[Comprehensive] Today is also proving to Sherlock that I am a traveler

The sky quickly dimmed, and the whole day passed easily.

And this night that came silently was destined not to be a peaceful night.

When Sheldon woke up in the middle of the night, it was raining outside the window. The cold night rain beat against the window, and the light from the street lamps came in dimly.

Sherlock was gone.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes strangely, got up and wanted to turn on the light.

"...the power went out?" He murmured.

There seemed to be some movement in the living room, Sheldon tiptoed out of bed and pushed the door open a crack.

ahhh-

A pair of dark and cold eyes occupied Sheldon's entire field of vision. He wanted to scream out in horror, but his mouth was covered with a hand, which also covered his scream that was about to overflow in the next second.

"Don't bark. Listen to me." Esther snapped, her voice kept low in the dark night.

Sheldon nodded desperately in horror.

"Now, go back to your room immediately and go to sleep. No matter what happens tomorrow, you are not allowed to say that you woke up at night. Otherwise, you and your sister will be killed!" Esther's voice was completely lacking in the sweetness and gloomyness of the day. scary.

"Why don't you kill him now?" Colby quietly emerged from behind Esther with a light, ghostly voice.

"It will be very troublesome to die two people." Esther paused, "Would you like to see what communication tools are in his room?"

Shelton's hand was bruised by Esther's grip, and he was covered by Esther, unable to make a sound.

Two people... do they mean Sherlock?

Colby quickly finished checking and walked out, "Nothing." He stared in Esther's direction, "Linna, you need a sedative."

Esther gritted her teeth and let go of Sheldon.

"Boy, think it over, you don't know anything today." Colby glanced back at Sheldon who was thrown to the ground, and squatted down.Colby was thin and weak, but his strength was far beyond ordinary people. He held Sheldon by the collar and stared at him through gritted teeth, "It was because of you, Esther, that woman hurt you. Just wait for me!"

It's hard to explain if it wasn't for Sheldon's accident, and Colby didn't want him to see the morning sun at all.

Shelton was locked in a dark room without tools to contact the outside world, but he knew that he should contact the British police and Christa immediately.

What is the emergency number in the UK?he thought anxiously.How can I contact Krista?

While Sheldon was in a state of anxiety, Christa's side was also restless.

She was staring at her phone, which rang suddenly a few minutes ago. It was Sherlock's number.But she called back, but no one answered, and the few messages she sent were also ignored.

problem occurs.Sherlock.

She did not hesitate to make a judgment call.The rain had stopped, and Krista was standing in the street, the rain dyeing her hair.Only then did she slowly realize that she had just ran out without even putting on a coat.

The phone rang again.

It's a blank message, from Sherlock.

This is a message that has long been set.

Sherlock had already arranged everything, and she... panicked from the very beginning.

Christa smiled wryly, really...some things have to be admitted.

She lowered her eyes and wiped away the water on the phone screen. You told me this yourself, Sherlock.

You don't know, people like me... Even if you don't get it in the end, it's impossible for you to let you go.

Entangling until you die and I die is our only ending.

Even if you regret it, it's too late.

She looked up, and the rain fell into her eyes.

A treacherous smile spread on her lips.

The night rain gradually subsided, and the power supply that was cut off was restored after Esther walked into the room.

Colby took a small bottle and looked at it carefully. "These medicines will keep you going for years."

Esther suffers from severe bipolar disorder, and the drug suppresses her condition.

Esther nodded and walked over to hug him, "It's okay, everything will be fine."

"I think it's sure that the situation won't get worse, isn't it?" A voice came from the opened door, and the girl who was tainted by the night rain stood at the door with a stern expression.

Esther turned around and faced the black muzzle of the gun.

Krista looked at her coldly.

Colby reacted quickly, drawing a pocket pistol from under the pillow and pointing it at Krista.

Christa tilted her head, but pointed at Esther's hand steadily without shaking, "My marksmanship is not bad, do you want to try it? Guaranteed that one shot will make your brains splatter—"

Colby hesitated for a moment, and Christa curled her lips secretly, quickly changed the direction of her hand, pulled the trigger, and immediately pointed back to Esther who wanted to move.

"Don't move."

Christa's gun was equipped with a silencer, and a bloody hole was pierced in Colby's right hand holding the gun. Blood dripped on the floor, and a rusty smell floated in the air.

"Kick that gun over here." Christa ordered coldly, "You can't shoot now either."

Colby looked at Esther who was being pointed at, gritted his teeth and kicked the downed gun to Christa's feet.Krista kicked it out of the room without even looking at it. There was a rustling sound, and everything was quiet again.

"Now we can have a good talk. What do you think? Esther" She looked at Esther, her tone was still gentle and gentle, like a little girl who didn't know the world.

Esther felt every fiber of her being screaming crazily—"Kill her! Kill her!".But with the gun pointed at her, she couldn't do anything to resist, and could only stare at Christa angrily.

Colby also looked at Christa nervously. With Esther in her hand, he didn't dare to act rashly.

"Don't be so nervous, I just want to know where Sherlock has gone? I guess I can get the answer, right?" She held the gun, and her low voice was threatening.

***

"Sherlock. Long time no see." The young man sat on the high chair with bowed eyes and greeted Sherlock.

The detective who was bundled into rice dumplings was woken up violently and thrown in front of Cecil.

Sherlock sat up and looked at him.

Cecil gave a "tsk" in disappointment, "I thought you would at least be a little surprised. You probably didn't think of Esther... Her name is now, it has something to do with me."

"I really didn't expect that." He responded calmly.Someone behind him politely moved a stool for him and helped him to do it well without untying the rope for him.

"You should know a lot of things recently. You and Mycroft should like the gift I sent you." Cecil smiled, as if greeting an old friend.

Sherlock knew Cecil was talking about the man Mycroft had caught.

"He must have told you a lot about Ah Fei. Although he is crazy, he remembers everything about Ah Fei very clearly."

"Do you know who A Fei is?"

Cecil smiled with veiled defiance.

"Krista." Sherlock replied without any hesitation. "You supreme maius."

"You have already guessed this. Sure enough, you are not in vain, Mr. Detective Holmes." Cecil's eyes flashed with murderous intent, "But these are not important anymore, your legend is destined to end tonight .”

"Tomorrow's newspaper will publish the obituary of 'Famous Detective Mr. Sherlock Holmes accidentally fell down the stairs in a rainy night'. What do you think of the headline?"

"Not much." Sherlock smirked.

"It's okay. I think the title is good." Cecil didn't care about Sherlock's reaction, he smiled complacently, and his voice was extremely oppressive, "Then you think, if you die, Christa will help you Are you sad?"

Sherlock was unimpressed, "Oh, I just know she wouldn't feel sorry for you if you died."

Cecil's expression turned extremely ugly in an instant. He wanted to say something more, but a subordinate hurried in from outside and whispered something in his ear.

Cecil's face became even uglier.

He turned his gaze, "Sherlock Holmes, you really have a good brother."

Out of anger!

What was supposed to be a rare opportunity tonight turned out to be Mycroft Holmes again!

"Krista is here." Sherlock was not surprised, but just stated the facts.

Cecil was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing, "What a plan! As expected of Sherlock Holmes!"

Sherlock fell into his trap on purpose, the purpose is to lure Christa! I acted as a catalyst for the relationship between these two people in vain! By the way, I can also help Mycroft get rid of him!

A good plan that kills two birds with one stone!

Damn Holmes.

Cecil quickly evacuated with his people, but did not let Sherlock go easily.

They strapped a ticking time bomb to him.

"It will detonate in 10 minutes. You'd better pray that your brother's men are useful." Cecil leaned over and said to him with a smile, his voice was as deep and hoarse as a dormant poisonous snake.

The bomb tied to Sherlock was not purely for venting anger.If it was just for that, Sherlock would have been stabbed dozens of times.It was more to make McCoff's men have to rescue Sherlock first, so as to buy time for their men to retreat.

Although he didn't care if those people lived or died, it would bother him if they said things they shouldn't have said instead of being dead.

Sherlock silently counted the time in his heart, and with four minutes and 15 seconds left, McCoff's men opened the door and came in.

Christa stood quietly at the end of a group of well-trained agents. Her clothes were wet from the night rain, making her thin.

She stood at the door, watching the group of agents nervously cut the thread under Sherlock's command.

Safe and sound.

Sherlock looked up.

Christa walked over, the deep black color surged in the light-colored pupils, and there were many invisible shadows flowing in them.

For the first time, Sherlock clearly saw her undisguised emotions, which seemed to bring together the greatest malice and darkness in the world.

She stretched out her arms to hug him, and a low voice sounded like an announcement in his ear.

-

"Caught you."

No matter whether you are willing or not, no matter whether you will regret it in the future, no matter whether this time is your trick to seduce me, once you are caught by me, you will never run away again.

Even if it's hell, I'll take you with me.

Don't be afraid, Sherlock.

Because that's who I am.

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