[Comprehensive] Please call me Miss Holmes

Chapter 60

Sherlock: "John, I want a cup of coffee!"

Watson: What kind of divine unfolding is this? ? ?It's not my business? ? ?

"John," Sherlock stared straight at Watson, "bring me a cup of coffee."

Watson raised his hands, "Okay! I surrender, although I really want to say that Mrs. Hudson will serve the coffee, but I understand what you mean." Then Watson walked towards the stairs, and took away the bewildered Harry and the wandering Anthony.

Now there are only two Holmes brothers and sisters in the house.

"Circe, I have something to tell you." Sherlock sat down in front of Circe and looked at her seriously.Circe nodded. Sherlock was seven years older than her, and if there was anything she didn't know about him, it was before she was born.

"When I was very young, I was kidnapped once, and I climbed to the ceiling without anyone noticing, thinking that my father would find me soon, but no, those criminals were very smart, and they hid for five days The police didn't find it, so I spent five days alone on the ceiling."

"Apart from being afraid of the dark, there is one more thing that I'm most afraid of. I haven't said anything to anyone. On the second day I hid, someone found me by accident, probably thinking of showing credit to the boss, or What can such a child do, so he didn't call for help, but chased after him alone. He was too careless, he shouldn't underestimate children, shouldn't, underestimate me."

"Circe," Sherlock's eyes revealed a complex emotion, and Circe couldn't say what it was, but she heard Sherlock say in a flat voice: "I killed him. I pushed him down .I knew when I pushed it that he would die if he fell, but I didn't hesitate, Circe, you know? I was only four years old, but I didn't hesitate when I killed someone. If the person didn't die, he died It was going to be me, I knew that very well. I pushed him down. Nobody knew that until now."

"After that incident, Dad found a hypnotist, and I forgot everything. I didn't remember it until a while ago. I think it should be your medicine. I took a little sample for research and found that there is an ingredient in the medicine that has the effect For the memory part, it should be for this reason that I can recall it. I asked Lestrade to bring up the case, but I don't remember the man I killed at all. I don't even know what he looked like. Can't remember. I killed him, but I don't know who he is? Does he have any family?"

"The case can make me happy, not only because the case can stimulate my mind more, but also because I can prevent more people from dying. Yesterday's brother, he was terminally ill, in order to leave a better life for his children It is only because of the large inheritance that he forced others to commit suicide, Sercy, I was thinking at the time if I were him, would I make the same choice.”

"Lestrade's men call me a freak every time they see me, and Donovan says that one day they'll find a body and I'm the one who caused the tragedy. She's wrong, I'll never I will go that far. I will never do that kind of thing." Sherlock put his hands together on his chest, and gently closed his eyes.

Circe quietly left.

After a while, Watson came up with two cups of hot coffee and put them in front of Sherlock.

"What did you say to your little sister? Why did she take her little servant away with a serious face?" Watson was very curious about the conversation between the two Holmes. You know, the conversation between Mycroft and Sherlock yesterday It really opened his eyes, wondering if Sherlock's younger sister has the same style as Mycroft today.

Sherlock opened his eyes. "What are you thinking, John? You don't think Circe is like a control freak like Mycroft!"

Watson: "..." Could it be that he inadvertently said the words!

"Oh, John, what expression is that, you know, I look at you as if you were looking at a blank sheet of paper." Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "Hey! Keep the coffee, that's my coffee!!!"

Watson angrily went upstairs with his coffee, and he swore that he would never do anything for Sherlock again, anything! ! !

This is a completely abandoned factory, dilapidated machines, piles of dusty goods, and a little girl hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the empty factory.

"Hey! What do you want to eat today? It's free!" A frivolous voice sounded, and a handsome man appeared in the shadows. He was about 1.8 meters tall, wearing a retro suit, slightly curly hair, forehead Wide, with a pair of eyes slightly upward, a playboy look.

"Tell Adam, no, it should be Lucifer, I really can't think of what it is," the girl's hoarse voice sounded, sounding extremely tired, probably because she hadn't drank water for several days. "Or you can give me a hint, if I figure it out sooner, you can also call it a day, lest I ruin your dating plan."

The handsome man, that is, Samael, seemed to have heard something funny, "Haven't you understood the point of Lucifer? The important thing is not that thing, but that you can't think of that thing. The problem is, it’s not that you don’t know, but you didn’t think about it, why would Lucifer give you a reminder to remind you of something that is not good for him!”

"I also said, what's the use of you just locking me here without saying anything! Memory is always there, one day I will remember it, I will tell the master, I will make you pay the price !!!" Birk's voice was hysterical, this dark place is really not suitable for plants to survive.

"That's why you stay here, to prevent such things from happening." Samuel turned back to the dark place, his voice came from afar, echoing in the empty factory, "Actually, you should be glad that you are still alive. alive."

After the sound completely disappeared, a miraculous change took place in Birke's feet. It should have been a pair of white and tender feet of a child rubbing against the concrete floor. They kept rubbing until the skin was worn out, blood flowed out, and then miraculously What happened, a section of soft and transparent roots grew out of the wound on her foot, constantly struggling to reach the ground, and the moment it touched the ground, it went straight to the ground, invisible at all. It came out as a young and weak plant, but it entered the ground without hindrance.

With the insertion of the roots, the water quickly converged on the ground where no one could see. Bilk's face did not turn pale due to the bleeding, but regained his vitality.If someone can see the picture of the underground at this time, it must be amazing, because at this time, new plant roots are constantly added to the underground, and they are densely woven around the young transparent root, almost occupying the entire area. The underground world of the factory.

On the ground, Birke breathed a sigh of relief, he was almost healed!

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