Sherlock Holmes' Neighborhood 221C

A prisoner like Dylan cannot follow his opinion, but that is under normal circumstances.Sherlock used some means, and Wu Zhen was able to meet Dylan smoothly.

His imprisonment was worse than in the interrogation room.In a rectangular white room, there is a rectangular table inside, and there is a small window above the wall facing the door, which is still white.Dylan was wearing a corset and his hands and feet were bound.Sit under that little window.Wu Zhen was wearing a short black lace skirt, and there was a white hat on the table in front of him. He was sitting at the table opposite him, with the door behind him.There were two tall guards standing outside the door.

"The sun is really hot, isn't it?" Dylan looked at her hat on the table with a gentle expression.Just like when we ran into each other in the supermarket that day.

"The season is here." Wu Zhen was also very gentle.

It sounds like two friends talking after dinner.

It was her impromptu idea to meet Dylan this time.Some things are just a hidden thorn in the heart.Since it's a hidden thorn, it doesn't matter if you pull it out, but it's still uncomfortable to lie there.Wu Zhen knew that the purpose of coming to see Dylan this time was not to pull out the thorn, and he couldn't remove the thorn in her heart.

Wu Zhen just wanted to know how much he knew about that "thorn".

Dylan squinted and looked at her for a long time.Wu Zhen didn't look at him all the time, because of myopia, and because the table was a little far away, he couldn't see anything.

"People have little secrets, don't they?" Dylan started the conversation and said, "I knew you would definitely come to me."

"...Why so sure?"

"Because you're scared."

"Scared, why?"

"...you are quite a dishonest girl."

"People have a little secret, don't they?" Wu Zhen asked back. "Besides, I'm not a villainous person, and I've always done things with a clear conscience. Besides, what you want to see more at this time, isn't Sherlock?"

"No no no, I totally failed at him. I turned myself in and still didn't see the results I wanted. He was completely indifferent to me. But yes, I killed so many people. Those cops treat me these days The instilled knowledge was almost successfully brainwashed by them. Those people threw themselves into the river voluntarily. Sherlock broke the case, and he should know."

Sherlock had never been more than enthusiastic about the case, and it was over.To him, Dylan is a difficult problem that has been solved, and after solving it, there is no value to be seen.Why should you care.

Wu Zhen knew the reason, so he said, "You are so stupid."

"To shut up."

After a moment of silence, Dylan said, "Perhaps you can consider doing something for us."

"You are so stupid." Wu Zhen once again expressed his disdain for Dylan.

"...Sherlock won't know."

"You already thought he'd know."

"I don't think so."

"You already think."

Dylan chuckled: "I almost forgot that you are a top student in the Department of Psychology, and your tutor praised you very much. Is it okay if you can't see your expression clearly?"

"I can hear voices."

"I'm professionally trained."

"Me too."

"You really don't think about it, maybe you have to think about it seriously. Everyone around Sherlock is their hunting target, and no one escapes this."

"You lied, and Mrs. Hudson was not threatened."

"Hahahaha. Sherlock will not be controlled for Mrs. Hudson's safety."

"He's going to get revenge."

......

"How much do you know?" Wu Zhen continued to circle around impatiently, and simply went straight to the point.

Dylan leaned on the quilt chair, his eyes were blurred, as if he was recalling the past: "You were so young and cute in Egypt, but you did such chilling things. You have such a big smile, sunny day. What a bad boy you are."

"The weather in Egypt is always very hot." Wu Zhen's fingers hidden under the table couldn't help but clenched together, and his white fingers, which were as white as shaving onion roots, twisted into an incredible arc.

He knows it all.

He knows it all.

He knows it all!

"The pyramids also look magnificent, but it's a pity I haven't been there."

The conversation ended with Dylan sighing.

A police officer pushed the door and reminded at the door: "It's time."

Wu Zhen picked up the hat on the table, put it on his head, and walked out of the white room.She walked very fast, before the police officer behind her had time to ask about the situation, Wu Zhen had already left.The police officer couldn't leave his post without permission. He looked deeply and suspiciously at Dylan in the white room, who was resting with his eyes closed, with a hint of complacency, and closed the door with a click.

Wu Zhen walked quickly between the corridors, descended the stairs, and then slowed down when he reached a small open space between the buildings.She felt tightness in her chest, so she took a deep breath, and it was still stuffy, so she kept taking deep breaths.Keep reminding yourself.Those are all in the past.But the chest is still tight, and the part of the stomach also hurts, as if the intestines are twitching, it hurts, but the pain is still within the tolerable range.

Wu Zhen wanted to squat down, but the pain was not enough to make her squat down, and she was afraid of being seen and embarrassed by others and came forward to ask.Move forward step by step.

She's afraid to think about the old days, so the pain is a great distraction chemistry for her.

Under the bright sun, Wu Zhen's cheeks covered with beads of sweat became paler.

The phone in the handbag rang.Wu Zhen took out the phone and pressed the connect button: "Hello?"

"Really, it's me."

"Teacher, what's the matter?"

"The case where you were asked to practice with Dr. Mortimer before, the appointment has been changed to 02:30 this afternoon."

"Okay, I'll go, thank you."

After the phone was hung up, Wu Zhen watched the screen go off quickly, and put the phone into the handbag.Patting his cheeks, Wu Zhen wanted to encourage himself, but found that patting his cheeks twice was useless, his face was slightly cold, he patted too much, as if he was masturbating himself.I thought it was funny, so I stopped and walked outside.

Four hours until 02:30 pm, enough time for her to go back and get comfortable, take a shower, change clothes and have Mrs. Hudson's well-cooked, albeit not very good, lunch, well, at least save money economy.

Life is beautiful again in an instant...

......

The case in the afternoon was a ten-year-old child who was extremely autistic due to the long-term cold violence between his parents.Wu Zhen originally thought that his autism was caused by family discord and quarrels between his parents.

After follow-up, it was discovered that his parents had a very good relationship, and they appreciated each other, just like the inseparable relationship between flies and shit.

His family was automatically divided into two parts by his parents, his parents were in the same camp, and he was in the same camp.

To his parents, he was a huge drag.This ten-year-old kid thought so too.

Dr. Mortimer is a middle-aged woman, not tall, but stocky, with a gentle face, and wearing a white coat gives people a sense of security and reliability.She is an angel in white who feeds on wisdom and intellect.Therefore, when Wu Zhen first joined her, she initially disdained Wu Zhen, a young rookie with a foul appearance.

After getting along with each other, I found that Wu Zhen is a well-mannered and motivated psychology student, smart and smart, so I naturally fell in love with him.Start to teach each other in a limited relationship.She hates contacting electronic products very much, so she doesn't know how to use a smartphone, and the input to the computer is also operated by the interns she leads.

After Wu Zhen came, Wu Zhen would do it for him.

After rushing to the clinic, Wu Zhen took her internship work permit, put on the white angel equipment, and started to work.