Private beauty care doctor

The big iron gate is electronically controlled, and Francis promised to let us in.

There was a rattling sound from the door.

The big iron gate opened.

Sergeant Sherlock pushed the door lightly, sideways, and let me in.

I went in, and he walked into the yard with me.

This yard, tsk tsk!

As soon as I came in, why did I have the smell of time travel?

The weeds, branches and so on in the yard are all overgrown. There is a swimming pool on the west side of the yard, and the pool is filled with stagnant water that falls from rainy days.

The solid wood door of the building is locked tightly, and there are two probes on the door, carefully watching every move of Sherlock and me.

The windows were hung with thick curtains.

Uh……

Small towns, large houses, closed doors, mysterious residents, and grassy yards.

Is this the realistic version of the vampire family?

I glanced at Sherlock: "Hey, Sherlock, how long has it been since you visited Francis' house?"

Sherlock frowned: "They don't seem to like to be disturbed, and they rarely come back a few times a year. But as long as they come back, they live in the house and don't go out. When eating and shopping, they call restaurants and restaurants in the town. Supermarket, delivered to his door."

Do you see it?Who dares to call otaku, otaku?In front of the Francis family, those nerds and nerds on the Internet are simply weak.

Not a grade at all, no comparison.

We walked to the door of the building, and Sherlock pressed another intercom.

"Mr. Francis, can we come into your house and help you find the cat?"

"Damn, Sherlock, my cat was lost outside, not at home, you just need to help me find it in the yard. If I were at home, I wouldn't call you."

"Oh, sorry, Francis, I'll look around the yard then."

After Sherlock finished speaking, he curled his lips at me.

I shook my head helplessly.

Together with him, along this big house, start looking for cats round and round.

I searched for a circle, and another circle.

No, but I found a lot of suspicious things.

For example, in this building, there are almost no windows that can let in light, and all the windows are tightly blocked.

It was eccentric.

The yard is very large, and it has been turned around three times.

Still haven't found any trace of the cat.

At this moment, Sherlock straightened up, put his hands on the awning, pointed to a winding river behind the big house and said, "J, do you think it is possible for that cat to catch fish by the river?"

I paused: "Uh, this, then, shall we go and have a look?"

So Sherlock led the way.

We pushed aside the weeds and walked for more than ten minutes.

Came to Xiaoheyan.

The river is full of weeds or something.

As we fiddled, we pretended to be cats, meow. , meowing indiscriminately.

Called three 4 minutes.

Suddenly, I subconsciously stopped.

Then, I told Sherlock to stop again.

Soon, I heard a weak meow not far away...

Hey, I found it!

According to the sound, we locked our bearings, and we walked around a rocky beach, and then found a beautiful cat behind a large rock protruding by the river.

Tsk tsk, look at them, this cat raised by a rich family is really exciting.

Not to mention the arms, legs, tail, and eyes, the key is clean and beautiful.

Sherlock took a long breath: "That's it, little Linda, last time I ran to the roof and didn't dare to jump off, I was the one who found the fire escape and carried it down."

While speaking, Sherlock was about to reach out and hug him.

Suddenly, the cat lowered its head, muttered something in its mouth, and tilted its head, as if to say, are you going to grab toys from me?

Don't grab, don't grab, cats, don't be afraid, human beings are here to protect you.

I grinned, grinned, and just approached.Suddenly, I found out that something was wrong!

I wiped it, this cat person, what was talking in his mouth was actually a finger!

That finger is white, short, fat, and strong. It looks like a man's little finger.The cat is muttering in its mouth, and its two beautiful eyes sweep back and forth from time to time, as if it is afraid that we will snatch this finger.

Sherlock saw it too.

Our well-trained U.S. police officers swished in an instant, drew their guns, held the guns in both hands, and aimed at the cats all at once. At the same time, they shouted: "Don't move, you, don't move..."

Don't make fun of Sherlock.

It's instinct.

The U.S. police have an instinct, that is, when they encounter danger or emergencies, they will make the above-mentioned actions in an instant.And when they finish this set of actions, the target pointed at by the muzzle of the gun should cooperate immediately, or put down the knives, guns and other items, or hold their heads with both hands.

Otherwise, they would really shoot!

Meow people care about your business.Take a gun at me, no way, Xiao Miao, I won’t play with you anymore!

At that moment, he twisted his little tail and turned around to escape.

I hurried forward to stop Sherlock from raising his gun.

At the same time, I meowed, pretending.

The meow star, realizing that there is no danger, turned his head again and stared at me with cute eyes.

I went over with a smile.

The cats were wary at first, but it was probably because I had been in contact with the big black cat, and I had the aura of a cat owner on my body.

It relaxes.

Let me come and hold it in my arms.

Pooh!

The cat spit on my hand with his finger.

It looks like he is asking for credit.

Sherlock came back to his senses and lifted his combat readiness.I put the gun back into the holster, walked over, reached out and picked up the finger on the palm of my hand, and pointed it at the sun: "Is this a real thing, or is it a prop?"

The United States is a half-child, and he likes to play some pranks that don't hurt people.

This is close to Los Angeles. They often buy movie props, pretending to be a broken hand or arm, in order to scare Sherlock, a good public servant of the people.

I hugged the cat, leaned closer, squinted, and looked carefully.

The sun is shining on it.

Muscles, tendons, and bones are all complete, properly, human, flesh and blood fingers.

I said, "It's true, it's absolutely true."

Sherlock drew his gun again.

I said, "No, let's look around first, is there anyone with fingers around here?"

Sherlock nodded.

I followed him and started searching the neighborhood.

We searched and studied this finger, and finally we all agreed that this thing was cut off artificially.

Fracture, very smooth.

Click, it's just a knife!

Master without fingers nearby.

Could it, then, be Mr. Francis himself?

Sherlock and I thought of this at the same time, and then, decisively hugged the cat, followed the same route, and returned.

More than ten minutes later, we stood at the main entrance of the Dahaus building.

Sherlock spoke on the intercom.

"Mr. Francis, your little Linda, we found it for you."

"Oh, ouch, thank you for this. You put it in the cat hole by the door, and it will come in by itself."

"But Mr. Francis, we also found something extra, a human finger."

Sherlock interrogated with a look of class struggle.

Unexpectedly, the other end of the intercom.

"Oh, that's my finger. It doesn't matter, let's throw it in together."

I was dumbfounded.

Sherlock: "Mr. Francis, I am a little worried about the current position of your finger, because, as far as I know, the finger should grow on your palm, but now it is on my palm. This... "

Francis was angry: "Sherlock, I like to cut my own fingers for fun. What did I hinder you? Which law in the United States stipulates that citizens are not allowed to cut off their own fingers? Have I violated any law?"

Sherlock...

: "Okay, Mr. Francis, then I will let your little Linda, take your finger back."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, sir, it's what we have to do."

Sherlock asked the cat to rub his finger again, and then stuffed it into the cat hole.

At this moment, I gave Sherlock a look.

The latter understood, and we climbed on the ground together, followed the cat's buttocks, and looked into the hole.

The cat's butt twisted and twisted. Just as it got inside, when the cave door didn't fall down, suddenly, a thick crutch sticked out from inside.

your sister!

I pulled Sherlock, and we both escaped the fatal blow.

We get up.

At the same time, the intercom rang.

"Hehe, Officer Sherlock, are you and your friends interested in the reproductive and excretory organs of this little cat? If that's the case, I will sue you for sexual harassment on behalf of little Linda."

His uncle!

This old immortal Francis with severed fingers!What an old rascal!

Sherlock: "I'm sorry sir, we are not interested in the place you mentioned, we are just worried about your current situation."

"Hehe, I have nothing to worry about. Go back, Mr. Sherlock, pay attention to the new strangers in the town during this time, they have everything, and they can do all kinds of bad things. Also, the cat's excretory organs , I really have nothing to see. Goodbye!"

Sherlock, his lips moved, and wanted to say something to the intercom.

It's a pity that the other end hung up.

Sherlock turned his head and looked at me suspiciously.

I looked back at him with puzzled eyes.

three seconds.

Sherlock was relieved: "J, you are not a bad person, are you?"

I grinned, "Sherlock, I'm a good guy with a green card issued by the US government. I'm a psychiatrist."

"Good, mind. Shall we have a drink later? Then, let's talk about the old guy Francis." Sherlock lowered his voice and curled his lips upstairs.

I said, "I don't mind at all."

Sherlock said ok, and then we walked out one after the other.

When I just walked to the door.

Suddenly, a black van slowly approached.

Sherlock was taken aback.

I took advantage of his stupefaction and pulled his hand.

The U.S. police understood and hid behind the doorpost with me.

I sneak a peek.

After a while, two people got off the van.

I wiped it, all of them are acquaintances.

Old treacherous and slippery Joseph, hey, this, isn't this Dodge?

This guy is awake.

It's just that the legs and feet seem to be falling down and sick, and they are walking with a limp.

The two arrived at the big iron gate, which was still open at this time. The two hesitated and wanted to push it open, but Joseph stopped it.

They pressed the intercom.

"Mr. Francis, I'm Joseph. This time, on behalf of xxx company, I hope to discuss your sale of the drilling platform."

"Hehe, I've said the rules ten thousand times. Whoever can solve the molecular formula I posted on the Internet is eligible to meet me and talk to me. If you can't solve it, please go! If you don't leave, I'll call the police immediately !"

Molecular formula!

My heart moves!The Japanese, Lei Laoxie, including the Taoist doctors, didn't even tell me that there is a molecular formula!