A Weird Theater That Started In London

Looking at the ghostly figure on the street, as if the hound can travel through space, Lu Li frowned and denied: "It doesn't look like it."

Once, when investigating a mental hospital named Cloverfield, he experienced too many incredible things, such as:

A female ghost who cannot be killed by physical means.

A glimpse of the mental patient of the evil **** of the deep sea.

A stinky hound who can't make eye contact.

Especially the latter, it left an indelible psychological shadow on Lu Li, so he deliberately went to read the information afterwards——

The Hound of Tindalos, a hunter from afar, is an extra-dimensional creature with a very vague shape, with a trace like a wolf in appearance.

In fact, their names have nothing to do with their external form, but their habit of stalking their prey is very similar to that of hounds.

And on the street, no, it has now reached the roof, and these three things are indeed hounds.

Probably has a little blood relationship with that kind of existence.

Not only Lu Li and Duke thought so, but also the knowledgeable Sherlock Holmes.

"I remember... Justice Johnny's family has three guard dogs, but they are not so hideous."

Officer Wensley is very receptive. After all, he has even seen things like potions, not to mention a few hounds that are only a hundred million faster than normal dogs.

acceptable.

Justice Johnny?

Lu Chen was aware of it, and looked at Duke subconsciously. He was not very good at dealing with this kind of thing.

And courtesan Duke also felt embarrassed. He really didn't expect the other party's dog to be so fierce. In heavy rain, he would travel across most of the city to catch thieves.

The most important thing is that the three thieves did not run to other areas after they smashed things, for fear that Johnny would not know where the instigation was behind the scenes and lead the hound to Baker Street.

Of course, Bai Yu couldn't tell if he was suffering.

If he could have acted without hesitation, he would have killed the dog in the financial city long ago, but Lu Li told the three not to have a head-on conflict with Johnny.

Since you can't do it, you can only run.

First, I ran to the south, crossed the Thames several times, and after arriving in South London, I kept doing random running, but unfortunately, it was of no use at all.

In the end, he could only come to the Westminster Abbey area and let the boss make up his mind. As for the owner of the case summary, according to Bai Yu's observation, he should still be running along the place where they used to run, and he can't get there for the time being.

"Fuck..."

"The dog's nose is really smart."

Under the heavy rain, Pan Ming was stunned.

Almost all the residents of Baker Street fell into a deep sleep, and only a few households had their lights on.

Among them, the most eye-catching is No. 221b, the legendary house number.

On the second floor windowsill, four heads were squeezed.

Lu Li and Duke, even if they turned to ashes, Pan Ming could recognize them, and then there was Sherlock Holmes, an elegant and thin gentleman.

Only what the **** is that giant!

The head is as big as an umbrella, and the mouth can at least hold a whole roasted chicken.

King Kong version of John H. Watson?

When he stared at Lu Li, Lu Li felt something, frowned and looked towards the street corner.

Nothing at all.

But his intuition told him that something was standing there.

Immediately afterwards, Duke's voice sounded: "I feel like someone is watching."

Watson looked suspiciously along the line of sight of the two of them, except for the hazy darkness and the fine rain feet, there was nothing there.

"There seems to be a young man standing there. He looks a bit like the two of you, with black hair and brown eyes, but he looks a little indifferent..."

"Uh, he suddenly laughed."

"You know each other?"

Due to Dr. Watson's size, Officer Wensley was pushed behind and could not see anything, but after hearing Sherlock Holmes' voice, he had a vague idea in his heart, and unconsciously touched his waist with his hand. There was a small pistol there.

"know."

However, an unfamiliar voice suddenly came to mind in the room, causing the police officer to shudder uncontrollably.

On the other hand, Duke couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth and finally converged. If nothing else, this was the first time the three of them met during the official exam and participated in the action together.

Fair and handsome, her body has grown a lot taller.

Lu Li couldn't help but wonder what caused Pan Ming to change.

Of course, the situation is not right. There are vicious dogs downstairs, and there are Sherlock Holmes, Watson, and Wesley police officers, three new friends who have just met and who are not very close.

"Sure enough, they are two friends."

Holmes had a smile on his face, but he didn't know why, after the close encounter, he felt a vague resistance to Pan Ming in his heart.

It stands to reason that when we meet for the first time, it's not like we meet each other, and there shouldn't be any bad feelings.

But the big detective was really uncomfortable. It was only because of Lu Li and Duke's face that they greeted him with a smile. If they met on the street, they would at most pass by.

Strange day.

First, I met two new friends who were very cordial, and then I met a mysterious young man who had never been seen before but was instinctively disgusting.

Also, they have a good relationship.

When Sherlock Holmes was puzzled, Bai Yu and the others also understood the meaning of the two bosses who were unwilling to come out. They stopped circling the street and ran directly to other areas.

In fact, if Pan Ming had not recognized them during the pursuit and knew that they were from the same class, the three would have been eliminated long ago.

oooooooo...

The barking of the dog is getting farther and farther away~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Several households have started to turn on the lights, and a scolding voice can be vaguely heard:

"Whose dog is so annoying? Don't sleep in the middle of the night..."

Click.

Dr. Watson took back his head, which could be used as an umbrella, and closed the curtain, thinking:

With such a heavy rain, no one will see themselves.

"Uh... I don't have time to catch up with the three of you."

Officer Wensley broke the embarrassment with his words. For him, this night was full of magic, but he did not lose his most fundamental judgment.

Now, is the scene a little weird? Maybe the analogy isn't quite right, but that's about it.

Generally speaking, according to Sherlock Holmes's hospitality habits, he would pour people a glass of brandy, and at worst, there would be coffee and hot tea, and he was smoking at the moment.

Dr. Watson scratched his head, aware of this in his heart, but not very understanding.

the other side.

Lu Li, Duke, Pan Ming, the three of them were happy to meet again, but the occasion was not right. They should find a private place to eat and chat.

"Well, I have to go after the three thieves who stole Mr. Johnny's things."

"Duke and I live not far away, on the 23rd, see you during the day... By the way, I've hired a little guy. You can tell him when you arrive in advance."

After talking for a while, Pan Ming re-entered that unknown state, merged with the night and the rainstorm, and disappeared on Baker Street.

There is no love for no reason, and there is no disgust for no reason. Pan Ming has not yet noticed that in Sherlock Holmes' heart, he has been sentenced to death.