Chapter 31: Not Dead Yet “Why don’t you ask him about the fire…
"Why don't you ask him about Matchstick Malone?" Sherlock became even more curious.
"Because I won't tell anyone, and I don't want to do anything with this secret. Being too curious is not a good thing." Liu Shu didn't look back, she didn't even dare to look at Tim.
The car became quiet.
"Would you like some donuts?" Tim asked the driver to stop. Although this was not his driver, it was his car.
"Aren't you going to eat?"
Watson covered Sherlock's mouth again, "Stop talking."
Tim opened the car door, circled the car, and came to the window where Liu Shu was sitting. Facing her puzzled gaze, he smiled and said, "I'll be back soon."
"You..." Sherlock pulled his hand down and was about to speak when he was stopped again. Watson really didn't want his friend's child to lose a friend and then be angry with them.
Watson let go only after making sure that Sherlock had given up the idea of speaking. He treated this trip to Gotham as a tour.
"How much homework did the teacher assign?" Tim stuffed a paper bag into Liu Shu's hand and handed a bag to each of the two people behind him.
"You can probably finish it in half an afternoon." Liu Shu calculated his homework speed.
"I'm going to take them out for another walk this afternoon," he said, pointing to the two people behind him. "Show me what you make next time. I've watched you make it for so long, I really want to know what the finished product looks like."
"Next time, for sure."
Liu Shu lowered her head and took a bite of the donut. She seemed to have never told Tim that she just liked donuts in general.
The sound of engines rang out, and they were about to leave this temporary parking spot.
"Wait!" Sherlock and Tim called out to the driver at the same time. They looked at each other, then quickly got out of the car and ran in one direction.
There was a gunshot just now, Liu Shu also heard it, but it seemed that no one was hit.
There was also the sound of breaking glass. Yanou was more sensitive to the sound. When she was not far away from Yanou, she trusted Yanou's judgment more.
"You stay in the car." Watson closed the car door that Sherlock didn't have time to close, and he also wanted to go and see what was going on.
Liu Shu followed without saying a word. She didn't think there would be any danger with Yan Ou around.
"He fired a shot at the mirror before he died and his heart stopped beating..." Sherlock first glanced at the scene, then squatted down to check on the person on the ground. This was the sink outside the toilet. The mirror embedded in the wall had been shattered, and the sink and the ground were full of debris.
"It's still possible to save him." Tim touched the 'corpse's' neck. He couldn't give up on him yet.
"If you can't hold on, let me do it." Watson looked at Tim who had already started first aid. He squatted beside him. Cardiopulmonary resuscitation is a first aid measure that requires a lot of physical strength. It is usually better for two or three people to take turns to perform it.
Liu Shu was panting and holding onto the door frame. She ran much slower than them.
She looked at the waiter coming towards her. This was an ordinary restaurant, so this person was not only a waiter, he was also a cashier, and sometimes he would even be a bartender when he was too busy.
"How is he?" The waiter had just come out from under the table. He dared to do so because he found that there was no violent movement afterwards. After he got up, many customers sneaked out. After all, there was no safety in a place where a shooting had just occurred.
"Ambulance." Tim asked Watson to take over and continue performing CPR. Of course, he still had the strength to continue, but there were too many people at the scene and he couldn't go on.
"I've called." Liu Shu shook her cell phone and she also called the police.
"Why shoot at the mirror?" Sherlock looked at the gun on the ground. It was obviously the weapon of the man on the ground.
Before he could find more clues from the person lying on the bed, the person was carried away on a stretcher.
"Just ask him directly when he wakes up." Liu Shu looked at Sherlock who was annoyed. Was he regretting not checking the person first?
If there is no problem with the subsequent first aid, this person can survive. Liu Shu can see it from his condition.
"This is an old customer. Did he drink wine? Or tea?" The expression on Sherlock's face lasted only a moment, and he pulled the waiter to ask for the victim's information.
"Ah, no, he didn't drink. I remember he had a heart disease," the waiter waved his hand, "and he was the only one at that table at the time."
As Sherlock was asking questions, the police arrived.
"What's going on here?"
Liu Shu saw a familiar police team, the same pair who had dealt with the bus bomb before. She took two steps back and stood next to Tim, hoping that the two men would not recognize her.
"Robin's little fan, can you tell us about it?"
Liu Shu stepped back again. If anyone wanted to ask, just ask Robin. She was not a fan of Robin. She pushed Tim to the police.
"Uh... when we came, we found him lying on the ground with a gun next to him, and the mirror was broken by a bullet." Tim felt that the person behind him didn't seem to want to talk to the two policemen.
"Sir, please don't touch the evidence." Another police officer saw Sherlock turning over the lenses on the ground, and she spoke up to stop him.
Liu Shu turned around and asked, why did Sherlock have gloves on his hands?
"Where are you from..." The police also saw the gloves on his hands and the evidence bag handed to him by the trainee police who was unaware of the truth.
"I haven't seen you before?" The policeman began to doubt himself because of Sherlock's skillful technique and matter-of-fact attitude.
Wonderful. Liu Shu looked at Watson who was helping Sherlock open the evidence bag. This man was also very skilled. They just put the medicine bottle on the ground into the bag.
The police were confused as to whether they were the police or not.
Tim had already told the other policeman everything they had seen, and he would have to ask the waiter about the further situation.
"Is there any surveillance?" Liu Shu walked to the cashier counter and saw someone under the table.
"Are you done?" A girl wearing glasses stood up.
"Cecil?" Isn't this the vice president of their reading club? Why is he here?
"I work here," Cecil said, looking towards the crowd of people investigating. "No blood?"
"No one was hurt except for one who had a heart attack." Liu Shu put his hands on the counter.
“Is there any surveillance over there?”
Cecil patted his chest and said, "Yes, do you want to see it?"
Actually, they should have called the police, but Liu Shu felt that they were still entangled with the detective, so it would be better to let her take a look first.
"He looked very scared of his reflection in the mirror." The person in the picture frantically fired a shot at the mirror, and the lens shattered and scattered on different planes, reflecting many of him.
"It's a heart attack," Cecil stepped back. "Why are you guys so serious?"
Liu Shu found that there were many people watching the surveillance with her. She thought it was only Tim. "Sherlock, what do you think?"
"Under what circumstances would a person shoot himself in the mirror and then have a heart attack?" Sherlock smiled. He was very happy that he came to Gotham, where the cases were more unreasonable than those in London.
Tim wanted to say something, but considering Sherlock's hobbies, he lowered his head again.
Liu Shu saw this scene, and to be honest, it looked like fear gas.
"Did Scarecrow escape from prison again?" Cecil took out her cell phone. She had to warn her family to be careful.
"Who is the Scarecrow?" Sherlock reacted strongly. He wanted to know why a case could make ordinary people immediately connect it to the criminal's jailbreak.
"Ah? You..." Cecil was a little at a loss. She thought this person was a local. After all, a person who was investigating the scene before the police was very likely to be a local.
"tell me."
"Let's go out and talk," Tim gave Watson a look, "I'll introduce you."
It was so strange. When Liu Shu thought about telling Sherlock about those bizarre villains, she felt really embarrassed for Gotham.
Sherlock flipped through the pictures on his phone quickly, memorizing the dense text descriptions and extracting the key points.
"But we can't rule out the suspicion of others." He finally said this.
"Of course, but..." Tim asked the driver to turn on the car radio.
"Jonathan Cryer escaped from Arkham in the early hours of this morning..."
"No, no, no, where is his autopsy report?" Sherlock felt that everyone in Gotham was too quick to jump to conclusions. The policeman who just wrote 'scarecrow' in his notes was even more irresponsible than the police in Scotland Yard.
"What autopsy report? He's not dead yet." Watson felt that he and Tim had finally helped save someone's life, and it was too disrespectful for Sherlock to ask for an autopsy.
"Do you think that man's condition looks like he's been poisoned?" Sherlock asked Tim. He didn't find any reaction caused by the toxin in the man's body.
"Scarecrow's fear gas has been able to do this a long time ago. Maybe this time he used a gas that cannot be seen from the outside." Tim guessed that the answer he gave him might disappoint him, but that was all he could say.
This kind of thing has happened before. A poisoned person saw a mirror and thought the person inside was a monster, so he shot at the mirror.
"Let's go to the hospital for a checkup. Their blood test can always tell if he's poisoned, right?" This was the last sentence she could say for Sherlock. Liu Shu picked up the donut she hadn't finished. She hoped that the detective could have a peaceful vacation in Gotham.
If that would stop him, Tim fastened his seatbelt and gave the driver the address of the hospital.
"Can't you check it now? The hospital's examination has been completed a long time ago, right?" Sherlock looked at him. He wanted to know the results faster.
"What?" Check what? Tim thought he had misheard.
"The computing power of the computer you use to work in the manor is obviously different from that of ordinary computers. You pause when you see the code, because you are considering its purpose and the typing technique..."
"I'll check it now." Tim interrupted him. Sherlock was really scary. He would never underestimate this man again.
Liu Shu tried hard to minimize his presence, but this was too funny.
"You even know this?" Sherlock looked at her again. Perhaps because Liu Shu had suggested going to the hospital for a checkup, he swallowed back what he wanted to say and praised her, "Very good."
Next time I will never accompany Tim to take Sherlock shopping. Liu Shu looked at Tim's computer regretfully. She just bought some vegetables before going home and walked home. As a result, she met Sherlock lying on the ground and saying that Batman was the murderer. How did it turn out like this in the end?
"No, he is not poisoned." Tim looked at the blood test report and imaging examination, and there was indeed an unexpected result.
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