There seems to be something wrong with my tenant

After Sherlock finished speaking those words calmly, he glanced at Xia Li provocatively.

Xiali: "..." Limit one for one, yes.

Clark looked at the door at this time: "It seems that there are guests coming."

Sherlock and Xia Li said at the same time: "It's Inspector Lestrade."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a hasty knock on the door of 221B.

Sherlock pretended not to notice the half-smile on the other side's face, and instructed Dr. Watson: "John, it's your turn to open the door."

John glared at him angrily, muttered "Have you ever offered to drive once?", and honestly went to greet the guests by himself.

Sure enough, Inspector Lestrade's anxious face appeared outside the door.He could hardly wait for John's polite invitation, and hurried through the door.

"Sherlock, there was a murder case the night before... Oh!" Mr. Inspector exclaimed unconsciously: "What the hell is going on!"

The two extremely similar faces on the sofa looked at him at the same time, Lestrade's eyes darkened, and he took a breath before realizing that there were many other guests in 221B, which had always only had two people.

When it came to the case, Inspector Lestrade had to hold back what he wanted to say just now.

Sherlock got up and waited for him when he heard the news from the inspector. After hearing the time of the murder, he even mocked unceremoniously: "It's been so long since we haven't found the murderer. It's a shame." It's Scotland Yard."

Noticing that they were talking about a homicide, several others expressed varying degrees of concern.

Being stared at by Xia Li, Inspector Lestrade almost dreamed back ten years ago, but unfortunately the emergency in real life did not allow him to think too much.The detective looked around at the strangers with different expressions without any trace, and he whispered to Sherlock to talk alone.

John became serious when he knew it was about the life of the case. He hadn't figured out what happened to Tony and his party, but in his life with Sherlock, the case was more important.

"John, let's go and have a look first." Sherlock put on his suit, and he looked down at the inspector, "Let's go to the scene of the crime first."

Detective Inspector Lestrade felt guilty thinking of the victim's house that they almost turned upside down, and nodded: "Okay, you guys have to take the police car..."

"No, let's take a taxi."

All right, this rich young master is rich and self-willed, so let it be if he doesn't want to ride in their car.

Before leaving, the inspector couldn't help but look at the young Sherlock more.It just so happened that the other party was staring at him thoughtfully, and the inspector looked so familiar that he couldn't be more familiar!

If the real Sherlock was not still by his side, he would have wondered if it was Sherlock who did some magical experiment to make himself smaller...

Putting away the messy thoughts in his head, the inspector and the two went out together.

Tony looked at the closed door, still a little bit stunned: "Are they leaving now?" He didn't say what to do with these outsiders, just leave them alone?

Xiali originally wanted to follow, but considering that Sherlock might not agree, Mr. Inspector might not allow him to enter the scene, so he had no choice but to suppress his eagerness to move.

After hearing Tony's words, he said absently: "Yes, after all, at least two victims have died. According to the clues they found, there is a high probability that the third murder will be today or tomorrow."

The vigilantes, who have always punished evil, showed disgust almost at the same time. Peter murmured: "I hope they find the real culprit sooner."

Because he had studied similar news reports, Clark knew that once more than one death of this kind happened, it would quickly cause great social unrest.

What I am most afraid of is that after the public opinion expands the shadow of the case, when the real murderer escapes, there will be other people imitating the murder to fish in troubled waters-the appearance of the imitator may be one of the most serious consequences of the murder case.

That will not only increase the difficulty of solving the case, but also increase the casualties. In any case, the shock and bad consequences caused by it will not be what people want to see.

Tony was silent for a while, he looked at his companion: "Why didn't you think of going to investigate together?"

Sherlock searched for recent homicides on his mobile phone, but unfortunately, in the many recent reports, there were no relevant words about the case - it seems that these few cases have not yet attracted the attention of the media.

"He alone is enough for this kind of thing, case-solving and deduction is not a matter of high enthusiasm..." Sherlock said vaguely, "not to mention..."

He looked at Clark and the others: "Don't we have vigilantes with great powers here?"

"Yup……"

Tony suddenly realized: "Clark can catch the murderer directly when he strikes again?"

Peter, who wanted to say that he could watch at night: "...that's right!" Among the many superheroes, having a physique like a Kryptonian is simply cheating!

Thinking that Clark could stop all this in time, the mood of several people relaxed a little.

Jason looked at Sherlock, who fell silent again. He vaguely felt that this little brat, who was looking through various files in Gotham at the beginning, was in a bad mood recently.

……

"...The murderer is probably not on a whim, on the contrary, we can see how meticulous his plan is—"

After Sherlock sneered at Scotland Yard's destructive power to the crime scene, he flexibly flipped through the victim's rental house to see where it was.He walked up and down the room, making John dizzy.

No matter how nimble a police dog is, the thought flashed through John's mind.

Following Sherlock's quick murmurs, the middle-aged landlady at the side looked pale at the dark brown blood stains that had not been cleaned on the ground, and couldn't tell whether it was because of this stranger's presumptuousness or because he was afraid of the eerie scene.

John felt a little pity for him. After all, not everyone can accept that a murder occurred in his house.

After finding no more clues, the two turned to sit in a taxi bound for Scotland Yard.

Looking at the speeding street scene outside the window, Sherlock suddenly said: "This is a premeditated murder. He didn't choose the target randomly. They are women, living alone, and thin. They are between 20 and 35 years old. They are among the crowd. She has always been introverted and reticent, not an active type, even if she disappears, few people will pay attention."

Hearing these words from the passenger, the driver stepped on the accelerator abruptly.

Already accustomed to Sherlock's astonishing exports, and also accustomed to the performance of the London taxi driver, John prayed for the taxi driver for the seventh time this month, and followed Sherlock's words.

"You didn't say that in front of the detective just now—you mean, the murderer...he prefers this type of victim?"

Sherlock closed his eyes and recalled: "Preference? No, I'm afraid it's his ability that limits the object he chooses."

The driver quietly glanced at the two passengers in the back seat from the rearview mirror. He could tell that the two were probably police officers or something, but he didn't know why they weren't wearing uniforms...

Sherlock just opened his eyes at this time, his eyes are very light in color, and he showed an indifferent attitude during the analysis: "At most tomorrow night, he will continue to attack, the detectives and the others can't announce this with great fanfare This is to remind the possible victims to be careful, and there is no way to block the vicinity..."

John pursed his lips uncomfortably. He didn't ask the reason this time. He knew the reason - to maintain social stability and avoid abusing others.Whatever the reason, the end result is that the killer is still at large.

"Then do you have any suspects?" Even knowing that Sherlock had just surveyed the location of the criminal, and that was not the first crime scene, John still couldn't help but hope in his heart.

Sherlock laughed because of the innocence of the co-tenant: "Don't be stupid, John, I'm not that powerful. There are not enough clues now, at least we have to wait until we have seen the corpse."

The driver speeded up silently, he straightened his back, and didn't want to hear any more inside stories.

It's a pity that the pale man was still talking about his terrible reasoning. After hearing the other party's prediction of the next murder, the driver who happened to have a daughter who was working outside couldn't help being distracted.

His daughter also just graduated and is still working as an intern in a company with a good reputation. I heard from her daughter that she will be able to become a regular next month...

"Here we are, just park here."

The driver looked at the back of the tall and short striding away, and couldn't help praying for them, hoping that they could catch the murderer as soon as possible, so that more little girls would not be killed.

……

After Sherlock and the others came back, they found that several guests in the apartment were still staying where they were.Only the half-eaten desserts and tea sets on the coffee table showed that Mrs. Hudson had come and entertained them warmly.

John was a little surprised that little Sherlock Holmes was so considerate. He thought that Sherlock would be particularly annoying when he was young.

Sherlock frowned shortly after entering, and he stopped as if he was thinking about something, then he stared at Clark, with a suspicious tone: "What did you do?"

Clark, who flew out in the afternoon and rescued people twice, disguised himself skillfully: "Excuse me, what did you say?"

Sherlock: "...Sir, although your reaction is impeccable, even I didn't see any flaws, but the corner of your clothes and the footprints next to the sofa show that you have been to the countryside in the afternoon."

Clark: "..."

Sherlock: "And your expression is very relaxed, it shouldn't be - I know you probably have a lot, too much, too much sense of justice, even more than this kind former military doctor beside me..."

John who was mentioned inexplicably: "???"

Sherlock: "But you can't be so calm after learning that there will be a murder. You see, Mrs. Hudson's afternoon tea and snacks are almost finished for you."

Everyone: "..."

Jason shook the newspaper in his hand, and John noticed sharply that it was the morning newspaper he ordered, and there might be traces of his scribbling on it while flipping through it.

This familiar guest has his legs crossed, and his eyes are sharp, but this sharpness is not the same as Sherlock's usual sharpness that makes people feel that he is being scanned by X-rays...John prefers to call it, a kind of hunting The ferocious eyes of the hunter.

"As expected of Sherlock..." Jason tilted his head and looked at Sherlock, "Then can you deduce why we are like this?"

Why?Sherlock was also thinking about this question.

These few people clearly showed concern at the beginning, but now they all have a calm attitude, as if they are confident, even if the murderer commits crimes again, they are not afraid...

Thinking of this, Sherlock's eyes lit up: "Oh——you have a solution to the murderer's problem? But you still don't know who the murderer is, only when he strikes again, this gentleman among you—"

He gestured to Clark: "...he can accurately prevent the murderer from succeeding? Just like when he went out in the afternoon?"

Everyone except Xiali: "..." Damn, is this guy still a person?