For four whole days,
Shylock's super brain was in a state of unprecedented excitement.
The deadly game he had been waiting for for a long time, as well as the little puzzles that could finally get his rusty brain working. Although the idea of a bomb hostage was really uncreative in Shylock's opinion, it had to be said that..,
All of this really made his nerves high to a new high.
Until, on the fifth day, the crappy pink phone that the "bomb hostage" sent him received the fifth new message.
It was still a picture notification.
Shylock clicked on it,
He took a look,
He was stunned.
Shylock and Watson, who had just solved four cases, were at Scotland Yard,
In Inspector Lestrade's office.
After looking at the picture, Shylock quietly placed his phone on the office desk.
Lestrade saw..,
It was a picture of a villa,
But he couldn't recognize where it was.
Watson, on the other hand, had the same reaction as Shylock. He was stunned in surprise.
"This is... Netherfield Garden."
The ancient and imposing building in the picture was Netherfield Garden. This notification..,
Was too profound.
"Where? Ni What? "Inspector Lestrade was confused.
At this moment, the pink phone on the desk rang.
Shylock looked at it quietly for a few seconds, then reached out his hand,
He pressed the speakerphone button.
In the office,
No one said anything,
Until the other side of the receiver,
Came the voice of the other party's greeting.
"Hello, Shylock."
It was the voice of a young girl. From what Lestrade heard,
At least this hostage..,
Was much calmer than the previous few,
Other than some heavy panting, there was not much panic, let alone crying.
But Shylock and Watson's expressions were completely different.
Of course, Shylock still had no expression. The moment the voice sounded, he closed his eyes as if he was suppressing some emotion.
Watson immediately shouted excitedly, "Oh my God! It's Anne! "
Lestrade looked back and forth between Shylock and Watson's faces. Anne? Did they know the lady on the phone?
But before he had time to ask, the voice came from the receiver again.
"Do you like the surprise I prepared for you?"
"You're making the game boring, Moriarty." Shylock walked to a chair in front of the table and slowly sat down. He put his palms together and gently pressed them against his chin.
"I'm afraid I can't agree. From now on, the game will be interesting, won't it?" Anne's voice on the phone.
"You can meet me in person. I believe that will be more interesting," Sherlock said in a low voice.
"Patient, my detective. . "" We'll meet soon. "
Speaking, the voice on the phone, the voice on the phone, of course, of the voice, of the voice, the voice, the voice on the other end of the phone.
Watson and even Lestrade looked at Shylock at the same time.
But the latter was still expressionless. His hands, which were pressed against his chin, were already tightly clasped together.
After a short pause, Anne's soft voice sounded in the silent office again.
"You're having a good time, aren't you? But now, I suddenly want to see what you look like when you're sad. "
"Why should I be sad?" Shylock's voice was flat.
The other party said, "Allow me to apologize first. Your... little girlfriend wasn't very cooperative, so I accidentally hurt her a little. But don't worry, she won't die yet — at least not yet. "Anne paused for a moment at the word" little girlfriend. "
Shylock answered without hesitation, "She's not my girlfriend."
The pink phone on the table fell silent, as if it was silently expressing some kind of emotion.
"Oh, Shylock. Is it really good to be so direct? Even from afar, I could feel the sadness of a rejected girl. "
This sentence, it was obvious that the person on the phone wanted to repeat it as calmly as possible, but obviously, it was not successful.
Watson, who was listening to the side, was a little anxious.
They finally got to the point.
"This time, I've already given you the answer to the riddle directly. Come and take your girl home, Shylock. I believe that you will come as soon as possible even if I don't limit the time. Otherwise, your fragile little girlfriend may not be able to wait to see you for the last time.
"Although I don't mind your police friends, you and I both know that they can't help at all. Don't let them come and get in the way, Shylock. This is a private party that crosses the century. "
Except for Lestrade, Shylock and Watson understood that the words "crosses the century" really meant what they said.
The phone call ended.
"What's the answer to the riddle? Netherfield Garden? "Watson couldn't wait to ask." Anne is in Netherfield Garden? "
Shylock didn't answer and got up directly. "Let's go to her apartment first."
Shylock and Watson took a taxi directly to the restaurant where Anne worked. Lestrade and the other police officers hurriedly followed in the police car.
Watson asked Angelo in the restaurant on the first floor when Anne disappeared. Shylock had already gone up to the second floor with his long legs.
The door was locked. Shylock's sharp eyes swept around the door, then he reached into his suit pocket with his right hand and took out a key.
When he opened the door, Watson happened to see him coming up the stairs.
"How did you get Anne's key?" Watson asked in surprise.
"I made it myself," Shylock replied calmly and matter-of-factly. He pushed the door open and entered the house.
The speechless Watson: "..."
The small apartment was quiet and tidy. At the end of the living room, the fire in the fireplace had been extinguished, and the room was cold. The windows were open, and the cold winter wind blew in through the open windows, lifting the white curtains high.
Shylock walked over, put his hands on the windowsill, and stuck his head out. Outside the window was a fire escape staircase. The murderer should have entered from here and kidnapped the person.
"Angelo said that Anne didn't appear in the restaurant downstairs. It was her turn to rest today, so no one paid much attention. No one knew when she disappeared."
After Watson finished speaking, he observed Shylock's expression worriedly. Although he still saw the same cold and indifferent look, the doctor felt that he could detect some tension.
Sherlock replied with a "hmm". Moving away from the window, he scanned the entire living room and walked into the bedroom.
The bedroom was also small. The curtains were tightly drawn, and the light was dim. Shylock didn't even look at it. He reached out and accurately turned on the light switch on the left side of the door. His movements were so practiced that one would suspect that it wasn't his first time in this bedroom.
The furnishings in the room were very simple. There was a large bed, and the quilt on the bed was neatly spread out. Next to the white pillow, there was a folded blue scarf.
Shylock's eyes paused on the blue scarf for a moment, and then quickly moved away to other places.
There was a broken teacup at the head of the bed.
The surrounding walls were white, and there was no wallpaper, so the red bloodstain was very obvious. At first glance, it was a ghastly sight.
Watson opened his mouth, but Shylock had already walked over.
He didn't say anything. He took off his gloves and gently touched the edge of the bloodstain.
"Shylock..."
Just as Watson opened his mouth, Shylock had already turned around, put on his gloves, and quickly walked to the door.
"Let's go."
"Where are we going?" Watson hurriedly chased after him. "Netherfield Garden?"
Shylock didn't stop walking. "Chatsworth Manor."
Where? It was an unfamiliar name.
As though he knew Watson's doubts, Sherlock changed his name to a more familiar one and explained it to him.
"Pemberley."
.
Chatsworth Manor in Derbyshire was one of the most beautiful manors in England. It was also the filming location of Pemberley Manor in the movie "Pride and Prejudice." Therefore, this manor was also known as Darcy Manor.
Anne was indeed in Chatsworth Manor. And in the spacious and magnificent hall, she was all too familiar with all the decorations and gorgeous and exquisite murals around her.
If it weren't for her tied hands and feet and the throbbing wound on her forehead, she would have thought that she had returned to the 19th century.
The sunlight outside the window was setting in the west bit by bit. Anne's hands and feet gradually became numb, and she no longer felt any soreness. It was just that her head was a little dizzy, as if it was being pulled by something and kept falling.
Anne forced herself to look up. She vaguely saw the rose-red afterglow of the setting sun shining on the gorgeous arched window pane. It looked unusually beautiful and serene.
When the gentle voice sounded in her ears again, Anne couldn't help but tremble.
"You're really delightful, Miss Anne De Boer. Compared to the other crying hostages, you're much more comforting. " Moriarty's voice continued through the earpiece. "Please believe me when I say that this is my sincere compliment."
Anne closed her eyes and didn't say anything.
"Don't be nervous, Miss Deboer. I don't want to hurt you at all. Do you know how precious you are? A 19th-century noble lady living in the 21st century. Shylock actually agreed to let you live alone in that simple apartment. Oh, and your job as a waitress in a restaurant. What will our honorable Mr. Darcy think? I bet he'll be so heartbroken that he won't be able to sleep... "
Hearing him mention Darcy, Anne's fingertips trembled slightly. She tried her best to suppress her emotions and not let her face reveal too much of her expression.
But the other party still noticed her fluctuating emotions, and his tone became softer. "Relax, my dear Anne. Your body is as weak as a leaf that has lost its vitality. I don't want anything to happen to you before Shylock arrives. After all, I've prepared a fun game for you. "
Moriarty's voice became excited and high-spirited, with a gentleness and arrogance that was completely different from Shylock's. The voice continued to slide into Anne's eardrums through the earpiece.
She didn't say a word, and Moriarty didn't seem to care.
"Very well, cold lady. Let us get through to Mr. Holmes's cell phone and see where the knight who saved the princess has gone."
Anne didn't want the other party to see her strange expression when he mentioned Shylock, but her disguise was obviously unsuccessful.
A scornful laugh sounded in her ears, even though his words and voice sounded like a lover speaking sweet nothings.
"Oh, Anne, your behavior is too sad. You know, I definitely like you more than Shylock, and perhaps I know you better than he does. You shouldn't be so biased. "
Anne didn't say anything. It wasn't that she didn't want to speak, or that she didn't have the strength to speak, but that she didn't dare to.
She didn't have the high IQ of Moriarty or Shylock, and she didn't have the experience to deal with such a situation. She didn't know if her words would bring death to herself, or even Shylock.
So, she decided not to say anything. Unless Moriarty threatened her to speak.
"Do you know what I like most about you, Miss Deboer?" Moriarty put away his excitement, and his voice became soft again, even with a light chuckle. "You don't ask anything. You know, at the beginning of the game, your Mr. Holmes asked, 'Who am I?', 'Why am I doing this?' and other boring questions. But you, don't ask anything. Let me guess — you know everything, don't you, my dear Anne? "
As he spoke, Anne's heart beat faster and faster, but the other party remained friendly and cheerful, as if they were talking about an ordinary topic.
If she wasn't tied tightly to the chair, Anne believed that she probably wouldn't be able to sit still. Even now, her vision was blacking out, and her chest felt like it was pressed by a boulder. Breathing became more and more difficult.
This was the difference in IQ. Whether she spoke or remained silent, it was just a different form of answer in the other party's eyes.
After enjoying her struggle and embarrassment for a moment, Moriarty finally dialed Shylock's number again.
"Okay, Anne. Have a good talk with your Mr. Holmes. You see, I told you, you are my favorite. "After saying this, Anne's ears returned to silence.
Moriarty actually allowed her to talk to Shylock casually...
But this made Anne even more uneasy. Because on the other hand, this was also a powerful conceit and certainty.
What was he going to do?
If only it was really like what Moriarty said, she knew everything. But in fact, from the moment she appeared, the plot had already changed. Except for their respective identities, she didn't know anything at all.
On the other side, the phone had already rung, and it took a few seconds before it was picked up.
Anne immediately heard Shylock's deep and powerful voice.
"I'm on my way."
She knew that this sentence, he said it to her.
Anne felt that her eyes were a little hot. Should she be happy about this sentence?
Anne closed her eyes and endured this sour and warm throbbing.
After a few seconds, she softly said, "Okay..."
Looking up, the sun had completely sunk below the horizon. The cold night quietly embraced the whole land.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
