Sherlock Holmes' Neighborhood 221C

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Excuse me."

"Why, you want me to be your assistant?"

"You're no stranger to corpses."

After speaking, Sherlock paused.

"It's obvious that you have a certain degree of familiarity with the corpse. Second, your gentleness and politeness in front of outsiders is too much."

"Maybe I'm just being polite."

"'Maybe'? A person who is used to seeing corpses, in addition to the professional needs of a forensic doctor, is either an invisible criminal with extremely high psychological quality, or a mental patient who has lost his enthusiasm for life. You are obviously not a descendant. by. SO..."

Wu Zhen's pupils are pure black. Her pupils are different in color from Wu Pan's glazed pupils. Black pupils can easily cast shadows.She carefully observed the person in front of her, and Sherlock was reflected in her beautiful eyes.

All in seconds.

"Unbelievable."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows happily.

"I just dabbled in psychology."

"It's worth noting that I'm not a transvestite. I just like acting, experimenting with different situations and integrating them into my life, that's all. I want to cooperate in the future, and I'm a neighbor. I want to make this clear."

"There are many opportunities in the future."

Wu Zhen went to the supermarket to buy ingredients, and Wu Pan called on the way back.

"Have you found a part-time job? Working as a teaching assistant for an astronomy professor at your university... Are you interested in astronomy?"

"Yes, I was on my way back. I met a Chinese in the supermarket just now, and they dragged me into a long conversation, saying that I hadn't talked to anyone in Chinese for a long time."

"Dinglingling——" a red phone booth rang, and there was no one there.

Wu Zhen glanced at the phone booth and continued walking.

"Although there are Chinese people in Chinatown, most of them don't speak Mandarin. It's more difficult to listen to than English. I guess it's easier to listen in Guangdong, not to mention that my buddies don't speak English very well... I How do you know? He said it."

"Dinglingling—" Another red phone booth rang.A passer-by happened to walk to the phone booth, went in suspiciously and answered the phone.

"Well, I also found a part-time job as our neighbor's assistant. His previous assistant was on maternity leave...his wife's maternity leave, not his."

"Jingle Bell--"

Wu Zhen looked up and saw a video camera on a British-style building on the corner of the street glowing red, and the circle of red dots in front of the camera looked like an eye, aiming right at her.Wu Zhen turned around and aimed at the place she had just passed behind, which was a bank, and a camera placed in front of the bank happened to be facing her.The red circle in the camera looked at her.

"Let's not talk about it, I still have something to do, I guess I will come back later. Bye."

The phone booth kept ringing, Wu Zhen put away the phone, walked in, picked up the receiver, and waited for the other party to speak.

"Hello." A dull formulaic male voice sounded on the phone.

"Hello."

"Get in the car."

Wu Zhen held up the microphone and pressed it to his ear. Looking back, he saw a black car parked outside the iron-red telephone booth. The window of the car was rolled down. A lady with short hair looked up at Wu Zhen, lowered her head and pressed the blackberry in her hand, as if She has always been in the posture of lowering her head and pressing her mobile phone, and it has never changed.

Wu Zhen said to the phone: "What if I don't get in the car?"

The lady in the car seemed to have received another text message, and then took out a handful of black lady guns from her waist and aimed at Wu Zhen.

What a powerful, silent threat.

Tell you to die!

Wu Zhen scolded himself secretly, his bad habit of wanting to give it a try when he saw danger really had to be changed.Thinking about it this way, it's incredible that she can live to such a large age without losing her arms or legs... Maybe it's thanks to the fact that dangerous items are not allowed in China?

As soon as he got in the car, Wu Zhen's eyes were tied up immediately.

People feel that the system is more developed in the dark, and Wu Zhen feels that the car is driving, turning, stopping, and starting.After going around a few times, she couldn't remember the way.

The car was very quiet, and the driver was like a ghost, and he couldn't hear any sound from him when he got in the car.The BlackBerry's keystrokes made a faint, inaudible finger tapping.

"Hi."

"Um......"

"What's your name?"

"Jonah."

"Is it your real name?"

"No."

......

"What game are you playing?" Wu Zhen asked.

After a long time, Miss Blackberry replied: "Well..."

Wu Zhen tried to get close to Miss Blackberry, but failed as expected.

The blindfold was removed, and the light flooded into his eyes. Wu Zhen's eyes were sore, and a few tears flowed out involuntarily.After wiping away her tears, Wu Zhen found that she was in what looked like an underground parking lot.

There are no cars, it is empty and old, the rows of light bulbs on the top emit dazzling light, and there are obvious car tire friction marks on the ground.Looks like it was used as an underground racetrack in some way.Is there such a place in London?

And - a man in a suit and holding an umbrella stands in the middle of the underground parking lot, very eye-catching.

Everyone has a unique temperament, and some people are naturally able to easily distinguish which kind of person they are.

Crazy, dangerous, restless, calm, kind, gentle, vulgar...

Like some kind of animal has radar scanning capabilities.

Wu Zhen can roughly distinguish the "type" of people at a glance.

Wu Zhen swears that she has never seen a character with both danger and British scrutiny in reality, and this is the first time for her.Although that person's hairline is a bit receding.

The man held the umbrella with one hand and said, "Zhen Wu from China, miss, hello. You don't look scared."

"I don't seem to have reason to be afraid."

"I don't know why you 'invited' me here all the way, why?" Wu Zhen bit the word "please" hard.

"Your neighbor." The man paused, changed his posture gracefully, and said, "I would like to ask you to help monitor your neighbor."

Wu Zhen glanced around and asked:

"who are you?"

The man looked relaxed. "I don't think you need to know."

"Why are you so interested in your neighbor?" Wu Zhen continued to ask.

"I'm sorry that I still can't answer you, but you can know that your neighbor is one of the most dangerous people in London, and there are some complicated relationships between me and him."

"Rival?"

"Do not."

"That is, ex-boyfriend?"

The man was choked for a bit, raised his chin slightly, and his posture was still elegant.

"Actually, no. Why do you think so?"

"This is London, England." Wu Zhen actually wanted to say that this place is from a corrupt country, and she thought that the people in front of her might not be able to understand this stalk.

"so."

This is not like a question, his demeanor and tone are as if everything is under control, he is omniscient, omnipotent, even watching his target with interest, or prey, teasing them, waiting At the right time, stretch out its sharp claws, and gracefully hunt the prey that has already fallen into the trap.

Wait... This aura is inexplicably familiar. She seems to have felt it somewhere before.

I remembered.

—Sherlock Holmes.

His temperament is so unique that it is unforgettable.The person in front of him is similar to his unique temperament, except for the difference in appearance, it is almost the same as carved out of the same mold.

Wu Zhen tilted his head, and carefully looked at the person in front of him.

"So...what's your relationship with your neighbor?"

The person laughed softly: "Miss who is too thirsty for knowledge."

Wu Zhen analyzed: "A relative? Brother? Maybe it's elder brother, because you look a little older than Sherlock." Or the hairline is a little further back.

"I'm his elder brother. And." Mycroft took out a small notebook from his pocket, opened it and looked it up.Then say, "I understand you're not doing very well financially, and I'll pay you a decent amount every month if you need it."

"To spy on your brother?"

"Correct."

"What kind of brother would spy on his younger brother?"

"What kind of younger brother needs elder brother's surveillance?"

"The younger brother who often robs the wall?" Wu Zhen didn't want to laugh, but she still did.

"Has he done it again?"

"I think so."

"God." The man said softly, turning his head to show that he couldn't bear to look directly at him. "My request will not embarrass you too much, and it is not difficult to accept this request."

"Sorry, I refuse."

"reason."

"I don't think that Mr. Sherlock Holmes needs to be watched, and no one needs excessive monitoring or protection. Mr. Holmes, you are a bit too controlling."

After speaking, Wu Zhen turned around and left.

Mycroft Holmes did not stop her, but quietly leaned on his black umbrella, pursed his lips and looked at the ground.

Nothing on the ground.

After a while, Wu Zhen came back.

"I don't know the way," she said.

Mycroft didn't look up, kept that position, but smiled.

Laugh at your head!I really don't know the way!How many days will I be able to show her the way after driving around to this abandoned parking lot!She can't even find the entrance to the parking lot now!

Wu Zhen's heart was agitated like a group of lions galloping on the African grassland.

The surface is still extremely elegant - she wants to be an elegant woman, even when she is not good, she must be elegant.

"Send her back."

"221B." Wu Zhen got in the car and reported the place name.

In the car, Miss Blackberry still lowered her head to press the phone, and the driver was still like a ghost, but this time she was not blindfolded.

The car drove to the gate of 221B.

Wu Zhen got out of the car, and the car drove away silently.

The voices of vehicles and pedestrians on Beike Street are different. In normal times, 221B Baker Street is like a protection zone that isolates the outside world. Only the most careful observer can grasp it.

Now, she was off to meet the most attentive observers.