[Comprehensive] The correct strategy of Xueba

In fact, Wei Yang was not the only one who was in a bad mood that day.

When he woke up the next day, Wei Yang habitually turned on the TV first and then took a shower.As a result, when he was sitting on the sofa and wiping his hair, he saw the yellow words popped up by the system: "Main task three, deadly game, third ring, murder of famous makeup show host. The deceased..."

Wei Yang didn't pay attention to a lot of plots in the following cases.Because the result was different from the past, it became a bright red letter - "hostage death".

……what happened? !

Wei Yang raised his head almost stiffly.The LCD screen is playing a video recording, showing an apartment building that is still billowing black smoke.And the announcer is saying: "Yesterday there was a gas main explosion in Yorkshire... four floors were blown up and 12 people were killed in the incident..."

WTF!

No swear words are enough to express Wei Yang's current mood.He tossed the towel aside, flipped through the files again, and quickly found the cause of the incident—the blind old lady who was the hostage tried to describe Moriarty's voice to Sherlock after Sherlock solved the case, but the sniper Shots were fired, and the explosives caused the house to explode.

Wei Yang leaned back on the sofa all of a sudden, pressing his temple with one hand.Although Moriarty didn't pay much attention to what he said to him, they were not at the scene of the crime when they met, but in some places where Moriarty had absolute initiative, and there was no evidence that could be used as evidence.There was little doubt that Moriarty was not keeping him as a witness against him.

The news of the gas explosion was short.When Wei Yang came back to his senses again, the TV screen had changed to something else.He grabbed the towel again and wiped his head carelessly, thinking he'd better go to 221B to ask about the situation.

As a result, 221B is also in dire straits.When Wei Yang went upstairs, he just heard John asking: "...so you don't care about those dozens of lives?" His voice was obviously suppressed.

Sherlock's voice was the same as before: "Do you care? Is it useful to care?"

"No." John admitted quickly.

"Well then, I can't let that affect me," Sherlock said.Wei Yang had reached the top of the seventeenth staircase at this time, and the door was also open, but it was as if he hadn't seen it. "What else?"

"The bomber." John's sofa was facing the window, and he couldn't see the stairs at all, so he didn't notice it. "He seems to regard this as a game with you?"

"I'm not the only one who is bored." Sherlock replied quickly without blinking.

John nearly choked himself. "Very good, take your time and enjoy it!" He threw the blanket he was wearing on the side of the sofa, then stood up, and turned to go to the kitchen, but this action made him see the person at the door. "...Yang? When did you come?"

"I've let you down." After Sherlock finished speaking, he tilted his head slightly. "You came here so early, shouldn't you have to say the same thing as John?"

Wei Yang stood at the door, nodded to John, then turned to look at Sherlock.He had to admit that he was indeed full of anger before he came, but he was completely wiped out by the sentence "Is it useful to care?"Anger was useless, Moriarty wanted to see people being controlled by him.Either be the one being controlled, or be the one controlling the situation; for him there is no third choice.So he took a deep breath and said, "So it is."

"So?" Sherlock raised his chin slightly and narrowed his eyes again.

"There are still two cases, right? Text me immediately when it happens again." Wei Yang said quickly.Then he turned to John. "Are you still working on that Mycroft case?"

"What..." John was caught off guard by his question, subconsciously glanced at Sherlock, and then nodded.

"Very well, I have to ask for leave again." Wei Yang shrugged at him. "See you later, gentlemen." Then he turned to leave, and soon there was the sound of the door closing downstairs.

Sherlock stared at the empty place, a small smile on his lips.

"...What is Yang going to do?" John was at a loss, but after seeing Sherlock's reaction, he suddenly understood. "He wants to help?"

But this Monday was quiet, and Moriarty seemed to slow down.There were no calls or texts from the pink phone, and there were no suspicious signs in the newspapers or on TV.In view of this, Wei Yang and John went to the home of Lucy Harrison, West's girlfriend and the last person he saw before his death, to see if they could find any clues.During this time, John had received quite a few calls from Mycroft, desperate to make sure Sherlock was on his way.

And when they came back, it was already afternoon.

"What do you think?" John asked Wei Yang in a low voice when entering the gate of 221B.

Wei Yang was thinking about the information in his mind, and he replied reflexively: "Just tell Sherlock directly." And he will study it again carefully.If not, he would probably be gasped to death by the third gas explosion that occurred at an unknown time.

John nodded. "I hope we haven't missed any important clues, and Sherlock had better not be angry with his brother." He said as he went upstairs, Wei Yang followed behind him.

Sherlock was at home, sinking into the sofa in thought, his fingertips resting on his chin.The sound of the two going upstairs made him open his eyes.But before he could speak, the pink cell phone he had on hand rang again.Greenwich chime, twice.

The three looked at each other, and then Sherlock picked up the phone to check. "The Thames at high tide," he said quickly, "between Southwark Bridge and Waterloo Bridge." In reaching this conclusion, he grabbed his mobile phone, apparently already searching the Internet.

John and Wei Yang glanced at each other, knowing that the information they collected had to be pushed back again.

However, this matter did not show up until the next day.When the river ebbed in the early morning, a dead body was found on the riverbed at the location in the photo.

"Main task three, deadly game, the fourth ring, the lost masterpiece of Miville."

When the system prompted such a pop-up, Wei Yang was standing in the Seaman Museum of Modern Art, looking at the famous oil painting said to be worth 3000 million pounds.This painting will be auctioned tomorrow, and it will not be displayed to the public today. He and Sherlock slipped in through the staff passage.

"This painting is fake, it must be fake." Sherlock murmured in his security uniform, "Otherwise the security guard wouldn't be strangled to death by Gemu." Gemu is a famous killer with a strange appearance. It is to suffocate people to death with two hands.

Wei Yang didn't answer, he was concentrating on reading the system information.Unlike photos, real objects allow the system to give more data.For example, if he stares carefully at a certain part of the painting, he can pop up all the analysis of that object, even the abstract stars in the sky.

"Don't you have anything else to do?" A woman's voice suddenly sounded from behind. "Go back to your posts!"

Wei Yang glanced back at her, and found that she was the discoverer of this painting, Miss Wenslace.And before he could react, Sherlock took a step forward.He dealt with suspects very harshly at the beginning, in order to get useful clues faster.For example, now, he just said: "This painting is a fake."

Of course it was impossible for Wensley to admit that the two were engaged in a fierce battle of words.In the meantime, Wei Yang was still observing the painting, trying to find out more details—couldn’t reasoning, could it be finding fault?So soon, a smile appeared on his face. "It's true, Sherlock."

"Where did you come in from? I want to call the police!" This was Wensilai's reaction.

"Tell me to see." This was Sherlock's response, a familiar light flickered in his eyes.

"The Van Buren supernova only appeared in the sky in 1858. And this painting is said to have been created in the 40s?"

Vancelace's face, who had been insisting that they were making it up, suddenly turned dead gray, and Sherlock's eyes sparkled even brighter.Then the familiar cell phone rang again.Sherlock stared at Wei Yang, picked it up, and released it successfully.

A childish voice came from inside. "You're so naughty, sweetheart, the game hasn't even started yet."

Wei Yang and Sherlock looked at each other, neither of them looked good.It wasn't Moriarty, of course, but the Fourth Ring hostage—a child.

There was a frightening silence from the microphone, and then it rang again.

"But as I said, I like you just like this. I thought that fickleness was probably my most obvious shortcoming, and also my only one. But in you, this suddenly becomes an excellent advantage."

Wei Yang stared.Moriarty is qualified to say that others are fickle?And where is he fickle?

"We'll see you soon."

This is the last sentence.Because the next moment the child can finally say what he wants to say: "Help!"