Chapter 17

What does it feel like to whip a corpse?

An Li: I'm about to experience it:)

An Li was lying on the cold bed. A layer of white cloth was not enough to calm her shivering heart.

If she suddenly jumped up at this moment, the possibility of being shot to death was probably higher than being whipped to death.

… Yes.

A great actor once said that acting as a dead person was the most important criterion for a person's acting skills. An Li's acting skills at this moment could probably go straight to the Academy Award for Best Actress.

She was so cold that her face was pale. Her chest was so flat that it did not rise and fall, but her heart was already turbulent.

Andersen, who was standing next to her, looked down at her soft cheeks and sighed with pity. "She shouldn't have died so early."

Sherlock glanced at him from the corner of his eyes. He grabbed the whip with both hands and pulled it to both sides, as if to feel if the whip was flexible enough.

"Take off the white cloth," he said.

Jasmine, the assistant, was about to step forward, but was blocked by a figure.

"Let me do it." Andersen was about to take off the white cloth.

"You can't.

Jasmine. "

"Why can't I?" Andersen looked indignant and argued with a strong stance. "You're taking revenge on me!"

Lestrade signaled him to be quiet. Quarreling in the morgue was really not in line with humanitarian principles.

What made Andersen even angrier was that Sherlock ignored him the whole time. No matter how provocative he was, Sherlock was indifferent.

Under Andersen's burning gaze, Jasmine, as the assistant, was very obedient. She walked to the "female corpse" and tried to pull off the white cloth.

She pulled it.

"…"

Jasmine pulled it again.

"…"

Andersen: "Don't tell me you don't even have the strength to pull off a piece of cloth."

No one noticed that Sherlock, who was pulling the whip, subtly looked at An Li for a few seconds. He pursed his thin lips, and no emotion could be seen in his icy gray eyes.

"A friendly suggestion. Perhaps you should go out.

The process will be a little bloody. There are barbs on the whip, and when the whip hits the body, it will tear the skin and cut open the wound. The barbs will sink deep into the flesh, and when pulled out, it will cause great pain. Unfortunately, the corpse will not feel anything. "

Coupled with Sherlock's cold and strange cadence of speech, the scene was a little strange and scary.

Even Lestrade, who had seen it with her own eyes, swallowed her saliva. She could no longer remain calm.

Sherlock stepped forward. "I think she's ready …"

"I didn't!!!" An Li, who was lying on the bed, sat up in shock.

It was a large-scale scene of zombies.

"Ahhhhh!"

Apart from Sherlock, the rest of the people almost died on the spot. They were so scared that they wailed like ghosts and howled like wolves.

He almost raised his gun and shot An Li on the spot.

"My God, Jesus Christ, Mother of God!" Lestrade shuddered and instinctively pulled out her gun.

Anderson was the most frightened out of his wits. He almost collapsed to the ground and screamed 'f * ck'.

In contrast, An Li, who had two black muzzles pointed at her, was much calmer.

She raised her hand to indicate that she had no intention of attacking. Before she had time to explain, she was suddenly stunned.

"Strange?"

The man in front of her was wearing a long black trench coat with a white shirt inside. He had a thin and pale face, a tall figure, black fluffy curly hair, and thin lips that were pursed into a line. The familiar lines that could be outlined with his eyes closed were too indifferent and unfamiliar at this moment.

The rest of the people followed her gaze and looked at Sherlock. For a moment, they were confused.

"Sherlock, you know her?"

"What the hell is going on?"

An Li was keenly aware that something was wrong.

Although the man in front of her looked very similar to Strange, his face was slightly younger. If she carefully looked at his facial expression, he seemed to be someone who was difficult to get along with. The worst thing was that the other party's eyes seemed to be able to see through her completely.

The few people present spoke in an authentic English accent. Two police officers were wearing English police uniforms. There was also a young and beautiful lady who was obviously very familiar with the man in front of her. She was staring at An Li vigilantly.

She understood one thing with a headache.

It was probably like last time, where she entered someone else's place.

…

At the same time, Batman arrived at An Li's residence alone.

His movements were so light that the lovey-dovey couple downstairs didn't notice that someone had jumped upstairs.

At a safe distance of two kilometers from here, the agents with the highest level of confidentiality stood silently in front of the escort vehicle with guns in the dark. They were like hard rocks, waiting for Batman to send the Rubik's Cube over safely.

This action was extremely risky. They didn't arrest the mysterious man on the spot, didn't follow Batman to the other party's home, and didn't monitor the situation. This was their trust in Batman, and it was also something that the heroes who had always been anonymous could understand.

There were three sets of follow-up plans, A, B, and C, which were enough for them to deal with various emergencies.

It was almost the appointed time, but Batman didn't make it. They looked at each other, and a senior agent whispered something. Someone got on the car and started to make contact.

At the same time, Batman climbed in through the window after failing to contact An Li.

The little ones in the room were still screaming crazily. When they saw Batman, they were stunned for a moment. Sensing a familiar aura from him, they immediately forgot about their mother An Li and clung to his legs tightly, refusing to let go.

"…"

Batman didn't want to be entangled with them at the moment. He shook them all off and walked into the bedroom. The coffee stains on the table and the floor, the books that were thrown aside, and the table that was pushed to one side indicated that an accident had just happened.

His eyebrows twitched.

It couldn't be —

*

Faced with their interrogation, An Li slowly got out of bed and said, "Sorry, I just entered here by mistake."

"Entered by mistake?" Andersen looked unfriendly. "Then you're really something."

The Rubik's Cube was hidden under the bed one bed away. She couldn't stay here for long, let alone let them find the Rubik's Cube.

An Li was silent for a moment. At the critical moment when Lestrade was about to step forward and detain her, she quietly pinched her thigh. The fierce stimulation of the pain made her eyes turn red instantly. She whispered softly, "Strange … Strange … Sir, what's your name? You really look like my … brother …"

Sherlock had undoubtedly seen through An Li's disguise. The two looked at each other subtly. He didn't refute or respond.

An Li's voice trembled at the end of the word 'Big Brother'. It was filled with inconsolable grief, making one's heart break.

Jasmine's heart softened. She couldn't help feeling touched and wiped the corners of her eyes.

"What's going on?" Lestrade asked.

"My brother … My brother is missing … I can't find him. I heard that there are many unclaimed corpses here, so I wanted to come and take a look.

I wasn't allowed to come in without specific procedures, so I … I slipped in.

Kind ladies and gentlemen, I really didn't mean to do this. Please forgive me. "

"If there's really a corpse that looks like Sherlock, it'll definitely cause a sensation in the city and make the newspapers." Lestrade's expression softened. "Don't worry, your brother is definitely still here."

An Li glanced at the man named Sherlock.

The latter crossed his arms and didn't say anything. He looked at her with ridicule and interest, as if he was waiting to see what An Li would do next.

"No matter what, this is against the law.

Miss, you need to come to the police station with me to register. "

"Okay, thank you."

An Li wiped her tears. Her face was pale, her lips were pale, and her teary eyes were hazy. She looked delicate and pitiful. Only Sherlock wasn't moved at all.

She lowered her head and squatted down under their gazes. She picked up the Tesseract through the white cloth.

"What's that?"

"The urn I prepared for my brother."

"Sorry, I need to check."

"Let's get out of the morgue. I can't stand it here." An Li walked in front. Lestrade held the gun and stared at her, afraid that she would do something strange.

An Li didn't slow down. She walked out of the cold morgue in a few steps. Sherlock didn't watch Lestrade and Lestrade leave. Instead, he quickly followed. Just as the door was about to close, a hand suddenly placed on An Li's shoulder, blocking her way.

An Li turned her head around in annoyance. A pair of grey eyes were staring at her, and the corners of his lips curled up into an arc without any warmth.

"Let's walk side by side."

"…" Damn it.

He did see through something.

"Okay …" Not okay!

An Li broke free from his grip and wanted to run. Unexpectedly, Sherlock was faster. He reached out and grabbed her arm.

An Li bumped into him with the Tesseract. Lestrade staggered and raised his eyebrows at the touch of the Tesseract.

At this critical moment, An Li turned around and rushed into the stairwell. Lestrade and Lestrade quickly chased after her.

When Sherlock pushed open the door and rushed in, the stairwell was unbelievably quiet.

Lestrade and Lestrade looked at each other and wanted to chase after Lestrade to find her.

Sherlock was still recalling the touch just now. He stopped Lestrade and said, "Don't look for her. She's gone."

"How could she have left?"

"She left the way she came.

I suggest you read more of Douglas's books. "

"Wait, I don't understand."

"Her cuffs are stained with coffee stains. However, someone has been guarding the door for the past two hours. Her skin temperature is still at room temperature, and there is no dust on her slippers. Most importantly, if you can use your almond-sized brains, you can imagine that if she had slept in this place for a few hours, she would have been frozen stiff.

This is common sense. "

"…" They looked at each other.

…

On the other hand, the world was in chaos because they couldn't find An Li. The relevant departments immediately launched a backup plan to find her.

An Li opened her eyes again. Batman was sitting on her bed. The little ones were still rubbing against each other. They were so affectionate that she wanted to trample them flat.

The blue light lit up. The two of them looked at each other. Before An Li could explain, Batman immediately took the rubik's cube from her hand and walked out quickly.

"Sorry, I'm late!

Sorry for the trouble! "An Li knew that Batman must be anxious.

"We'll talk about the rest later."

Batman left An Li with a dark back, and …

An Li saw the little ones chasing after Batman. They were so affectionate. She was speechless and grabbed these embarrassing things back.

When she looked up again, the door had been closed.

The little ones sized up the situation and immediately flattered An Li by massaging her legs.

Her legs didn't hurt or itch.

An Li looked at the closed door and suddenly became absent-minded.

Strange … The little ones were sticking to Bruce Wayne and Batman.

They were of good height and body shape. At first glance, they even looked a little alike.

Could it be …

Could it be …

An Li had a terrible idea.