The Great Demon Sherlock Holmes

Chapter 67: Good Luck Finally Was on My Side!

The wind was cold tonight, the stench of blood was pungent, and his hands ached.

But none of that mattered. All he wanted now was to escape.

Escape at all costs.

The snow beneath his feet, frozen for hours, was incredibly slippery. He slipped and fell several times, his clothes torn by the roadside railings, even drawing b****y gashes through them. But none of that mattered.

His name was Andrew… or maybe Andrei.

Whatever. The past few months of aimless wandering had long since made him forget his own name.

He only vaguely remembered how cruel and terrifying that small demon had been; and the man on the train had even instilled fear in that demon. So, it was clear that the man must be even more terrifying than the demon.

"Why did this have to happen to me… why…"

He muttered hysterically, then saw a small alleyway ahead and immediately ran into it.

There's an empire proverb: "Even the most beautiful woman becomes nauseating after a while." Similarly, when someone's luck reaches its limit, they might stumble upon a stroke of good fortune. Like Andrew right now, he was incredibly lucky to discover several clothing stores tucked away in this alley… and the closest store's window lock was just a small, external wooden bolt.

There's always a way out!

He immediately rushed over, grabbed the bolt with his still-intact hand, snapped it off, pulled open the window, and crawled inside.

Afterward, he carefully closed the window, trying not to make a sound.

Still uneasy, he walked further into the shops, eventually finding a row of wardrobes in the dark.

Andrew chose the innermost one and hid inside…

The wardrobe door had several small, openwork slits at the top, allowing him to peek outside after his eyes adjusted to the darkness.

"That guy won't find me… he definitely won't."

He prayed silently. However, a short while later, a soft 'click-clack' sound was heard—the sound of the lock turning. Then… a long, clear 'creak' echoed in the darkness.

Clearly, the shop door had been pushed open; the man… had come in!!!

Cold sweat dripped from Andrew's forehead. He didn't know how the man had been able to pick the lock.

Well, these days, lock-picking wasn't a rare skill. The key question was, how did that guy know he was here?

"Impossible, he doesn't know. This guy just came in, looked around, and left once he didn't see me." The hooded man tried to reassure himself, and the small, enclosed wardrobe gave him a sense of security.

"Click, click…" A slow, leisurely footstep approached.

Andrew's heart leaped into his throat; his entire body tensed uncontrollably!! Immediately afterward, he heard the sound of the wardrobe door next to him being pulled open…

It was very light, very slow, but like a slow, gentle slicing of scalp, making him want to scream uncontrollably. Thankfully, he desperately covered his mouth, preventing himself from making a sound.

Then, a second wardrobe door opened, followed by a third. Soon, the wardrobe door right next to his was also opened. The sound of metal bearings scraping against each other, even through the thin metal plate, was incredibly close…

Andrew felt a sudden wetness in his crotch; he had urinated.

It must be said, this young man's mental fortitude wasn't as bad as some might think. Even in this state, he didn't make a sound, only hoping that his clothes were thick enough to cover the odor in his crotch.

At this moment, through the c***k in the wardrobe door, he finally stared in horror as the man in the trench coat walked towards the wardrobe where he was.

Then, slowly, he reached out, preparing to pull open the wardrobe door.

"No!!! No!!!" He felt his scalp tingle, and could only scream internally.

As if the holy light heard his prayers, suddenly… the man in front of him stopped, seemingly deciding it was unnecessary, or perhaps his craving for a cigarette kicked in.

Anyway, he took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a drag.

Whether it was psychological or not, Andrew felt he had never smelled such pungent smoke in his life. The smell seeped in through the small c***k in the door, mercilessly slipping through the gaps between his fingertips, reaching his nostrils. He instantly felt his airways spasm violently.

But he didn't cough, nor did he make a sound. He used his dying willpower to suppress the instinct to cough loudly, the pain almost suffocating him.

After a full five seconds, the man finally turned and left…

Andrew's heart leaped with joy!

He began to cheer!

He was saved! This time, good fortune was finally on his side.

But he didn't relax, still desperately suppressing the urge to cough. He held on for about 30 seconds, making sure there was no sound around him, and calculating that the man must have left the shop, before finally letting out two soft coughs.

Only then did he dare to lower his hand from his mouth, drenched in sweat, as if he were completely exhausted.

Finally… he had escaped unscathed.

However, in that moment of relaxation, Andrew suddenly realized something was wrong.

Why… even after the man was gone, the smell of smoke hadn't dissipated?

Standing inside the wardrobe, he turned his head in the direction the smoke had come from, looking to the side, and then… he saw a small hole in the wardrobe wall.

It looked like a hanging rod.

Perhaps because he was too tense, he didn't think much of it and instinctively peered inside.

Then…

In that hole, she saw an eye staring intently at her from the other end…

“Surprise~~~”

“Ughhhhhhh—” A scream echoed through the London night sky.