[Shen Xia] Son of Great Britain

Lestrade is a very responsible person, and he drove to Favors' home after work.It is also thanks to the fact that the "serial suicide case" has been solved.

He adjusted the collar of his police uniform and rang the doorbell three times.

After a while, no one opened the door, and he was a little puzzled, so he knocked on the door directly, "Hey, there is someone inside—" before he finished speaking, the door opened.

But it wasn't nanny Hannah who opened the door, but young Favors.

The black-haired and gray-eyed boy stood there quietly, inviting Lestrade to come in with an inviting gesture.

Lestrade felt something was wrong, he observed the room when he entered the door, "Son, where is your nanny?"

Favors went to the kitchen and tiptoed to make black tea for Lestrade, "She's gone."

Lestrade, who stepped forward to take over from Favors to make tea, frowned directly. Hannah is a full-time guardian nanny. Although it is temporary, minors under the age of 13 are placed separately The behavior at home still violated the "Law on the Protection of Minors".

It's unbelievable that a babysitter would make a mistake that could ruin her career.

"Ramirez, do you know where she went?" He sat on the sofa with two cups of black tea, pushed one of them to Favors, his eyes paused when he touched the obituary in the newspaper on the coffee table, and borrowed The action of putting down the teacup folded the newspapers.

"You are a considerate person, just call me Favors." Favors certainly noticed his actions, and the obituary in the newspaper this morning said it was his mother, "Hannah finished her work, so gone."

Seeing that Lestrade still wanted to ask, Favors finished it all at once, "She is an agent hired by a certain official, and she wants to steal the information of that official from Mr. Hawk next door. And she also I found a wonderful entry point. Mr. Hawk’s neighbor is a nanny with a child. So she took advantage of my nanny’s inattention and put shrimp powder in my food to make me allergic. Get rid of the original nanny, and I Also fell ill, so no one will know about the new babysitter in this family in a short time, so she quietly approached the target."

As if he was reading news from a newspaper, he spoke in a straightforward manner, seemingly completely unaware of the amazing thing he was talking about.

But agents?Politics//Governance//Conspiracy?That's not something a child should know.

Favors: That's pretty obvious, isn't it?

Lestrade had a WTF expression on his face. He didn't believe what Favors said, but he suddenly remembered Sherlock's strange reaction to the theft next door this morning, and suddenly became a little suspicious.

"Mr. Hawke did not call the police to let Scotland Yard help him find the agent. He just used Scotland Yard's attention to suppress the other party's actions and buy himself time to escape abroad." Favors said Lestrade Gang took the folded newspaper, unfolded it, pointed to the headline on the front page and said, "Otherwise, the newspaper you will read tomorrow will not be that official, but the obituary of Mr. Hawke."

Sitting on the European-style sofa, the young boy who couldn't touch the ground with his feet was like a shrewd old jazz, giving some advice to the confused younger generation.

The strange attitude of the informant Hawke, his eagerness to go on vacation...

With the words of Favors, Lestrade connected many clues together, and he was surprised to find that this childlike absurd guess was unexpectedly seamless.

No, this is not speculation at all, he never used a guessing tone from the beginning to the end.

Lestrade looked at Favors as if he was looking at the second Sherlock, and he asked in disbelief: "Why would that official appear in tomorrow's newspaper?" According to Favors, then The lady agent should have already retired.

Favors gave him a shy smile, or a polite smile, "Who knows."

If it was Sherlock in front of him, Lestrade would probably have started gnashing his teeth at this time.But the child he faced, the adult-like wisdom and transparency made him a little creepy, Lestrade even felt that he might be more mature than Sherlock in some respects, since Sherlock was too "willful" "A little.

In the end, he just walked out of the house in silence, made two calls to Scotland Yard, and ordered people to start investigating the nanny Hannah's information and the theft of the Hawke's house.

In addition, he also edited a text message, but hesitated for a moment and did not press the send button.

Through the window, Favors easily saw the change in the detective's expression.

—Oh, he seems to have misunderstood.

However, even if Favors understood it, he didn't intend to explain it. He didn't need to explain it, did he?

Hannah is an agent, including that her target is Mr. Hawke, these are all obvious to Favors at a glance.Although the shrimp powder in the food was spat out after the first bite, Favors still had an allergic reaction.Originally, Favors kept Hannah just to get revenge afterwards, but he never expected that something would happen to his mother.

It was a complete coincidence, but not an inevitable coincidence, it was his carelessness and stupidity that made it happen.

"Favors, have you packed your things? How about we have dinner before we come to my house? I know a good Italian restaurant." Lestrade returned.

"Of course, my luggage is at the door." Favors jumped off the sofa, took off the small beige trench coat on the hanger and put it on, which made him look like Lestrade in a father-son outfit.

Lestrade bent down to straighten his collar, and turned off the lights in the room, "Is that all?" He looked at a suitcase and a violin case at the door, which didn't seem to hold much.

"Yes." Favors replied obediently.He felt as if he had frightened the poor detective earlier, maybe he should have acted more like a child?

"Well, I hope to find your relatives soon." Lestrade opened the door, walked to the side of the car and put the suitcase in the rear compartment, "I think you should sit in the back seat with the violin."

Favors nodded, and quickly stepped forward with the violin case in his arms. Lestrade opened the car door for him, "Of order."

After sitting down, he held his mobile phone and began to reply.Since the obituary was published, many friends of his mother have sent him condolences through the publishing house.Some people are sincere condolences, but some people hope to get something from him.Whether it is huge copyright fees and inheritances, or unpublished manuscripts of world best-selling authors, there are always some people who are greedy and overwhelmed.

"Is someone harassing you?" Lestrade also predicted this from today's media trends. If Ms. Ramirez's home address hadn't been kept strictly confidential, I'm afraid this place would have ushered in a storm just like Scotland Yard and the publishing house. Wave after wave of media reporters.

"Of course, but after I told them that Mr. Detective adopted me, they all expressed 'sincere joy'." Favors showed a smirk, this smile was different from before, it looked full of violations harmony.

"Just call me Greg. If someone harass you again, just reply to them like today." Lestrade glanced at the black-haired boy in the rearview mirror, "You're very smart."

"Thanks, Greg."

"Can you tell me how you figured out Hannah was a spy?"

Favors pondered for a while, Lestrade thought he was confused, "Is it convenient to say?"

"No, I was thinking about why you can't see it." Favors said with a distressed expression.

At this time, he was like a child who was proud of solving an answer that adults didn't know. This really made Lestrade no longer have the creepy thoughts before, but it gave him a very familiar feeling.

"Do I need to take notes later?" Favors raised his head and asked.

"I suppose so," Lestrade replied.

"Then why don't we talk about it at the time of the transcript, although I always have to explain to... people, but I don't like repeating it a second time."

Lestrade thought about the pause in his words just now, "Did you mean goldfish?"

Favors didn't deny it, "It's a good description."

Lestrade still couldn't help gritting his teeth, "I knew it, another Sherlock Holmes child." It was as annoying as Sherlock Holmes and Mycroft Holmes.

It's a pity that he didn't realize that this was Sherlock Holmes, and he was only a little bit close to fighting back with Sherlock against the "big devil" Mycroft.

Favors showed an innocent smile, Mr. Inspector is really a nice person, but he is a little timid.

At dinner, Lestrade tried to find something to talk about about Favors.He knew that these overly intelligent people could not be treated as children, even if they were children.

"Do you like Italian food?"

"It's better than British food, but I like Chinese food better."

"Sherlock told me about a Chinese restaurant, and I'll take you there next time." Lestrade replied predictably, "Do you have any requirements for the new nanny?"

Favors stared at Lestrade for a moment. "I hope it's not another agent."

"Of course." Lestrade looked at his clean dessert plate, "Like sweets?"

"If I can order a snow top brownie, I will answer you." Favors said solemnly.He is becoming more and more like an ordinary kid, and most of the time he still likes to look like ordinary people, just looks.

Lestrade called the waiter and said like a serious father: "No, you have eaten ice cream waffles just now, I will not let you eat so much ice cream. Souffle or pudding?"

"Shu Fulei." Favors nodded reluctantly, quite dissatisfied, "I won't answer your question just now."

"It's a pity, Mr. Little, I can think." Lestrade nodded his temple, and said with a smile in his tone.

Favors raised his eyebrows, stood up and held up the orange juice, and saluted like a gentleman, "Please allow me to toast the thinking Mr. Inspector."

"Well, you still win." Lestrade looked around and quickly pushed Favors back to his seat.

While waiting for Souffle to be served, he saw a violinist playing in the restaurant, and asked, "You see you have a violin, do you want to try it?"

Favors looked over, and there was a boy about his age beside the violinist.The boy came forward shyly holding his own violin. His parents cheered him up at the dining table. A wonderful rivalry with the violin played.

It's a pity that the boy may have heard this piece, but he doesn't know how to play it. The first movement is almost over and he still can't find a chance to join in the performance, which makes him look very embarrassed.Seeing this, the violinist switched to "Gavotte in D Major" when the tune was fading out. This is a simple and slow Bach piece. The boy's eyes lit up, he set up the violin and joined in Playing.

The cute child and the beautiful music made everyone in the restaurant smile knowingly. After the ensemble ended, they all applauded. The boy also threw himself into the arms of his parents with blushing cheeks, happily telling his feelings.

What a beautiful scene.

Lestrade thought.

"I don't want to be like a monkey." Favors refused mercilessly, and he scooped up the soufflé he had just delivered and put it into his mouth.

"Okay." Lestrade felt a little regretful, "What school are you studying now? I will try my best to arrange time to pick you up after school every day."

Favors shook his head, "I'm a homeschooler, and I've informed my teachers to change the teaching location to your home."

Lestrade wasn't too surprised, because Favors didn't seem to get along with ordinary kids, "Wait!"

He suddenly realized something was wrong, "How did you know the address of my home?" He obviously didn't disclose it, and he hasn't brought Favors back yet.

The Scottish inspector's home address is not easily found on the Internet, and he keeps his privacy very high.

Favors waited until he finished his dessert and was in a good mood before slowly returning to him, "You don't have much fuel left in the tank, but you didn't take a detour to refuel after work, which means you have enough fuel for you. Go home, and you will pass by a gas station on your way home. There are 641 gas stations in London, and if you calculate the distance you can drive, you can circle the approximate area at once. Your salary is not low, and There are no bad hobbies, but judging from the situation in your car, you are living in some abnormal... financial constraints. You have a lot of MUJI products in your car, but you don’t seem to be their fans, which means There is a bustling business district near where you live. There are a total of 12 MUJI stores in London, and when they overlap with a gas station, you can immediately know which area you are in.②”

"You have a very small house near Sloane Square - if you ask me, it's a stupid choice. It's better to live near Scotland Yard than there." Compared with the housing prices there, your salary is extremely meager, “You spent all your savings to buy a small house there for your ex-wife, but your ex-wife thinks the house is too small, and you don’t have enough time to spend with her And cheated on someone else."

"Hey! This is not something a child should know." Lestrade looked at him angrily. "Even so, you shouldn't know my exact address."

"Obviously you forgot the house sales information you put on the trunk." Favors said innocently.

Lestrade choked, feeling this familiar feeling again.

"It's a wise choice to sell the house, at least you won't see her with someone else at Christmas."

"Don't even mention that, damn it!"

"Mr. Detective, civilization."

Fortunately, Lestrade had long been accustomed to the torture of Sherlock and Mycroft, so he quickly recovered his calm.It's just that he can't help but mutter in his heart that Favors is a little devil who raises his tail from time to time.

After a "harmonious" dinner, Lestrade led Favors to the parking lot.

This street is very lively at night, in addition to a few good restaurants, but also because there is a cinema next to it.While plays are always more popular in the UK, the power of the film market should not be underestimated.

This is probably a newly opened theater, and leaflets are still being distributed on the side of the road.

Lestrade was stuffed with a leaflet by the black-haired girl, "Sir, there are a few movies coming out recently, are you interested?"

"Eh..." The other party seemed to be a student, and Lestrade didn't explicitly refuse. He looked down at the leaflets in his hand, and saw some interested ones.It would be nice to watch a movie if he had the rare time, he'd already missed several plays and the entire Christmas block because of that damned "serial suicide case".

Favors saw his movement, and considering that he was a "good boy", he said obediently: "Okay."

The two changed their course immediately, and Lestrade chose a family comedy that was just released today, which was so nonsensical that he didn't need to take his brains to watch it.Obviously, he was worried that after choosing a suspense film, Favors would spoil the whole scene from the beginning.At least he believed that Sherlock would definitely do it.

There really isn't much to spoil in a nonsensical comedy, but Favors also doesn't understand why the people around him occasionally laugh.

Favors: This doesn't look funny, it's a complete waste of my time.

Out of etiquette, he didn't get up and leave at the opening 10 minutes, but watched the audience indifferently.

The film entered the middle and late stages, and began to add a little touching emotional elements, and the surroundings returned to calm.

"What the fxxk?!"

"HELP!"

At this time, the untimely voice made everyone around them frown.

Lestrade's intuition was wrong. He turned to look at the source of the sound, and there was a man standing there with a terrified face.

"Someone's dead here!" he yelled.

There were exclamations and commotions all around.

"Please be quiet, I am the Inspector of Scotland Yard." He produced his police card.

At this time, the film was still being shown, and the screen was still laughing, which seemed extraordinarily funny in comparison.He bent down to Favors and said, "Tell them to turn on the lights and stop the show."

Favors ran out to inform the theater staff, and soon the dark hall was lit up, and the theater manager also rushed over, but the movie was still playing.

Lestrade has already notified his colleagues to come, and he also asked the theater staff to help seal the scene, because the deceased was killed by Mu Cang, and the bullet was shot from the back of the head, which means that the murderer is likely to be in the shadows. hall.

"God! I just wanted to go to the bathroom, and he kept bending over to let me go, and when I wanted to hit him... I mean when I touched him, he had blood all over his head. He had blood on his left and right sides No one, and I don't know when he died..." The first person who discovered it pointed to his bloody palm and said.

"The murderer is in the screening room." Favors said, leaning over to take a look, "He was originally seated at the back, if the murderer attacked him a few rows behind him or standing in the last aisle, the angle of incidence is too low , The marks left on the back of his chair are not limited to this. It is obvious that this is a burn mark from a shot from a high place, and if it can be accurately hit in this environment, the opponent is a professional killer or a retired soldier."

"You should stay away." Lestrade had no time to educate him, and rushed to the screening room with the theater security. Unfortunately, they only found the traces left by each other, but did not catch anyone.

Looking at Lestrade who returned empty-handed and notified the police to block the vicinity, Favors reminded: "Even if there are guns on the wooden warehouse, in order to cover up all the movements, the murderer will definitely choose the most noisy time to attack. He/she I've seen the film a few times and I know when the laughs are the loudest."

Lestrade pondered for a moment, then asked the manager, "I remember this movie was released today, do you have today's monitoring?"

"Stupid, you obviously forgot that he/she can come in directly as a projectionist." Favors looked at the manager.

"Um, yes, we have a new employee this morning. Her name is Mates Pey. She's a conductor, not a projectionist." The manager wiped his sweaty head, and he felt a child's gaze It made him feel pressured, "Chris is the projectionist for this show, but what about Chris?"

It wasn't until Lestrade's men arrived late that they found Chris, who had been suffering from diarrhea for a long time, in the toilet.

Now you don't even need to ask, everyone knows what kind of trick the murderer used.

First, as a conductor, he ensured that there were empty seats on the left and right sides of the deceased, so as to allow himself time to escape after committing the crime. Then, he made the original projectionist Chris suffer from diarrhea, and took her place, aiming at the wooden warehouse in the projection room.Very old trick, but clean and effective.

"Damn killer, she ruined my vacation!" Donavan who came to the scene complained.

"It's crazy to kill people under the detective's nose!" Anderson said, poking his head out of the auditorium.

Lestrade in the corridor also felt that something was wrong. The name of the deceased was Wilm Gart (Wilm Gart), from Utah (Utah), the United States, and he came to England alone for a trip. There was nothing suspicious about his identity. He would not provoke anyone to hire a professional killer to kill him.

And why does the killer know that the other party will come to the theater?The deceased's social records did not mention his interest in the film.

This case is too weird.

Lestrade had a hunch that this was not an ordinary rape.

After confirming that the scene has been dealt with, Donavan came to report to Lestrade, and she said viciously, "Don't ask that freak this time, maybe who is behind this scene//behind/the mastermind."

"Donavan!" Lestrade snapped. "You shouldn't have said that about him."

Donavan didn't take it seriously, "Let me tell you, even if it wasn't him this time, he would do this kind of thing sooner or later. He is such a restless person, you shouldn't trust him."

"I hope you can shut your mouth from this second." Lestrade warned, he did not continue to entangle with Donavan, but walked out of the cordoned place, Favors was outside wait for him.

He was full of apologies, "Sorry, I have to work overtime tonight, I will ask my subordinates to send you back and take care of you for a while, here is the key."

As a child who witnessed the corpse at close range, Favors was once again covered with blankets, and he explained what Lestrade had been confused for a long time just now, "You should check the person who distributed the leaflets, this family The theaters opened before Christmas, and the publicity period has passed.”

Lestrade quickly realized what he meant, but he didn't intend to involve Favors in the case too deeply, "Favors, thank you, I know you are very smart, but this place should be handed over to Scotland Yard." He stuffed Favors with a cup of hot milk, and called his subordinates to drive him back.

Favors did not express any protest against this, or he has realized that Scotland Yard can't find anything down.

Killer Mates Pey.

Wilm Gart of the dead from Utah.

Anyone who is good at Scrabble can easily realize that these letters need only be arranged slightly to become-

Uplay with me.

Gamestart.

It's a very simple game of Scrabble, like playing with a child.When it was contacted that the leafleter had distributed leaflets to him and Lestrade as well as to the deceased, it became immediately obvious.

That//behind/the black hand was after him.

Favors looked at the newspaper aside: Is it the morning obituary...

The tone of the combined sentence is very strong, and even the self-talk has announced the start of the game, and there is no right for people to refuse.

If it is a simple invitation this time, what is the game like?On the bright side, does he have to wait passively until the other party takes action before reacting?

That's not his style.

He thought that the other party would not like the stand-alone game mode.

Favors, who came to Lestrade's house, put down his luggage and dialed a number with his mobile phone.

Yes, I agree.

Use the Jiugongge keyboard to convert the number to exactly 9 digits, plus the London area code 07——

[07937424733]

dial.

There was a familiar violin sound on the other end of the phone, which was the "Concerto for Two Violins in D Minor" that I heard in the restaurant during dinner.

The first movement started with the second violin, and as the music fluttered, the first violinist represented by Favors also joined in the performance.

It's a rivalry, and that's the essence of this Bach piece.