mousepad-d2 Chapter 3, EVE 2
Chapter 3, EVE 2
The first half of the night passed especially slowly.This night was another full moon night, but the dark clouds quickly covered the moon, and there were no stars. The thick dark clouds seemed darker than the pitch-black sky.The thirteen people sat together in twos and threes. At first, they occasionally spoke a few words, but after a while, only soft breathing remained.
There was only one paraffin lamp on the table, the flame flickered and hissed.With the trembling firelight, Sherlock quietly observed everyone from a shadow in the corner.The only bed in the room is reserved for the little Thrush and the little girl Olos. The two children are probably the people who *sleep* the most soundly in this room.Remos leaned against the bed* and closed his eyes wearily.
The tall and thin young man Lyle Walker hid behind the strongest and strongest man, Algernon, curled up with his knees* curled up*.Algernon sat on the ground, and from his angle he could see the dark night sky outside the window.
Lawrence was still babbling about Nixie Gill, Andrea Haas and Rosalind Susie. Nixie looked very appreciative, with a pretty face pale with fright under the light, and Andrea She was more in contemplation, while Rosalind looked impatient and glanced at John and Sherlock from time to time.
Mycroft and Greg sat a little far away from them. Greg, who had rested for a day, recovered well, and he and Greg were still discussing something quietly.
Sherlock partly agrees with Andrea's point of view. If they are ordinary people who have never met before and just happen to survive the air crash, then it is more important to work together to leave the island.But is it so?If it is true, how to explain the pair of potion bottles that John hid in his arms?And if everything is true as the game presupposes, John's identity is a witch, then there should be other special identities, and everyone in the room still didn't tell the truth.
Sherlock looked at John, who was also looking at him, and was stunned, as if he understood the meaning in his eyes.But now, they have no choice but to wait.
It was late at night, and the wind outside seemed to be stronger, the panes of the glass panes rattled, and soon the rain began to fall.An abundance of rain on the ocean soon turns into a torrential downpour.The wind and rain beat on the glass window, and poured in through the gap of the window. The splashed raindrops merged into streams of water flowing down the window sill and rolling down to the ground. , the tick-tock-tick-tick became clearer.
The faint flame of the paraffin lamp on the table had been extinguished at some point, and the room was pitch black. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning tore through the sky, and then a thunderclap exploded in the air.Immediately after a "bang", the wooden door of the stone house suddenly flew open.The strong wind and heavy rain rushed into the house.Rumbling thunder followed.
"Wow—" the girl let out a crisp cry.A petite figure rushed out of the door facing the wind and rain.
"Olos!" It was the voice of Remos, and another shadow rushed out.
"Turn on the lights!"
"Close the door!"
"Catch them now!"
"dad-"
There was chaos in the room.Sherlock didn't even bother, he followed Remos and rushed out of the door immediately, it was raining heavily outside, in the white light of lightning flickering and dimming, he could only see the shadows of trees around him, the sound of rushing rain and rumbling noises. The thunder cut off all the sound, and he chased a fuzzy black spot not far away for nearly 10 minutes through the heavy rain curtain. Suddenly, the black figure fell down.Sherlock struggled to pull out his legs that were stuck in the muddy ground, and tried to speed up his pace. Finally, he found a face-down person among the piles of wet dead leaves.
This person is tall and slender, with wet black short ear-length hair, a brown T-shirt and something called jeans *wet *wet* clinging to her body, beside her naturally hanging hands, there is a pair of fire Red high-heeled leather shoes.Sherlock turned him over, and it was Rosalind.He sighed.At this time, there was a dead leaf on her plump red lips, and there was a lot of mud on her white face. She closed her eyes, and seemed to be peaceful, but her breathing and pulse had stopped.The thunder gradually subsided, the rain gradually stopped, and the woods gradually returned to silence, as if nothing had happened.
"Tick tock" a drop of water fell from a leaf and hit Rosalind's jeans. Following the direction of the water drop, Sherlock squatted down and took out a red card from the right pocket of her pants. The face of the card depicts a black wolf, which is a werewolf.
"Sherlock." John's voice sounded from behind him, he turned his head, the bright moonlight shed a few gleams of light through the dense leaves, John stood in the dim moonlight, dripping water all over his body, one step behind him , is Remos holding Olos.
"What's going on!" John stepped forward quickly, and then he saw the dead Rosalind at Sherlock's feet and a card in his hand.
"So, there really are werewolves, and Rosalind is a werewolf?" John murmured.
"Then what should we do?" Remos asked not far away, without coming over.
"You go back first."
"Remos, take Olos away first, I'll stay here. Be careful on your way!"
Remos had no objection, and turned to leave with the drowsy Olos in his arms.
"Sherlock, now, tell me who you are!" John whispered, looking into Sherlock's eyes.
Sherlock gestured for him to reach out, and slowly scratched a word in his palm.
"I thought you ran after Remos."
"I thought so too."
"Anything? Why Rosalind?"
"She happened to fall on this pile of fallen leaves, but there were no other people around except our footprints."
"There is no wound on her body, and the time of death should be within half an hour." John checked around and said.
"There are no wounds, and there are other ways to kill, some of which can be arranged in advance." Sherlock looked at John with a questioning look, John was stunned, and shook his head slightly at him.
"As for why Rosalind? After listening to each of them this afternoon, who do you think is the most likely if there is a werewolf among these people?"
"Well, Little Thrush and Olos are just children, Remos and that Mycroft have been running for everyone, Greg should be innocent, and so are Miss Jill and Lyle, they're just freaking out, haha I think she has as good reasoning powers as you, Miss St. Algernon doesn't talk much, and Lawrence, though he does talk a little, has always insisted that the game is real, while Miss Susie has been Denying the existence of werewolves, if the game is real, then her refutation is indeed too deliberate."
"Ha, John, it seems that your brain has really opened up!" John rolled his eyes, but Sherlock ignored it and said in a complacent tone, "But there are two inaccurate inferences. First, the child It cannot be used as a guarantee to clear the suspicion. Second, there is no comparison between Miss Haas and me!"
John laughed out loud, and then said seriously, "So, Sherlock, the real game has really begun?"
Sherlock didn't deny it, "The rain has stopped, we should go to the waterfalls and see the *dead* boy."
"What? Now! But what about Rosalind! The others—"
"Oh, come on, John, I just praised you! Do you think there are still a few people who will stay in that impostor Mycroft's stone house! As for Rosalind, stay here." Without waiting for John Objecting, Sherlock pulled him to stand up.
"Sherlock! It's late at night!" John couldn't help shouting, "And we are in the depths of the jungle full of danger!"
"Of course, first we have to find the inland river that goes into the sea." Sherlock took out a pair of men's glasses from his coat pocket, "After 200 years, human beings will not be able to accomplish anything, but fortunately this little thing is not so bad thorough."
"What is this—no, where did you get it?"
"Oh, of course when he put it on the cabinet casually." Sherlock put on his glasses, pressed the studs of the glasses, and a picture frame similar to a toolbox popped up in the air in front of them. Commonly used tools in daily life, Sherlock waved his hand, checked the two functions of compass and flashlight, the menu in the air gradually disappeared, and turned into a circular compass dial, which clearly displayed the direction, latitude and longitude.It turned out that they were approaching the south of the island at this time, and the river was not far away from them.
"It's an amazing invention." John admired softly.
A compass wheel in the air casts a gentle white light, illuminating the path a few steps ahead.
"Come on, John." Sherlock took the lead in striding forward.
Under the moonlight and lamplight, they walked through the thick jungle, and in the rustling of the leaves blown by the wind, they vaguely heard the sound of running water.A river flowed in front of them. After the heavy rain, the river bed was much wider, and the river was full of water, sparkling under the soft light, and seemed inappropriately calm and peaceful in the depths of the perilous forest.Walking downstream along the river, at a certain bend, the current suddenly became turbulent, the sound of the water became louder, and white mist rose from the forest.Not far away, a cluster of waterfalls is clustered in a valley, some with a drop of more than 100 meters, the smallest is only about 30 meters, and the width is within 50 meters.
"Wait, I seem to see—" John frowned suddenly.
"what?"
"No, it's not counted, I was wrong."
"Here we are," Sherlock said.It was nearing dawn at this moment, when the night was at its darkest.
"Sherlock be careful!" John suddenly yelled and rushed towards him. Before he finished speaking, a sharp arrow whizzed through the white mist. Their hands tightly wrapped around each other's arms, and they fell backwards. .
With a "plop", they fell into the waterfall together.
"Although it's just a shallow pool this time, I really don't want to taste this taste again." Sherlock muttered and pulled John up to swim ashore. Before he could stand still, two giant wolves with pitch-black fur rushed forward.
"Sir Lygoni! Remos!" John shouted in a hurry, a wolf paused slightly, Sherlock pressed the stud of his glasses hard, and a white light that was a hundred times stronger than before shot out quickly, Picking up a few messy branches on the shore, throwing some to John, the two stabbed at the wolf fiercely.
"Aw!" I didn't know where the poke hit, but only heard a scream, the two wolves took a few steps back, turned around sharply, and quickly disappeared into the dark night and heavy white mist.
"To be honest, John, who did you just see?" Sherlock looked at John meaningfully.
"I seem to see Remos, but it's just a flash. I must be wrong."
Sherlock raised an eyebrow, noncommittal.
"Will they come again?" John gasped.
Sherlock shook his head: "It's almost dawn." In the eastern sky, Venus is looming.He walked towards a small mound not far away, and John followed.
The dead boy looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, and he had time to be hastily buried under the waterfall. The heavy rain washed away a lot of sand and soil, exposing a section of his *pants* leg.He had scrapes and abrasions all over his face, arms, and legs, which was no surprise to a group of survivors like them, and Sherlock *raised* his lips again. clothing. "Ah, look, it's here!" He pointed at the boy's left *waist, where there was a wound of a different shape, "It's a bite wound, the fangs of a beast, the wound is not big, but deep."
"Could it be the two wolves just now?" John asked.
For the first time, Sherlock showed a confused expression on his face.They came to the future, a world beyond the past. The island itself has hidden mysteries, and the brand-new technology adds a lot of uncertainty to this mystery.
In the past, he was keen on solving puzzles. Even though he didn't care about the joys and sorrows of the perpetrators and victims behind the puzzles, at least they all had a clear motive. Even Moriarty, of course Moriah Dee has a motive too, and his motive is to prove that only he can defeat Sherlock Holmes.But now, on this island, he was suddenly lost.Shouldn't their motivation, as Andrea Haas says, be to get off the island together?What prompted them to ignore such an important motive and instead let a game dictate it!Unless, unless—
"Sherlock, look." John suddenly called out. He slightly turned over the boy's body, pointed to the back *lower* back not far from the wound, and indicated to Sherlock that there was a tattoo there, which was a string. English alphabet "Cupid".
"It's not new, at least ten years old," John said.
Cupid, the god of love.It was a boy who died, and he happened to have a "Cupid" tattoo on his body.
"John, what is Cupid's role in the game?"
"Well, Cupid will set two people as lovers on the first night, and if one of these two people *die* dies, the other will also *die* in love."
couple? "Ah! Unless they are not strangers at all! Unless their survival is not accidental, unless they are willing to abide by the rules of the game because there is some relationship between them and the game just matches their own motives !"
"You have a good point in your analysis, Mr. Holmes, but you lack serious reasoning. For example, I am sure that I did not know you and Dr. Watson before yesterday, and I dare say that you have nothing to do with anyone on the island. But why are you here?"