Pass it to Wu Zhen.

Wu Zhen took the cone: "Thank you."

"Eating desserts will stimulate the nerves in the brain." Sherlock said: "So Mycroft is addicted to desserts, unable to extricate himself, he is so fat that he can't see anyone."

In fact, Mykoff is not as fat as Sherlock said. Middle-aged British men are generally tall. Mykoff has a heart for fitness, but Sherlock is slender. Compared with the hatchback, Mykoff is completely defeated.Sherlock sensed it, and used it to beat his brother from time to time.

Wu Zhen couldn't help laughing. "Sherlock, will you buy me the cone next time?"

Sherlock glanced at her: "Not necessarily, maybe a sundae."

Sherlock's mobile phone beeped briefly.

Wu Zhen raised his face and looked in the direction of the street monitor.Then with a swipe of his toes, he slid from the end of the wooden chair to Sherlock's end.

"How did you notice it the first time?"

She was very troubled by this question.

Sherlock thought about the language, and she couldn't say that he was spying on her, and she would be angry.

"I've spied...over here."

Wu Zhen gave him a thumbs up.

"Is all London under your watch?"

"In a sense, yes."

Sherlock was waiting for her praise, but Wu Zhen didn't move for a long time, and couldn't help asking: "Is your vocabulary only that little?"

"No, human language is no longer enough to express my admiration for you."

"Non-human languages ​​are also fine." Sherlock said reservedly.

Wu Zhen thought for a while, then let out a "meow" cautiously but also emotionally.