[Comprehensive Anglo-American] New York People's Suffering History

"Sherlock, can't we come back in the daytime tomorrow? It's so dark in the woods, I've fallen quite a few times." Watson patted the dirt on his pants, and the tingling sensation from his legs made him realize that his knees were scratched up.

"Please, John, don't be a girl. The garage guy is British. He came to New York at the same time the Jack the Ripper impersonator left London, and he worked in the same place as the previous victim. What if he goes to another place when he comes tomorrow?" Sherlock bowed and walked forward fearing that he would startle the snake.

"Sherlock, wait for me!" Watson, who had a natural disadvantage of short legs, had to take two steps before Sherlock's one step.Moreover, Sherlock was almost running, and Watson almost had to sprint to keep up.

The two walked a long way, and they could already see the outline of the cabin, and there was a faint light in the distance.

"John, check your gun. You might have to do it tonight." Sherlock straightened the stand-up collar of his coat.

***

Gary held the knife, the blade pressed against Soapy's face.

With just a gentle stroke, the porcelain jade-like skin will be cut open.

Soapy stared into the eyes of the murderer, and she saw everything that a man has experienced since birth.

"Poor child." Soapy actually felt a little compassion for the man who wanted to skin her.Although this sympathy did not have any effect on Soapy's desire to kill the other party.But the sympathetic, full of humanity, and incomparably kind Subi still politely comforted him: "It must be very hard to live like this, right? I am born beautiful and can't understand your feelings, but I am still happy to help you end your life sooner." Miserable life."

The wound that Gary tried to hide was torn open by Soby lightly. He turned his head away in low self-esteem, avoiding Soby's unfriendly gaze and said: "Say what you want to say! I won't be with someone who is going to die right away. People under the knife care about it."

"Bah ah!"

There was a knock on the door.

The red-haired girl yelled, "Help! Help..."

Gary punches the red-haired girl hard: "Shut up, bitch!"

Soapy was stunned when she heard the knock on the door. Why was the rhythm and strength of the knock on the door a bit like her two neighbors downstairs?

Soapy suddenly remembered that night, when she went to steal food, she had read the file in the neighbor's house, the impersonator of "Jack the Ripper"! ! !The serial murderer who targeted sex/workers would cut off a piece of skin from the victim every time he committed a crime...

Not occupational discrimination.All those who are harmless to others and who work hard and live hard deserve respect.What's more, sex/workers also play a certain role in social stability.What Soapy couldn't figure out was why she was the intended victim.I wanted to find the answer from the murderer's eyes, but after the provocation just now, the other party no longer looked at her.

Gary heard the voice from above, looked up nervously at the mouth of the well, the movement of his hands stopped, hesitating whether to go out or not.

"Great!"

It was the sound of the door being kicked open, followed by footsteps of someone entering the room.Listen to the voice, there is definitely more than one person.

Gary dropped the knife, took out a pistol from his belt holster, checked the bullets, and climbed up the wooden ladder.

***

Hearing the cry for help, Sherlock, who knew he was looking for the right murderer, kicked the door open excitedly.

Entering the door is the kitchen, which is very poorly furnished. There is a fire on the stove, and curry chickpeas are boiled in a small dirty milk pot.

Watson drew his gun, and checked doors and behind curtains where persons might be concealed.

"Sherlock. There." Watson pointed his gun at the closed door on the other side of the kitchen.

Sherlock nodded.Walking carefully along the wall to the door, holding the doorknob, he gestured "OK" to Watson.Then count down with your mouth: three, two, one!

Sherlock quickly opened the door, and Watson fired several shots at the dark door.

"No one." Watson shook his head.

"Oops. Not good!" Sherlock reacted and shouted: "John, be careful behind you."

Watson stood there blankly, unable to react.Gary, who sneaked around from the back door of the house, aimed his gun at Watson's head.

"John!" Shouted Sherlock, and threw himself on Watson to protect him.

In the well on the other side.Soapy clearly heard the movement outside, and if she guessed correctly, her two detective neighbors were dying.The tall landlady might have finished the deal, Soapy heard his screams.

Unreliable to others, Soapy, who could only rely on himself, wiped off the shoes on his feet, grabbed the knife dropped by the perverted killer with his toes, and cut open a blood vessel in the other ankle.The powerful self-healing ability makes the wound solidify quickly, and Soapy can only repeatedly cut the blood vessels with a knife like a masochist to get rid of the toxins injected into the blood.

The red-haired girl paled with fright. "Are you afraid that he will torture you, so you want to commit suicide before he comes back? But someone has already found this place, and we will be saved. Don't be impulsive."

Soapy was not impulsive, she gave the red-haired girl a sorry look, and said softly: "No! I won't commit suicide. But my dear, you must forgive me." Soapy looked at the ground again, from her feet A large pool of blood dripped from the wrist.

"What?" The red-haired girl was puzzled.

Soapy didn't have time to explain, and jumped at the red-haired girl who was next to her, and bit the girl's neck hard.

Healthy and fresh blood was continuously poured into Su Bi's body, and his strength was also recovering rapidly.The red-haired girl gradually became motionless from the initial weak struggle and screams.Soapy felt for the girl's pulse, but it was not beating.

But she has trickier things at the moment.

The quality of the chains made by this killer is not at the same level as that of the previous mechanical killer.Soapy, who had regained his strength, was able to break free with all his strength, and perhaps there was also an element of anger.Her painful experiences in the past few days just needed a vent.

Soapy showed his sharp claws, and quickly climbed out of the mouth of the well, baring his sharp white teeth ferociously, longing for the watering of blood.This will be the first time she ends a human life, but it won't be the last.In the dilapidated wooden house, Soapy ran forward resolutely, like a fearless Nemesis on the battlefield.

***

Sherlock was lying on Watson's body and was shot twice in the back. In this situation, there was still a partner who disliked him: "How could there be such a slow-moving person like you."

Watson didn't have time to bicker, and gently pushed Sherlock away.

"My God. Can't you take it easy?" Sherlock yelled again in pain as he fell off Watson to the ground.

Watson said "Sorry" perfunctorily, before he finished speaking, he raised the gun in his hand and pointed it at the man in front of him.

Gary dodged nimbly.He smiled and said to Watson, "I didn't expect that you would still not let me go when I came to New York."

Although Sherlock and Watson may only know him tonight.But for Gary, the famous detective and his lovely partner lying on the ground are his old acquaintances.It is because Sherlock was entrusted by the London police to investigate serial murders, and quickly found many clues.Gary fled to New York as a last resort, changed his name and continued to complete his goals.

"You two say goodbye to each other!" Gary raised his gun.

"It's you who wants to say goodbye." Soapy, who needed to hide from her neighbors, had put away her fangs and claws. She rushed to Gary from the back room aggressively, twisted his arm, and dropped the The gun kicked Watson.Then she put her hand into the perverted chest, and she touched the beating warm heart.As long as she gently turns the hand holding her heart, the heinous murderer in front of her will fall in front of her.

Gary was trembling with pain, and the severe pain made him unable to think, and he could not even utter the words of begging for mercy.

Soapy hesitated.

The brain, which was occupied by anger and desire for revenge, gradually regained its sanity.

She couldn't take out his heart so ruthlessly.

It's too cheap for him.

With a smile on the corner of Soapy's mouth, he squeezed the heart in his hand hard, enjoying the abnormal pain that he couldn't help himself.Then he pulled out his hand and said, "Did you cut those girls' skins while they were still alive like you did to me?" Soapy leaned close to Gary's ear, and said word by word, "The pain they experienced, will be It descends on you a thousandfold and a thousandfold."

Soapy threw away the man in his hand like throwing out trash.She was going to torture the man, but not in front of the neighbors.He had no choice but to send the victim and the injured neighbor away in the well first, and then come back to clean up the pervert who almost cut her alive.So he turned to Watson and said, "Hurry up and take Mr. Holmes to the hospital!"

"Su? Ms. Su." Watson looked at what happened just now in disbelief, "Wow! How did you do it?" He didn't know how the weak-looking tenant upstairs knocked down and murdered Crazy, and I don't know why Su Bi appeared here.

"Have you ever heard of Chinese Kung Fu?" Soapy explained indiscriminately in order to hide his identity as a vampire.

Watson helped Sherlock up, and Soapy stepped over the fainted murderer's body, went back to the well and broke the iron chain on the red-haired girl's wrist, bit his own finger and fed her a little blood.The girl, who had no signs of life, suddenly breathed, but was still unconscious due to the lack of oxygen in her body.

"You're welcome." Soapy picked up the unconscious girl and climbed out of the well.

When we got outside the house, Sherlock was still lying on the ground. Watson tried various positions to pick him up, but all failed.

"Ohmygod! John, are you slowly murdering me?" Sherlock looked at his partner in disgust.

Soapy handed the red-haired girl into Watson's arms: "I'll be in charge of Mr. Holmes!" After speaking, he walked up to Sherlock, squatted down, and easily picked up the tall Sherlock with a princess hug.

"Did you come here by car or by taxi?" Soapy strode forward with Sherlock in his arms.

Watson hugged the girl and followed closely behind, panting and said, "I took a taxi."

"God! It's so remote here, how long will it take to walk!"

The four shuttled among the small trees.

"Sherlock, I have to say, I was very touched by your behavior just now." Watson said suddenly.

"By the swimming pool, didn't you risk your life to save me?"

"But I have been in danger many times, without you..."

"You wouldn't be in danger at all without me."

Soapy smelled the sour smell of love: "Xiu Enai dies quickly. Mr. Holmes, you are seriously injured, you should shut up and don't challenge the mysterious power of the East."