The large iron gate was electronically controlled, after Francis promised to let us in.

There was a loud click in the door.

The big iron door opened.

Officer Sherlock nudged the door and turned sideways, letting me go first.

I went in, and he went into the courtyard with me.

This yard, tsk!

As soon as I came in, how could I smell of crossing?

There was a swimming pool on the west side of the yard, and the pool was full of water that had fallen on a rainy day.

The building's solid wood door was locked, and there were two probes on the door, keeping a close eye on my every move with Sherlock.

The windows are hung with thick curtains.

Belch......

Small towns, big houses, closed doors, mysterious residents, grassy yards.

Could this be a real-life version of the vampire family?

I glanced at Sherlock, "Hi Sherlock, how long has it been since you've been a guest at Francis's house?" ”

Sherlock frowned, "They don't seem to like being disturbed, and it's rare to see them come back a few times a year." But as long as he comes back, he lives in the house and does not go out. When he eats and buys things, he calls the restaurants and supermarkets in the town and delivers them to his door. ”

Do you see it? Who dares to call otaku, otaku? In front of the Francis family, those otaku on the Internet are simply weak.

It's not a grade at all, there's no comparison.

We walked to the door, and Sherlock pressed the intercom again.

"Mr. Francis, can we come into your house and help you find the cat?"

"Damn, Sherlock, my cat was lost outside, not at home, you just need to help me find it in the yard. If you're home, I wouldn't call you. ”

"Oh, I'm sorry, Francis, then I'll look around the yard."

Sherlock finished and pouted at me.

I shook my head helplessly.

With him, along this big house, start looking for cats in circles.

I looked for it and circled it.

No, but I found a lot of suspicious things.

For example, in this building, there are almost no windows that can let in light, and all the windows are tightly blocked.

It's weird.

The yard is huge, and it took about three turns.

No trace of the cats has been found.

At this time, Sherlock straightened up, put his hand on the canopy, pointed to a winding river behind Big House, and said, "J, do you think, is it possible for that cat to go to the river to catch fish?" ”

I paused, "Uh, this, that, let's go see?" ”

So, Sherlock led the way.

We cleared the weeds and walked for more than ten minutes.

Came to the edge of the creek.

The river is full of grass and something.

We're fiddling around, while pretending to be a cat, meow. , meowing wildly.

Called for three or four minutes.

Suddenly, I subconsciously paused.

Then, I told Sherlock to stop.

Soon, I heard a faint, meow not far away...

Hey, I found it!

Following the sound, locking on the bearing, we rounded a rocky beach, and then found a beautiful cat behind a large protruding rock by the river.

Tsk, look at people, this rich family's cat, it's really called a strong one.

Arms, legs, tails, eyes, etc., the key, clean, beautiful.

Sherlock took a long breath: "That's it, little Linda, the last time I ran to the roof, I didn't dare to jump down, and I also found the fire ladder and carried it down." ”

As he spoke, Sherlock went over and stretched out his hug.

Suddenly, the cat lowered his head, muttered something in his mouth, and tilted his head, as if to say, are you going to grab toys from me?

Don't rob, don't rob, don't be afraid, humans are here to protect you.

I grinned, grinned, and just approached. Suddenly, I realized, something was wrong!

I wiped it, this cat, the mouth of the chatter, is actually a finger!

The finger was white, short, thick, and strong, and it looked like a man's little finger. The cats kept their mouths on their heads, and their two beautiful eyes swept back and forth from time to time, as if they were afraid that we would snatch this finger.

Sherlock saw it at this time, too.

Our well-trained U.S. imperialist police instantly swished, drew their guns, held their guns in both hands, and aimed them at the cats at once, and at the same time, shouted in their mouths: "Don't move, you, don't move......

Don't make fun of Sherlock.

It's instinct.

The US imperialist public security has an instinct, that is, when encountering danger and sudden situations, they will make the above actions in an instant. And when they have done this set of actions, the target pointed at the muzzle of the gun should immediately cooperate, or put down, knives, guns and other objects, or hold their heads in both hands.

Otherwise, they would really shoot!

Cats don't care about your business. Take a gun to me, no way, little meow, I won't play with you!

At that moment, twist the little tail and turn around to escape.

I hurried forward to stop Sherlock from raising his gun.

At the same time, I meowed, disguised.

The cat, sensing that there was no danger, turned his head again and glared at me.

I smiled and walked over.

The cats were initially vigilant, but later it was probably because I had been in contact with the big black meow and had the breath of a cat keeper.

It relaxes.

Let me come and hold it in my arms.

Bah!

The cat spit his finger on my hand.

Look at it, it seems to be asking for credit.

Sherlock came back to his senses and was put off combat readiness. Putting the gun back in its holster, I walked over, reached out and picked up the fingers in my palm, and shone it into the sun: "Is this a real thing, or is it a prop?" ”

The American imperialists are half-grown and like to play pranks that don't hurt people.

This is close to Los Angeles, and they often buy movie props and disguise them as severed hands and arms to scare good public servants like Sherlock.

I hugged the cat, leaned closer, squinted, and looked closely.

The sun shines on it.

Muscles, tendons, bones, all complete, properly human, fleshy fingers.

I said, "It's true, it's absolutely true." ”

Sherlock was pulling out his gun again.

I said, "No, let's look around here to see if there is a finger owner." ”

Sherlock nodded.

With him, I began to search the neighborhood.

We searched for it, studied the finger, and finally we unanimously decided that this thing was artificially cut off.

The fracture is very smooth.

Click, it's a matter of a knife!

There is no finger owner nearby.

So, could it be the stuff of Mr. Francis himself?

Sherlock and I thought of this at the same time, and then, decisively, hugged the cat, went back the way we came.

A little over ten minutes later, we were standing at the main entrance of the Big House building.

Sherlock opened the intercom.

"Mr. Francis, your little Linda, we've got you covered."

"Oh, ouch, this, thank you. You put it in the cat hole next to the door, and it will come in on its own. ”

"But Mr. Francis, we've found something superfluous, a human finger."

Sherlock looked like a class struggle, interrogating.

Unexpectedly, the intercom ended.

"Oh, that's my finger. It doesn't matter, let's throw it in together. ”

I was momentarily confused.

Sherlock: "Mr. Francis, I have a slight concern about the current orientation of your fingers, because, as far as I know, the fingers should be on the palm of your hand, but it is now in the palm of mine. This ......"

Francis was furious: "Sherlock, I like to cut my own fingers to play, what am I doing to you?" What law in the United States says that citizens can't cut off their own fingers? Did I break any laws? ”

Shylock......

"All right, Mr. Francis, then I'll ask your little Linda, to bring your finger back." ”

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, sir, this is what we have to do."

Sherlock, let the cat, re-finger it, and then stuffed it into the hole.

I gave Sherlock a look.

The latter understood, and together we climbed on the ground, followed the cat's buttocks, and looked into the hole.

The cat's buttocks, twisting and twisting, had just gotten inside, and when the door of the cave had not fallen, suddenly, a thick cane came out of it.

Your sister!

As soon as I pulled Sherlock, we both dodged the eye-catching blow.

We got up.

At the same time, the intercom sounded.

"Hehe, Officer Sherlock, are you and your friends interested in the reproductive excretory organs of my kitten? If that's the case, I'm going to sue you for sexual harassment on Linda's behalf. ”

He's uncle!

This old immortal severed finger Francis! What a living old rascal!

Sherlock: "I'm sorry sir, we're not interested in the place you mentioned, we're just worried about your current situation. ”

"Hehe, I have nothing to worry about. Go back, Mr. Sherlock, and notice that the new strangers in the town have all kinds of people and can do anything bad. Also, the excretory organs of cats are really nothing to look at. Good bye! ”

Sherlock's lips moved, and he wanted to say something to the intercom.

It's a pity that the head hung up.

Sherlock turned his head and looked at me suspiciously.

I looked back at him with puzzled eyes.

Three seconds.

Sherlock was relieved: "J, you're not a bad person, are you?" ”

I grinned, "Sherlock, I'm a nice guy with a green card issued by the U.S. government. I'm a psychiatrist. ”

"GOOD, mind, shall we have a drink later? Then, let's talk about the old guy Francis. Sherlock lowered his voice and pouted upstairs.

I said, "I don't mind at all." ”

Sherlock said OK, and we walked out one after the other.

When I first walked to the door.

Suddenly, a black van slowly approached.

Sherlock was stunned.

I took advantage of his stunned efforts to take his hand.

The U.S. imperialists understood and hid behind the doorpost with me.

I peeked in.

After a while, two people came down from the van.

I wiped it out, it's all acquaintances.

Old treacherous Joseph, hey, this, isn't this Dodge?

This thing is awake.

It's just that his legs and feet seem to be sick, and he walks with a limp.

When the two reached the big iron gate, which was still open, they hesitated and tried to reach out and push it open, but Joseph stopped them.

They pressed the intercom.

"Mr. Francis, I'm Joseph, and this time, on behalf of Company XXX, I would like to negotiate your sale of the rig."

"Hehe, I've talked about the rules 10,000 times, whoever can unravel the molecular formula I posted on the Internet will be qualified to meet me and talk to me. If you can't solve it, please go! If you don't leave, I'll call the police right away! ”

Molecular formula!

My heart moved! The Japanese, Lei Laoxi, including the Taoist doctor, didn't even tell me, there is a molecular formula!