[Comprehensive British and American] Those years when I opened a dessert shop on Baker Street

The blue ocean on that side was calm and waveless.

"What does it have to do with you?" Sherlock didn't answer Mycroft directly.

Mycroft stared into his eyes for a while, then sat back in his chair with a faint smile on his lips, which he usually used to talk about business, kind but menacing.

Mycroft: "I once sent you a text message, and I never got a reply. Now to ask you in person, is Wensty Adams and her family connected to 'Freedom Gate'? Sherlock, don't talk to me Lie, you know you can't lie to me."

Sherlock really hates the way Mycroft is so determined. He said these words exactly the same as when he was young. He said: "Sherlock, you can't solve this problem in 3 minutes. You are the most stupid child in the world." .”

Sherlock did not solve that problem in 3 minutes.

Mycroft already knew the answer from Sherlock's brief silence.

"I haven't fully investigated this matter yet," Sherlock said, "There is no sufficient evidence that she must have a relationship with that organization."

"If she is the key to the 'gate of freedom', I can give you some more time to investigate, but you know my patience is short, and IMHO, using a relationship to lower her vigilance is simply useless Stupid to describe."

Sherlock glanced at him: "Have you finished your sentence?"

"Of course not." Since it was agreed to be 10 minutes, Mycroft will naturally occupy it to the end and will not give Sherlock the opportunity to leave early, "I also want to talk to you about the time in Broome Town." A pile of murder."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows: "Do the British people know that you did it so personally that you even intervened in a murder case in a small town?"

Mycroft smiled, interested in a murder that made Sherlock question the truth.

"You have identified the real culprit, and I can deduce the real culprit from the two phone numbers you asked me to check. Now that the truth is out, what are you suspecting?"

Sherlock closed his eyes. Mycroft was right, he was doubting his own judgment.

The murderer thought his method was flawless, but Debbie's body was full of clues.

Disembowelment and laparotomy were performed, and the organs were completely ripped out. They understood the structure of the human body very well, and the techniques were simplified.

Therefore, it is absolutely impossible for the group of goldfish police officers in Broome to say that the mountain rangers committed the crime on the spur of the moment. Even a doctor needs at least ten years of surgical experience to achieve such a precise technique, and the murderer's method of committing the crime It is exactly the same as "Jack the Ripper" more than 100 years ago. How could it be a mountain patrol who committed the crime temporarily.

Moreover, it was Debbie's smell that directly allowed Sherlock to determine the identity of the murderer.

Debbie must have had a fight with him, and there was a killer smell on her hands, which Sherlock was very familiar with.

When he was young, Sherlock spent the happiest time at his grandfather's house. His grandfather was the kindest old man in the world with a white beard. He never said that Sherlock was a stupid kid, but he He held him in his arms and gently called him "my baby".

Grandfather smelled very good, just like the arrival of early spring, the sun was shining on the cedar trees covered with snow, the snow gradually melted, and the frozen stream came alive again.

That smell was stored in the Memory Palace by Sherlock.

He knew the recipe for that fragrance, the proportions of each essence, and the trick to elevating an otherwise mediocre bottle of perfume was the extraction of three percent of the famous Victorian tree seed oil.

Cedar, amber, sandalwood, vetiver... match seamlessly with the smell in Sherlock's memory... and the 70.00% medical alcohol that is not included in the perfume formula.

The name of the murderer was on the verge of coming out.

The call records inquired by Mycroft also supported his judgment.

Doctor Newman.

The man who was always dressed in white, spoke softly and was polite to everyone he met was the real murderer of this brutal murder.

Sherlock didn't doubt Dr. Newman's identity as the murderer. Even though Dr. Newman had a good skin to cover it up, no one could have imagined that the things hidden inside hadn't been revealed deeply.It's just that a bolder guess popped up in his mind, and that guess was like a vortex, surging in his mind.

Sherlock's eyes fell on the wall behind Mycroft. The slate-yellow wallpaper was engraved with a proud peacock pattern, and its tail was wide open, topped by a portrait of Queen Victoria.

A mist clouded Sherlock's eyes.

The entire Victorian era looms large in his memory palace.

Misty and foggy, the night was thick, on a narrow path that no one noticed beside the White Church in the East End of London, sewage was flowing in the stinking ditch, the smell of blood and stench were mixed together, a naked (naked) woman lay dead on the side of the road like a livestock.

Sherlock walked to her side, inspecting the wound on her body.

"What did you think of?" Mycroft also appeared in Sherlock's memory palace, holding the black umbrella in his hand, standing beside Sherlock.

Killing intent surged in the mist.

"I suspect 'Jack the Ripper' isn't dead yet."

As soon as Sherlock finished speaking, a gust of wind suddenly blew outside, and the wind rustled, blowing them back from the entrance of the Victorian White Church.

Mycroft walked over and opened the window, letting in the wind and blowing Sherlock's curls into a mess.

"I didn't know that your roommate would have such a profound influence on you." Mycroft looked at Sherlock with interest. "She really likes this kind of fantasy stories."

The last time Mycroft went to Sherlock's house, he found that there were a lot of literature books on the bookshelves, most of which were fantasy books. Sherlock didn't like this kind of books, and their owner was naturally Wensty.

"Jack the Ripper" has never been caught, but even if he was not caught, time has taken his life after many years.

"Jack the Ripper" isn't dead - that sounds like the beginning of a fantastic story.

Sherlock pursed his lips tightly, and his blue eyes were still printed with the portrait of Queen Victoria, revealing a strong obsession.

"But you still found the murderer of the murder case, and he must not escape the punishment of the law." Mycroft looked at his watch. "It's been 10 minutes. I'll take you to find your girlfriend."

Mycroft clenched the word "girlfriend": "I hope you will give me an answer as soon as possible about their family and the 'Gate of Freedom'." He patted Sherlock on the shoulder.

Mycroft picked up the little black umbrella he had stood by the sofa, tucked it under his arm, and led Sherlock to Winsty, thinking he and Sherlock had reached an agreement.

Wensty Adams is a gateway, starting from her, maybe the secret of 'Freedom's Gate' can be cracked.

Mycroft knew this, and he believed Sherlock knew it too.

love?Work, reason, and wisdom are their lovers, without which love is useless.

It is very quiet in the Diogenes Club, and Mycroft has been pursuing this quietness. This is the most special club in London. The people who come here are usually dignitaries. Not allowed to talk, naturally less chaos.

Mycroft asked Cicia to take Winsty to another room to rest. Logically, Cicia would return to the reception room after completing his instructions, but she was not seen at the door of the reception room.

There was no sign of Sisia at the door of another room where Mycroft often rested.

Mycroft poked open the door with the tip of his umbrella, but there was no sign of Cicia, nor of Winsty.

In the room, Chen Shi did not change any major layout, the desserts on the two-tier trolley did not move at all, there was an open comic book on the sofa, and there was only two-thirds of a cup left on the coffee table. fresh juice.

"She may have asked Cicia to take her to the bathroom," Mycroft said.

But he himself knew that this speculation was untenable.

Sherlock's face darkened terribly.

The fallen leaf that Wensty carried in his arms was lying on the carpet in a mutilated posture.

The people resting at the Diogenes Club heard the sirens and burst out of the room, and the entire club's government officials could gather for a regular meeting.

On this day, the Diogenes club's rule of not allowing communication except for the reception room was broken because of the disappearance of a girl.

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half an hour ago.

Winsty found a joke book from the bookshelf, and found the words "Exclusively for Mycroft" written on the cover.

Mycroft can read joke books?

Winsty felt that she had discovered a dark secret.

She sat back on the sofa with the joke book in her hands, intending to kill the time, but it was only half an hour, which was easy to pass.

Cicia poured her a glass of fresh juice.

Wensti thanked Sisia, and when she was about to say "You can go back", she remembered that the Diogenes Club did not allow any noise, so she waved her hand as a signal.

"Taste the juice to see if it's fresh. If it's not fresh, I'll go get another glass."

Winsty was surprised: "Isn't it forbidden to talk in places other than the reception room?"

"It's okay," Cicia brought the juice into Wensty's hands, "Try it, the buyers here like to pick low-quality fruits and pretend to be fresh fruits, so as to make a difference."

"it is good."

Without any doubts, Wensty took a sip of the juice.

"It's fresh fruit," Winsty told Cicia, "Actually, it's very easy to judge whether it's fresh fruit..."

She wanted to tell Cicia how to judge fresh fruit, but the words got stuck in her throat, and her thinking became extremely slow.

Wensty looked at Cicia, her face became more and more blurred, and gradually became a blur.

Before Winsty closed her eyes, the last image was of Cicia's swaying dark blue uniform skirt, and she lost consciousness.

At this time, there was a strong wind.

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