[comprehensive] nowhere to escape

Of course, Sherlock didn't care about the punishment Moriarty would receive, he only cared about whether Moriarty would be caught, but when he heard Raven complain, he also naturally thought of a very Serious question—if Moriarty was caught, would he be sent to a British prison or an American prison?

After thinking about it for about five seconds, he looked back at John.

John spread his hands at him.

Sherlock lifted his legs, pushed the door open and walked out of the house, walking up and down the yard outside.

John also went out, but he didn't walk up and down with him, but when Sherlock walked up and down, he watched and stared at Sherlock.

After walking around, Sherlock returned to the house, followed by John.

At this time, Sherlock had already made his choice.He said: "Yes, Moriarty can indeed be extradited to the US. "

Sherlock wants this right, and this right cannot be given to him theoretically, but it doesn't mean he can't make a deal.

Hodge made a deal with him, but none of them said a word to Moriarty.

At this moment, Sherlock returned to the hotel with John to rest—dealing with Moriarty is definitely not something that can be done in a day, and Sherlock is now more interested in the two FBI agents who may have dogs some.

According to Sherlock's observation, there was indeed no sign of a dog in that house.

However, Spencer Reid has dog hair on his body, and it is rubbed on his coat, or on the chest and cuffs-this means that he must be holding a canine, and a canine should be It left marks on the slippers, but their slippers had no signs of being bitten, which proves...that canine must not have the habit of biting slippers—what kind of dog is so honest and doesn't bite slippers? !

Is it noble? !

Sherlock narrowed his eyes and shrunk his neck back.

He doesn't believe that there are dogs that don't bite slippers, don't pull trouser legs, and don't shed hair on the ground!

So, another half-breed guy named Whitewolf with a dog fur hat on his head playing with Spencer Reed?

Oh, stop it!

Sherlock rolled over on his bed and fell asleep.

Not long after, they interrogated Qinna again in the interrogation room.

She seems to be in a very bad state now, the whole person is in a state of chaos, and she shows disdain for everyone.

Nearly complete schizophrenia.

Red pushed her several photos of the victim.

"Uh huh, what did you show me... What's the use of this?" Qin Na stared at Spencer Reed's face, "Your name is Spencer Reed... It's a good name, I think it's true It's fine... I mean... huh, if I were you, I'd make a career out of here, but why did you choose this, Spencer?"

"You'd better call him Rhett." Raven sat aside, playing the role of bad cop.

"I've never seen you... I don't know you, who are you?" Qin Na turned her head to stare at Raven, "You shouldn't be here at all—variable, you are variable... If you are variable, Then you should be me, no, I should be you...then you are my enemy?"

Suddenly, she became excited.

"You are my enemy! My enemy! I should be like you, you should die! Die! Why...why are you not dead, why are you not me and I am not you?!" she screamed , stood up abruptly to tear Raven apart, but Raven's conditioned reflex was really too sensitive, he immediately grabbed Rhett and backed away, out of her clutches.

While Raven is the face of bad cops, he hasn't done anything yet.

Standing in the monitoring room and watching the interaction in the interrogation room, Sherlock suddenly understood something, put his palms together on his chin and began to think.

An image pops up in my mind of one ball going into Jeanne's body and another ball going into Raven's body...but what if it goes wrong?But... What if it wasn't for bumping into it or it was arranged like this?

So... what about him?Who did he crash into?

And what about John?

Think a little more frighteningly—where is Mycroft-Holmes?

Where did everyone come from?

The more Sherlock thinks about it, the more he feels that the universe is vast and wonderful, and he is about to fall into the realm of mystery and mystery. If he thinks about it one more level, he will probably become the hero of the fantasy theme, but fortunately, he has not escaped from it. Realistic to the point.Although, people with too high IQ are quite divorced from reality.

Finally opened his eyes, he opened the door and walked into the interrogation room.

"I think, I should ask...Jenna Gregorson, the source of the poison you gave your brother has been found, do you want to see Moriarty?"

Jenna stared at Sherlock, and she suddenly began to breathe heavily.

"If you entered MI[-], probably..." Sherlock tilted his head, "It seems that you have learned a lot from Irene, but she has never had a good impression of you..." He said, going to the door He grabbed John's cell phone and dialed a number, and after getting through, he pressed the speakerphone.

A woman's voice came from the phone: "Hello? Hello? Sherlock? You found Jeannah? Oh, talk to me quickly!"

Sherlock turned off the speakerphone.

All of a sudden, the interrogation room was silent.

Qin Na shook her hands, and even her lips trembled.She looked at Sherlock as if she were looking at a monster... "No... no... no... no... no..." She muttered to herself and sat down slumped.

"Shall we continue?" Rhett asked.

The interrogation that followed was much smoother.

Qin Na and Irene did know each other before, they could even be said to be best friends, but...Qin Na's feelings for Irene are very complicated, she loves Irene, cute Irene just likes to love her to death, and has absolutely no love for her Related thoughts, which made Qin Na's psychological imbalance reach its peak.

In other words, Qin Na is a gender mismatch.

She thought that she was a man, and only a man could reflect her character, but... she was a woman, a real woman, who just had a man's heart.

But who cares if she has the heart of a man?

Erin likes smart men.

Jeanna is not a smart man.

So the equivalent substitution learned that Irene didn't like Qin Na.

At this time, a professor from Oxford who was in contact with Irene found Qin Na, and this person was Moriarty.

He gave Jenna a bottle of blue liquid, and this bottle of liquid almost killed Jenna's younger brother, James Gregorson, which finally allowed her to find her own breakthrough.

Killing men—those men who made her unhappy, killed one after another, until later, she found that simply being unhappy was not enough for her, she needed a trigger point, and finally, punishing betrayal became her The trigger point, and coming to the United States is entirely because Moriarty said that there are very interesting things in the United States.

After all this, she was still muttering: "I should be a man...I should be a man's...I should be yours, Whitewolf, I should be yours! I should be a good man... A man, a righteous man... a man who catches bad guys... no, no!"

She kept yelling that this was not the case, but after she had uttered the truth, no one could save her unless he could help find Moriarty.

Because of Moriarty's relationship with the cult organization in the United States before, coupled with the Qin Na incident this time, this guy has become the "psychopath No. 1" in the hearts of everyone.It's just a pity that when Qin Na gave the address to find him, the place was already empty, except for a photo of Moriarty himself with a red heart in the middle of the room, which was replaced by a beautiful piece of paper. The pebbles are pressed and lie in the middle of the room.

Pick up the photo, flip it to the back, and there's a lipstick-painted lip print.

"I think you'd better use yourself to pick out Moriarty, he obviously loves you more and more." Looking at the photos, Rhett suddenly felt that the world was becoming more and more incomprehensible...Of course he knew that sympathy is What do you mean, but... Could it be that this man Moriarty has always been the pursuit model of elementary school students?He obviously has a crush on Sherlock already!

Don't ask Rhett why he knows, it's simply too simple - Moriarty's idea for Sherlock Holmes at first was to provoke, and there are several possibilities for provocation, the most disgusting one is to attract the other party's attention .

Obviously, Moriarty has upgraded from directly creating murders that can attract Sherlock's attention to the process of pushing himself in front of Sherlock through murders.

And elementary school students too.

From stuffing worms into the girl's schoolbag with everyone on his back, to reaching out and pulling the girl's braids... The more Rhett thought about it, the more he felt that he couldn't understand the British.

However, with Moriarty running, the deal was extended indefinitely.

And Sherlock, when Rhett brought up the matter of Moriarty pursuing him, his face changed a few times, and instead, he pointed to Raven and asked in a very low voice: "You still want to tell me, Is it true that your husband turns into a monster?"

"You are a monster, your whole family is a monster!" Raven came over and pulled Rhett to his side, "Mr. Holmes, you'd better go back to England first—and, are you sure you didn't suffer from paranoia just now?"

What a terrible allegation!

Sherlock took two steps back.

Of course he knew what Raven Whitewolf meant.And he knew what the truth was.

Aha, he still remembers a children's film called "Eric the Dog" when he was a child!

Oh wow, does this really exist?

He looked Whitewolf up and down, and felt more and more that there were too many unsolved mysteries in this world, maybe he should look for the lost world?What's the name... oh yes, it's called Atlantis!

"Sherlock!" John pushed him aside.

"Ok?"

"You've lost your mind."

"Oh no, I'm not distracted, I'm thinking, John, I'm thinking!" Sherlock turned and smiled at John, "I think, maybe this world is not so boring."

Of course it's not that boring.

Not long after Sherlock and John arrived in England, they heard that the BAUs in the United States had taken another special case—six people, six women, died almost on the same day, and there was ice around them, and, Their lips were all cut off professionally.