Sherlock's Girlfriend[Zhongyingmei]

Come back home?

Oh, of course not, sir, unless you want a backyard fire.

Ai Miye put the phone back into her pocket, and followed Mr. Black Natural Curl out of the car.

Sherlock was already tall, with long legs, and walked very fast, maybe because of his excitement, but Ai Miye had to trot to keep up with his steps.

And considering that there is still a little distance from the scene of the crime, Ai Miye·Legendary·Lazy Kailin grabbed the windy man in front of him, "Slow down, you want to be the first detective to exhaust your assistant to death." ?"

"It's a consulting detective." He corrected, "It's only 650 four meters from getting off the car, and you started to breathe faster at the [-]st meter. Obviously you lack exercise, and I'm helping you."

Help you out, I want your help.

Ai Miye smiled preciously, "No, if you don't walk slowly, I will resign."

He glanced at her blankly, and then actually slowed down his pace.

???

Mensao style? ? ?

So indifferent on the surface, the body is still very honest.

Ai Miye was finally able to follow his pace easily this time.

The scene of the crime is a very ordinary house, in London, it is a house that can barely live.

Sherlock went in first, his pale but sharp eyes quickly inspected the crime scene, and within a few seconds, he began to move around, as if looking for something.

A serious man is indeed handsome.

Ai Miye temporarily stopped the Oscar Theater and began to examine the crime scene.

There is a pool of blood on the bed, which has completely penetrated the sheets. There are two cups on the table, no signs of fighting. From about 5.4 feet from the inside of the door, there is a blood stain that spreads to the ground at the entrance. There is a kettle on the stove in the kitchen , the cupboard opened a door, and the hooks inside were empty.

There was really no trace of the killer at all. Although apart from the victim's blood, there were three drops of blood between the kitchen and the bed, but it was obviously not the murderer's.

Before Ai Miye could sort out the information, she heard Sherlock's low voice from the bedroom, "Ai Miye, come in."

She followed the sound into the bedroom and saw the body of a little boy, while Sherlock was squatting on the ground to observe.

It's just a corpse, and it's not like I haven't seen it before.

"Help me get a pen."

"where is it?"

"His hand."

Ai Mi Ye: "???"

That he should not refer to the one lying on the ground, right?

Is there another him here?

He walked over with a blank expression, squatted next to Sherlock, and carefully dragged the pen out of the corpse's hand and handed it to him.

Sherlock didn't observe the pen, but got up, expressionless, even a little disappointed, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, sent a text message, and then walked out like flying, as if suddenly remembering what Ai Miye said before, and silently Slowed down the pace.

Ai Mi Ye: "???"

what happened?

Ai Miye followed him and asked, "Sir? Did you gain anything?"

Sherlock reached out and stopped a taxi, and replied as he got into the car, "There is nothing to gain, just solve the case."

???

"gentlemen?"

Sherlock paused when he closed the car door, and looked up at her. After Ai Miye got into the car, he stared at him. His eyes with colored contact lenses were now an ordinary azure blue, and his hair was also light blonde. There is such a fair skin that cannot be concealed, and that dazzlingly gorgeous face, in the interlacing of light and shadow, swaying with an uncontrollable agility, and a captivating beauty, it is an irresistible beautiful.

For a second, he wanted to see her original appearance, but his strong reason and calm made him pull himself out of this emotion in an instant.

This case was too simple, he was no longer interested in the case, and just sent a text message to notify the goldfish, he squinted at her.

He thought of a new game.

After all, Mr. Natural Juan is a big cat who is arrogant and needs to be satisfied with his vanity that crushes everything with a high IQ.

It was rare for Sherlock to measure his head patiently, and his voice was low and gorgeous, "Tell me what you saw."

Ai Miye rolled her eyes, reviewed the crime scene she had just seen, and sorted out the information one by one.

Although it was only for a few seconds, she didn't look at Sherlock, so she didn't know that Sherlock's eyes were running at high speed like a computer, and his focused look was damn charming.

"The murderer is an acquaintance. It's easy to tell. There are two cups on the table. I got information about this case from a friend. Apart from the little boy you just found, there are two victims, a man and a woman. , the man was killed at the door, and the cup on the table has already been used, which means that the murderer was already here before the man returned home, and there is no trace of turning things over at the scene, even if the murderer's purpose is to kill , but there are still a large number of murderers who will take advantage of this to take away valuables, but he didn’t, and he should already have enough understanding of the crime scene, because he didn’t leave any traces himself.”

She hadn't had time to go on with her own deduced point when Sherlock interrupted, "'Him'?"

if not?

90.00% of murder movies are murdered by men.

Ai Miye showed a smile, confident and radiant, like a dazzling son of heaven, "Yes, sir, the murderer subdued the male victim very easily. Judging from the position of the blood stain, the victim was at least 1.8 meters tall. If it is a woman, even if she has excellent strength and fighting, she may not be able to overwhelm the victim, and the victim is over 1.8 meters tall, so the murderer is obviously a man."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows quickly, then quickly returned to his expressionless expression.

Slightly smarter than those dumb goldfish.

His gaze fell on her, and he spoke as quickly as he had just met her, "The victim of more than seven kidnapping cases, you have changed your residence many times, someone is following you, a perverted killer that even the Kailin family can't solve, Apparently, your FBI friends haven't caught that guy yet."

Ai Miye interrupted him before he could say anything more, she was not annoyed at being found out about such a private matter, she still didn't care, "Sir, with all due respect, we should get out of the car."

After paying the fare, he got off with her and went back to 221B Baker Street, lowering his voice and saying, "I want to participate."

Ai Miye showed a reserved and noble smile, but there was a trace of alienation, "No, sir, because he will kill you."

The phone vibrated suddenly.

Both of them turned their gazes to her pockets at the same time.

She took out her mobile phone and clicked on the screen. It was a text message with a disguised number.

tell me your name. ——A

Soon, two text messages came from that number.

I wonder who this girl with blond hair and blue eyes is. ——A

I want to know the name of the man I'm going to kill. ——A