Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock stood quietly on the steps, watching the bloody one-sided massacre below.

Even for low-level demons like Carrion Dogs, as long as they form a certain number, weapons like bullets that can only cause quantitative damage within a certain range are of little use.

Once it comes down, it's not even as good as a fragmentation grenade.

The screams became thinner and thinner. A guy who had been disemboweled worked hard to stuff his intestines back into his stomach, and then used all his strength to crawl towards the stairs. He grabbed Sherlock's ankle and opened his mouth slightly, but made no sound. .

But he was probably asking for help.

As the allusion of "Life-saving Straw" says, human beings will always show some kind of blind self-deception on the edge of life and death. Maybe the guy at his feet feels that Sherlock at least looks like a human being compared with those carrion dogs. At least he belonged to the same race as himself, so he subconsciously began to pray for help from the other party.

He actually completely forgot that he had stuffed the same kind of people into wooden boxes in batches just now.

So, of course, he just received a somewhat puzzled look.

Sherlock lit a stick of blues to wash away the smoke and the smell of blood around him. A tentacle slowly crawled out from nowhere, wrapped around the ankle of the man asking for help, and dragged it bit by bit towards the shadows. In the process, more and more tentacles clung to him. The man made an inaudible cry for help, but he was wrapped tighter and tighter until he disappeared into a dark corner that could not accommodate his size.

Sherlock didn't pay attention to this scene that obviously went against common sense in physics. In this world, rationality may not be applicable to all situations, let alone physics.

at this time

Suddenly, the small escape door was pushed open violently, and the desperadoes who had successfully escaped just now ran back!

Moreover, each one of them was even more panicked than before, seeming to be avoiding something in the corridor outside.

But as soon as they returned to the basement, the few people behind them discovered corpses, mutilated limbs, and human remains on the ground.

A large group of carrion dogs had just gnawed all the people to death, and just when they were feeling the sting of their teeth, they saw a few new bones coming back. Each of them stared at their little scarlet eyes, and their mouths were drooling. .

As for those people who ran back, they were damned for eight lifetimes.

The person standing at the front stared at the other end of the corridor, shivering and wanted to step back, but the few at the back were so frightened by the blood and demons in the room that they just wanted to rush out, and they couldn't run forward anyway. No, neither does running backward.

Several people were just miserable and awkward on the spot.

Sherlock frowned, looked at those people, and then looked at the back door of the basement.

Along with the sound of footsteps, a figure finally appeared.

A few drops of blood were spattered on the man's expensive suit, but overall it was still clean. There was a beautiful smile on his good-looking face, but he didn't know what happened in that corridor. In short, several desperadoes As soon as they saw each other appear, they started to scream, and several tall and thick men hugged each other desperately, as if they were bent on squeezing themselves into each other's bodies.

Sherlock looked at Watson and frowned: "Why are you here?"

"Oh, I looked for you several times and found that you weren't there. I just happened to find that the door of your landlord's house was open. I went to check the number dialed and found this place." Watson responded casually. : "By the way, what have you been doing these past few days?"

"Ah, I found a good book, so I always read it these days."

"Are you reading?"

"Yes, I quite like reading." Sherlock said solemnly: "I even like music, food, studying history, and many elegant sports."

"Is it an elegant sport?" Watson pointedly looked at the broken limbs and arms here, and shrugged: "It doesn't matter, you can just say it."

In this way, the two of them chatted for a few words as if no one was watching, and the survivors on one side were confused.

For a moment, I even felt that as long as I rushed out of the door now, these two people would definitely not be able to catch me. But fortunately, none of them made an attempt.

"By the way, what are you doing here? Have people in this company made you angry?" Watson finally brought the topic to the right track.

"Yeah, it's quite unpleasant, and these guys even kidnapped my landlord!"

"Oh that's certainly enough to make you angry."

Watson nodded. In London, it was difficult to find a suitable place to live, and it was even harder to find a compatible landlord, so he understood Sherlock's mood very well.

Then, he looked at the row of unconscious men, women, and children beside the wall.

and found Mrs. Hudson with her eyes closed.

Because he had visited Sherlock several times before, he knew the young landlord.

"Okay, take this beautiful lady away from here. If she wakes up later and sees the surroundings like this, you may be homeless on the spot."

In dealing with ladies, Watson always showed the most appropriate gentlemanly manners.

Immediately afterwards

"Also, there should be a lot of people in this building. Are you sure you've cleaned up? It's such a big commotion. It wouldn't be good if a few people escape."

This sentence was so frightening that the people next to me were even pissed!

Sherlock said indifferently:

"There should be one or two guys who ran away. But they can be killed."

At the same time, just a kilometer away on the long street.

The two people were running forward desperately. They looked panicked and their bodies were covered in blood. They looked back from time to time, as if they were afraid that something terrible would come out of the shadows that the street lights couldn't reach.

Just now, they experienced a massacre!

But he didn't understand what kind of massacre it was. Anyway, by the time he reacted, everyone around him was almost dead.

"He, he, won't catch up!" A man couldn't run anymore, fell to the ground, rolled far away, hurriedly got up and got into the bushes next to him, and asked.

A strong man next to him was also exhausted, and used his last bit of strength to get in: "Don't fucking ask me if you don't know."

He suppressed his voice and yelled about the cold weather. He also deliberately unbuttoned three buttons on his collar, revealing a scar on his chest. However, now, the scar was covered with cold sweat, and it lost its original ferocious look.

Suddenly, he noticed something.

There is a phone booth under the streetlight not far ahead! !

The strong man hesitated for a moment, looked around, gritted his teeth, and rushed over, picked up the phone and dialed Scotland Yard!

Now, he feels that being in prison is the safest.

"Hello. How can I help you?"

the operator asked quickly.

"Help! I surrender! I am a human trafficker, a loan shark, and I have a life on my hands!! Come and catch me!"

His tone was extremely panicked, and he kept looking around. The small phone booth could not provide him with the slightest sense of security.

"What?" The operator obviously didn't understand what the other party said, but he still contacted the information department very professionally and found the location of the phone: "Sir, please try to stay calm. The nearest police personnel have already rushed in your direction. , if you can, please tell me what happened during this time!"

"I'm fucking being hunted!!!"

"Pursuit?"

"Yes! I shouldn't have taken this fucking job! I shouldn't have tied up that woman! I shouldn't have gone out all day today! I shouldn't have trampled that cat to death. It must be because of the cat, the dead cat It will bring bad luck!!”

He began to complain crazily on the phone, as if this would embolden him.

The operator was obviously a little anxious. It sounded like an extremely complicated case: "Kidnapping? Who was kidnapped?"

"How the hell do I know, a woman living in 221B Baker Street!"

"Okay, calm down, the police are on their way, wait where did you say they were tied?"

"221B Baker Street." the man roared!

Then there was noticeable silence on the other end of the phone for a while.

After about five seconds, it finally sounded again:

"I need to confirm again. What you just meant is that you are a human trafficker with a life on your hands. Now a person is chasing you. And today, you kidnapped a woman who lives in Building B, 221 Baker Street. , and accidentally trampled a cat to death, right!"

"Yes! So when will your people come, I will be here. If you lock me up, I can give you a promotion! A raise! Please hurry up!!!"

"Click."

The other end of the phone was hung up immediately.

cold wind blows

All that's left is a bewildering beep.

The strong man was obviously confused. He didn't understand why the opponent suddenly died.

He looked at the phone, then raised his head, his eyes scanning the darkness around him.

At this time, he was still waiting for a while before a group of police officers arrived, then put himself into a police carriage and took him to the nearest police station to be locked up.

I have already run so far, and that guy will definitely not be able to catch up for a while.

He thought so.

He didn't notice at all that a crack in the void had silently opened behind him.

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