"Where's the hole?" Sherlock put on his night vision goggles, then removed them, pulling at the vines on the fence looking for something.

"What are you looking for?" Gao Qian let go of his five senses and listened carefully to the movements around him. Nature breathes peacefully here, noisy and silent. Within a radius of five hundred meters, there were no humans except for the two of them.

"There should be a hole in here. Sherlock straightened his aching waist and muttered, "What the hell, what about the hole?

The corners of Gao Qian's mouth twitched slightly mockingly, and then retreated.

"Just the two of us tonight?"

"Well, I'm a private detective, and I've always been alone, so I'm partnering with you. Sherlock turned his head and smiled at Gao Qian, turning around and pacing a little farther away, Gao Qian heard her whisper, "Where......'s the hole?"

Gao Qian chuckled slightly, how long did this Sherlock plan to play with the private detective stalk, but since she didn't want to tell him the truth, he would also play dumb. Speaking of which, everyone is actually just a relationship of mutual use, sincerity or something, so you don't have to.

Gao Qian looked around faintly. Through the branches, he saw a night owl swoop down from the tree, and then a small beast burst out of the pile of rotting leaves, baring its sharp teeth and biting at the night owl. The night owl's wings flapped quickly, and the little beast squeaked and squeaked to dodge, and after rolling on the ground, it turned and ran quickly towards the forest, and in an instant it was into the fence.

Gao Qian's heart moved, and he came to the place where the little beast had entered, pulled the vines on it, and sure enough, he saw the hole in the fence. The hole was just big enough for a man to bend over and drill into, and the crack in the iron was new, uneven and had tiny bubble holes, which looked like they had been blown by a welding torch.

Gao Qian glanced at Sherlock, who was still whispering, opened his mouth and closed it, and he leaned down into the playground.

A ruined statue with no head but wings stood in front of him, with curved railroad tracks behind it. A small tin train with only half of the locomotive left was parked on the track not far away, and the carriages as far as the eye could see were piled with fallen leaves.

Gao Qian stared at the pile of fallen leaves for a few moments, carefully bypassed the railroad tracks, and walked in the other direction. Standing in the way was a large merry-go-round. Half of the lantern-filled ceiling has collapsed, and animals of various shapes with mottled paint stand on a circular chassis attached to metal transmission rods.

It's just weird that the merry-go-round has probably malfunctioned before, with a heavy elephant hanging high in the air and another leopard raising its front hooves in a standing position. The nearest tiger was on all fours, but it had two strange heads. And the black lion hidden behind the unicorn is designed to be too tall, two as big as a real lion, how can children climb up with such a design?

The strange merry-go-round in front of him made Gao Qian's heart float with a strange feeling, and he was about to take a good look, but he heard a muffled sound not far behind him, as if someone had kicked on the iron sheet.

Gao Qian suddenly remembered the little iron train full of fallen leaves.

Oh no!" he quickly turned and rushed over.

Sherlock's fall was not light, and if it weren't for the helmet on her head, she would have seen blood.

"Team leader, team leader, are you okay?" said the concerned voice of his subordinate from the helmet.

"It's okay...... It hurts me to death...... What is this ......" The place where she stumbled was just in the shadow of the statue, so dark that she couldn't see anything clearly, Sherlock touched the hard object in the darkness, "Tin box? How can there be a tin box here......

"Don't move!" she suddenly heard a low shout.

Sherlock froze as she saw a few meters away, in the bright white moonlight, Gao Qian staring nervously at her, pulling out a jet-black dagger from the inner pocket of his coat. But the dagger didn't look sharp at all.

Sherlock was about to speak, when she saw Gao Qian pounce quickly, a cold wind blowing across her face, and a black blade flashed a faint light in front of her eyes. A withered yellow shadow brushed the tip of her nose, making a perfect arc and flying out of the wall.

The high dive on the other side put away his dagger and looked down at her: "It's okay, is it? It's just a dead leaf snake that hides in a pile of fallen leaves for the winter, and if you don't alarm it, it won't attack you." ”

"Oh......" Sherlock looked at the high dive with some complicated eyes, and slowly stood up.

Gao Qian felt that Sherlock's eyes were a little strange: "What for?"

"It's okay," Sherlock ruffled her hair, remembering that she was wearing an ugly helmet now, and she cleared her throat, "Well, ahem, by the way, you were very fast, have you practiced martial arts? And your dagger is very strange, what is the origin?"

Gao Qian looked at Sherlock speechlessly, ordinary women encounter the kind of thing just now, even if they don't scream, they have to be terrified for a long time, how can this woman come to her own words in the blink of an eye?

"If it's okay, just continue to lead the way. Gao Qian said coolly, "I don't have overtime pay, I still want to go home early." ”

Sherlock chuckled, sighed slightly, and then reached out and patted Gao Qian's shoulder: "This is easy to say, when the case is solved, I will get paid, and I will be half of you." ”

"Heh, so generous. ”

"That's, who are the two of us. ”

The two of them whispered half-truths and half-truths, and finally came to the haunted house that Sherlock had spoken of.

A pitch-black slab with fangs and claws, it looked more like an old witch's hut than a ghost's house. Above the tattered door, there is a blood-red plaque with the word haunted house.

"Just this place?" Gao Qian looked at the haunted house that didn't cover an area as big as his living room, and this place could make hallucinogens?

"This is just the entrance, the real haunted house is underground, the former bomb shelter has been rebuilt, and it is big. Sherlock pulled a high dive, "Follow me, it's easy to get lost down there, and don't make a fuss about what you see, remember, it's a haunted house." ”

Gao Qian frowned slightly: "What do you mean?"

That's what it means literally. Sherlock lowered his voice and bowed his waist, and his originally tasteful face somehow took on a somewhat eerie flavor against the backdrop of the two bloody characters in the haunted house above his head.

"Follow me. Sherlock pushed open the creaky door and slipped into the tall one.

Gao Qian followed and bent in: "I said you have to speak in this voice?"

"There's an atmosphere...... Sherlock smirked back, his voice hoarse.

Gao Qian suddenly grabbed her and lowered his voice: "Wait, did you hear anything?"

"What?" Sherlock turned his head to look at the high diver, the guy pretending to look like it was serious.

A woman's laughter. Gao Qian frowned.

"Hehe, in fact, you said that a woman's crying is more atmospheric. Sherlock's voice returned to normal, "Stop making trouble. ”

"Who made a fuss, there was really a woman's laughter just now, and now I can't hear it again. ”

"High Dive, I said you shouldn't be joking, okay?"

"I'm not kidding!"