[Comprehensive British and American] Today's meal at 221B Baker Street

Tang Heng was lying on the sink, wanting to vomit but still unable to vomit. She didn't want to try the feeling of meat with the smell of fresh blood in her mouth for the second time in her life. She was not very good at eating raw food. After eating it, I feel uncomfortable for several days. There was no way to do it back then, but now I really have to do it as a last resort.

She stayed for a while, and came out when she was sure that she had no problems for the time being, "You already have the answer, but is it more difficult to arrest people across the country?"

Sherlock pushed the cup away from himself, "You first make sure that these tableware will not appear on Baker Street tomorrow." He looked at Tang Heng's pale face and raised his eyebrows, "It seems that you have guessed what happened What's the matter, but the last steak seems to make you accept the difficulty!"

"Well, after all, when I guessed what his little hobby was, I felt that I should really thank you for not telling me the truth from the beginning." Tang Heng sat on the sofa, she rubbed her cheeks, " He should not touch me for the time being, and his research will end early, and he should return to the United States first, we can take this opportunity to contact the FBI, hoping that they will not trust their psychological counseling experts too much."

Watson told himself in his heart, don't ask, asking is death. Now he doesn't want to think about what he had for dinner at all. He silently picked up his laptop and started the daily code words, which made him immersed in it very quickly. , blocking all information from the outside world.

The dishes on the table gradually cooled down, and a strange smell began to spread. At first, it was a faint smell of blood, and then it slowly turned into a mixture of sweetness and alcohol, and finally turned into an indescribable but irritating smell. People feel very uncomfortable smell.

"I'm curious what exactly you put here?"

Tang Heng took out a small bottle from his pocket and threw it to him, "A little local product, if you are in danger next time, you can take it, it will probably save you from PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds for half an hour."

Produced by the Tang family, no one can deceive the old, but the materials are not reliable, which once made people love and hate. This one in Tang Heng's hand is already an improved version.

Sherlock is very interested, but the interest is only fleeting. He needs interesting cases now. Not only Watson, but even Tang Heng can feel that Sherlock is faintly out of control. He is gradually dissatisfied with the case. The pleasure of coming, after he came into contact with the world of magic and superheroes, this dissatisfaction was gradually magnified.

Sherlock himself is also aware of the change in his mentality, but to him, it is like candy wrapped in poison, exuding a seductive smell anytime and anywhere, making him unable to stop. At present, he can still control himself, but What the future holds, none of them know.

Tang Heng packed up all the things on the table and put them at the door. Agents would naturally take these things away. She was not worried that Hannibal would learn any useful information from these agents. After all, Hannibal It's not a god, it's impossible to completely turn an excellent agent against each other in just a few exchanges.

Mycroft attended a meeting. After the meeting, he arrived at Baker Street in his small black car. The crime scene had been guarded by Scotland Yard police officers. Sherlock was standing in front of the balcony of 221B watching the other side busy. Police officers coming and going.

He walked into the living room and saw Tang Heng and Sherlock discussing the murder case, "I'm glad to see that both of you are safe and sound."

Tang Heng wanted to complain that he said this like a villain who wished for the two of them to die early, so she picked up the coffee pot and gestured to McCoff.

"What's the matter?" Sherlock sat cross-legged on his chair, clasped his hands on his chin, and his eyes sparkled.

Mycroft sat on the single sofa, "I still can't tell why." He looked at the obvious suspicion on Sherlock's face, smiled wryly and shook his head, "You can't think I'm omnipotent, Don't think I have to isolate all the incidents from you, the old man's background is indeed very clean, but his son and grandson are not very clean, you can understand what I mean, Xiali."

"You can't take revenge on your son and grandson, so you should take revenge on their relatives, right?" Tang Heng pushed the coffee with sugar cubes to McCoff's hand, "I saw the expression on the old man's face when he died, the murderer It should be someone he knew well, so he went to open the door so relaxedly, and was shot dead directly."

"Miss Tang's observation skills are very strong." Mycroft said in an unrecognizable tone, his gaze and expression were extremely peaceful, "I think Miss Tang's spirit has recovered quite well recently, and I don't know when she will be able to recover completely." How about getting better?"

Tang Heng smiled, "It should be soon, but it depends on the schedule of my psychiatrist. Mr. Daifuku should have known that my psychiatrist, Dr. Lecter, was urgently called by the FBI. I have to rush back to deal with the matter over there, he invited me to go to the United States to stay for a while in a few days, thinking that a change of environment might be of great help to my mental state."

"It seems that Dr. Lecter and Ms. Tang have a very happy conversation, so it seems that it was the right choice to recommend this doctor to Ms. Tang." Mycroft took a sip of coffee and felt that the sweetness was just right, "Tang On the day Miss leaves, if I have time, I will go see you off."

Tang Heng rejected him in his heart. It turned out that Lestrade recommended Dr. Lecter to himself was McCoff's proposal. It seemed that this doctor must have provoked him unconsciously somewhere, otherwise, it didn't happen in England There is really no need for Mr. Dafu to take care of the domestic affairs, and unfortunately, he became that chess piece. Simply, the things on the original owner are of great negotiating value, which made her change from a chess piece to a chess piece that knows the inside story .

Speaking of which, I'm very angry!

Tang Heng didn't show it on her face, she politely rejected McCoff's kindness in the tradition of a flower grower, and then changed the topic to this case with a few words.

There are three biggest problems in this case. One is that the murderer has disappeared without a trace, and even the agents all over the street have not been able to find him. The second is that the timing of this case is too coincidental, which makes them have to think about it. And the last point is the crisis behind this case.

"It won't be Moriarty's hands. He has no reason to do so. This will neither bring him benefits and benefits, nor hinder Sherlock." Tang Heng began to slowly talk about his thoughts , "I don't have much contact with other people. At most, I can be regarded as pen pals. On this, it depends on you, but there must be a part against Sherlock in this matter. Didn't you say that I was in the theater with Watson before?" Outside, someone shot you?"

Sherlock put down his hand, "They're not a group of people." His hand unconsciously sketched something on his leg. After a long while, he looked up at Mycroft, "Do you still remember the previous navy case?"

The case on Baker Street quickly became the headlines of the newspapers, and it competed with the case in the theater. However, given that there were some things behind the case in the theater that could not be brought to the fore, Scotland Yard had already contacted the newspaper to withdraw some news. Lestrade couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when the Baker Street case emerged, but it was only temporary. After learning from Mycroft that the case was related to the government's lost secret documents, he felt that his official career might come to an end. up.

"To be honest, I have never had such a strong desire to go to the hospital immediately." Lestrade lit a cigarette, looked at Sherlock and Watson, and said with frustration, "What happened recently It's largely out of Scotland Yard's purview, but people are always looking at us."

Watson gave him a sympathetic look. The recent two cases on Downing Street have put a lot of pressure on Scotland Yard. The pressure is so great that Lestrade has already run to their side three times a day. Sherlock's face It's very ugly. It's ugly to see Watson suspect that he will take the stick at the door and beat Lestrade out in the next second, just like playing a Bludger.

Lestrade himself was obviously aware of the problem, but until the case was settled, he still had to stay in Baker Street with the cheek.

"I know that Mr. Daifuku has agreed to your participation in this case. After all, this case is much easier to solve than the case of the Navy who accidentally died on the top of the train." Lestrade sighed, "The main thing is Now the old duke is still in the hospital, if there is any stimulation, I'm really afraid he won't be able to survive, and the unlucky one is Scotland Yard in the end."

Watson nodded, but he looked at Sherlock, "Don't you think that unfortunate old man would go faster if Sherlock came forward?"

Lestrade fell silent, his gaze was so weird and meaningful that Sherlock, who had been sitting there, looked over with some dissatisfaction, "Watson, I'm curious what happened in your head full of achnatherum What cruel and inhumane demonization has been carried out on me, do you think I am a person who can stimulate the dying old man in front of him?"

Tang Heng poked his head in from outside the door, "Yes, Watson and I are very skeptical whether one day the words from your mouth can not only kill people, but also drag a person who has stepped into heaven. return."

Lestrade looked at Watson, then at Tang Heng, and finally at Sherlock, and said with a sneer, "You are joking, aren't you?"

The three of them exchanged a look, and smiled at Lestrade at the same time, "Guess!"

Confused, Lestrade left with the clues Sherlock gave him. After he left, Sherlock picked up his violin, and the melodious and melodious music flowed down from the window, and soon resounded throughout the world. The whole street, in this hot noon, the shops on Baker Street closed their doors tightly, silently resisting the sudden noise.

And Sherlock's eyes were empty, as if he had entered his own spiritual hall.