Chapter 61: Does a wheelchair character also need to be operated? "You can first...
"You can sit here and wait."
Before Liu Shu could sit down, the person she was waiting for arrived.
"I haven't seen you for just one night, why are you already wearing a wheelchair?"
Sherlock, who was slowly approaching in Liu Shu's sight, shook his head somewhat unhappily.
“Some people always think it will slow me down, but I can actually run faster without a wheelchair.”
"Your brother replaced your wheelchair, right?" There was no need to take a few steps with the crutches to show her. Liu Shu looked at him as if he was looking at something strange.
"Back to the hospital." Sherlock disassembled the crutches into two sections and put them back into the space under the wheelchair. He now had to rely on hand-cranking. An ordinary wheelchair was indeed slower than he could run.
"Okay, these are for you."
"Shall I take it alone?"
"Didn't you come down here alone?" Liu Shu handed him the things and walked back in the direction he came from. "What's going on?"
When she sent the message, Sherlock also said that he had something to talk to her about.
"We are being hunted now." Sherlock took out the room card and swiped the elevator. His tone was as calm as if he was talking about how many pieces of cake he had eaten today.
"Are you serious? By whom?"
"Rusty Lake."
The elevator is closed.
Liu Shu became alert reflexively, but everything was normal. The elevator did not suddenly go dark, and the mirror next to it did not shatter.
Sherlock noticed her reaction and changed his words.
"Jacob, the owl man."
"Yeah." Liu Shu knew this, and not only that, she also knew about Jacob's past as a sacrifice.
He is a man who will never give up until he has a grudge, and he always has been.
"The soul in the shadow of that corpse is his work." Sherlock was silent for two seconds, watching the elevator floors constantly change. He then continued, "I never thought that one day I would even utter the word 'soul'."
"Is he the one who injured you and Watson?" Although the means of revenge were a bit simple, it was already a serious counterattack. Liu Shu walked out of the elevator and stood by the wall waiting for him to lead the way.
Sherlock nodded at her, "We have a problem now."
"There was no second attack."
"I'm not looking for you anymore?" Liu Shu heard regret in his tone.
"What a shame. I was hoping to seize the opportunity to catch it."
"What are you grabbing with? Your crutch?" Watson teased him from the doorway.
Sherlock smiled. He knew that they had no conditions to do what he wanted to do.
"Take good care of yourself and get well soon." Liu Shu felt that if he stayed any longer, he would be arranged to do something strange.
"You have to be careful." Sherlock looked at the shadow by the door without looking back.
“…” The light in the corridor was a little dim, and Liu Shu stopped.
What happened? I suddenly felt embarrassed to leave.
"Xiao Hei's pursuit is still very complicated." She turned around.
"Xiao Hei?" Watson didn't react.
"It can be affected physically, but it's impossible to kill it directly. It can only be sealed." After saying something that contained a lot of information lightly, Liu Shu saw a person walking out of the door.
"How did you know?" Mycroft seemed to have been there all along.
"Instead of that, shouldn't you go out and look around yourself? Are your men really looking for him?" Sherlock pushed him at the door, seemingly wanting to stuff Mycroft back into the room.
"Why is it Xiao Hei?" Watson's focus was strange.
But this also made Mycroft fall into deep thought - yes, why is it called this, based on the appearance of a corrupt soul, but it seems to be beautified...
Sherlock didn't expect that his assistant could also remind others. He looked at Mycroft silently and received a knowing look from him.
The two of them tacitly agreed not to ask any further questions.
"If you want to catch him, you have to find him first. How are you going to find him?" Liu Shu saw the conversation between the two brothers, but she did not answer. She did not ask anyway. The only one who asked was just a casual question.
"Come in," said Mycroft, pushing the wheelchair. He had been standing for a while.
Their room was a suite with a living room and a lot of space. As for why they could chat at the door just now, it might be because no one lived on this floor.
Liu Shu sat on the sofa and watched Mycroft pour tea for everyone.
"Our current goal is to find and seal...Kuro." Mycroft placed the tea in front of Ryushu.
"How do I find it?"
"There are detectors."
"That's great."
“It needs to be installed throughout the city.”
Then this detector is equivalent to not having it. Liu Shu looked at Sherlock, wanting to hear what he thought.
"Don't you have..."
"Borrowed." Di Ting was still in Wayne Manor. Liu Shu had a video call with it this morning. It seemed to be living well there. It was dressed in new clothes and was as cute as before.
"who?"
"Damian."
"Who's that?" Sherlock had never heard of the name.
"Bruce's youngest son."
How come there's a son after just a few days of not seeing him? Sherlock looked up in confusion, "Just born?"
"I'm old enough to climb snowy mountains."
"How old do you have to be to climb a snowy mountain?" Watson couldn't help but ask. He always felt that he didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence.
"About this height," Liu Shu gestured twice. "He looks a lot like his mother, but in many ways he's more like Bruce. He's a rebellious but still lovable kid."
"You mean Bruce suddenly has a ten-year-old child who comes to claim him as his relative?" Sherlock held the tea.
Liu Shu nodded at him, confirming his words.
Sherlock turned his gaze to Mycroft beside him, "What should we do then?"
"Because it's impossible to install it throughout the city, I had people put the detectors on a car and drive around Gotham. It will take a few days." McCaffrey's choice was correct, but it was not very efficient.
"There will be a delay, right?" Liu Shu didn't think the technology they mastered could compare to the Batcave.
"That's all we can do."
"Hmm—how are you going to seal it?"
"I brought Rusty Lake water."
"?" Liu Shu paused holding the teacup. What did she hear?
"It can suppress Xiao Hei even more than holy water...but the original plan was to completely destroy him. Is it really just a seal?"
One has to admit that Mycroft came prepared, and it was only after his words that Liu Shu thought of the function of the Rusty Lake water.
"Then he should be locked up for a few hundred years." Liu Shu shook his head again, "No, he should be locked up at the bottom of Rusty Lake."
"It's really a headache." Mycroft lowered his head and read the Gotham Daily, seeming to have no pressure at all.
"It's okay if it's not completely resolved. Do you want to leave it to people hundreds of years later?" Sherlock seemed to have read something from his expression.
“I believe there will be a more perfect solution later.”
"Maybe the Owls will still be around a few hundred years from now." It wasn't a "maybe" at all. Liu Shu was concentrating on looking at the teacup, as if he wasn't saying anything.
Watson finally understood that Mycroft wanted to seal them for hundreds of years, but they wouldn't live that long anyway, so he didn't need to worry about what happened afterwards.
Sherlock hopes to solve the problem once and for all, but——
"Isn't there a way to get rid of it? Let's find out where that thing is first, right?"
What the most pragmatic person on the scene said was useful. Sherlock thought about Watson's words for two seconds, raised his cup to Mycroft, and said, "I want coffee."
"No."
“Is the coffee machine just for show?”
Mycroft took the cup from his hand and said, "I almost forgot, you can't drink tea either."
"If you're bored, read a book. Don't cause trouble for me." Mycroft shook his head helplessly.
"Then let me out."
"You'd better find something for me."
"It's broad daylight, so it's okay to go out." Liu Shu glanced at the window a little disappointedly. She knew how to judge the time by the sun, but unfortunately there was no sun in Gotham today, and she rarely had the opportunity to practice, so she had to look at the clock.
"I think too. Staying here and waiting for death is too much." Watson nodded.
Mycroft's attitude seemed to soften a little. He stood up and walked to the window.
"Let's take the car with the detector." Sherlock was ready to go. He took the newspaper on the table and walked towards the door.
"Sherlock..." Mycroft didn't turn around.
"What's the matter?" It was because Sherlock was unable to move around easily. If it were in the past, he would have disappeared long ago.
"Come back soon."
"Well," Sherlock turned to look at Ryushu, "Why don't you leave?"
"Should I come too?"
"Sherlock, I'll leave it to you." Mycroft said this as if she was sure to join them.
"Leave it to me, and you'll give up."
"Haha, you're really humorous. I believe you and hope your trip today will be fruitful."
Ryushu placed his hands on the armrests of Sherlock's wheelchair and started running.
She really didn't want to stay here any longer.
"Wow—" Sherlock looked quite happy.
"Slow down!" Watson had no choice but to run after them, but he did not forget to close the door.
"Finally, I don't have to be in the same space with him." Sherlock said as he pressed the elevator button.
Such straightforward disdain, I hope he really thinks so in his heart. Liu Shu took out her cell phone, but she suddenly remembered what Jason said to her not long ago.
"Didn't you say before that you were attacked by a clown?"
"No, it's in the shape of a clown." Sherlock closed his eyes, as if thinking about something.
"Shape?" Or a clown shape? What is that?
"A stone looks like a balloon, feels like a balloon, and even if it's poked and explodes, it's still a stone."
"The appearance of that soul makes people think it is a clown. Even I didn't react at first... But that soul is still a soul, not a living person." Sherlock held his chin. He felt that he had seen too little.
Watson walked beside him and said as if to agree: "Yeah, the Joker is still in Arkham. I don't know how Jacob was able to create such a disguise."
"Watson!" Sherlock heard a key place name and clenched his fist excitedly, "Go to Arkham."
"Maybe there will be some clues." Liu Shu nodded to Watson. He really is Watson.
"I always thought that Rusty Lake and Gotham were two places that would never be connected." Watson sat in the passenger seat, holding the detector display screen with one hand. His words made Liu Shu and Sherlock look at each other.
"No, remember that little girl?" Sherlock frowned.
"Tina..."
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