The voice was deep and croaky when Sherlock and I first heard it. It was definitely a man on the recording. I said nothing as we held our ears up to the sickening male voice. No wonder Sherlock said this person had cancer. It would have been so much better if he went to see a doctor sooner to help him out.
"Sherlock Holmes. John Watson." The voice said in his terrifying tone. "You maybe wondering why you are in a dark room and there is no way to get out. Of why I had taken you from your ignorant, selfish lives. Play my game and you will survive. You have five games to go through. Solve the first game in five minutes or there will be consequences. Solve and survive, Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson."
Then there came a ding somewhere in the room. I was bewildered at what the voice had said. Sherlock didn't breathe a single minute and was looking around the room. He was looking through spaces and cracks. He stopped doing it in 30 seconds and cracked a smile that I could barely see in the dark room.
"I know how to get out of here, John." Sherlock giggled, "Clever man, clever, but not as clever as me! John, go to the other side of the top vent and I take this side. He knows there is two of us so that means there is levers to open a way out."
Another 30 seconds passed and we had four minutes left. I went over to the right while Sherlock went to the left. We both had to go on our tippy toes to reach the vents. I grasped the vent's lid with both hands to get it open, but it wouldn't budge. I looked over my shoulder to see if Sherlock got his lid off, but I could hear no clanks from him. He muttered out loud, "This is not going well."
I thought for two seconds about what we should do and said out loud, "Sherlock, we could reach our hands through the vents' empty spaces to find it."
"Good thinking, Watson!"
Sherlock and I both used one of our hands to reach into the empty space of the vent lids on both sides. It didn't go so well as when I found out what would happen next. As I had successfully gotten my hands through, there was running blades inside. Those running blades were so silent that no human ear could hear them. The blades glazed my fingertips and I let out a cry of pain. Sherlock also did too, yet he panted a bit as he was looking at his hands.
"Okay, I said he was a gameplayer. But he is the most vicious one ever that I have met." Sherlock said while taking his scarf and tying it on his right four fingers. I kind of wish I had brought some bandages with me. Instead, I held my bloody fingers with my left hand that was not cut. Then suddenly a noise came. I could hear it coming right in front of us. There was a brighter light which blinded my eyes. My eyes kept blinking from the light as the wall was opening up for us.
"Sherlock, I am guessing we did right on squeezing our hands through the vents."
"Y-yeah." Sherlock said shaking with his eyes squinting at the light shining through the walls. As the light was coming through, we could see the metal walls were actually silver with bumps all around it. I was not okay with how the room looked. There was also blood splattered where the top vents are. I could not believe that the mystery man had us doing this just to play his game.
Sherlock blinked more as he looked over the room we were trapped in. Then he looked at the tape player. We both could finally see the duct tape placed on it. The name was poorly written, but Sherlock and I could see who it was for. The writing said, "Detectives."
I looked at the name and it was only a word. Though the word "detectives" didn't seem something to describe us. Sherlock let out a laugh and exclaimed, "Let's not keep waiting, John! We still have four more puzzle games to solve."
I stared at him with a sheer delight to see him happy, yet a little displeased so I shook my head. I said to myself, "Sherlock, you will never change. And don't change. The world needs a bloke who is high on finding out murder cases and solving them in just a day."
Sherlock wasn't listening to what I said which was good. He was busy looking at the sides of the walls where the one wall opened. He felt the edges to see if there was any chance there was a switch or a metal holder. His eyes worked fast over the edges as he moved like a cat from the one side to the next.