There seems to be something wrong with my tenant

Sherlock didn't really want him to give an explanation, he knocked on the table to make Xiali take back his focus.

"Okay, kid, don't look like you're forced to work with me."

Sherlock felt that he was extremely innocent, and it was rare for him to be willing to bring someone together to solve the case. As a result, this little Sherlock Holmes still had this uncooperative attitude.

Charlie noticed a small, barely visible bulge on the pale wrist at the edge of his shirt.

After thinking about it, Xiali realized that it was a nicotine patch—tsk, when they first arrived, Dr. Watson was still arguing with him about it.

"Even though your roommate has tried his best to hide these things, you still have a lot of stock..." Xia Li skipped the topic just now, "It seems that his little tricks didn't fool you, but you are pretending That's all."

Not only did Sherlock's stuff stay where it was, John put away only part of it.What's more, if Sherlock wants to get it back, it's only a matter of time.

Xiali turned him into an army: "You have a really good relationship with this former military doctor—I heard from the landlady that the two of you are 'in love'."

Sherlock: "..."

Sherlock silenced little Holmes in an unkind manner: "You can shut up now."

The two snorted coldly at each other, and the stressed waiter stepped forward with a stiff face: "Hello, both of you, do you need to order?"

Xiali randomly selected a few dishes on the menu, Sherlock glanced at them, and simply asked the waiter to serve two people according to this.

The waiter left with a dry smile. After leaving, he couldn't help but think, what a pair of brothers who love each other and kill each other.

"By the way, speaking of consulting the detective..."

Xiali raised his chin: "You are not the only one in this world."

Please, he had a plan after Jason's incident, this Sherlock will never be earlier than his idea!

Sherlock looked at him with a half-smile: "Oh, so can the big detective tell me your speculation about the murderer?"

In the text message, Sherlock only gave a general description, but his analysis was not so detailed, and John also briefly expressed his guess about the next victim when he narrated.

Therefore, it cannot be said that it is so simple to perform deduction only by relying on these few words.

Only then did Xiali show a serious attitude. He reorganized and analyzed the fragmented information one by one in the memory palace, looking for linking points in different contents.

Xiali, who was performing the deductive method, subconsciously made the same iconic thinking gesture as the person opposite him, and the feeling of laziness was instantly swept away.

"The offender is a male between the ages of 35 and 50, and his social status class will not be too high..."

……

While the conversation between the two Sherlocks was getting better, John and Jason sat together in the restaurant.

Oh, don't get me wrong, they were supposed to have dinner, and it happened that the two of them were patrolling the area together, so John brought Jason to this restaurant he was more familiar with.

Perhaps because of meeting old customers, it was the boss who came to greet me this time.

When he saw John, the shop owner smiled and greeted him bluntly: "Oh, come to eat with your family again? Or the same?"

The corner of John's mouth twitched: "No, I came with my friends..."

This is also something that John doesn't understand. Why do people always think that he and Sherlock are a couple? !Obviously they are just roommates, at best they solve crimes and investigate together, go in and out together, eat together, experience life and death together...

John thought, Sherlock and I are just ordinary friends, don't these people know how ambiguous their expressions are?

It was so ambiguous that even if Sherlock didn't say it, John's own eyes could see this joking look.

After hearing John's explanation, the boss noticed that the guest sitting at the other end was not the curly-haired man who was often vicious.

The boss has been running a restaurant for many years, and he has seen many emotional disputes during meals. He mistakenly thought that John had found a new love, and immediately felt that what he said just now might not be very pleasant.

Sure enough, the face of this strange guest was not very friendly, and he seemed to have a strong and unruly temperament.Although the feeling is not the same as that of John's last one, they are both the kind of existence that make people's eyes shine.

The boss immediately smoothed things over with embarrassment. After recommending the hot dishes recently, the boss silently went to the back kitchen with the mood of seeing gossip again.

After explaining the customer's order, the boss sighed inwardly. He didn't expect an ordinary-looking man to have such great charm, and the two partners were so outstanding.

Looking at the back of the boss leaving, John said helplessly.

"He must have misunderstood."

Jason looked away from the window, he picked up his teacup and took a sip of water: "What's the misunderstanding?"

John: "Misunderstanding that we are lovers."

Jason: "Puff—cough cough... what?! Why the hell are you saying it again?!"

Jason felt that he and John's brain circuits were completely out of sync. He couldn't understand whether Dr. Watson was joking or talking nonsense seriously.

John based on his previous experience of being teased here with Sherlock, as well as the change in the boss's eyes and expressions just now, and gave his own basis.

"Of course, that's just my guess," John said sheepishly.

If Sherlock were here, there wouldn't be such a complicated process at all. I'm afraid he could tell what the boss was thinking at a glance, and he wouldn't use the uncertain word "guess".

Sherlock had told John that he never guessed, it was a bad habit, and it didn't help his reasoning. *

After bragging about a wave of roommates, Jason saw John's expression strangely: "You seem to admire Sherlock."

John covered his mouth and coughed dryly: "It's better not to tell him in person." Although he praised Sherlock in public not once or twice.

"And..." John said softly, "Although he never admits that he is a good person, he has been looking for the truth for the victims."

Sherlock's harsh and vicious tongue always makes people want to beat him, and the most offensive thing is not the "disrespectful" words that Sherlock makes from time to time, but his performance that can always see through everything makes people afraid.

Undoubtedly, John was not used to this feeling of being seen through at first.But maybe it was because he could still accept the offense even though he thought it was a bit unbelievable, they had now become partners in solving crimes to some extent.

Sherlock's impersonal reasoning is more ruthless than the emotional speculation in detective novels and media reports, but it is also what the victims and the police need more.

John admires Sherlock's ability to do this. He can always find clues in all kinds of seemingly irrelevant details, and restore the truth in a painstaking manner.

The steaming food was served, and through the fog, Jason nodded silently.

"That's right, that little bastard is indeed sloppy..."

And he was a little vain, and liked to hear people call him detective or something—even though every time Jason called him that, it was a bit of a joke.

And he always said some inappropriate things that spoiled the atmosphere... Jason still felt itchy when he thought of Sherlock pointing out the things he wanted to obscure the past several times.

But Sherlock is such a little bastard with obvious advantages and equally prominent disadvantages.

When Jason thought of the world where Peter lived in the past, Sherlock seemed a little sluggish.

While they were in the room, Peter and Tony went to hang out with Spider-Man, Jason was on the Internet, and Clark was similar to him, but he also went out to help others in the middle.

Sherlock has boredom written all over his body, and he looks like he is about to wither without a case being solved.

Seemingly casually complaining about Sherlock's previous performance, Jason wiped his mouth after eating a mouthful of vegetables: "...is he like this in front of you?"

John has a lot to say about this matter.

"More than that - I think I'll be able to write the book "What Sherlock Holmes Can Do When He's Bored" if I stay with him for a few more months."

John joked: "Nicotine patches, punch holes in the wall, play the violin - the kind that gets the neighbors to report us for cat abuse, play with Mr Skull - oh, Mr Skull is a skull, he's a A respectable and reserved gentleman, and a friend of Sherlock's..."

Jason: "..." It sounds like Sherlock's future roommate has gone a little crazy, doesn't he?

John, who was whining and complaining, didn't realize that his words had already attracted the unimaginable eyes of many guests around him.

Before Jason interrupted him, John pondered and said: "Sherlock...he just can't stop thinking, if he keeps being in that idle state, Sherlock will not only drive himself crazy, but also drive him crazy Everyone around -- as you can see, like me."

John made a final joke, and he smiled kindly, lightly off the subject.

When the other party asked this question, the former military doctor realized that this gentleman who seemed not easy to get along with was probably concerned about Sherlock.

That being the case, he didn't mind making fun of himself and saying something that was against etiquette.

Jason looked at John and felt something: "You have a really good relationship."

John: "Although it seems that others think we are a couple..."

The resolute and gentle former military doctor blinked: "But we are indeed friends."

……

"Boss, our security system was suddenly attacked..."

When Anthea reported this situation, she felt a little headache. Their department does not specialize in cyber defense and security, but the unknown hacker seems to have a special preference for them, deliberately provoking them.

Mycroft looked away from the two Sherlocks on the screen, and had to say that watching these at work was good for physical and mental relaxation.

He thought of the secret surveillance that suddenly failed at 221B, and the young master who seemed pampered. Mycroft said calmly, "It's okay, it's probably a prank by Xiali's friend."

The prank came to him, and Mycroft also saw that the other party didn't want to make a big deal out of it.

Anthea looked at the calm expression of her immediate boss, and showed a standard smile: "Okay, Boss, I will pass it on to them."

"Then the friends of young Mr. Holmes..."

Peter and the others greeted him before going out, and Mycroft also sent someone to follow them from a distance, and deleted all the monitoring that involved them along the way.

"Continue to let people follow, as for monitoring..."

Mycroft's eyelids twitched, and he looked at the Q-version curly-haired cartoon man that popped out of his computer, and a bubble appeared on the little thing's head: "Wow, this place doesn't look pleasing to the eye."

After finishing speaking, this desk pet-like intruder began to jump around on the desktop, pushing the folders that were originally well-organized into a mess.

He also tried to open some messy webpages on it, which looked very like a bad brother.

The mess on the desktop is not enough, the Q version of the curly hair boy is also constantly emitting various bubbles, and if Mycroft subconsciously feels the nerve throbbing in his teeth, he will know it is from Sherlock at a glance.

Mycroft: "...Leave the monitoring alone for now."

It seems that Tony who can directly hack into his computer can take care of it all.