Sherlock's Girlfriend[Zhongyingmei]

Ai Mi Ye: "..."

Sherlock raised the gun in his hand expressionlessly, and pointed the black muzzle at the owner of the house, who was also the serial murderer.

The man didn't show any fear because of this, but instead had an expression of victory. He calmly straightened the collar of his shirt, bent down in a gentlemanly manner, and didn't look at Sherlock, as if he only had Ai Miye in his eyes.

"Pretty lady, would you like to dance with me?"

His pronunciation is very standard, the Cockney accent is not obvious, but somewhat like the pronunciation in a textbook.

He is well dressed, his hair is black and smooth, all brushed back, his appearance is not special, he will not be spotted at a glance in the crowd, nor will he fully blend in, he is clean and refreshing, like a gentleman in a top hat, with handsome features, Very typical European.

Ai Miye frowned, "Moriarty?"

Of course not that he was Moriarty.

It means that the person behind him is Moriarty.

"Oh, clever lady."

The smile on his face also seemed to be measured with precision by an instrument, if it was more, it would be exaggerated, if it was less, it would be hypocritical.

For a moment, many red spots appeared on the man's chest, and then his body began to tremble, and then he fell to the ground.

The red dot disappeared.

But Ai Miye heard gunshots.

boom--!

boom--!

boom--!

……

There are seven shots with the same gunshot, and it is the same person.

While other different gunshots fired only three shots.

Apparently, the sniper Moriarty had ambushed here was killed.

You don't need to think about it to know that it is Cyril's subordinate.

Since he said that he would not let her get hurt, he will keep this promise.

Sherlock also heard the gunshots. He put away the gun and squatted beside the man to examine the corpse. He first scratched the man's eyelids, then leaned closer and smelled the man's mouth, and stood up after the examination.

Ai Miye asked, "Is it?"

Sherlock nodded, and then the cell phone text message rang, Ai Miye leaned over, it was a text message from Moriarty.

A game invitation, at the cost of human life.

The murderer can reveal his identity, but not Moriarty's existence.

From the situation just now, it can be seen that the original plan should have been that this man would be killed after being exposed. Even if Ai Miye didn't say anything, Sherlock would still say that there are seven snipers in ambush nearby, ready at any time. Shoot the criminal. This criminal is very smart. He knows that he will die, so he prepares in advance and can die within tens of seconds.

But what the seven snipers probably didn't expect was that one day they would be ambushed by another sniper, and none of the seven survived.

Ai Miye glanced around and tugged on Sherlock's clothes, "Don't you need to look again?"

"No." His voice was slightly lowered, "This case is just the bait for Moriarty to lure us here."

"Moriarty did not participate in this serial murder case. The murderer was just used by him and has no real value."

If Moriarty participated in this case, he would not have been able to find the murderer's address so quickly, and the clues left behind can be easily deduced. There is no difficulty in the case, unlike Moriarty's handwriting. .

As soon as Sherlock and she returned to the laboratory, Lestrade came to find him.

But this time Ai Miye couldn't go to the scene of the crime with him, she patted Sherlock on the shoulder, "I have something to do."

Sherlock glanced at her mechanically, and said calmly, "There's no point in attending a boring party."

She walked out while controlling the mobile phone without raising her head, "A boring case doesn't make any sense of reasoning."

As she spoke, she reached out to stop a taxi, and opened and closed the door neatly without any hesitation.

Lestrade suddenly had a strange feeling of coolness, and he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, but in order not to make his happiness too obvious, he also patted Sherlock on the shoulder, holding back his smile to comfort him, but the words he said Instead, "Look, no girlfriend likes a man who's obsessed with murder."

Sherlock stared closely at the taxi, and confirmed that Ai Miye actually left without even looking at him, "She's not my girlfriend."

Noticing Lestrade's smile, he frowned and repeated, "I told you, she's not my girlfriend."

"Oh, not your girlfriend." Of course Lestrade would not let go of this rare opportunity in his career to tease Sherlock, "Then you have been looking at her, and I saw you holding her hand. "

"If you had eyes, you'd realize that you were touching her pulse, not holding hands."

"Then why are you blushing?"

"Obviously this is not blushing, the outdoor temperature is lower than the indoor temperature, this is a normal physiological phenomenon."

"Don't argue, it's not shameful to have a girlfriend, but anyway, with your personality, you will break up sooner or later."

"False. She won't break up with me."

"And said it wasn't your girlfriend."

"..."