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

Even for low-level demons like carrion dogs, as long as a certain number is formed, then bullets, a weapon that can only cause quantitative damage within a certain range, will not have much effect.

A shuttle down, not even as good as a fragmentation grenade.

The screams grew thinner, and a disemboweled, disemboweled, shoved his intestines back into his stomach, and then climbed up the stairs with all his strength. He grabbed Sherlock's ankle and opened his mouth slightly, but didn't make a sound.

But he must have been crying 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 this guy at his feet thinks that Sherlock is at least like a person compared to those carrion dogs, at least he belongs to the same race as himself, so he subconsciously began to pray if he could get help from the other party.

I completely forgot that I had just stuffed my fellow people into wooden boxes in batches.

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

Sherlock lit a strip of blues to dispel the smoke and smell of blood around him, and out of nowhere, a tentacle slowly crawled out, wrapped around the ankle of the person who asked for help, and dragged it into the shadows little by little, in the process, more and more tentacles climbed up, and the man let out an inaudible cry for help, but it was wrapped tighter and tighter, until it disappeared into a dark corner that could not accommodate his size at all.

Sherlock didn't care about this scene, which was clearly contrary to the common sense of physics, a world where reason does not necessarily apply to all situations, let alone physics.

That's when it happened

Suddenly, the small door used to escape was violently pushed open, and the outlaws who had managed to escape just now actually ran back!

Moreover, one by one, they were even more panicked than before, as if they were hiding from something in the corridor outside.

But as soon as they returned to the basement, a few people in the back found corpses, stumps, and corpses on the ground.

A large number of carrion dogs had just gnawed people to death, and they were just feeling the roots of their teeth scratching, when they saw a few new bones coming back, staring at the little scarlet eyes one by one, straight and drooling.

As for the few people who ran back, they really fucking fell into blood mold for eight lifetimes.

The one standing at the front stared at the other end of the corridor, trembling and wanting to retreat, but the few in the back were so frightened by the blood and demons that they just wanted to rush out, anyway, they didn't run forward, they didn't run backwards,

A few people were so miserable and embarrassed in place.

Sherlock frowned, looked at the men, and then looked at the back door of the basement as well.

With the sound of footsteps, a figure finally appeared.

The man's expensive suit was splashed with a few drops of blood, but it was generally clean, and his good-looking face was full of beautiful smiles, but he didn't know what was going on in that corridor, in short, as soon as several outlaws saw each other's appearance, they began to squeak and scream, and several men of five big and three thick hugged each other desperately, as if they wanted to squeeze themselves into each other's bodies.

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

"Oh, I looked for you a few times, and found that you were not there, just now I happened to knock down the door of the landlord's house open, I went to check the number dialed by the phone, and I found it here." Watson replied casually: "Anyway, what have you been doing these days?" ”

"Ah found a good book, so I'm always reading it these days."

"You read?"

"yes, I like to read." Sherlock said solemnly: "Even I love music, food, studying history, and a lot of high sports. ”

"Elegant sports?" Watson looked at the severed limbs and severed arms in this place pointedly, and shrugged his shoulders: "Whatever, just say what you say." ”

In this way, the two chatted a few words as if no one was around, and the survivors on one side were blinded.

For a while, I even felt that as long as I grabbed the door now, these two people would definitely not be able to catch up with themselves. Thankfully, none of them made an attempt.

"By the way, what are you doing here? Did the people in this company you off? Watson finally got the conversation on track.

"yes, it's unpleasant, and these guys kidnapped my landlord!"

"Oh, that's infuriating."

Watson nodded, in the area of London, it was difficult to find a suitable place to live, and it was even more difficult to find a suitable landlord, so he understood Sherlock's mood very well.

Then he looked at the row of men and women who were still unconscious, and the children.

and found Mrs. Hudson with her eyes closed.

Because he had been to Sherlock a few times before, he knew the young landlord.

"Well, get this pretty lady out of here, if she wakes up in a moment and sees what she looks like around her, you might be homeless on the spot."

Watson always showed the most courteous gentlemanly demeanor in his dealings with ladies.

Followed by

"Also, there should be a lot of people in this building, are you sure you've cleaned up? If there is such a big commotion, it will not be good if you run away from a few fish that have slipped through the net. ”

This sentence scared the urine of the few people next to him!

Sherlock said indifferently:

"There should be one or two guys who ran away. But it can also be killed. ”

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

The two men were running forward desperately, their expressions flustered, their bodies covered in blood, and they looked back a few times from time to time, as if they were afraid that something terrible would come out of the shadows that the street lamps could not shine.

Just now, they experienced a massacre!

But he didn't understand what kind of massacre it was, anyway, when he reacted, the people around him were almost dead.

"He's not going to catch up!" A person really couldn't run, so he fell to the ground all of a sudden, rolled out of the way, hurriedly got up and got into the bushes next to him, and asked.

A sturdy man next to him was also exhausted, and he used his last strength to follow in: "I don't know if you don't want to fucking ask me." ”

He muffled his voice and shouted about such cold weather, and he also deliberately unbuttoned the three buttons on his neckline, leaking a scar on his chest, but now, the scar was already covered with cold sweat, and he had lost the hideousness that he should have.

Suddenly, he noticed something.

Just in front of the street lamp, there is a phone booth!!

The strong man hesitated, looked around, gritted his teeth, and his heart was horizontal, and he rushed over, pulled up the microphone and dialed the phone in Scotland Yard!

Now, he feels safest in prison.

"Hello. How can I help? ”

The operator asked quickly.

"Help! I turn myself in! I'm a human trafficker, a loan shark, and I have a human life on my hands!! Come and catch me! ”

His tone was extremely flustered, 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 out the location of this phone: "Sir, please try to stay calm, the nearest police officer has rushed in your direction, if you can, please tell me what happened during this time!" ”

"What the hell am I. In the !! of being hunted down ”

"Chase?"

"That's right! I shouldn't fucking take this job! I shouldn't have tied that woman! I shouldn't have been out all day today! I shouldn't have trampled on that cat mother, it must be because of the cat, dead cats bring bad luck!! ”

He began to whine wildly over the phone, as if it would give him a boost of courage.

The operator was obviously a little anxious, and this sounded like an extremely complicated case: "Kidnapping? Who was kidnapped? ”

"How the fuck do I know, a mother-in-law who lives at 221B Baker Street!"

"Okay, calm down, the police are rushing to wait where did you say it was tied?"

"221B Baker Street." The man roared!

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

It took about five seconds before it finally sounded again:

"I need to confirm again, what you just meant was that you were a human trafficker who had a human life on your hands, and now there is a person who is chasing you, and today, you kidnapped a woman who lived in Building B at 221 Baker Street, and trampled a cat to death, right?"

"That's right! So when your people come, I'll be here, lock me up, and I can give you a promotion! Raise! Please, hurry up!! ”

"Click."

The other end of the phone was hung up.

A cold wind blows

All that's left is a dazed beep.

The strong man was obviously blinded, and he didn't understand why the opposite side was suddenly hanging.

He looked at the phone, then looked up, his gaze sweeping the darkness around him.

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

I've run so far, that guy won't be able to catch up for a while.

He thought so.

Without noticing at all, a void crack behind him had quietly opened

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