13 Baker Street Tenant(13)
An unknown number.
Sang Yi was already nervous.
Is there a monitor installed by that person in the house?
Sunny almost couldn't wait to go upstairs to look, but soon he stopped again, because he didn't notice it, and Sherlock couldn't have noted.
But what if Sherlock really didn't notice it because he was sick?
This is probably very small.
"What's wrong?" Mrs. Hudson was keenly aware that Sony's expression was not quite right, "Who's sending the message?" β
"Nope." Sang Yi smiled reluctantly, and he said, "No one. β
Mrs. Hudson, realizing that Son did not want to tell her, took it to heart, and thought to herself for a moment and did not speak again.
Sang ate his food and helped Mrs. Hudson clean up before going upstairs.
As soon as he entered the room, he felt that something was wrong.
It was quiet.
It was so quiet that his cat didn't show up.
His cat.
Normally, he ran over as soon as he entered the house, and he didn't show up today.
Sangyi's heart was beating faster inexplicably, and he exclaimed, "Nian Nian, meow? β
It was still quiet in the house.
Sang Yi hurriedly went to the place where the cat usually likes to sleep, but he didn't see the cat, which made him a little panicked.
"Every year?"
There was a hint of coolness soaking through, Sang Yi turned his head to look, the curtains of the room were blown out of a fold by the wind, Sang Yi remembered very clearly, he was afraid that the cat would run out, and his window was closed.
But now, there was a crack in the window, as if it had been left on purpose to tell him that I had been here.
No note, no strange things, nothing, but his cat was gone.
Sang Yi's brain is a little wooden.
He subconsciously wanted to go to the other side to find Sherlock, but soon he realized that Sherlock was not at home and would not even be back today.
Sherlock is also very busy, and Sherlock also takes the case to solve.
Sangyi called the police again.
The policeman stood in his room, looked at the Oriental man and asked, "So that person has appeared many times before." β
"Not alone." Sang Yi's voice was soft, "Not alone. β
"You mean, the weird suitor isn't alone? Do you have a locked object? The policeman asked again.
Sooner than he could remember, Sherlock told him that the man had been seen at the exhibition, holding a present.
That person should be......
Many of the faces in Sangyi's mind slid swiftly over them, eventually landing on the face of one man, the man he had seen the eye on.
A man in a cap, the man who said he liked him very much.
He didn't seem to remember what that person looked like, he only remembered that the person had a pair of ...... Fanatical eyes.
I don't know what the person's name is, where he lives, or what he does.
Enter the list of art exhibitions!
Sangyi's mind moved again.
The policeman on the other side asked, "Do you remember?" β
"Maybe it's the person who showed up at my exhibition, and I need to ask the organizer for a list of people." β
But not everyone has a photo.
Sang Yi had the cat in mind, and her brain was tense.
By the way, you can also check the monitoring of the lobby.
And also......
Two people had been in his house, and this time they came...... Who is it?
β¦β¦
"Didn't I say that?" Sherlock spread his hands, "Your daughter left on her own, and you're too controlling. β
"No way, she's always been well-behaved and sensible." The middle-aged man became excited, "She is very well-behaved, she listens to me and her mommy, she never lets us worry about it, how can she leave us by herself." β
"But all indications are that she did leave on her own." Sherlock's tone was always calm, he looked at the excited person in front of him and said, "Look at this room, it's clean and tidy, except for the papers, everything else is in its rightful placeβ"
"It's all said it's impossible!" The man shouted, pointing at Sherlock and his voice trembling, "What a genius detective, just a liar, get out of my house." β
Sherlock, who had been kicked out of the door, patted his clothes and glanced incomprehensibly at the door slamming shut.
Watson couldn't help laughing, and after coming into contact with Sherlock's not very friendly eyes, he restrained, "That's the case, if you sell the topic of the great detective Sherlock being swept away to the newspaper, you will definitely get a good price, right?" β
Sherlock was expressionless, "It's a pity that you're also part of the swept away. β
"Okay." Watson shrugged, "Looks like you've done this for nothing." β
"He'll come back to me." "He's looking for his daughter, and he's coming back to me." β
Watson's expression was complicated, "In such a family, his daughter also felt suffocated before leaving, right?" β
It's really suffocating.
Obviously in his twenties, but still like a little baby, everything is controlled by his parents, there is no freedom at all, once there is a trace of resistance, his parents will look at him with a disappointed gaze, and he ...... I can only compromise helplessly.
"Where did their daughter go? Got out of London? Or have left the UK. Watson said.
Sherlock was about to say something, but the sound of his cell phone ringing interrupted him.
It's Mrs. Hudson.
Sang Yi called the police?
"What's wrong?" Watson asked.
Sherlock's expression looked exceptionally calm, his voice seemed to be restrained, and the movement of turning around and leaving seemed to betray him, "Sang called the police, and the cat is gone." β
β¦β¦
Sang Yi regretted a little, when he came to this world before, he turned off his mobile phone because of Tu Qingjing, otherwise he would still be able to leave photos every year.
He didn't know what the man was doing when he took the cat away, and he didn't know if the man would be gentle with his cat.
The police came with a message that the surveillance had been deleted and that it might not be easy to restore, and that the list of people who had entered the exhibition was not the person he said.
Rejecting Mrs. Hudson's offer to keep her company, Son closed the door and returned to the house.
Sang Yi held the paintbrush, a little uneasy, he didn't know what he was going to do now, and he felt at a loss.
When he suddenly came back to his senses, he realized that the portrait of the cat had been painted on the canvas.
He froze, tossed his brush aside, and pulled out his phone again.
The unknown number hadn't been messaged again, and apparently, he couldn't make a call.
It was a one-sided connection, and he couldn't get a glimpse of what was going to happen on the other side.
His mind grew restless.
His cat is very well-behaved and obedient, because it has strayed, it will not take the initiative to run out, I don't know if it is very scared to go outside. If you are forcibly taken away by a stranger, you will definitely be afraid.
Sani sat curled up on the couch, staring at the crack in the window in his room, his mind in a trance.
Obviously, before bringing the cat back, he said that he was a family member every year, and he was his only family in this world.
That man...... Will you treat every year well?
The phone vibrated again.
Sang Yi hurriedly swiped his phone away.
It's still an unknown number, and it's a video that came over.
The cat was kept in a dark cage and barked pitifully.
- Guess who's going to be here next? O my muse.
This should also be given to the police.
There was a knock on the door, and Sang subconsciously clenched his knees.
He didn't even know who was knocking on the door outside, and whoever it was politely should have opened the door.
Maybe it's Mrs. Hudson, but Mrs. Hudson usually tells him to knock on the door later, so it's certainly not Mrs. Hudson.
So who will be the person outside the door?
Maybe the one who came in and out of his house at will? But he shouldn't be here if he posted the video.
Could it be the police?
Maybe...... The police have news?
Thinking like this, Sang Yi didn't care about wearing his shoes, jumped off the sofa and went to open the door.
Unexpectedly, the person knocking on the door was Sherlock.
The curly-haired man stood outside, looking him up and down, and finally his eyes fell on his feet.
"It's almost autumn, and if you don't wear shoes, it's easy to get sick."
Sang Yi subconsciously glanced at the time, and he muttered, "It's not over today." β
"Yes, I'm back." Sherlock said.
Sang Yi bit his lip and whispered, "Then you go back and rest." β
"Where do I go back to rest?" Sherlock said calmly, "I haven't eaten lunch yet, and the employer has gone too far and kicked me out. β
Sang Yi frowned slightly, "It's really excessive, you're obviously going to help him." β
"That's right." Sherlock said, "I took out my anger on me when I helped him solve the case. β
"Then ......," Sang Yi said softly, "I'll give you something to eat?" β
The pasta is also the pasta they bought when they were in the supermarket.
Sherlock stepped into the room, "No hurry. β
Sang raised his eyes to look at Sherlock.
"What about mobile phones? Show me. Sherlock gestured.
Sang handed Sherlock his phone for no apparent reason, not knowing what Sherlock was going to do.
Sherlock scrutinized his phone before saying, "No." β
Sang asked, "What's not." β
Sherlock didn't answer, he looked at Sang Yi and asked, "Can I just flip through the news?" β
Sang Yi nodded, his phone was just like this room, pitifully empty, it didn't matter if he flipped through it.
Wrong...... And those two pieces of news.
"He's intimidating you." Sherlock said, "Let me listen, the cat meows and echoes slightly, and the footsteps fall to the ground a little muffled...... Ah, it looks like two people. β
"It seems, it's a carriage."
Carriage?
No, did Sherlock take his phone and know that his cat was missing?
Is it because you want to help him that you rush back in such a hurry?
Sang Yi didn't know how to express his emotions for a moment.
"Does the carriage mean that my cat is now locked in the compartment?" Sang Yi asked.
"yes, the kind of cart that loads the goods." Sherlock, he pointed to the video, "I can't see it because it's dark, but I can tell from the faint footsteps, the meows of cats, and the echoes." β
He entered Sonny's room again, and looked at the gap that seemed to be a provocative message, and he closed his eyes slightly, as if he had become the perverted suitor.
"I found that the muse in my heart did not look at me, but was very close to other men and was very angry, so I want to teach the muse a lesson."
"He seems to care about the cat, so he just took it away so that the muse can remember me."
"But no, I was told, it's not enough."
"The muse must be made to realize his mistake."
Sanyi's fingernails were deeply embedded in his palms, and he didn't know the person or the two people who wanted to do such a disgusting thing.
Sherlock in front of him suddenly spoke, "Sanyi." β
Sang Yi lifted his face, revealing slightly pale lips.
"This method is too low-level, more low-level than the methods of the cases I have encountered in the past, so you don't have to worry." Sherlock's voice was filled with some kind of soothing power, and he was extraordinarily calm, "I'll help you get the cat back." β