The wall in the center suddenly changes, and a huge TV emerges from the center of the wall.

Connie sat on a stool, facing the TV screen, watching a video that was scheduled to be played.

Melodious music is played on the radio, but there is a unique pattern in the fulcrum.

Connie didn't know exactly what he wanted, and the screen was full of blood and weird people.

Old archives, old photos, old murder videos.

Every protagonist is Bill.

After watching the dazzling life, countless dots suddenly appeared on the screen.

"Pick one, cutie." His tone was like pampering the child he was about to make.

Connie stepped forward and tapped one of the dots of light.

The trap was suddenly activated, and water flowed from the edge into the ground.

Connie was stunned and tapped the screen, but nothing happened.

The current was rapid, and it didn't take long for it to accumulate to her ankles.

"What are you going to do!?" She exclaimed, trepidation in her eyes.

After a while, a lid suddenly opened directly above, and a humanoid figure smashed down, hitting the shallow water, splashing Connie in the face.

She threw herself over to the man, probed his snort, and breathed a sigh of relief that he was still alive.

"What do you want me to do?" She looked up and asked.

There was no sound on the radio.

But the people on the ground suddenly opened their eyes.

"Kill me, cutie."

A blade-like sound rang out in front of Connie's eyes, cutting through her sanity.

She fell backwards in the water, away from the man who had suddenly come to his senses.

The emaciated body seems to be dying at any moment.

"You ......," she trembled.

"Yes, that's me. Kill me, and you'll get the mechanism on me to stop the flow of water. ”

His numb eyes were as dull as a dead man.

"Otherwise, you'll have to drown here with me."

Connie panicked and stepped back, sitting in the corner, the water already on her chest.

The man just stood there, the mechanism above him closed.

She stood up against the wall, watching the pleasantly accelerating water with pain in her eyes.

"Why should I be asked to kill you?"

"How do I know if what you're saying is true?"

"If I kill you, I still won't be able to get out."

The music just now played on the screen again, and the man's wood-like facial features appeared in an evil and strange smile for a moment.

Instead of standing as straight as a stake, he walked over to the operating table and picked up the knife.

Mechanical words came out of his mouth: "Because, either you kill me, or I, kill you." ”

The man took the scalpel and strode forward.

Connie felt a little strange, but she didn't bother to think about it so much, and ran out of the gap and retreated to another corner.

But that didn't stop the man from continuing the hunt.

His eyes were like looking at a monster that was about to win.

Connie's mind was in a daze, so she picked up an object she grabbed and threw it over, but he dodged it lightly.

The emaciated body seemed to possess infinite strength, and grabbed Connie's ankle, and this time, Connie, who could not break free, was pulled all the way to the operating table.

"Ahem...... Let go, let go of me! Connie's neck was pinched, and she was beating the man's arm with a red face, but it didn't make a difference, and the tip of the knife in her eyes was slowly approaching.

"You say...... Do I want your left eye first, or your right eye? The man leaned closer, a pair of chaotic eyes staring at her like a beast.

The blade walked across her skin like a venomous stab.

Under the black pupils, as if in a trance, a firework suddenly exploded.

At that moment, Connie didn't know where the courage and strength came from, and her hands that had nowhere to put suddenly grabbed something.

So he grabbed the thing and threw it at the arm that was holding his neck!

When she sat up from the operating table, she realized that she was holding another scalpel.

But apparently this one is much sharper than the knife in the man's hand.

The water had spread over the operating table, reaching Connie's waist.

Connie sat on the operating table, looked at the man who had risen from the water, and raised the knife in his hand.

"Who are you? Why are you threatening me to come here? ”

The man didn't exhale the pain, nor did he say why, but just approached her step by step with a knife.

"Don't come here."

"I said don't come!"

"Don't you come here!!"

The wordless response made Connie collapse, and he was like a machine.

She didn't know what kind of game it was, she only knew that the moment the knife fell, all she wanted was to live!

So, at the moment when the man raised the knife high, she slammed the scalpel in her hand into the man's chest fiercely.

And then.

No then.

The man fell, and the flow of water in the room suddenly stopped.

Connie suddenly looked at the man floating in the water, and her eyes seemed to be filled with endless unwillingness.

At this point, the sound of music stopped abruptly.

There was a round of applause on the radio.

Connie looked up dumbfounded.

"You're doing a great job, cutie." It was still the man's voice.

Connie looked up, "Are you alright?" ”

"Hehe, you're worried about me? But ......"

Connie frantically jumped into the water and lifted the emaciated man to his feet.

"And who is he!?"

Putting the person on the operating table, Connie seemed to suddenly realize, under a cold sweat.

It's as if I realized what kind of trap I had fallen into.

"He? Not...... I just met someone who sounds like me, how about it, you didn't even notice it, right? The man chuckled.

Connie touched the dagger in a panic, but she didn't dare to touch it lightly, pressed her fingers on the man's neck, and cried tremblingly: "Don't die...... Don't die......"

"Hmm...... It's so cute, it's you who just inserted the dagger into his chest. Isn't it......" The man laughed heartily throughout the room.

"Shut up! You shut up! You shut up! Connie screamed madly into the room, turning her head over her mouth in disbelief.

She killed.

And an innocent person.

"You hypnotized him?"

The man's glazed gaze reappeared in Connie's mind.

"Clever." The answer represented his acquiescence.

Connie grabbed her hair.

Yes, she just felt that something was wrong with this person, but she didn't think much about it.

She sat down on the ground, and finally couldn't hold back her crying.

The man in front of the monitor looked at Connie, who was sitting on the ground crying, and smiled with satisfaction.

Look, in less than an hour, didn't he break the girl's first line of defense for self-preservation?

He is such a good product and the only one.

But the only thing is how lonely it is.

Wouldn't it be more interesting for Bill to pick her and turn her into his own kind?

Bill's choice was created by him...... Perfect product.

On the other side, Sherlock, who drove away, arrived at a warehouse in the center of the city.

It was piled up with Bill's belongings.

When confronted by Bill, he discovers that Bill has another accomplice.

When he talks about the product of his creation, the look he has is special.

However, he needed more evidence to deduce the man's whereabouts.

Bill is dead, and his plans continue.

Armed with the newly purchased key to the warehouse, Sherlock opens the door to the warehouse.

All kinds of traces were carefully observed by him, but there seemed to be a line wrapped in fog in his mind, and he couldn't break free and untie this dead knot.

Until a phone call from Bruce.

Let him sober up completely.

An hour after he left the warehouse.

Jasmine and Pauline are told that they have a bomb planted in their stomachs.

Bruce got the news.

And what he has in his hand is Connie's mobile phone.

Sherlock hung up the phone and looked at the cluttered warehouse.

There are not only weapons but also tools in the warehouse.

He thought it was just perverted bad taste, and the bomb of the dam that Bill revealed before he died had always been a doubt in his mind.

After the doubt, there must be the truth.

So he searched for the melon and found it, and the clue of the other person was in this warehouse.

But at this moment, he suddenly realized.

Behind the doubt, there is not necessarily only one secret.

And he may have been the chosen discoverer of the problem.

It's a trap, a lure.

The person who was really targeted has been replaced halfway through.

Because, the murderer is no longer the same.

The weakness he was discovered, the weakness that Bill had chosen.

He made the same mistake twice.

A storm of chagrin swirls in Sherlock's brainstorm.

Played with twice by the same person, still a dead man.

This kind of thing was enough to break his pride.

However, he had more worries.

In his lifetime, he was almost struck down by the guilt and anger of the riot.

With a flip of his fingertips, he hacked into all the cameras in the London area.

“JUSTSOYOUKNOW. IAMCOMINGFORYOU.”

Not only the major TV screens, but also all the personal computers connected to the Internet, none of them showed such a video on the black screen.

CURLY SHORT BROWN HAIR LINED WITH A PAIR OF FLAXEN GREEN EYES, THIN LIPS OPENED LIGHTLY, WITH FROST, AND THE EYES WERE FULL OF DEEP KILLING INTENT: "JUSTSOYOUKNOW. IAMCOMINGFORYOU.”

It's no longer a game, it's a war.

A war that never stops fighting.

The video was transmitted wirelessly in all corners and soon in every corner.

In a small cabin on the outskirts of the wilderness, the man sat in front of the computer, looking at the face that suddenly appeared, and a slight frustration flashed in his eyes.

Can hack into his computer?

Unbeknownst to you, Sherlock is all over London.

“JUSTSOYOUKNOW. IAMCOMINGFORYOU.”

With a bloodthirsty smile came to the man's eyes.

Is this knowing his tricks?

Sherlock Holmes?

It's pretty smart.

Merely......

Flying in her hands, the picture on the computer returned to the picture in the real room, in a bad environment, a small girl, numbly leaning on the side of the operating table, her eyes glazed like a puppet doll.

And the corpse above her head was gradually getting cold.

The blood was dripping down her chest, down the edge of the operating table, and she sat there as if she didn't notice it.

It was as if it was completely lifeless.

His doll ...... It's changing.

No one can stop him, he came to create a perfect ...... Toy.

The man chuckled suddenly, and gradually turned into a maniacal laugh.

At this moment, London, which is extremely prosperous, is stunned.

Prime time, whether it was a variety ad or TV news, was all replaced with a video of no more than ten seconds at that moment.

A man is taking an oath.

Although many girls were scolded, many people still thought it was a prank, and it alarmed the authorities.

Outside the warehouse door in the city center, Sherlock flew into his car and raced away.