There seems to be something wrong with my tenant

Clark, who was analyzed by Sherlock, was quite helpless. He felt that it was amazing to be seen through. So many people in the metropolis discussed Superman every day, but no one around him doubted it...

Clark also didn't want his secret identity to be found out—but in comparison, if there were detectives like Sherlock in their world, they would have been locked up by many super villains long ago...

Clark's acquiescence undoubtedly affirmed Sherlock's speculation, and after receiving this silent affirmation, he sat back on the sofa with satisfaction.

After hearing the conversation between them, John's gloomy mood suddenly brightened since he came back.

He looked at Clark with implicit hope: "Can you catch the real culprit before the next victim appears?"

Clark felt that if there were no accidents, his speed was still very fast.So he nodded generously: "It should be no problem."

Even though the other party's words were not very exact, but perhaps because of the natural and convincing power in the words of this blue-eyed man, John somehow felt that he could indeed do it.

"So we can wait for the suspect to strike again..."

Halfway through Tony's speech, he suddenly thought of another possibility: "But... If the victims were unable to call for help at that time, Clark, would you still be able to find them immediately?"

John explained Sherlock's reasoning about the murderer's crime process, and Xiali answered after hearing the words: "That is to say, the murderer usually stuns the victim first, and then proceeds to the next step after bringing the person indoors?"

If the victim hadn't had time to call for help in the first place, Clark's search would undoubtedly have been much more difficult.

Xiali looked at Sherlock: "According to your reasoning, where do you think his hunting range is?"

Perhaps he didn't expect that he would give in first, Sherlock raised his eyebrows and teased this young and vigorous self without hesitation.

"The most likely ones are of course east and south London."

The murderer mainly targets single women who live alone, and fresh graduates and shy young women are undoubtedly his best candidates.

Sherlock: "But I can't guarantee that he will limit his actions to these two areas."

John: "It's so rare, I thought you knew everything."

Sherlock didn't care about what his roommate said: "I'm just a consulting detective, even if I'm the only one in the world, but I'm not as good as you wrote on your blog."

It's not that Sherlock is picky—well, he is, but when is Watson going to drop those unnecessary rhetorical embellishments and simply describe the plot of the case?

Deduction is the scientific method, not some flattering magic trick.

……

Peter and Clark Jason discussed for a while, and finally the three decided to inspect an area separately. Clark's task was a bit heavier. He would pay attention to every suspicious point as much as possible to avoid accidents as much as possible.

Tony also felt a little itchy, he was a little unfamiliar with this Sherlock... Well, in fact, this Sherlock seemed too indifferent. Tony saw that he was not too familiar with a few people except for the flirtation with Xiali at the beginning. The look of great interest.

Most importantly, Mycroft Holmes' attitude changed only when facing Xiali.As for the remaining four visitors from other worlds, he was mostly wary and distant, neither negligent nor overly enthusiastic.

Tony has seen this kind of tactful attitude too much, and the other party seems to be a good deal, and he quickly sent them away to make everyone happy.And even the surname Stark didn't seem to have touched the British government here.

Tony searched for his own news in private. This time, just like in Gotham, he didn't find any information or traces about himself and his father at all, not even a well-known historical figure like Captain America.

After excluding the ridiculous reason that the British network information is blocked and not in line with international standards, the only possibility is that they do not exist in this world.

Although he muttered a bit that it would be a loss for the world not to have Stark, but after seeing Jason and John discussing how to be on guard, Tony still whispered his thoughts to Xiali.

Xiali: "Do you want to use the computer?"

As soon as Tony said a word, Xiali knew what this guy wanted to do.Thinking of the tightly controlled network system being controlled by Mycroft, his first reaction was to persuade Tony not to waste his efforts in vain.

But considering Tony's previous ability, Xiali felt that maybe he could really wrestle with one of McCoff's organizations?

Thinking that it might cause the fat man to suffer for a while, Xia Li, who was already a bit depressed, immediately improved his mood.

Xiali impolitely begged Sherlock for the computer in the next second, and after looking at Tony for three seconds, Sherlock lightly left a sentence "I will also watch the scene afterwards", and then found out his electronic equipment.

Obviously one seemed indifferent to him, and the other was inexplicably low, but they immediately reached a consensus when they heard the possibility of a pit brother——

Tony: "...you really hate that Mr. Holmes."

Xiali couldn't help rolling his eyes: "We don't hate him, we just can't stand him."

At this time, John also explained the situation in London to the three "agents" in his eyes. After all, even though he has only been back for a short time, he is more familiar with London than these newcomers.

It felt as if I was once again encouraging each other with my comrades in arms and preparing for the battle. John's heart was pounding, as if he had returned to the war-torn Afghanistan.

He couldn't help saying to Sherlock: "Sherlock, if you want to be with us..."

"No, no, thank you for your kindness, John."

Sherlock took a sip of tea, and he rejected his roommate's proposal without looking up: "No need, I can investigate myself."

John shrugged: "...Oh, that's fine."

He didn't think it would be worthwhile to leave Sherlock and the new group of friends - the ex-military doctor had quickly decided to treat these guys as friends - and go to be a "patrolman" together, but...

Hey!Which British man has never thought of fighting with secret agents?It's like asking a random Brit what he thinks of Platform Nine and a Quarter - don't underestimate the audience for these urban legends.

The screen of Xiali's mobile phone flickered, and he received a text message from a stranger.

[Test the old phone number.

——SH]

Xiali: "..."

Sherlock had already seen the movement on the screen on his side with sharp eyes, and knowing that the other party was still using his old mobile phone number, he lowered his head and continued to send messages.

[I'm missing a partner, see you at Chimpa's in two hours.

——SH]

Xia Li glanced at the other party without leaving a trace, seeing that Sherlock's side face was still indifferent, he replied calmly——

[See you soon.

——SH]

……

"I should have told you to be a disguise."

On the way back from picking up the meal, the older Holmes was always being scrutinized by the other guests, consciously or unconsciously.

When he goes out, he still wears a tailored three-piece suit. His decent and elegant dress coupled with his unique temperament has always attracted the attention of many men and women—after all, this is England.

It's just that there is one more person today. Although the young Sherlock doesn't have his sense of maturity, the indifference and alienation they exude are even more charming.

Especially the two are almost carved out of the same mold. Even people who were not interested in this model at first can't help but cast their eyes on this pair of brothers for a while.

Twice the gentleman, twice the excitement.

Xiali took the coffee, and he casually glanced at the table on the right: "I thought you wouldn't care about the gazes of these mortals... This is his new date, obviously, he didn't tell the lady that he actually likes it too man."

After Sherlock sat down, his fingertips were clasped together, and he looked deeply at another face that was slightly green, without any further discussion on what he said.

"I have sent you the case, what do you think?"

"Opinions?" Xia Li laughed, "You have already solved the riddle, I don't think it's necessary for me to copy the answer again."

A splicing toy is only fun when played for the first time, and a case is only exciting enough when played for the first time.What Xiali needed was a fresh case, and complex problems to re-energize his brain, rather than to really listen to another self's teaching.

What's more, Xiali thought to himself, in terms of teaching, even if he is ten years later, he might not be able to compare with Mycroft, right?

Even though he always slanders the other party as a fat man with a control freak, the care that this big brother pours on him is not fake.

Xiali stirred the black coffee. He thought that if the murderer was not lucky enough, he might be caught by Clark, Jason, or Peter on the spot tonight.If he didn't happen to choose a sufficiently stealthy route, then Tony might as well track him down...

"I'm discussing the case with you, but you're thinking about your...friend?" When Sherlock said the word friend, he felt his teeth ache.

Sherlock couldn't help thinking back to his 19-year-old, when he and Mycroft had the most trouble, and he would rather go to Oxford than go to university in Cambridge.

Out of his hobbies and deeper needs for detectives, he chose the Department of Chemistry as his university major.With the school-level laboratory, he has researched a lot of things for public use and private use, and often sneaks into the medical department next door to borrow some "equipment"...

And just because all kinds of behaviors were too weird, he was isolated and excluded by his classmates as before—if Sherlock was to evaluate it, human beings showed similar fears from childhood to adulthood. They were afraid of his intelligence and hated his ability.

Did they think being out of gregarious could kill a genius?

No, geniuses just don't fit in with stupid guys like them.

Sherlock never took those low-level tricks into his eyes. For several years in college, he didn't have any so-called friends around him, and he didn't want to be friends with those guys with empty brains.

And now, the young Holmes evidently had companions by his side.

Sherlock can't tell whether it's good or bad, his brain is like the most precise instrument, and emotions are not like lubricating oil, but like water stains-they just make him feel a little bit harmless when he thinks and works." "Zizi" sound, but it is not beneficial to Sherlock's reasoning and judgment.

Even... If there were more of that thing, this delicate instrument would inevitably be soaked, and perhaps lose control due to rust.

Xiali finally raised his head. He was probably also a little surprised, so he retorted subconsciously: "Friend? No, we just..."

He hesitated for a long while, but he couldn't come up with a specific meaning.