The Black Organization Saves the World[Comprehensive]

On the other side, the seaside lodge.

The sun had just risen, and the rays of light fell on the waves in fine gold. It was a beautiful morning.

Sherlock can't remember the last time he enjoyed a quiet morning. It seems that since he can remember, Fu Zhao has been chattering non-stop in his ear.

It's fun without his interruption, but it's also a little lonely.

"I must not get rid of the aftereffects of the virus..." As soon as this thought came to Sherlock's mind, he was immediately stifled by himself.

The intercom phone in the room rang untimely.

Sherlock picked it up casually: "I don't need room service—"

"Your goose paper is in our hands, prepare 1000 million immediately, or the ticket will be torn!" The man on the phone had a grim voice, and he had no intention of cleaning his room.

Sherlock: "???"

The kidnapper quickly added: "Don't call the police, don't say anything, or I'll kill him now!"

"You guys have 10 minutes to tear up the ticket, otherwise I will definitely call the police." Sherlock tilted his head calmly and clamped the microphone.

Hearing his voice, the man was unexpectedly silent for three seconds: "...Sorry, wrong number."

Kidnapping notifications like pranks, kidnappers whose IQ is never online.

He might as well go out early, look for the legendary kitchen utensils in the cooking area, and take them back for Fuzhao to cook.

Thinking so, Sherlock took a short break to start a new day's work.

This room is located on the first floor, and you can see the bright sky outside the main entrance by walking around the corridor.The hostel owner at the registration office at the door saw the guests coming out, and smiled stiffly as a greeting.

It's hard to imagine that the person who runs this kind of oriental hotel is a Westerner with profound facial features.

Sherlock only met him once when he checked in. Although he didn't forget the identity of the other party, he didn't plan to communicate with him in depth. He just saw his expression and suddenly understood something! "Is that kidnapping call for you?"

The boss in his forties met those sharp gray eyes, and immediately forgot what the kidnappers warned him just now, and nodded involuntarily: "I found out that the child disappeared in the morning... and then I called here..."

"What time did you receive the call? Is there a photo of the victim?" Sherlock became serious, walked to the counter, and searched for the access number record of the landline.

The hostel owner wiped off the cold sweat on his palms with his clothes, looked at the wall clock on the wall and replied: "About nine o'clock, there are photos, and they are hung there."

"Eight fifty-eight." Sherlock had already found the time of the last call, but the internal call did not show the other party's number, so he could only focus on the photo on the wall.

It was a family photo, just outside the hostel, the boss and his son smiling for the camera.

The guilty hostel owner scratched his dark chestnut hair: "This phone is broken, and the number cannot be displayed..."

Sherlock immediately put down the receiver and turned back to the room without hesitation: "They called me by mistake before, so we should be able to find out who called."

"Uh, the phone in your house is also broken."

Sherlock stopped and rubbed his forehead irritably: "This kind of phone can only be used inside the hostel. The kidnapper must be a tenant. Has anyone moved in suspiciously recently?"

The boss looked through the customer information registered in the computer, and knew that he was from the Central District, so he was very cooperative: "The location of this store is not good, and the front is blocked by a luxury hotel. Except for you, only six rooms are still in use."

"Can you find the video of the guest checking in?" Sherlock put his hand on the counter and waited. "By the way, the kidnapper asked for 1000 million. Do you have any money?"

"If you lose the hostel, you can probably get it together." The boss called out the surveillance camera at the door of the store with trembling fingers.

The video shows that the last time a guest checked in was the day before yesterday. Two groups of guests chose different rooms and did not seem to know each other. One of them smoked impatiently at the door while waiting for the registration information.

Sherlock snatched the mouse to pause the video, pointed at the man smoking and said firmly, "That's him."

The boss looked over blankly: "This..."

"The lighter he uses to light cigarettes is not sold outside, but given to guests by the hotel... Do you see the text printed on the fuselage? Half of it is covered, but you can still see that it is from the hotel opposite." Sherlock turned the screen to the boss behind the counter, lightly tapped the disposable lighter held in the palm of the man in the picture, "The child who was suddenly kidnapped is competing for the hotel's employees, and the purpose is to get your hotel. The store is not No matter what, the land is still very valuable.”

He always only cared about solving the case and didn't care about the aftermath. After finishing speaking, he continued with today's unfinished business and walked towards the sunny door.

The owner of the inn came out from behind the counter and stopped in front of him pleadingly: "Can you accompany me upstairs to find him, my child..."

Sherlock understood that he was worried about angering the kidnappers. This kind of petty criminal was far from the standard of a "super villain", but he looked at the time on his watch and decided to go together.

The perpetrator who made the kidnapping call lives at No. 220, diagonally above Sherlock's room.Thinking that the plan was sophisticated enough, he was still smoking in the room after the kidnapping notice was issued, and was startled by the person who suddenly opened the door.

"Cough cough cough! Boss, if you want to clean the room, at least let me know in advance!" The kidnapper choked on the smoke and couldn't find the ashtray, so he simply covered his mouth and extinguished the cigarette in the glass.

The boss clenched his fists to strengthen himself, opened the door completely to block the exit and asked, "Where is my son?!"

"He's at coordinates 195, 385, as long as you prepare 1000 million now, you'll have time to go there..." The other party was only surprised for a short time when his identity was revealed, and immediately put on a vicious threat.

Sherlock looked down at the soot falling to the ground, and moved his gaze behind him, interrupting his words: "Members of the Central District Security Bureau are currently investigating a kidnapping case, and the conclusion is that you are welcome at the Vulture Bay Prison."

The kidnapper, who was 1.9 meters tall, was stunned when he heard the words: "Superhero? I definitely didn't kidnap. This is a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"

Sherlock's sharp eyes fell on the man's face, and he waited patiently for the next sentence.

The kidnapper, who seemed to be very difficult to provoke, immediately confessed truthfully: "...Okay, okay, I recruit! His son was invited to stay in the hotel next door. It is a five-star hotel, and he was absolutely not harmed."

"Personal injury is a felony in the city law. How dare I kidnap! After I planned to trick you and other guests out, I set the hotel on fire and pretended it was a fire. My boss also wants this land very much. He said your store It’s gone, I definitely don’t have the money to renovate and open it again…”

"Where is the person? Who cares what your boss says, hand over my child!" The hotel owner rushed into the room and grabbed his collar and shouted.

The kidnapper who happened to provoke Chaoying trembled, broke free from his grip, turned around and tidied up the ignition device in the room: "I was wrong, I was wrong, let's release the hostages, no, the crime hasn't been committed yet, so it shouldn't be Count it as a hostage! I don’t need to go to jail, do I?”

"I'm not responsible for this matter, you can ask Vulture Bay." Sherlock stood at the door with his arms folded indifferently, his venomous tongue becoming dull.

He always felt that something was missing beside him... Thinking about it carefully, it should be Wuliangye's bluffing and complaining.

The name of a superhero is terrifying to the criminal. The kidnapper dawdled for a long time, and called the accomplice with a desolate face.

"Beep...beep..."

The busy tone is particularly obvious in the boss's heavy breathing.

A faint joy flashed across Sherlock's face: "Your companion seems to have escaped."

"Impossible, I guess they didn't hear the phone... I'll take you to find him right away!" The kidnapper dropped the phone and rushed towards the nearby five-star hotel.

The owner of the hotel has always felt that the small hotel behind him is not pleasing to the eye. However, the latter's business is not good but it has not yet closed down. He can only use some small means to drive him away in order to monopolize the surrounding area. land.

Kidnapping is not the best option, because there will be a "planner" at the end of the investigation. It is much easier to pretend to be an accidental fire, and there is no way to find out the truth.

At the request of the hotel owner, Sherlock reluctantly took responsibility for the case to the end, and followed them into the magnificent hotel.

The kidnapper skillfully brought the man to Room 1512, knocked on the door and there was no answer, so he simply twisted the metal handle hard!

Fortunately, the door was open.

It's just that there is no one inside, and even the hostages are missing.

"No, it's impossible, we did bring him here..." The kidnapper murmured facing the empty room with an expression of disbelief.

Sherlock immediately realized the seriousness of the situation, and asked them to wait outside the door, and went into the room to investigate by himself.

There are traces of use in the living room, and there is only one user with a height of about 170.There is also a half-eaten cheese and seafood baked rice on the coffee table, which is very fresh.

He turned around and entered the bedroom, but the quilt on the bed was very neat, and there was nothing to check, but compared to ordinary hotels, there was a small safe under the cabinet for guests.

Sherlock tried to pull the door of the safe, but it didn't budge.Just as he was about to leave, the intercom phone on the cabinet suddenly rang!

He grabbed the pillow cover on his bed and put it in his hands, and quickly picked it up when the third sound came, but waited silently for the other party to speak.

"Hello."

It was an electronic voice that could not distinguish gender and age.

Sherlock still didn't speak.

The other party also didn't want to exchange pleasantries, so he went straight to the point: "The password for the safe is 55208."

Sherlock immediately squatted down to enter the password, and the safe opened in response, and there was a photo lying peacefully inside, which was the photo of the boss and his son on the wall of the hostel.

He picked up the photo, but said, "There's nothing in it."

"Wow..." The voice couldn't be identified, but he was not forced to reveal his flaws by his deceptive tricks, "That's good. I've already told you everything I want to say through this phone call."

There was a click, the sound of the phone being cut off mercilessly.

Unlike small inns with a quiet business, this hotel has always had a good traffic flow. Sherlock didn't have time to check who made the call one by one. Besides, with the other party's calm personality, it might be useless to find out which room the call came from.

Sherlock stood up slowly, staring at the photo thoughtfully.

told him?

The person who took the abductee elsewhere made only one phone call.

No, there must be other information.

such as……

The first call was made to his room numbered 111 at 8:18, the second call was answered by the boss at 8:58, and then the kidnapper who lived at 220, whose coordinates were located at 195 Room 385 in the hotel...

The numbers involved are astonishing.

Integrate all the numbers that appear, and you can get "8188581112201953851512", plus some deliberate reminders that "all have been through this call". The internal phone number is usually the room number, so 1512 is added.

The meaning of the numbers is temporarily unknown, but replacing them with letters may lead to conclusions.

81885811122019538515121512

hahhehaaabb? aiecheaeabaeab.

Zero cannot be displayed as a letter, so this ordering does not make sense, taking into account the presence of two digits.

If you replace them with letters one by one again, the answer you get is "lol"...

On the surface, it seems that the meaning is still unclear, but as long as the order is reversed, it is a complete sentence.

"rs".

The last prompt number is the safe password 55208. If you discard the used numbers, remove the four letters eeth from the combination, and continue to form words with the remaining "lol"...

He came up with the answer in almost a second.

- "k".

A prisoner of numbers and mystification, Sherlock knows who has both habits.

It was the man who was greeting him, toasting him to the hell that was coming.

James Moriarty, also came into this world.

……

Gotham.

Fu Zhao squeezed out of the bus under the scorching sun and covered in sweat, raised his mobile phone to adjust the map and reality to the same level, and quickly ran to the commercial street where the accident occurred.

Inside the shopping mall with a height of more than ten floors, the Gotham police, led by Chief Gordon, are evacuating ordinary people in batches, and at the same time checking whether there are any criminal gang members mixed in.

The method of committing the crime was to seal off the entire building from the first floor and plant a large amount of it at the same time, trapping all the customers inside at that time.

As expected, the armed criminals were arrested one after another awaiting trial.

The only surprise was that Chaoying "Night Wing", who was the first to sneak into the building alone, died in the negotiation with the criminals.

Fu Zhao stepped into the air-conditioned first floor of the shopping mall, and immediately took a breath of happiness.

Gordon was stunned for a moment when he saw such a lifeless superhero, his blue eyes narrowed in dissatisfaction: "You came too late, hero."

"I also really want to drive the Batmobile to make a debut at lightning speed, but I don't have enough funds, so I have to squeeze the bus, and the traffic jams on the road." Fu Zhao explained, taking out his mobile phone casually, and glanced at the screen, "It's not It's late, there's still time for lunch."

Gordon put away the walkie-talkie: "There is no need for you at the scene, all criminals have been arrested..."

Before the words were finished, the lights went out sequentially starting from the top floor of the shopping mall, and all places except the second floor and the first floor were powered off one after another!

"Haven't they already been arrested?" Fu Zhao repeated the second half of his sentence, and stuffed his phone into his pocket, "I'll go up and see, Ye Yi is dead, let the police guard the exit, don't join in the fun."

"How do you go up?! The stairs have been used to evacuate the crowd. The escalator suddenly lost power, and the passengers on it fell due to inertia and were injured. Stay and deal with the injuries with me." Gordon looked around the chaotic scene and found that he was looking up. Looking at the height of the building, I started to have a headache, "You don't want to climb up, do you? Ordinary people don't have this kind of physical strength."

"It's only a dozen floors, what a joke, isn't your ordinary tights still able to block it?" Fu Zhao warmed up by moving his hands and feet, jumping in place a few times, which was the basic preparation for climbing.

Of course, there is the most important point - imagine that the boss of Gin is chasing after him, so that he can realize his potential 100%.

Fu Zhao thought about it for a moment, and realized that he was a bit hopeless recently, because his legs began to weaken and he had the urge to turn around and beg for mercy, so he decisively stopped imagining and slowly climbed up the load-bearing pillar.

There are police officers at every exit, but that doesn't mean every area is safe.

Perhaps the person with the blackout was wandering on a certain floor.

Perhaps this fish that slipped through the net was the real culprit who killed Yeyi.

Fu Zhao lightly climbed over the railing and landed on the third floor. Without the lighting, the interior building was completely dark. Fortunately, this building is a zigzag structure, and when he leaned against the railing, he could see the head of Director Gordon on the first floor.

It was very quiet, and the turmoil on the first and second floors couldn't be conveyed, but this is only the third floor, and it might be even quieter if it goes up.

Fu Zhao looked around in the dim light and found that this floor was full of high-end women's clothing. He was never embarrassed to stay on this floor when he went shopping in the mall before. Now there is no one around, of course it is to satisfy curiosity. BEST OPPORTUNITY!

Fu Zhao picked up a long silk dress and looked at it, and found that there was nothing unusual. He hung it back on the hanger and continued walking, passing a male model calmly?

Male model?

Fu Zhao, who had walked a few steps, froze, and turned back to observe carefully.

It would be inappropriate to call this display in the women's section a model, since it is not a display of clothing, but a long, dirty purple suit.

That's right, there is no one who wears skirts for male models.

Fu Zhao stood in front of the model, his eyes gradually turned red, and with the help of sin song's power, he could see more clearly.

The male model stood motionless in the corner, his exposed skin was as pale as death, and his lipstick outlined an exaggerated and stiff smile, which looked weird and ominous in the dark.

It's more like a... clown statue.

And it's alive.

Fu Zhao cautiously stretched out his right hand, intending to check whether its skin was also stiff——

"Do you want to have a smile like this too?"

The clown spoke suddenly and jumped off the model's platform.

"Oh!" Fu Zhao quickly backed away in shock, "You are alive! You are alive!"

The clown looked around, and suddenly regained the softness of a living person and walked towards him: "As a superhero, you are really rude, but I still decided to give you a gift."

Fu Zhao gasped heavily, instead of picking up the ghost card he had conjured up suddenly, he asked, "Did you kill Ye Yi?"

"Have you seen his dead body? It's a pity I didn't see it, but it should look like a rotten rag that has been used for decades, hahahaha!" The clown laughed wildly as he spoke, "Oh... I'm waiting A superhero, but it's not you, shit, you go get him."(..)