[Comprehensive] The correct strategy of Xueba

"It's a good thing you weren't home then, huh?"

When Lestrade came to this conclusion, Wei Yang, Sherlock and John were all in his office, and Donovan stood by the door with a dark face (of course her face was always black).She's suspicious of the fact that the only thing left at the bombing scene is for Sherlock, so she has to stay on the sidelines.

"Yeah," Wei Yang replied weakly, "If I was at home, it would be more than just being woken up by the explosion." The pink cell phone of the man - before it exploded, someone left a safe with this and an envelope on the scene, waiting for the police to open it and hand it over to Sherlock.

Lestrade followed his gaze and nodded in understanding.Although he didn't understand the fact that Sherlock had found her boyfriend at the beginning, it seemed that it was a certainty now——Wei Yang spent the night in 221B!Can bear Sherlock's many eccentricities?Does this mean that he can save a lot of trouble in the future?But now the focus is on the cell phone, and he asked, "It looks exactly like the clue in Pink's previous study." This is referring to Jennifer Wilson, the last victim of Pink's previous study case, through which Sherlock Her mobile phone found that brother.

"Not the same." Sherlock answered him quickly. "This is brand new, and someone deliberately imitated it." He checked the phone several times over and over, and then the phone suddenly rang the Greenwich time chime, five times.His hand paused, and then he clicked on the text message.

The others looked at him with bated breath, among them Donovan seemed to be struggling to hold back the desire to ask "what kind of person would deliberately imitate the evidence in a murder case".

Seeing her expression, Wei Yang now understands what it means that Sherlock always despises people who don't speak.But what he cares more about is the system's prompts for the phone.

"Main task three, deadly game, the first ring. The mobile phone left by Moriarty, the clue..." Then the system flashed a picture, the entire wall was moldy, and a pair of them were placed on the dark ground. sports shoes.Then came the text description: "The sneakers left by Moriarty. The original owner, Carl Bowles, is from Sussex, good at swimming..."

In Wei Yang's opinion, there is only one piece of key news in this long paragraph: Carl Powers is the victim of the Botox murder that Moriarty planned more than ten years ago, and Sherlock has At that time, the police decided that Bowers died of careless drowning.

More than ten years of entanglement... Consulting criminals and consulting detectives are really a match made in heaven!Wei Yang couldn't hold back his complaints.And although the system describes a lot of shoes, it just doesn't tell you where the shoes are!

Just then, the phone rang, and it was the same phone.The few people who were staring at it tensed up, and then Sherlock glanced at the others and picked up the phone.

The call was from a woman.Her voice was obviously crying, and she read the lines that others had prepared for her.The mobile phone and the pictures were the clues given by Moriarty, and he gave Sherlock twelve hours to solve this old case.If Sherlock runs out of time, he's going to be naughty.

The hostage was strapped with a bunch of explosives, and a sniper was staring at her in real time; judging from the background sound, the hostage was still in a lively public place; the consequences of the shooting can be imagined.Except for Wei Yang, everyone else only found out after Sherlock solved this link, but it didn't affect their current judgment.

A group of people looked at each other, but no one spoke immediately.Although Moriarty described it as a game, it was obvious that no one present thought it was fun.

"Who would treat this kind of thing as a puzzle and assign you to do it?" Donovan asked Sherlock, and she finally couldn't help it.

Everyone stared at her (except Sherlock), but no one answered her. "Where are these shoes?" John asked the most valuable words at this time.

"I know." Sherlock said quickly, squeezed the phone and left the office door.Lestrade quickly deployed the police force behind him, and then saw that Wei Yang didn't go out immediately. "Aren't you going with him?"

Wei Yang glanced at Donovan before answering him: "Sherlock can solve it by himself, I have to go to work."

"...Huh?" Lestrade was shocked.

"I've been asking for leave from the hospital recently, even if I don't rely on it to make money, I can't always be like this." Wei Yang replied lightly.Before leaving, he glanced at the envelope that Sherlock opened on the table, and the system yellow words jumped out quickly: "Moriarty's letter, written by Irene. The material of the letter paper..."

If he can't handle Moriarty, can he handle Irene who is involved?

Thinking about this question, Wei Yang returned to the hospital laboratory where he had been away for a long time.Jasmine believed his reason for asking for leave, and even sighed a few words like "Fortunately, I'm fine".Moreover, the bombing in the early morning was on the morning news, and she circled Weiyang several times worriedly.

"I'm fine, I wasn't home at that time." Wei Yang comforted her, thinking that this girl is still cute.

Jasmine's face flashed, and she tried her best to maintain a very understanding expression: "I know, you are with Sherlock... Is Sherlock alright?"

Responding to his every request without disturbing his life, but never forgetting him under any circumstances... This is true love!That high-functioning anti-social Sherlock is cheap, why has he never encountered such a person?Wei Yang replied enviously, "He's fine, he's busy investigating the case, you know."

Of course Jasmine knew, she breathed a sigh of relief for a while, then became nervous again: "Twelve hours? It should be fine, right?"

"I thought you should have more confidence in Sherlock." Wei Yang smiled at her.But her words made him think again of his thought just now, how to kill "that woman".Although they were already physically close, he really didn't have any contact information to find someone at this time.The pitfall of the system is that the key places are all blank.

Sherlock?I'm sure I won't have time to check this out for a while.

Moriarty?Forget it, the other party didn't directly kidnap him as a bomb hostage, even if the treatment is good!

Mycroft?I know this for sure, but I don't know if they will cooperate.After all, Sherlock said it himself, the British government is not easy to trust others, the difficulty is a bit high...

Wei Yang thought about these possibilities several times in his mind, and finally found that if he wanted to realize his idea while ensuring his personal safety, there was only one way left to go.So, when he walked to the garage after get off work, a familiar little black car slid over, and he was relieved for the first time - he didn't have the contact information of the British government, and it was better if the other party came by himself than he smashed the street Live surveillance cameras on the Internet, breaking into MI[-] or the Diogenes club, okay?

This time the meeting took place in an abandoned warehouse in London, dimly lit and dripping from the roof.

"What's the matter with your taste?" Wei Yang asked from a distance.If it weren't for the system's white letters, he would have suspected that someone pretended to be the British government and kidnapped him! "What do you have to say here?"

Mycroft leaned on his iconic black umbrella and smiled slightly. "Actually, you also have something to ask me."

Wei Yang rolled his eyes in his heart this time.It saves effort to talk to smart people, but sometimes it's so smart that it's scary! "You talk first and I talk first?"

Mycroft watched him approach and gestured please.

"I knew it." Wei Yang whispered. "The contact information of 'that woman'—I mean the website invitation code." Of course, it would be better to give him all the information, but it was obviously impossible, so he settled for the next best thing.

"That's all?" Mycroft raised an eyebrow. "Looks like she made a wonderful impression on you last time?"

"You know what's going on." Wei Yang didn't want to explain at all, since it was unnecessary for Mycroft anyway.

"You're looking for her..." Mycroft pondered for a while, but didn't continue. "I'm afraid the plan doesn't have a high chance of success."

"You doubt me?" Wei Yang glared at him.How many times had he been unlucky since he met Moriarty?Can this still be like a party?

"No, I suspect her." Mycroft spread his hands.

Wei Yang understood this time.Erin was interested in Sherlock, Moriarty knew it, and so did Mycroft, but they all didn't think it was true.Smart people will not expose their weaknesses to others, and feelings are the most important among them, so they take it for granted that this is a trap to lure others into being fooled.True or false, "that woman" does have skills in acting. "That's not what you're worried about."

"You're pretty confident," Mycroft stated. "I can say yes."

"But?" Wei Yang caught the tail of his words keenly, "There must be a but, right?"

"That's what I want to tell you today, a small request." Mycroft changed his stance, holding the handle of the umbrella with both hands. "Be a qualified weakness, Yang."

Wei Yang had goose bumps all over his body.Scary, because Mycroft never called him Mr. Wei.Then he realized the meaning behind it, his face turned green: "Can I refuse?"

He was answered by the bright smile of the British Government.