Chapter 59: Baker Street's number one killer, Liu Shu, is in the elevator that opens...
Liu Shu saw his classmates in the opened elevator.
"What are you doing..." Winnie looked at Liu Shu in surprise. She thought her friend and the detective were just familiar with each other.
"Um?"
Winnie took a step back and whispered to Liu Shu after she entered the elevator, "Nothing, so you can't continue shopping with me now?"
"It seems so. I am acting as a guardian."
"ah?"
As they talked, Tina quietly observed Sherlock, her eyes full of curiosity.
Sherlock was concentrating on planning his next trip, and there were many annotations on the map in his hand.
"What?" Sherlock noticed.
"!" Tina took a small step back, but there was really no place to hide here.
At this moment, the elevator reaching the first floor was her salvation.
"Okay, if you need me to take you home, call me." Winnie didn't expect that she would lose Liu Shu just by giving her a space to chat.
"Bye." Liu Shu waved. She could see Winnie's helplessness, but accidents have no prelude. Once everything was over, she could go back to school properly...
"What's wrong?" Sherlock turned his head with difficulty to look at Liu Shu. "If you really want to go out and play, just leave at the door later."
"No, it's nothing. I'm with you." However, she didn't know when she stopped thinking about the past. Liu Shu pushed the wheelchair and turned. "Don't keep looking at me like that. Aren't you afraid of spraining your neck?"
Sherlock turned his head and looked at Watson.
"Okay," Watson raised his hand and pointed in a direction, "that way. We can't go through the main entrance."
"Is there no one at the door to take care of this?" Will the security guard stop the patient from leaving? Liu Shu stopped in his tracks.
“But if there’s a doctor who knows us, we won’t be able to get out.”
So cautious, is this a detective?
Watson led the way, "I've been here before..."
"Wait, why are you guys walking out of a hospital like thieves?" This hospital doesn't look like a prison. Liu Shu looked back at the central building here.
It looks like a very formal large hospital.
"Do you think anyone has ordered us to be kept under guard?" Sherlock laughed.
"No wonder." Doesn't that make her an accomplice? Liu Shu compared the severity of her actions in her mind, and then found that even if she put her heart on the scale, it would be lighter than a feather.
"Didn't Bruce come to see you guys?"
"Didn't we run away before he came?" Sherlock didn't know that these words could make people's backs cold.
Liu Shu shook his head, "Being chased by him is not a good thing."
In Gotham, being chased by Bruce and being chased by Batman can both be said as a boast. The former carries a gorgeous pink color, and the latter - is probably a declaration of strength.
"Don't worry, he won't dare to attack us in public." Finally reaching the side of the main road, Watson looked at the vehicles coming and going and said something as if with a sigh.
"Isn't the word 'handle' a bit too strong?" Was she on a pirate ship? Liu Shu loosened her hands on the back of the wheelchair. She believed that Sherlock had already mastered the use of this vehicle.
"Now we just need to..." Sherlock's words stopped abruptly.
An oppressive aura approached quickly from behind. Liu Shu felt familiar. "Actually, I was hoping it was someone else coming."
Jason gave her a questioning look.
"Why did you run out?" He raised his chin, and there was no trace of doubt in his tone. He was very sure that these two people would run around.
"Not bad..." Sherlock turned his wheelchair around and faced Jason.
Watson touched his forehead and didn't seem to want to stay here.
"You'll help us, right?"
"What?" Jason took two steps forward, past Liu Shu. "Just stay in the hospital until your leg is healed, and then wait to be sent home."
"?" Sherlock's eyes widened. "Shouldn't you be causing trouble for Bruce so you let us go and even covered for us?"
“Huh?” Jason rolled his eyes. “What does that have to do with him?”
What kind of image did Sherlock have of Jason? Was this his first reaction? Liu Shu had the urge to abandon all three of them and run. Wasn't it inappropriate to say this in broad daylight?
"Then let's pretend we've never met." Sherlock seemed to want to run away too.
"Wait, you mean, that old guy doesn't let you go out?" Jason reacted.
"What do you want to do?" Liu Shu asked on behalf of Sherlock and the others.
"I think they have some misunderstandings about me, haha." Jason said with a sneer.
Yes, even if Jason really wanted to go against Bruce and cause trouble for him, he couldn't say it so bluntly, right?
"Maybe, but probably not many." Liu Shu felt that Sherlock's description was quite accurate.
"Would I do anything extra just to cause trouble for someone? Are you kidding me?" Jason's face was almost filled with disgust.
Now, no matter what Jason wanted to do just now, he will not help Sherlock and the others.
"Don't look at me like that," Jason leaned against the lamppost nearby, "I'm not going to take you home."
Sherlock and Watson both breathed a sigh of relief. With these words, they felt half relieved.
"Why are you here?" Liu Shu didn't think he came here on purpose to scare Sherlock.
"..." Jason maintained a disgusted expression and threw a small bottle to Sherlock, "Here."
"What is that?"
"Some guy left a bunch of holy water where I work, and I just dealt with it." Jason glanced at his beloved car parked behind him, seeming reluctant to explain.
"So it's the care from family?" Sherlock held up the bottle and looked at the liquid inside curiously.
“…” Jason raised his head expressionlessly.
"Hmm?" Liu Shu didn't know why he didn't react to this.
"I'll take you home now."
“!!”
After finally getting Jason to give up and go home to rest, Watson couldn't help shaking his head, "It's all your fault, you're talking nonsense."
Facing his partner's accusations, Sherlock smiled indifferently and carefully put the holy water into his pocket. He was more interested in these things than learning how to speak.
"Ms. Liu Shu."
"You... just say what you want to say." Liu Shu frowned and looked at Sherlock, wondering why it was so strange.
He had been staring at her from the beginning.
This is the number one killer on Baker Street. Do you dare to look into his eyes for ten seconds?
Liu Shu was still defeated. "If you want to continue staying here, you just need to make him feel that you are safer or more useful here. Of course, safety accounts for the largest proportion."
"So simple?" Sherlock's eyes quickly swept across the parked car across the street.
"Because they just want you not to get hurt."
“…” He lowered his head thoughtfully.
Watson gave Ryushu an approving look.
"Should I tell them, 'Those things have already chased us to Gotham. The closer we get to Rusty Lake, the more dangerous it will be.'" Sherlock's thoughtful words made the two people beside him turn their heads away at the same time.
It was really hard to persuade. Liu Shu and Watson both sighed deeply.
"Since you've tried so hard, there's no need to force you." A voice came from an approaching car.
"Why are you here?" Sherlock turned his head towards the car window, as if he didn't want to see the people in the car.
"If I don't come, will you not go home for Christmas?" McCaffrey opened the car door and walked to his brother.
The man was wearing a suit. Although the color was low-key, one could tell from his aura that he was not simple.
Every family has its own problems. Liu Shu took two steps outside and wanted to sneak away.
"Ms. Liu Shu."
“…” This was the second time, and it was the same family member calling her that. Liu Shu turned around.
"What's up?"
"Don't worry, we won't have any small talk and you don't have to avoid me." Mycroft smiled.
Great, now he can’t run away. Liu Shu had no choice but to stand at a place not too far away.
"You don't have to come over." Sherlock looked up, as if he was not used to looking at Mycroft from this angle. The expression on his face was a little unnatural.
“Just passing through.”
Would anyone really believe that he was just passing by?
Mycroft turned to the other two. "Thank you for taking care of him," he raised his hand. "Perhaps I should buy you a meal."
…
In an overly bright room in Arkham, the employee guarding the monitoring room pressed the emergency button as he watched the screens suddenly go black.
"What happened?!" The voice in the headset was very anxious.
"Surveillance! Something's wrong..." The staff in the monitoring room looked up in surprise, and the surveillance frames returned to their original state.
"There was a problem with the monitoring in the special zone just now, but it's fine now."
"Got it, let's go check the situation over there now."
In Arkham, you must never take anomalies lightly. The vicious criminals will make the careless pay with their lives.
There is a different existence among them. It’s not that he is not cruel, nor does it matter how many people he has killed. It’s just that the entire Arkham needs to pay extremely high attention to deal with him.
The clown sat in his seat with his head down, frowning because the lights suddenly dimmed for a moment. Could it be that someone was escaping from prison?
But his mood soon improved. Although his hands and feet were tied, the shadow slowly approaching outside the cell clearly told him that freedom was coming.
Prison breaks are easy for the Joker, and sometimes it's nice not to do it yourself.
"You want some chaos? Yeah, let me do it, why not?"
The shadow stopped.
The "person" opposite was silent for too long, and the clown raised his head impatiently.
"!" He widened his eyes.
A strange black figure stood in front of the Joker, trembling with his gaze.
"What... Ugh!" Before the clown could finish his words, a black hand grabbed his neck.
People who are dying are always in a mess. Batman stands not far away, and he has an urge not to stop that corrupt soul.
But that was just his idea after all.
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