BBC Sherlock Howard, Misplaced - Survive

All the ups and downs on Zhang's face are memorized at the fingertips.

He planted a kiss on the twist of his hair, another kiss, on the tip of his hair.

"Good night, John."

Go to sleep, don't worry.

As long as you close your eyes, I will be there with you.

with you.

John went out and said he was applying for a new job.

He changed into the same suit he had worn at the casino again. Sherlock's smile spread to his lips, his eyes fixed on his every movement in the living room. John was quite uncomfortable, "Can you stay at home alone? You seem to be bored recently, and I don't want to add an extra repair fee to next month's rent."

Sherlock waved his hand nonchalantly, and replied, "As long as you're willing to offer me your cans of beer for experimenting—"

Suddenly, he stood up, and within a few seconds of this action, the doorbell began to ring.

"Look, I'm not bored."

"Thank goodness."

John came down the steps and answered the door, allowing their visitor to step inside.It was a tall, lanky man who felt like the wind could knock him down.There were traces of worry and hesitation in the brown eyes, as well as a bit of distrust.

"Okay, you can start. Don't bore me."

After the man took his seat, Sherlock said coldly.John on the side was restless. Should he stay here or go to the interview?

When the client was about to speak, the detective raised his hand and made a pause gesture, "John, you have something to do, right?"

"but you--"

"Okay, don't worry, I'm good at handling customer needs."

Sherlock led the doctor to the door half-delayed, "Do what you have to do."

"Are you sure you can?"

"John, why don't you think about who I am?"

"Then, I really have to go."

"Come on." Sherlock closed the door, keeping the doctor out.

"Okay, you can continue."

The man began to introduce himself: "William Tennant, just call me William."

"So your question is?"

"Ah, yes..."

Tennant took out the black envelope from his purse, fumbled in his pocket with the other hand, pulled out his phone, and a photo appeared on the screen.

"Mr. Holmes, this is what my mailbox looks like."

"What are you showing me this for? Please get right to the point." Sherlock really hates clients who go around in circles.

"They say you're incredible, and I'm dubious. You don't think it matters? Could it be that your title is fake?"

Sherlock raised his light eyes, the room was filled with the smell of smoke and gunpowder, sharp eyes clashed in the air.

"You want me to prove it?"

"Exactly."

Sherlock sighed, "It's so easy."

"You are a chef and recently divorced. You have two children and your wife is named Lisa. The divorce was initiated by the other party and you are unwilling to do so. You value today, probably because of the relationship with me. Meeting? You're insecure yourself, and I think that's the reason for your divorce, because your wife can't take it anymore, right? No, don't rush to answer. You usually take painting classes? Are you in Did you come here after finishing the class? In other words, because you spent too much money on painting classes, you must include the possibility of divorce. You have been under a lot of pressure recently, and even your work is not going well. Why? Maybe your wife wants to marry you Divorce. Are you asking for help without telling your wife? Looks like you are. Your look tells me you don't understand at all, okay, everyone does."

"This is impossible--"

"Of course it is. I'm Sherlock Holmes, and now do I have to tell you how I reasoned it out to convince you?"

"No need...!"

"You have a very shallow indentation on the ring finger of your right hand, which is usually a ring wearer. The ring finger is usually a wedding ring. Your two children are on the phone screen, and the unlock code is your wife's name. Your relationship is in It's pretty clear on the photo of the unlock screen. Judging by how well the dent has healed, you've known about the divorce for a while and still don't want to change your password. You're very reluctant. Your beard is freshly shaved and your hair is submissive It's unnatural, you use hairspray. You don't usually go out without hairspray, right? You're uneasy from the moment you walk in, you try to keep calm, but your nails keep digging into your flesh, and you bite your lip unconsciously. Painting class, of course It's a painting class. You have charcoal marks on your hands and paint on the hem of your shirt. No one will deliberately draw a picture before going out. It can be seen that those things happened after you left home. I learned from your fingers Knife marks tell you that you are a chef. There are not many industries that can hurt your knuckles. From the perspective of the wound, it can be inferred that you made it while cutting vegetables. There are burn marks on the inside of the arm and blisters caused by hot oil splashes. It's not like a senior chef's mistake, oh, let me be blunt, you don't look like a rookie at your age. So you must have encountered something, like your wife is going to divorce you. In your bag There is a file bag, I saw the government department I belong to, it is the divorce agreement, but the envelope you want to show me is in the secret pocket. Why not put it in the file bag? Because you want to hide it from your wife , the really important things will be put in the secret pocket. And the reason why you are here today, I want to have something to do with her, is that right?"

"Well, most of them are correct. But my wife has nothing to do with my coming here today. Her family is powerful and powerful. It was really strange to see me as a poor boy. I thought it was true love, transcending class and all barriers... "

"I don't want to hear you sing about love. Besides, people are like this. Maybe she finds another rich man and wants to marry again. Then, let's get to the point."

Tennant sniffled, ignoring Sherlock's words, and continued, "It was found in the mailbox of my house. The reason why I took pictures of the exterior of the mailbox was to provide more clues. This situation has been going on for two weeks, every day one."

The black envelope bag is extremely mediocre, without even a word.

"Why did you hide such an ordinary thing from your wife?"

"She thinks I'm making too much of a fuss. But I'm afraid it's a threatening letter, what if it's an untargeted terrorist attack? Oh, man, I have two kids..."

Sherlock took the envelope, which contained a card.

The material is hard, and there is no word.

"It's actually kind of interesting, unwritten envelopes and the same blank stationery? I don't think it's boring."

"You'll be interested, Mr. Holmes."

Sherlock frowned, Tennant said that in a weird tone?With a bit of strange joy?But the detective didn't bother to care so much. There was a fascinating case in front of him.

The light transmittance of the paper is very poor, and there is no hidden text.Since you can't see it with the naked eye, you have to use some other method.

He held the card to his nose and took a deep breath.

"Oh, this...!"

Sherlock's last memory was seeing a sly smile on a client's face.

When John got home, 221B was empty.

He waited all night, but the detective never came back.

Halfway through the next day, John called the police.

Because Sherlock's phone was actually on the coffee table.

This is impossible. There's no way Sherlock would leave his phone at home when he goes out, and things start to go wrong.

On the third day, Lestrade mobilized many people to investigate at his home, but found nothing.

After checking the monitor, it was found that all the data at a certain point in time were lost.

On the evening of the fourth day, Lestrade and Donovan came to visit.

They told him, "Sherlock killed himself."

John's head couldn't react at the first moment, and then, it wasn't a bolt from the blue, it was just a thought, an intuition.

damn it.

The game begins.