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"How sure are you to steal those things?" Mycroft touched the fedora in his hand, feeling sad in the rickety carriage.

Mycroft disliked Sherlock's terrible proposal, to steal?This is clearly not a good idea!But now besides letting Sherlock give it a try, I am afraid there is no other way!After all, it's better than sitting still and waiting for the news of Prince Albert's chaotic private life to spread at home and abroad.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, and said dully: "If you had other ways, maybe you wouldn't come to me, wouldn't you? Mycroft, take it easy! Don't forget that I am Sherlock Holmes!"

"Heh~" Mycroft snorted softly, only supporting his cane and said lightly: "I hope you, Sherlock Holmes, don't let me down. This matter can't be handled well..."

Before Mycroft finished speaking, Sherlock crossed his legs and said casually first: "If it doesn't work out, you will withdraw your support to me, won't you? It's enough to say one shameless act, and repeat it again and again." There is absolutely no need to chatter in my ears!"

Athena on the side leaned listlessly on the board of the carriage, and was a little bit out of breath. She had no interest in the bickering and quarreling between the two brothers. After all...according to their words, how could she, a goldfish-headed lady with a vase, understand them? The troubles of these geniuses!

And Vettel on the opposite side also maintains a high-quality professionalism. As a housekeeper, he resolutely does not participate in such absurd matters such as childish quarrels between the masters. He is completely blind and can't hear anything!Can't see anything!

Because of this, the entire carriage was full of angry disputes between the two brothers Sherlock and Mycroft. It happened that both of them were eloquent, and no one suffered a disadvantage!No one lost the battle!

"You don't have much time left, and by the way, it's a six-inch photo!" Mycroft indifferently watched Sherlock take out a folded note from his pocket, handed it over, and said, "This It is the address where Irene Adler lives, use your abilities to show His Highness a good look!"

Sherlock took it indifferently, and said: "Also ask Your Highness to prepare my reward. After all, it is to help the royal family solve such a big trouble. I think the queen and the crown prince should not be too stingy with the heir of His Highness the Prince! I am determined to get the money, so after finishing this case, at least I won't have to hear you threaten me this year!"

"I hope so!" Mycroft tilted his head, his lips slightly pursed, and he gave Sherlock a polite fake smile.

Vettel put on his hat and said as usual: "Gentlemen and ladies. Baker Street is here!"

Athena didn't even wait for Vettel to open the door to get out of the car first, and jumped off with her skirt in her hands. She looked back at Mycroft and said with a faint smile, "Mike! Don't forget our agreement!"

Mycroft leaned against the car door and nodded and smiled. The smile on his face was obviously very different from the polite fake smile before. Sherlock saw the huge difference in the smile before and after, and he was angry again.Before even waiting for Mycroft to speak, he deliberately knocked him against the door panel of the carriage before getting off.

Mycroft frantically picked up the hat that had been squeezed out, and only raised his hand and said, "Athena, don't always play around every day, practice painting and violin, don't be unfamiliar?"

"Of course Mike! But don't forget, this innate talent is not so easy to forget!" Athena stood aside, and Sherlock still entered the door of 221 angrily.

She saw Mike dotingly smiled, picked up his hat and held it on top of his head and shook it slightly before saying, "I hope you have a pleasant and peaceful night, goodbye!"

"Goodbye, brother!"

In the kitchen of 221, Melina was busy cooking delicious Greek dishes. Athena asked the servants to take the paint box aside and she went upstairs alone.

Dr. Watson was sitting on the sofa with a newspaper in his hand and was concentrating on reading the newspaper, but Sherlock, who had entered the door early in the morning, was nowhere to be seen. Seeing her approaching, Watson asked, "What's wrong with Sherlock?"

"Then you have to ask him and Mycroft!" Athena pouted and sat directly on the sofa, she leaned on the soft sponge behind her relaxedly, and sighed: "I really don't know how you can bear Sherlock's temper To this day, he really doesn't sound good when he speaks."

Watson chuckled lightly, and only sighed: "None of you three siblings in the Fu family speak nicely, of course! Among them, Sherlock is the most serious, and I don't always tolerate him. Speaking of endurance...it's Ray Inspector Strade's naturally good temper tolerated him."

Hearing Watson talk about Lestrade, Athena suddenly sat up straight and looked at Watson and asked tentatively: "John, when did you and Inspector Lestrade meet? Do you know his family background? "

"Lestrade?" Watson uncovered the corner of the newspaper in his hand. He looked at Athena and asked in confusion, "What? Suddenly remembered to care about Inspector Lestrade?"

Athena shrugged her shoulders and did not answer the question directly. It has been several days since Lestrade was last seen at the last dance. Even when she called Scotland Yard, it was Alek who answered her. Telephone.

Why was Lestrade at that ball?Why did Mycroft say again that he was in great trouble?His identity seemed elusive, and Athena's curiosity about Lestrade only grew, with Mycroft clearly knowing something and keeping it from himself.

Watson folded the newspaper and thought about it for a long time before saying: "I have known Inspector Lestrade since I moved here. It is obvious that Sherlock knew him earlier. Sherlock also introduced Inspector Lestrade to me. It’s just calling him the most useful detective in Scotland Yard! As for his identity and background, I don’t know..."

"Obviously Lestrade was in a good family and went to a private public school, either Eton or Harrow. You know that the average family can't afford a child to go to such a school, but then Lestrade didn't Became a detective... This is very strange! Except for a genius with my interest, there are very few high-achieving students who have gone to public school to be a detective! I think it is also because of this that his relationship with his family is very tense. !"

A sudden voice interrupted Watson's words, and everyone followed the voice and only looked towards the door.

Sherlock, who appeared by the door at some point, changed into a duffel suit and dressed up as a drunken groom at some point, with a sloppy look, tattered clothes, full beard and flushed face caused by drunkenness .If it wasn't for this usual voice, I'm afraid everyone present would not be able to tell that it was Sherlock.

The little Corgi Giovanni who was lying on the floor suddenly raised his head and barked twice, even the dog didn't recognize that it was Sherlock.Watson had long been accustomed to the amazing makeup skills of this old man, and now Sherlock, who saw this appearance, didn't care at all, and just focused on Sherlock's words.

Watson asked back: "How do you know that Lestrade went to public school? Eton or Harrow?"

"The children taught in public schools are all rigid and dogmatic, with all kinds of etiquette at their fingertips. For example, Mycroft and Lestrade. In fact, I prefer Lestrade to go to Harrow Public School, because he His style is very different from that of Mycroft from Eton." Sherlock blinked.

Athena asked curiously: "What are you going to do when you dress like this, you look like a little old man in his sixties or seventies?"

Sherlock only lowered his head, still excitedly using his tattered attire and somewhat scary beard to scare the little Corgi Giovanni who kept barking on the ground.Athena repeated it several times before he raised his head and said with a smile: "Of course I want to finish the work and ask His Highness to collect the money! I don't want to be subject to Mycroft anymore, listening to him give orders to me every day and boss me around."

Speaking of which, the "groomman" returned to his drunken state, and staggered downstairs.Watson curled his lips in surprise, and walked towards the restaurant alone.

Athena got up and picked up Giovanni, and was about to go back to the house alone, take a bath, relax, and prepare for dinner.But as soon as he walked out of the living room, Giovanni in his arms jumped up, his short legs stumbling like he was running downstairs.

"Giovanni! Where are you going?" Athena kept chasing after her, but she only got to the second floor and understood why her little Corgi was so excited to keep running down.

Here comes Lestrade!

Giovanni was screaming and jumping excitedly at his trousers, but Lestrade was covered in sweat and looked at Athena panting.

"Where is Sherlock?"

"Just went out! Didn't you see him? The groom!"

Lestrade cursed in a low voice, and subconsciously turned his head to chase after him, but he seemed to think of something and only turned his head and gasped for breath, and he hesitated and said to Athena, "He's back again!"

"What?" Athena was puzzled.

"The Jack who killed Catherine..." Lestrade looked at Athena and said word by word: "The body of a prostitute was just found in Whitechapel today. Their death conditions are exactly the same as Catherine's. Belly, it's horrible."

A terrible thought broke out from the bottom of Athena's heart, but Lestrade still looked at her with complicated eyes and said: "You are right! Catherine's death is not the end, it is just the beginning! And the one who jumped into the Thames Jack the River's murderer, not only is he not dead but he's back!"

Whitechapel?Jack?Prostitute|female?

Could it be that the murderer was—Jack the Ripper?