Chapter 21 Other people’s children “?” …

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"..." How should I ask? Liu Shu didn't know if what he saw now was the same as what he saw.

Soon, it was their turn.

"Use this." A doctor wearing glasses placed the building blocks in front of Liu Shu. He needed to judge her mental state from the sand table built by Liu Shu.

Bruce had taught her how to do it.

In the end, Liu Shu used all the materials to build a shabby castle. If any part of it was removed, it would collapse directly.

"Little Grace is very intelligent, but her condition is a bit dangerous. Are you considering hospitalization?"

"Can I take her to the lawn outside for a walk? I want to see the environment here." Bruce did not answer directly. He took Liu Shu's hand again.

"Of course," the doctor pointed out the window. "The scenery here is beautiful and will help the patient recover."

The weather today was unusually good, and the clear chirping of birds could be heard. Liu Shu and Bruce walked to the bench together.

"Is that a shrike?" There was a little bird on the top of the tree.

"Yes, what did you find out just now?"

"What color is it?"

"This is a brown-backed shrike."

"That's okay." Since he could recognize the types of birds, there was no problem, Liu Shu sat down.

Maybe there is something special about Baimen. This place was built to obtain memories, so it is normal for her to notice some subtle fluctuations left behind.

Bruce was not here to identify birds, so he sat down as well and looked at the people around him with confusion.

"For a moment, the world seemed to lose its color." Liu Shu was describing the symptoms, but she noticed two people coming towards them.

"You will never guess what I saw. No, no, no, I'm not using a metaphor, I'm describing it exactly." The two men hadn't discovered Liu Shu and the others yet because they subconsciously found the most secluded place.

But the sounds were getting closer and closer, and it seemed that they also took a fancy to this nice place.

This ultimately resulted in the four of them staring at each other beside a bench hidden by the bushes.

"Hello?" Bruce initiated the conversation first. He couldn't stand the stares from the other side. He would not be so blatant when observing others.

"Hello." Sherlock suddenly smiled, his eyes shining, and judging from his facial muscles, the smile was sincere.

"Jack." He held out his hand to Bruce.

"Marlon, this is my daughter, Grace." Faced with the young man's provocative behavior, Bruce did not refuse to shake his hand, but he just shook it a little hard.

Just a little bit.

Liu Shu looked at Sherlock's expression of pain, and the only thing in his mind was "Serves him right." He actually dared to look at Bruce with that kind of eyes and even used a pseudonym to test him. Wasn't he asking for a beating?

Afterwards, Bruce and Sherlock looked at each other quietly. They both knew in their hearts that the name the other party reported was a fake one.

"Holmes." Liu Shu spoke up, breaking the deadlock.

"That's not fair." Sherlock turned to look at Watson.

Why couldn't his assistant call out the name of the person opposite?

Watson looked at the three men, each pointing at himself with a puzzled expression. "What's wrong?" He had been feeling completely lost today. His previous conversation with the doctors had been terrible. Even though they hadn't noticed he was a mentally ill patient, the vast expanse of white in the room still gave him a headache.

He could hardly tell the difference between the ground under his feet and the sky.

"No, it's none of your business." Sherlock began to stare at Liu Shu intently again.

Now Liu Shu knew why Bruce treated him like that. You local detectives are so rude.

Bruce blocked Liu Shu. He frowned and said unhappily, "What are you going to do?"

"Maybe I can report you for employing child labor?" Sherlock raised the corner of his mouth, as if he had caught the other person's handle.

Liu Shu poked her head out from behind Bruce. She felt that this time the double row would be upgraded to a four-person row.

"Destiny." This word was Rusty Lake's invitation to a lady. Liu Shu could tell from Sherlock's expression that he hadn't found out yet.

"What do you mean?" Sherlock's expression towards Liu Shu was quite kind.

"Your assistant is lost in his memories. Do you need help?" Liu Shu could see that something was wrong with Watson, and there was a trance in his eyes.

“…”

The great detective looked back vigilantly. Perhaps the abnormalities around him were the most difficult to detect. Only after being reminded did he see Watson's current situation.

"How are you?"

Liu Shu thought he should ask 'what's wrong', "If you want to wake a sleepwalker, you need to make some big noise."

She pulled out a baton from behind and hit Watson hard.

Sherlock was unprepared for the little girl's incredible speed, and he watched as the stick nearly hit his assistant.

The baton that was struck by the sword force froze, but Watson was not injured. Everything he saw, starting from the tip of the baton, began to turn colors. He saw dark green bushes, gray tree trunks, and the gorgeous shrike at the top.

"Be careful, something's wrong here." Liu Shu felt that the White Gate could make normal people abnormal, and abnormal people even more abnormal. She retracted the stick and hid it behind her. No one except Bruce noticed the frost on it.

Of course, this stick was also pulled from his body.

"Thank you...thank you." Watson touched his heart and gasped for breath, as if he had experienced a nightmare.

Soon, he recovered.

"I'm John Watson. Are you here to investigate too?" Watson looked at the building in the distance. His self-introduction was the most sincere here.

Please choose your teammates, 'The world's first and only consulting detective', 'Gotham's Dark Knight', 'Xianzhou Yanou', 'Sharpshooter and former military doctor'.

"We can do this together." Sherlock guessed they had no conflict of interest.

"Why are you here?" Liu Shu took a step back and sat back on the bench.

“…”

"Rusty Lake?" Bruce said a word, and he keenly realized what the Sherlock Holmes detective was pursuing.

"Of course, that's it." Sherlock nodded. "I want to find a suspect in a case here."

"Bob, after his girlfriend's death, was fired from his job due to a mistake and is now receiving treatment at Baimen."

Liu Shu knows what Bob, the mastermind behind Rusty Lake, wants from him. White Gate, ostensibly a mental health center, secretly steals the memories of its patients, turning painful memories into black squares and good memories into white squares.

Sinking these blocks into the Rust Lake can keep it running, thus achieving immortality through some special means.

It's not hard to imagine the consequences if this matter were known to the top leaders of the country. Liu Shu can trust Bruce, Sherlock, and Watson, but she also believes that the powerful humans will stop at nothing in their pursuit of immortality.

"There is still space underground." Bruce and Sherlock have already talked about the internal structure of the white door.

Liu Shu looked at the two detectives who were talking happily. They confirmed each other's guesses, and also sorted out the clues from them to supplement their own conclusions.

"It's amazing, isn't it?" Watson sat down next to Liu Shu. He stayed with Sherlock just to witness this.

But it was the first time he saw someone who could pick up on this 'freak'.

If I stay here any longer, I can see something even more magical. Liu Shu glanced at the white gate in the distance.

“It’s a pleasure to work with you.”

The end result is that Liu Shu and Sherlock investigate together in the White Gate, while Bruce and Watson go to Rusty Lake.

The troops split into two groups. Liu Shu was with Bruce yesterday and found out that he had found out that Winnie and her sister were not actually together, but one was in White Gate and the other in Rusty Lake.

Both places are worth exploring, and the White Gate also received two patients, Grace and Jack.

First day.

Sherlock opened his eyes and got up from the single bed.

Maybe he should have breakfast. He saw food and water on the table, as well as a cup of coffee. Doctors usually remind patients not to consume foods containing caffeine, such as coffee and chocolate. Bai Men didn't seem to care about this, so Sherlock took a while to finish them.

He walked to the bottom of the clock and saw a chart: Patient: Jack Brown, Date: 17.08.****, Condition: Calm.

The form lists the time and things that need to be done in each time period. Getting up and breakfast at 7:00 and 8:00 have been marked with red lines, which means that these things have been done.

Sherlock raised his head and looked at the clock. It was nine o'clock and what he had to do was wash up.

The room is square and the toilet is separated by a wall.

He walked to the mirror and looked at himself.

After washing up, he began to explore the room.

In addition to the dining table in the center of the room, there is another table next to the only window with a desktop computer on it.

Sherlock clicked a button and the screen showed 'Cognitive test starts at 15:00'. He took a few steps back. There was a cabinet beside him, but there was nothing of interest.

When the curtains were opened, a butterfly was seen outside. It stayed in Sherlock's sight for a moment and then flew away.

He turned and walked to the bed. There was a calendar on the bedside table with a mark on today.

There was a sign on the box next to the low cabinet at the end of the bed saying 'Entertainment activities start after 20:00'.

Sherlock casually pulled the quilt. Last night, he found something left by the previous resident in this room, but the box was tangled with ropes and he couldn't open it.

The things were now placed under the bed. After making sure they were not visible from the outside, he pressed the room inspection button next to the door.

bzzz——

"Hello, how are you today?"

Sherlock nodded.

"Do you remember what you had for breakfast?"

Shake your head.

"Thank you for your cooperation. I will come again tomorrow."

The door closed.

Although he really didn't want to waste time like this, Sherlock still completed the test on the computer. His evaluation was: Normal patients wouldn't do this.

A food cart was brought in at dinner time.

Food, water, and a capsule.

Sherlock made a feint and hid the medicine in his sleeve.

Before starting today's entertainment, he walked to the window.

He saw Grace, who stood on tiptoe and handed a knife to Sherlock in the room.

Last night he sent a code message to the neighbors, saying he needed help.

Now help is here.

Sherlock used a knife to cut the rope. It was strange that the thing that he couldn't untie yesterday was cut easily today.

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