Chapter 22: The second round of speedrun contains a hand-drawn circuit...

Inside was a hand-drawn circuit diagram. Why would the previous patient leave behind something like this?

Sherlock looked at the desktop computer. No, such a simple circuit couldn't be a computer.

He hid his things and walked over to the box containing the exercise equipment.

That should be the one controlling the door. Sherlock shook the dumbbell in his hand. This was a weight he could accept.

But would a mental hospital really provide such dangerous equipment to patients with depression?

He needs a screwdriver.

the next day.

Just like yesterday, get up, have breakfast, and wash up.

Sherlock glanced at the table below the clock. Patient: Jack Brown, Date: 18.08.****, Status: Confused.

bzzz——

"Good morning, Jack."

"How are you feeling? I'm here to check on you."

"Was breakfast okay? What would you like for dinner?"

Sherlock didn't respond.

The door closed again.

Turning on the computer, he found that today's training was more difficult than yesterday's.

But for Sherlock, this is just the difference between one plus one and one times one.

Strange, there was a sound of someone running in the corridor, what happened? Sherlock leaned his head against the door, trying to hear something useful.

"Rules...Bob..." "Be careful..."

There was no sound. Sherlock turned around twice. He had to speed up.

At dinner time, I still hid the medicine.

Opening the window, Grace handed him a screwdriver.

Sherlock nodded to her and said he would try to go out that night.

In the darkness, Sherlock replaced some of the wires connected to the door and opened it.

He went out carefully, but there was no one outside.

The occupant of the next room is 'Grace'. Sherlock knows that this is not her real name, but who can stop him from finding her? It will take him some time, but he decides to finish the case before looking for her.

Sherlock knocked on the door, but there was no response.

He did not linger for long and quickly headed towards the location he and the 'Matchstick Malone' had guessed was there.

Very good, there is indeed a road.

But Sherlock was discovered and ran into a hairless man in a suit while walking down the stairs to the basement.

"I'm sorry, sir."

The tranquilizer was effective and Sherlock was unable to defeat the man.

His vision went dark, and when he woke up again, it was already the next day.

On the third day, Sherlock was awakened by the sound of someone knocking on the glass and rushed to the window.

Grace only handed him a butterfly.

"Don't run around." A caregiver came running over from a distance. She seemed to have just discovered the little girl's daily fixed route.

Suddenly, the alarm sounded and the windows were rolled up.

After confirming that Sherlock could not contact the outside world, the room became quiet, but the windows were locked.

The butterfly landed on the table.

Maybe yesterday wasn't a good time to go out.

Sherlock reached out and touched it.

First day.

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

Maybe he should have breakfast...

At nine o'clock, what he had to do was wash up.

bzzz——

"Hello, how are you today?"

The test on the computer is completed.

At dinner time, a food cart was brought in with the medicine hidden in its sleeve.

Get the knife and put away the circuit diagram.

Sherlock did not ask Grace for help that night.

the next day.

"Butterfly." Sherlock gave Grace, who was holding a butterfly outside the window, a machine-like reply.

At night, he tried to knock on the door next door.

'OK', this was the response from the other party.

Day 3.

Liu Shu silently looked at the door that Sherlock had pried open. She found that the man's current movements were strange.

"How are you?"

"What do you mean? I'm fine."

It's really strange. Every move he makes is like... like a game player who is reloading a game and starting over.

Never mind, it's normal for detectives to act weird sometimes. It must be like this.

"Come with me."

Liu Shu walked behind Sherlock with a sword in her hand. The corridor was very quiet at night, and she held the person in front of her.

"Wait a minute, you go behind." There was no light in the stairs going down, and it was not a wise move to let an unarmed detective take the lead.

Sherlock did not look down on Liu Shu just because she was a child. He followed Liu Shu's advice and walked behind her.

"Your sword can also glow?"

"Yeah." Bruce had never asked her this question. Liu Shu looked back and saw that he was eager to learn. This child was curious, naturally.

There were many rooms underground. Sherlock opened the observation window on a door and looked inside. There was someone locked inside with a blank expression and haggard face.

Now is not the time to save people, but it will be soon. He closed the small window and continued to walk inside.

There are some instruments in the innermost room, and the forms and lists on the table can prove that Bai Men is conducting human experiments on patients.

Snap——

Liu Shu took pictures of the evidence, ignored Sherlock's gaze, and stuffed the things into his pocket.

"magic?"

"Um."

A cute little girl who gives perfunctory answers no matter what you ask.

"Don't touch it." Liu Shu interrupted Sherlock's action. When traveling with detectives, remember to keep an eye on them, because these guys' brains are always working, which makes them have a strange intuition about everything and the motivation to reach out.

A black cube in a jar, what is that?

"It's labeled," Sherlock spread out his hands, indicating he had done nothing, "It's the patient's name."

"Tina..."

In the end, Liu Shu took it away because there was something in the jar and special items still needed to be collected.

"Only Bob needs special treatment." Liu Shu typed on the computer. She hacked into Baimen's system and found the doctors' chat records.

'His memory is of vital importance to our institution. - Manager'

Sherlock looked at the words on the screen. He needed to know the time the target was admitted to the hospital.

"Bob entered the White Gate on the 14th, and today is already the 19th." Liu Shu noticed that the person next to him was looking at the date for a long time.

"The 19th?" Why did it feel like a long time had passed?

"Patient: Robert Hill, Date: 19.08.****, Condition: Decayed." Liu Shu found what Sherlock was looking for. This was Bob's to-do list for today.

"Corrupted?"

"Just go and see and you'll know." Liu Shu was ready for a fight.

There was only one room with light in the entire White Gate, but as the last medical staff left, the lights in the room were turned off, and at the same time, the corridor lit up.

A bald man who looked like a manager took the lead and walked to one side of the corridor. Only after he took action did the others dare to follow.

The target was getting closer and closer, and Liu Shu lowered his body and prepared to strike.

She heard the crows cry, followed by sudden darkness.

Oh no, he's trying to escape. Liu Shu swung his sword at the fast-moving black shadow.

"Who turned off the lights?" The people on the other side didn't know what was happening, and a nurse fumbled to turn on the light.

“!!!”

"The patient escaped!"

Sherlock slowly took something out of his pocket as the White Gate employees clearly outnumbered them.

"Stop, I'm a policeman. Baimen is suspected of illegal human experiments. Everyone stay where you are." It was a police officer's ID, and he used it.

Liu Shu looked at his ID in confusion. She remembered that this man was not a policeman?

'Lestrade', a familiar name. Whoever he is, this is not Sherlock's stuff. Liu Shu looked at the detective who quickly put away his things. He didn't seem to let the person opposite him see the photo on the ID clearly.

Someone else wanted to take action, so he rushed towards Liu Shu and tried to grab the child to threaten the "police".

Unable to kill him directly, Liu Shu gently turned sideways, and when the man missed, he struck his solar plexus with the hilt of his sword.

She controlled the force so well that he fainted.

Liu Shu raised her head and her eyes swept over the Baimen employees opposite. Is there anyone else who wants to resist?

Everyone raised their hands.

I don't know what Sherlock did, but the police car arrived soon.

"Sherlock!" A man who looked like the leader shouted, and he seemed very angry.

"Thank you, it's very useful." Sherlock returned his things to him with a smile, then went to find Liu Shu who was squatting by the window without looking back.

"Is that Lestrade?" Liu Shu glanced at the still angry inspector and asked Sherlock.

This is Scotland, the police from Scotland Yard should not be here. Scotland Yard is the London Metropolitan Police.

"Yes, that's him." Sherlock answered her question but didn't look up. He was identifying the bloody feather on the ground. This would be a key clue.

"Owl...it was the crow that turned off the light just now. I heard the sound, but where is the person? This shouldn't happen." Why was there no sound of landing when jumping out of the window?

There was only one window at the end of the corridor. They had just blocked the only exit, and the manager from the white door definitely had not passed by them.

"The monk can run away, but the temple cannot." Liu Shu knew that the man turned into an owl and escaped through the window. If she used all her strength, the people in the corridor would also be injured. Unfortunately, she only made him lose a few hairs.

The bloodstains and feathers on the ground made Sherlock think for a while. His eyes gradually became excited, as if he had thought of something.

"He flew away." It was an affirmative tone.

Liu Shu has always been in awe of the detective community. When looking for someone, they will get to the bottom of it. If the person is alive, they will look for the living person; if the person is dead, they will look for the body. They will investigate every case, and they will also investigate another case within the case. And the most classic thing is that they have to drink strange little potions, no matter whether they are red, blue or green, with labels on them that will make you fall into a coma, have hallucinations and lose your memory, or you can choose one of the two medicine bottles. In short, they all have to be stuffed into their mouths.

Liu Shu's mind is full of cases of detectives drinking potions carelessly. Where is Batman? Save him, only this most rigorous detective can give people a sense of security.

"Yeah." She was silent for a long time and nodded to Sherlock. He was indeed right about this.

"We're going to Rusty Lake now."

"No, tomorrow." Humans need rest, and Liu Shu didn't want Sherlock to set off without making any preparations.

"Bob," she reminded him, standing up, hoping it would give him something to do that evening.

Liu Shu believed that Sherlock's investigation of Bob would not take a whole night, so it should be possible to use this to make him pause and rest.

"You're right, there's another important person." Sherlock walked quickly towards Bob's room.

"No, you can't go in. Bob's condition is still unstable. If you really want to ask, you have to wait until the day after tomorrow." A woman with a mole on her chin stopped the police and prevented them from opening the door.

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