I weave fate in parallel time and space

When he opened his eyes again, he was tied to a chair, his hands were tied to the armrests of the chair, his feet were tied to the legs of the chair, and his body was completely tied to the back of the chair.

He looked around. It seemed to be a private house somewhere. The decoration was very common in places like the Imperial Capital. The walls were covered with simple wallpaper. There was a sofa and coffee table opposite. It looked like a pretty good place. middle class house.

It has some style, but it's not too extravagant, just a little messy.

Some documents were scattered randomly on the leather sofa, and a real human skeleton was placed next to the table opposite.

On the kitchen counter on the other side, there are a bunch of glass containers used in chemical experiments.The alcohol lamp is heating a glass, and the liquid inside gradually boils as the alcohol lamp heats it.

There's something about this place that looks like a kind of folk Frankenstein's residence.

In front of him, Watson was playing with his wand.

Sherlock held his practicing certificate in his hand. He looked at the words on it and read out slowly.

"Locke, trainee exorcist of the Exorcism Department, 23 years old."

Sherlock took the practicing certificate and opened the page of the photo and placed it next to Locke for comparison. After confirming that the person in the photo was him, he nodded silently.

"This certificate looks quite decent."

"No matter how decent it is, it's still fake." Watson said from one side.

Sherlock nodded noncommittally and continued, "Exorcists are a special private group without certificates. If you really want to pretend to be an official member of the organization, you have to name the organization Mysterious Response An agency or something like that, not this old-fashioned exorcism department.”

He closed the certificate and threw it aside.

Watson also walked over from one side and said seriously, "You can choose to remain silent, but everything you say will become evidence in court!"

Sherlock looked at Watson, "Although the lines are very cool, we are not judging him now, but interrogating him."

"Well, it's my first time doing something like this," Watson said.

"Have you ever seen extremist organizations interrogate people on the battlefield?" Sherlock asked.

"No, but I've seen some videos."

Sherlock's eyes lit up, "Try."

Watson looked at Locke coldly, his eyes as cold as if he didn't put any life in his eyes.

"You'd better tell everything you know, otherwise it will be hard for you."

Locke remained speechless, just watching the two of them.

Watson looked at Sherlock helplessly.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "It looks like he needs some strong medicine."

Then he picked up a whip from the table on one side and pulled it sharply. The whip was instantly straightened and made a crackling sound.

Even if you have never been whipped by this whip, you can still imagine what it feels like when it falls on you.

"Don't worry, this whip won't hurt you, it will just hurt a little." Sherlock comforted, "I often use it to beat corpses, and I know very well what kind of damage it can cause. I heard that some people in Britannia The upper class also likes to let women whip themselves with whips, and I don’t know where this hobby comes from.”

"Snapped!"

Without any hesitation, Sherlock whipped Locke's leg directly.Locke's eyes widened, and his legs began to retract subconsciously, but they were restrained by the rope and could not move at all.

Sherlock whipped him on his right leg again. Seeing that he still didn't speak, his hand moved faster.

"Say it or not! Say it or not! Say it or not!"

Crack the whip for every word spoken.

Locke was struggling in pain on the chair, groaning from his throat, his face was painful and his pupils were painful, and he looked a little ferocious.

He looked at Sherlock who was still shouting "Say no", and he gritted his teeth and made a sound from his throat.

"Why the hell are you asking!!!"

Sherlock stopped his whip and looked at Watson to one side in confusion.Watson also said with some embarrassment, "It seems that I didn't ask."

"You are my assistant now. You have to remind me of this kind of mistake in a timely manner." Charlotte said with a frown.

"Who knows." Watson shrugged.

Sherlock threw the whip aside and looked at Locke apologetically.

"I'm sorry, I thought you were the kind of professionally trained spy who could tolerate this."

At this time, the door on one side slowly opened, and Mrs. Hudson came in holding a plate with three cups of coffee on it.

She put the coffee on the table on one side, and then saw Sherlock holding a whip, Locke tied to a chair, his trouser legs that had been broken by the whip, and the whip with a little bruise on it. mark.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Hudson." Watson said, "We are torturing him. No, we are interrogating him. He has something to do with the murderer of the serial suicide case."

Mrs. Hudson nodded, "Remember to let this friend drink the coffee later."

Then she turned around and left, but when she was at the door she said.

"Also, Sherlock, keep your voice down, I can hear his wailing from upstairs."

"No problem, thank you for your understanding, Mrs. Hudson." Watson nodded.

"Remember to close the door," Sherlock shouted, "and I want something hot to eat tonight."

Mrs. Hudson stood at the door and said gently and seriously, "Dear, I have said many times, I am not your housekeeper." "I want to drink borscht." Watson said.

"I say it again, dear." Mrs. Hudson said helplessly, "I am not your housekeeper."

"Borsch." Sherlock nodded, "It's indeed a good idea."

He shouted to Mrs. Hudson at the door, "I want some borscht, too!"

"pat~"

The door closed and Mrs. Hudson disappeared from their sight.

Sherlock walked to the table on one side and picked up a cup of coffee. He also picked up another cup of coffee and walked over.

He gestured to Watson with his eyes. They seemed to have been friends for many years. Watson quickly understood what Sherlock meant.

Watson reached out and took out a knife from his body, cutting the rope that bound Locke's hands.

But even so, he still couldn't move his arms. Only the forearms below the joints could move, which allowed him to just hold the coffee and drink it.

"We are actually not bad people." Sherlock said.

Locke blew the hot air from the coffee cup silently with trembling hands, and then took a sip.

Then he said, "Then return that thing to me."

He pointed to the wand that Watson had casually thrown on the sofa not far away.

"You answer our questions first." Sherlock said, "What is your relationship with that person?"

"who?"

"The person you chased. The person you chased last night should be the taxi driver driving the Scarab, right?" Sherlock said.

Locke was silent for a moment, but still nodded, "That's right."

"Are you his enemy or his friend?"

"It should be considered an enemy." Locke said, "I am investigating something, and this matter has a lot to do with him."

"What's the matter?" Sherlock continued to ask.

"I can't tell."

After saying this, Locke raised his head and glanced at Sherlock tentatively, but his expression did not change.

In other words, he didn't show any expression when he was whipping him with the whip.

"Of course." Sherlock nodded, "I understand. Who doesn't have secrets in this world?"

"If you give me back my stuff, I can tell you." Locke said.

"Don't worry." Sherlock smiled. He looked at the bruises on his calf that were gradually becoming bruised. Some wounds had even begun to ooze blood. "I have some potions here to treat injuries. Do you want it?" Give it a try?”

He walked to the kitchen on one side and picked up a glass bottle from the table. There was no packaging on the outside of the bottle. It was a typical Sanwu product and seemed to be prepared by himself.

Locke's face turned a bit uncomfortable, "No, thank you for your kindness, I think I'd better uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Sherlock poured the liquid inside directly onto Locke's wound.

Locke cried out in pain, the coffee in his hand was scattered all over the floor, and his clothes and pants were wet.

"Does it hurt that much?" Sherlock asked doubtfully.

However, he was still ready to pour the potion on the other wound.

"Wait, wait!" Locke shouted excitedly, "We suspect he made a deal with the devil!"

Sherlock stopped, with an interesting look on his face, "You mean, there is another person behind this serial suicide case?"

Watson came over, "Is the devil a code name?"

"You can understand it that way," Locke said.

"There is another person!" Sherlock was excitedly spinning around in the living room, murmuring to himself, "a person behind the scenes who directs crimes, an absolute genius, a genius who takes pleasure in creating crimes! "

He looked at Locke and said excitedly, "You are tracking him, right? How much do you know about him?"

It can be seen from Locke's flexibility in jumping between rooftops that this person is not simple. He might actually be a member of some secret organization. This is why Sherlock feels that what he said is credible.

At the same time, he can tell whether a person is lying from his micro-expression, so there is no doubt that what the person just told is indeed the truth.

Locke was still hesitating. Sherlock seemed to want to say something, and Watson on the side said directly.

"Hey Sherlock, something seems a little bad."

Sherlock frowned and looked at Watson, who was standing by the window, looking downstairs through the window.

Sherlock quickly stepped forward and looked out the window. Downstairs, a police car was parked there.

Soon, the car door opened, and Gregson and the few police officers he had seen at the crime scene got out of the car.

Watson looked at Sherlock, "What should I do?" (End of Chapter)