Silent Crown Chapter 121: The reasoning should be after dinner

Late night, in a remote bar in Xiacheng District. Baidu search for Geli Literature Net

In the dim light on the table, the sloppy man poured strong alcohol into his mouth, his eyes drunk. His hair is disheveled. His clothes were originally decent and tidy, but now they have become dirty in the ravages of his master without mercy.

It's like the waste that can be seen everywhere in Xiacheng, immersed in alcohol, escaping reality. It's just that he still looks rich and can afford the most expensive spirits.

"***, a bunch of shit!" Lestrade spit out, raised his head and drank the spirits in the bottle, snapped his fingers again, and asked the bartender to take another bottle.

The bartender didn't seem to see it. He didn't respond for a long time. He was furious, and when the table was turned over, he saw a new bottle of wine in front of him.

Even if he was drunk to the point, he could vaguely distinguish: This is the finest whiskey smuggled from Burgundy, 30 years old, rare and good.

Immediately afterwards, a figure sat opposite him. The silhouette looked well-dressed, full of elegance and gentle tone:

"Hey, friend, do you mind if I sit here? I have gained a lot recently. Open a good bottle of wine to celebrate. I need a friend to share it with me."

Lestrade raised his eyes and glanced at him, but he was so drunk that he couldn't see his appearance. The visitor took off his top hat, put it on the table, opened the bottle gracefully and smoothly, and filled a glass for him and himself.

"Come, to the great Avalon."

The gentleman kind of person raised the glass, Lestrade hesitated, curled his lips, and held the glass: "Go to his mother's Avalon."

Drinking it all, the sweet liquor dipped down his throat, and it seemed that even the drowsy sanity was awakened. He curled his lips and dropped the wine glass. Signed a **** to the person who came:

"Okay, you can go away."

"It's barbaric."

The visitor shook his head and sighed, raised his head and drank the liquor. Put down the glass: "Why drink boring wine alone, friend. Life is short. Always find a friend to express your inner depression. You lack a good audience."

"***, neuropathy..."

Lestrade gave the guy a white look, patted the table and got up, ready to leave.

"Sit down."

Behind him, the elegant voice said.

I don't know why, he has a flower in front of his eyes and his knees are soft. I remade it back on the chair.

"Very good, this is the basis for conversation. Be polite and open your heart."

Just when he was astonished, the visitor chuckled softly: "Introduce myself, my name is Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes.

Meeting for the first time, Inspector Lestrade, I have long admired my name..."

In an instant, more than half of Lestrade's wine awakened. He opened his eyes, and finally saw clearly what the comer had to dress, but couldn't help feeling chills.

Under the light of the flickering oil lamp. The man who called himself Sherlock Holmes sat in the shadows, faint light illuminating his dress, but the dress was animalistic and hideous, and it looked daunting.

Candlelight bounced on his face, but the mottled light and shadow did not illuminate his face, only a blur. In that blur, a pair of dark eyes reflected the light of candlelight, as if burning.

The noise in the tavern seemed to be gone, following the appearance of this man. I was separated from him by some power in an unobtrusive corner.

People come and go, but no one looks here.

The man laughed. Hoarse voice: "It looks like you are still drunk. How about playing a game to sober up?"

Speaking. He took a marble from his pocket and threw it into the wine glass in front of him. Immediately afterwards, two wine glasses were upside down on the table, spinning at a dazzling speed in his hand.

When the short and quick movement was over, Sherlock released her hand and pointed to the two wine glasses in front of him: "Guess, which wine glass is it in?"

Lestrade looked at him alertly, but the man seemed to be smiling, just spreading his hands and waiting for his decision, looking patient.

He wanted to turn around and leave, but the unobtrusive chill made him hesitate.

After a long time, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the cup on the right.

"Beep! Beep! Wrong choice!"

The man opened the cup, and there was nothing in the cup: "If you choose the wrong one, you will be punished."

Slap!

Before Lestrade could react, there was a burning pain in his face. It was a slap in the face.

A slap in the face of disdain, sarcasm, and ridicule.

"You fucking..."

Lestrade was furious, slapped the table, and was about to raise his fist to hit this guy's face, but saw the man lift his eyelids, glanced at him, and his voice was as cold as cold. ice.

"I said, sit down!"

Boom!

Lestrade sat back in the chair involuntarily, as if his body was out of control.

A biting cold rushed from his heels to the back of his head. The cold sting called fear cleared his mind and barely awakened from the drunkenness. But he would rather be drunk and unconscious.

"Okay, let's continue playing the game."

On the table, the two cups moved again, and soon stopped again. The man laughed softly: "It's time to choose again."

"What on earth do you want to do?!"

Lestrade glared at the figure in front of him: "You'd better be clear, asshole, otherwise you wait to be put in jail and receive the caress of a group of men!"

"Hehe, are you finally awake?"

The ghostly man chuckled softly, "It's a pity, I want to play two more rounds. But now it seems that I can start talking happily."

"Talk? Are you dreaming!"

Lestrade took a sip, feeling that he had seen through the nature of this guy's fierceness, and sneered: "When tomorrow morning, I will have a good talk with you in the prison's detention room! Then you will know what. It's called regret."

He stretched out his finger and pointed the guy's chest with a gloomy expression: "You better understand who I am!"

"Too unfriendly."

The man shook his head and sighed, reaching out and holding his fingers: "It's really, too unkind."

Lestrade was taken aback and wanted to pull out his hand, but he felt that his hand was like a pair of iron tongs, clamping his fingers tightly!

I can't move.

"I know who you are, but you haven't figured it out..."

He heard the hoarse laughter:

"——Who am I?"

Kap!

The crisp sound suddenly sounded, it was the sound of fractured joints.

Lestrader's complexion changed, and immediately opened his mouth and screamed. But he couldn't make a sound, as if his throat was blocked. The pain stimulated his nerves and brain, and he was almost crazy.

He convulsed, holding his severed finger, screaming silently, twisting his body, shaking hard, his eyeballs almost protruding from his eye sockets.

"Now, can you calm down?

Mr. Lestrade, I came to you just to communicate with you friendly. Why are you so rude? "

The man smiled, lowered his eyes, and looked at his face: "Or, the emotional dispute between you and your noble-born lady made your sanity a little out of control?"

In the midst of pain and fury, Lestrade finally understood one thing, the guy in front of him... is a lunatic through and through!

He glared at the **** and questioned hard:

"You investigate me!"

"Survey? You?"

The man who called herself Sherlock was stunned, as if he had heard a joke, glanced at Lestrade's face, and shook his head seriously.

This was a disdainful response, full of contempt and indifference, and Lestrade felt humiliated.

His face is flushed, he gasps heavily, his eyes are full of killing intent: "No matter how you know~IndoMTL.com~ asshole, I will kill you, understand?! I will kill you!

You and the things you found will be thrown into the stinking ditch with you! "

"Inquire? Hahaha, let's see how you look like, sir, you write everything clearly on your face."

The **** guy laughed, and suddenly got up, stepped on the table, and looked down at him condescendingly. The man raised Lestrade's chin with his cane and stared at his pale face:

"Do you know a subject called deductive method? May I give you a demonstration?"

He paused and laughed meaningfully:

"Next, it is time for reasoning. (To be continued)

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