There seems to be something wrong with my tenant

Samuel feels Sherlock is threatening him, but he has no proof.

For the first time, Samuel, who had always wanted to solve the problem of the 413 tenants, was a little hesitant about the tenant who volunteered in front of him.

"413, what do you think?"

413 was lifted from the ban, and his tone was hesitant: "The rent can indeed be lowered..."

Samuel: ? ? ?Be sober, I'm asking you whether to accept this strange tenant, not asking you to consider the rent!

Teammates are big-hearted, Samuel took a deep breath.Since even the owner of the house doesn't mind, he has no reason not to accept it.

But before Samuel could speak, the Sherlock who seemed to know everything had already turned his head and walked towards the scene of the crime.He dropped a sentence from a distance: "Since you agreed, I want to visit the room later."

Samuel: ...

"You know something's wrong with our new tenant, right?" Looking at the back of the other party leaving gracefully, Samuel gasped like a toothache.

413 comforted him in a calm tone: "It's okay, we are not normal people anyway."

Samuel: "..."

Samuel saw Sherlock nimbly push his way through the crowd.Almost as soon as he showed up, some agents went to Sherlock to negotiate.

Sherlock and the police officer seemed to be old acquaintances, and the other party let Sherlock go without saying a few words.

Before returning to the room, the last thing Samuel saw was Sherlock's vigorous movements.He easily got into the cordon, took out a magnifying glass from nowhere, and began to look through the scene.

"Although he is a bit too young, this plainclothes police detective really has two brushes."

Seeing the familiar posture of Sherlock and the police, coupled with the posture of scanning his identity information in an instant, Samuel took it for granted that Sherlock was a police detective.

In fact, however, Sherlock is not an official.

If Samuel could hear it, he would find that the conversation between the agent and Sherlock turned out to be a trivial matter in the family——

"Sherlock, your good brother has issued an ultimatum. If you skip class again, there will be no case for you to investigate in the future." Mr. Detective is obviously in an embarrassing situation in this irritating relationship. Status, good brother, these three words were uttered by him with cadence and frustration.

"Also, you can't always come directly to the crime scene like this..."

Sherlock is really impatient to hear his authoritarian patriarch's warning, but if he still wants to have fun with his boring life, then he will continue to rely on Inspector Lestrade to open some harmless back doors for himself .

So although he didn't take it seriously, on the surface Sherlock still pretended to obey the inspector's words: "Okay, okay. I promise, this is the last time."

After speaking, he simply opened the cordon and entered the scene, turned on the indifferent signal of "no one else disturbing" all over his body, and concentrated on collecting clues that were still preserved on the messy lawn.

"No, it won't be the last time, and it's not the first time you've said that."

The detective looked at Sherlock who was busy there and couldn't help muttering.

But soon, he put the smoke-free war between the brothers behind him and focused on investigating the case in front of him.

10 minute later.

"...What?! No, wait, Holmes!" the Inspector's exasperated voice sounded behind him. "You can't just keep talking in half!"

Sherlock hurriedly walked, as if he was going to catch a game.

He raised his voice and said to the inspector: "Use your poor little brain, Mr. Inspector—the murderer's shoes, his flaws are so obvious!"

Regardless of people's curious or malicious gazes, Sherlock was in a good mood and walked towards the new toy he just discovered - it was one of 413's bases, the coordinates were 413B on Baker Street in London.

Knocking on the door and stepping into 413, Sherlock let out a long exclamation: "Wow——"

Samuel, who was standing by to introduce the situation of the house, was also stunned.

He glanced at Sherlock who was looking around excitedly, and then at the empty and spectacular indoor scene.

After three seconds, Samuel looked at Sherlock again in disbelief.

"Damn it..." Samuel moaned unconsciously, "How could someone dream up a whole library!!"

Originally, Samuel wanted to cover up a little in front of the other party, but God knows that Sherlock's subconscious fantasy of an ideal place to live would actually be a whole library!

Facing such an unconventional player, Samuel only felt his scalp go numb.

What else does this explain?How else to explain this?

According to Samuel's impression of this police officer, I'm afraid he will start to thoroughly question his identity in the next second, right?

Surprisingly, apart from the initial astonishment, Sherlock's next expression was only excitement and curiosity... No, Samuel woke up his confused consciousness, only excitement and curiosity are strange, okay?

This is not the normal reaction that ordinary people should have when encountering such a thing!

Samuel froze in place, watching Sherlock scurry out like a feline, patrolling the bookshelves curiously.

Looking around the familiar library, Sherlock even took out a book he hadn't seen before and read two pages.What made him dumbfounded was that the books on the bookshelf were all blank pages, as if they were just for show.

Then, as if he remembered something, he walked quickly to the reading area he frequented most.

This time, Sherlock took a classic anatomy textbook. He opened it and found that the graphic content inside was the same as that in the memory palace, and it was no longer a blank book like just now.

There were only his footsteps in the huge library, and Sherlock couldn't help but ask at this moment: "This is indeed the British Library, yes—how did you do it? Magic? Teleported me to the place I most want to go ?”

Turning around and carefully observing Samuel's expression, Sherlock quickly overturned the speculation just now: "It's indeed magic, but it's not teleportation... Oh, you looked confident at the beginning, until I came in... Let me guess Look, is there something wrong with this house?"

Samuel:! ! !

Samuel pursed his lips tightly. He suspected that this person had mind reading skills, and the evidence was right in front of him!

413 sat up startled in an instant, panicked for a moment, but thought that facing Sherlock was Semir, and he would not face such a tragic situation at all, 413 paralyzed back in relief and relaxation.

Samuel, who has a clear view of 413's thoughts: I am too difficult.

Noticing that Sherlock would continue to play the "guess" game, Samuel hurriedly stopped him: "That's right, this house itself is extraordinary, it can transform into your ideal place to live. "

After being directly announced the answer to the mystery, Sherlock seemed a little disappointed.He looked at Samuel reproachfully, as if complaining that he hadn't played enough of this little game.

Innocent accused Samuel:  …

"Fiery-eyed police officer, you already know the truth - so, Sherlock, you can leave now." Samuel opened the door and issued an eviction order for the tenant who already knew part of 413's secrets.

To be honest, Samuel and 413 are not too afraid of people spreading the word about the magic of the apartment.Anyway, when everyone comes, as long as 413 controls the disguise as a normal residence, they won't be able to find anything.

People will just take it as another urban ghost story, or some young people's crazy nonsense.

However, upon hearing this, Sherlock asked back in surprise: "Why do you want me to leave? It's not like I don't want to rent."

Samuel was also surprised by Sherlock's fresh and refined reaction: "Aren't you afraid... Forget it, this is a library... Well, is your ideal residence like this?"

Poor Samuel was incoherent.

But Sherlock took the words naturally: "Of course not, but since you said that this place will be changed according to my idea, then as long as I change my mind, won't it be all right?"

Samuel laughed dryly: "If you think you can change your residence so easily, then you are thinking too simply."

What a familiar idea, I think Samuel felt the same way at the beginning - he didn't understand how stubborn the human subconscious is until he tried all night without replacing a single corner of the table.

Samuel: I think my dream house is a big villa.

Subconscious mind: No, you don't want to.

Seeming to see Samuel's distrust, Sherlock didn't say anything.He tapped the reading table with his fingertips—the touch and sound were exactly the same as he remembered, "Then, Mr. Landlord, if I rent this house now, how much rent will I have to pay?"

"A friendly reminder, given that the impact of the murder next door has not subsided, almost no one is willing to rent an apartment here except me in the short term."

In just two days, he was also asked about the rental price, but Samuel had a completely different feeling.

In the end, Samuel leased 413B to Sherlock at a low price.After all, although what he said was ugly, it was also true.

Samuel put the key on the long table tiredly, "Since you want to stay here, I have to tell you something."

"Housekeeping and catering services, you can tell this library directly, as long as you can afford the price, you can eat delicacies from mountains and seas... Don't look at me like that, I can't explain the reason."

Samuel warned: "You'd better not talk about 413, even if you call someone to come, it won't prove anything." It's better to declare this matter in advance, so that Sherlock and the police don't come to investigate.

"If you encounter any problems in the future, you can call me." After saying this, Samuel thought of Tony, who was also a tenant.

After hesitating for a while, Samuel still said, "There is another tenant upstairs. If you meet him, I hope you can get along well."

Sherlock looked up, and it was hard for him to imagine that there were still people living on the top floor of the British Library.

"He's not in England, is he?"

Sherlock turned his head to look at Samuel, and after seeing the expression of suspicion mixed with the other's stiffness, he nodded clearly: "I guessed it right again."

No longer caring about Samuel's bewilderment, Sherlock said quickly to himself: "Actually, from the first time I saw you, I found out that you have no obvious regional characteristics on your body - no sun marks, No pain, life is peaceful and rich; but you don't have a regular job, not a lot of money, but you wear a well-made tailor-made clothes; you show a very human calm and habit to murders, but avoid you Judging from your attitude, you are not born to ignore this...

By the way, you have a good upbringing, at least most people should interrupt me when I say these words. "

Sherlock seemed to tell a bad joke at the end, smiling and staring at a certain point in the void, as if his continuous analysis of Samuel was just reading aloud to transparent data.

Regarding his own reasoning, Sherlock gave a sharp summary: "Sir, your appearance itself is full of doubts."

Samuel... Samuel felt like he had been shot by countless arrows in his knee.

413 trembled in his mind: "Samuel, you've got trouble."

Samuel: I also know I'm in trouble, and I'm also desperate!

Noticing Samuel's hesitant expression, Sherlock made a silence gesture to him: "Don't tell me your origin, this is one of the few games I'm interested in."

Samuel was sure.

Own new tenant, he is a devil.