[Comprehensive] The correct strategy of Xueba

Wei Yang apologized to Mycroft in his heart.This is definitely not his problem! "When did you guess it?" He tried to maintain a calm tone.

"The other day, but that's beside the point," Sherlock said, leaning forward. "That means, you must have seen him the week before. Or rather, he's the reason you took your leave of absence—your first 'sick' day happened to be the day I cracked the case. By chance? I don't think so. I Guess you figured out the answer, but he doesn't want you to tell me."

How could it be the same as what he saw with his own eyes?Wei Yang complained.And let's just talk, why do we have to get closer? "Well, even if what you said is true..." He tried to find another weak reason.

"There are also those agents who have been guarding Baker Street since the first half month—" Sherlock interrupted him involuntarily, "They were sent by Mycroft, but the person they are monitoring is actually you!"

"So?" Wei Yang felt that it was time for him to accept his fate and just listen to the trial results.

"So?" Sherlock asked back in the same tone. "Moriarty could have killed you, but he didn't; and so did Mycroft. Don't you think, there must be something about you? At least, you must have agreed something with Mycroft I don't Knowing the agreement, right? You're hiding things about Moriarty, partly because of the danger Moriarty might pose, and partly because of Mycroft's request! You're helping Mycroft!" He spoke rapidly, his tone getting higher and higher.

"...Wait!" Wei Yang was a little confused.He was quite guilty at first, because he did have an ulterior system; but after playing for a long time, Sherlock wasn't unhappy because of this, but because of Mycroft?What's wrong with this point? "Mycroft didn't say that." He tried to redeem.

"Oh come on!" Sherlock was even more unhappy. "Do you think I don't know what kind of person he is? He's always been like that-not saying anything, or just telling people! You didn't either. Too dumb to see, right? In that case, you're sure you're not going to risk offending him by telling me—what did he promise you? Personal safety, I guess?"

"All hits." Wei Yang admitted helplessly.With his acting skills, there is no need to expect to hide anything that can be deduced logically. "But I thought you'd care more about Moriarty...I mean, he's not a nice guy, and I hung out with him once."

Sherlock moved his nose exaggeratedly. "Only you? Moriarty won't..." Let a guy like you hold him back!

The downstairs doorbell rang suddenly, interrupting Sherlock.Police officers from Scotland Yard arrived and dragged away the Indian who was still in a coma, and took away the long knife on the ground by the way.During this process, Sherlock sat back on his sofa, pursed his lips, and looked angry.

"If you don't suspect that I am Moriarty's accomplice, then what are you upset about now?" Wei Yang was very puzzled, and looked at him with his arms crossed. "It can't really be because of rivalry with Mycroft?"

The name made the detective even more angry. "What happened to you that day?"

"Oh, a hand knife, a little thiopental sodium (Teritaserum), photos, an unsuccessful whip training, and an excessive amount of anesthetic." Wei Yang could only say as lightly as possible, "It doesn't count what happened later. In terms of sleep time, about sixteen hours."

"And Mycroft found you," Sherlock added, looking terribly ugly.

"According to Mycroft, you were chasing down that brother at that time, and you almost poisoned yourself in the end." Wei Yang continued to try to change the subject.

But Sherlock stood up abruptly, strode up to Wei Yang, and began to unbutton his shirt.

Wei Yang was taken aback, pressed his hand, and then realized: "I said it didn't work, it just didn't work, OK?" He probably guessed what Sherlock was thinking - Sherlock was probably caught in a trap. A feeling of self-blame for not being able to protect those around him—but even if you suspect that he is not telling the truth, you can’t just take off his clothes right away?

"Prove it to me." Sherlock continued to explain unswervingly, as if he believed that Wei Yang's body must be full of scars.

"...Hey! Wait!" Seeing that the two were about to get entangled, Wei Yang could only take a step back: "I'll do it myself, you wrinkled my shirt!" Then he unbuttoned the shirt and stretched out his left arm .He was spoiled and spoiled since he was a child, and his skin is fair and delicate, and the pinhole marks on it can be clearly seen-one on the outside of the upper arm and several on the inside of the wrist.

Sherlock grabbed his palm and looked at it again, then pushed up the sleeve of his right arm for comparison, and finally believed that there were only these scars left. "Hypnosis," he muttered, looked closer, and lightly touched the bruised skin on the inside of his elbow. "For a long time, thiopental was administered several times."

"Don't worry, I didn't tell you." Wei Yang said helplessly. "Is that all right? Can I put my clothes on?"

Sherlock bent over and looked him up from below in this position.Before he could say anything, an awkward voice came from the door: "I didn't mean to...well, I'll go out for a walk."

No need to turn your head, Wei Yang knew it was John.The shirt on his body was wide open, and he couldn't fall off, and Sherlock had both hands on him, and his face was still very close, instantly more embarrassing than John. "No, John, no..."

But the military doctor has turned around quickly. "Friendly suggestion, you'd better close the door next time." Then he went downstairs with a bang, as fast as if there was a scourge chasing after him.

Wei Yang pulled back his arm, a little unhappy. "Is this what you planned too?" Do you still want his reputation?Jumping into the Yellow River can't wash it off! "Jasmine last time, John this time, won't it be Mycroft next time?" He will definitely be killed by the British government!

Sherlock straightened up and stared at him for a few seconds with a creepy look. "No, of course not Mycroft," he said at last, rather... cheerfully.

Wei Yang was buttoning up his buttons when he heard this. "You're not saying..." That's bad!

"That's right, it's the mysterious Moriarty." Sherlock walked towards the kitchen, turned around and blinked his left eye at him, looking very playful.

But Wei Yang is determined to die. "Can't you just forget about me?" Being caught in the middle as a bait or something, he is under a lot of pressure as a mortal!

"No." Sherlock quickly refused. "Coffee? Or tea?" He turned on the kettle, stepped out again, and slammed the door shut.

"I don't..." Wei Yang was interrupted by this voice just in the middle of speaking. "What on earth are you trying to do?" His eyes moved from the closed door to the kettle on the gas stove, and he felt that there must be a fire burning under his feet.

Sherlock didn't answer him right away, but walked around the living room and drew all the curtains.Then he turned around and showed Wei Yang a smile that was too bright. "John is right, there are certain things that are best done with the door closed."

"Don't tell the truth!" Wei Yang became irritable. "You're here for the case, right?" Thinking about the possibility of getting clues earlier...

"Not quite," Sherlock admitted without hesitation. "Sit down, we've got to stay like this for at least an hour."

Wei Yang rolled his eyes at him.From Moriarty to Mycroft to Sherlock, this is a mobile phone disaster!He doesn't keep records on anything anymore!

The deadly phone rang again.Sherlock paused, and the two looked at each other.Finally, Wei Yang took it out helplessly and clicked on the new message.

"Enjoy your last night sweetie~~JM"

...What is the last night?Wei Yang's face cracked.