Sherlock Holmes' Neighborhood 221C

The two looked at each other, and Louis turned his head.For some reason, the boy's eyes were open, and the person who slipped the door and picked the lock seemed to have become him.

Sherlock mouthed downstairs: "I have something to ask you."

Louis understood the mouth shape, and went downstairs to let him in by accident. He had an intuition that the boy was troublesome, but he couldn't control his hands and feet.

He lit the candelabra with a lighter, and although it had been so many centuries, he was still not used to modern equipment.The door of the hotel was locked by the shop owner before the lights were turned off at night. It is not difficult for a vampire to open a lock.Sherlock followed him up the stairs, the candlelight blurred his eyes, and Louis remembered who the boy was—the kid who chased him to the top floor with a gun and forced him to jump off the tall building three years ago.

Entering the room, Sherlock locked the door casually.

"You grow up really fast." Louis put the candlestick on the fireplace, and the bottom of the copper candlestick touched the fireplace with a "scandium" sound. He saw the person three years ago again, and his heart was filled with melancholy. Unexpectedly, this boy changed from the roof of the building three years ago to the current boy.

"You haven't changed." Sherlock stared at Louis with interest.

"You seem to have come to see me specially?"

"Yes." Sherlock didn't intend to hide his purpose.

"Can I hear why?"

"How did you jump from the eighth floor without getting hurt? I can do it too, as long as you give me time to set it up, it may be risky-but you jumped straight down, without cover, without help, with two feet As soon as you hit the ground, you flew away and disappeared. I really can't understand it."

Louis wrapped the red wine in the ice bucket with a white cloth, took it out, and uncorked the wine. "Would you like a drink... You seem to be underage, forget it."

"I'm an adult."

"Really." Louis didn't mean to take out an extra glass and pour a glass for Sherlock.He was holding a goblet, the candlelight was dim, and the scarlet wine in the glass dangled like blood.

"Would you like to hear a story? The answer is in the story..."

"No, I don't have that patience, please tell me the answer directly." Sherlock directly refused, his knowledge-hungry eyes were faintly shining, and he was impatient to listen to Louis' long speech.

Louis put down his wine glass. This glass of wine could never replace real blood. He had been hungry for many days.The sound of Lestat laughing at him came to mind, and he was a little annoyed.

"It's okay to tell you directly, I'm a vampire..." Before he finished speaking, Louis suddenly dodged in front of Sherlock, and his fingers with long pointed nails poked at the intercarotid artery of Sherlock's neck.

Sherlock was startled, his scalp was numb, and he took out the pistol he had prepared earlier and hit Louis.Louis was hit in the abdomen, frowned and covered the wound, staggered step by step, and retreated to the window. "How could you have..."

"You should ask the people who catch stray cats and dogs."

"Heh—" Louis turned over and jumped out of the window.

Sherlock hurried up to the window, and looked around through the window, but there was no one there.

......

"He escaped again."

Lestat had feelings of sympathy for Sherlock, and laughed.

Sherlock: "If you want to find him, you can go to that store."

Lestat stopped laughing, touched the small fangs between his lips, thoughtfully: "You are playing with me."

"I'm not sure of his whereabouts, Lestat—the vampire."

Lestat stroked his smooth and white chin, looked carefully at Sherlock's face, and said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "Ah, you seem to be older than the last time we met, compared to the young and tender lady next to you. Wake up, you seem a little old."

Sherlock pursed his lips.

"If you become a vampire, you don't have to worry about these problems. I can give you a chance..."

"Lestat!" Wu Zhen called his name loudly, she knew it was rude, but just now Lestat's derogatory remarks about Sherlock made her feel very uncomfortable.She asked: "Is that why you need companions so badly? Louis can't satisfy you?"

"Oh, him." Lestat mentioned Louis, his tone always seemed to condone the mistakes of a stupid confidant who had known each other for many years. "Louis is a coward, one day he will admit something. Although there were not many vampires in this world before, there were a few interesting ones, but now I can't find them. Of course I have to create some 'interesting' vampires myself."

The fishing tackle moved violently, and there must be a big fish hooked underneath. Lestat said to Sherlock, "You didn't give me the answer I wanted."

"Your own things, grab them yourself."

Lestat was amused by this sentence, the fishing rod shook violently with his body shaking, he was in a very happy mood, the fish on the hook under the ice hole seemed to be frightened by his happy mood, and fled in a hurry, the fishing line stopped shaking .

They were in the shadow of a large block of ice, which reflected the intensely beautiful, cold golden sunlight, compared to where they were standing, and there was a very thick shadow covering the three of them.Lestat wore a sun hat inlaid with white feathers on his head, so that when he looked down, his entire face could not be seen.

Sherlock glanced into the distance, the sun was dazzling, he squinted his eyes, and asked: "It is said that vampires cannot see the sun, why are you here?"

"That's nonsense, the night is just more convenient for us to hunt."

Lestat's words were half true and half false, and it was more difficult to judge without seeing his expression. Sherlock believed it [-]%.

A strong wind blew across the ice field.

Wu Zhen took out a small flashlight from the pocket of his winter coat, tiptoed with difficulty, pushed Daniel's eyelids away with one hand, and shone the light into his pupils, but there was no response.After reading the left eye, look at the right eye.The heavy winter clothes hindered him, and his arms felt a little sore.Wu Zhen put the small flashlight back into his pocket as it was, and exhaled a small breath of white air between his lips and teeth.

She took out a pack of acupuncture needles from her pocket, which were real professional gold needles that she bought after a year of vacation work plus pocket money.

She took out a needle, found the acupoints, moxibusted lightly, took off Daniel's headgear, and found the two acupoints of Fengchi and Baihui.

Then shine a flashlight on the pupils, and the pupils shrink slightly.

Luckily it was just a nervous breakdown, but how did it work...

The previous talk about vampires was just something she said casually to tease Sherlock. She herself had doubts, but she was not sure that there really was a race of "vampires" in the world.

After a few minutes.

Daniel smacked his lips slightly, as if he wanted to speak, but his tongue was tied, but his spirit had recovered.

He looked around at the three people who looked at him with strange eyes with suspicious and surprised eyes, his facial expression was stiff, and he was very shocked in his heart, thinking that he was kidnapped by a UFO to travel in time and space and then sent back, right?Legends of UFOs and snow monsters can be found everywhere in the North Pole, can't it be true?

Wu Zhen stood on tiptoe, trying to put the hood that he had taken off on his head, but in just a short while, many tiny icicles had formed on Daniel's hair.

Daniel waved his hands and put the hood back on.

It's been an amazing journey for him.

He put his eyes on Lestat, and the corners of his mouth raised again.

"Hey, I said you kid, why are you dressed so strangely? Hahahaha."

Wu Zhen looked at Daniel with wonderful sympathy.

Sherlock encouraged Lestat, and his curiosity was also stirring in his chest: "Do it again and show me."

Lestat: "Not interesting."

Does he live too long so he always sighs?Or did the world become boring without Louis?

......

Two days later, they changed planes from the cruise ship and returned to Baker Street.

Mrs. Hudson welcomed them back very warmly, with a big smile on her face.Malloy was already sitting in the kitchenette, drinking tea with Mrs Hudson's special cookies in front of him.

Mrs. Hudson has her own social occasions and feelings, but she also likes compliments from juniors very much. Malloy does it just right, making him a regular visitor in Mrs. Hudson's small kitchen.

"Welcome back, my children."

Seeing Sherlock came back, Malloy immediately put down the cookie in his hand and clapped his hands.Tongue licked the teeth, forming words.

Sherlock glanced at him as he passed the corridor, and stopped: "It's lucky that something happened as soon as I came back."

Malloy hesitated a little, he looked at Wu Zhen, hesitating. "You still, forget it, you will know sooner or later."

Wu Zhen felt a palpitation: "What's wrong?"

"Sophie is dead. It seems that someone you know killed her."

"Are you joking, huh?"

"No, I took pictures of the death scene. I always feel that this incident is too sudden."

Sherlock: "The time has come a little earlier. It is natural that Sophie will die. Who do you know?"

"It's a man named... Luo."

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