Finally, we stepped out of the metal room. I was getting so sick of that place even if we were not there for so long. Hopefully, Sherlock and I can be able to survive all these puzzle games the mystery man is making us do. When we were walking out of the room into a lighter area. The area was not outside, but sadly it was another room again, but thankfully there was a door. The door was made out of metal while the room itself was made out of wood. No windows though... but still.
Sherlock looked around the average sized room in wonder. He smiled with such glee. It will never surprise me of how he is so into murders. Fortunately, that stops him from doing drugs or shooting at a bloody wall. I decide to look around with him. Thankfully, we did find something familiar underneath hay. It was another tape player! This one was named as "Doctor".
I was for sure thinking it was for me since I was the doctor. The mysterious man finally got it right! Smiling, I went over to the tape player and gestured Sherlock to come with my hand. He did, but Sherlock did it ever so cautiously since I believed he was thinking there were traps laid. I said to him, "Do you think we should play the recording? It may lead us somewhere."
Sherlock nodded and kept looking around our environment. He then got his small microscope out of his inside coat pocket with his left hand. I noticed he wasn't wanting to use his scarf-covered hand that had been sliced at the fingertips by a rolling blade. Probably, it was too hard to handle when looking over an object like this. I turn my vision toward the tape player and breathe in a deep breath to breathe out. I press the play button and the voice starts with his croaking voice.
"Welcome to my second game, Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson." said the voice in a commanding way, "You will find that this room has more light than the other one from the first game. I tested you on your partnership and you both did well, but more is yet to come. Don't worry this time, this game doesn't involve cutting. It's more about solving the puzzle. There is a gun inside the hay pile. Pull the trigger and the door will open. But you have only one bullet. Think outside of the box, gentlemen. You have two minutes."
A ding goes off as the tape player ends. Sherlock looks over at the ceiling. Then he says, "I can see it now. The man is keeping watch on us. Look!"
I look at where he is pointing to and there is the same type of small camera that is the corner of the room. Sherlock declares, "This is the same camera he had in the room. I wonder..."
After thirty seconds go by, Sherlock dashes over to the hay pile and begins to find the gun. He was muttering to himself as he was trying to find it. I wondered if I should be helping out so I knelt beside Sherlock who was rambunctiously sweeping the hay aside. Then he finally yelled, "Aha! Found it."
He held a pistol in his hands and kissed it. Then quickly he stood up and took the barrel out to find any mistakes the mysterious man made. He grinned and took what looked like a key outside of the bullet holes in the barrel. He laughed, "This man has never met me. I know things about a pistol like this. Because it so seems easy when lifting it up with a bullet. But with this pistol, it had a different type of weight. Seeing that a key is heavier than a bullet can be so thoughtful and so, so clever."
As with that quick explanation, he threw me the key and I caught it. Then I quickly dashed to the metal door to turn the key into the keyhole. It turned and stopped. I could hear a click. There were three of them. Each clicking one at a time slowly. Instantly I turned around and threw Sherlock and I took the floor. A gun-shot off with a bullet going off. It hit the metal wall of the room we were previously in. I rolled off of Sherlock and breathed heavily. Sherlock's eyes were surprised as he got up from the floor. His eyes twinkled at the sight of nearly being killed. I rolled mine because of Sherlock's mind works.