[Comprehensive] The correct strategy of Xueba

Because of this bad guess, Wei Yang had a nightmare all night.When he woke up in the morning, he felt that he must have tried no less than [-] ways to die in his dream—it was probably due to the aftereffects of reading too many detective novels.

But in the next two days, the number signed by JM did not send any text messages.Wei Yang felt a little relieved, thinking that he must be too sensitive.He searched 234 Baker Street again. Except for the gun, there was nothing that could be related to criminals.Maybe someone made a mistake, he finally said to himself in his heart.

Other than that, everything works fine.Working life is nine to five, and there is nothing worth mentioning.Sherlock showed up in the lab from time to time, spent most of his time doing his research, and only spoke to Jasmine, and their previous conversation was as if it had never appeared before.Occasionally, Sherlock would get a text message or a call, and he would either reply quickly or leave the house quickly, depending on how interested he was in the case.

Wei Yang thought about whether he should forcefully follow the opponent to the scene, but there was no chance.In contrast, his relationship with Jasmine has improved by leaps and bounds.Sherlock looked sideways at this several times, and finally when Wei Yang helped Jasmine analyze the sample, he said stiffly: "It's my thing."

"I know. She did it for you, and I just helped her do it." Wei Yang shook the centrifuge tube in his hand at him without turning his eyes. "If you like Jasmine, I suggest you tell her directly, she will definitely agree to you."

Sherlock stared at him, choking for a rare moment. "If I don't tell you, are you going to be the knight who saved the princess?" His tone and expression became more serious.

"Do you have no friends in your definition?" Wei Yang squinted at him, then put the centrifuge tube into the ice box, turned and walked towards the refrigerator. "By the way, it turns out that you are very self-aware."

Sherlock found himself grinding his teeth slightly. "Finally, I'm a high-functioning sociopath."

"It's just defined by you." Wei Yang answered him lightly, then raised his hand to check the time. "Exactly, it's time to get off work again. See you tomorrow, Sherlock."

Wei Yang walked towards the wooden door of the laboratory, and Sherlock followed him closely.The moment Wei Yang opened the door, he warned: "It's best not to let me find out that you have any bad intentions."

Is it a bad attempt to attack a target or something? "If you can find out." Wei Yang turned his head and smiled, and closed the door smoothly.It's just that he just took two steps away, the expression on his face changed: This guy doesn't want to be soft and hard at all, how to attack?His pretense skills seem to be at full capacity, but what's the use if he can't increase his favorability!

Wei Yang was in a depressed mood, and he didn't even want to do the behavior of a local tyrant who changed restaurants to eat every day.He drove home, locked it, went out again, and went to 221B for tea—yes, it was 221B, except that it wasn't him invited by Sherlock, but Mrs. Hudson.This kind old lady is much easier to deal with than Sherlock. Wei Yang just helped her carry half a street bag and got the right to visit 221B at any time.It must be mentioned that this is also one of the sources of Sherlock's hostility, because he firmly believes that a rich man must have ulterior motives in doing this.

"A young man like you should go to the pub and meet more beautiful girls," Mrs. Hudson mumbled as she made tea in the small living room, "instead of always coming to accompany me, an old lady. "

Wei Yang lived with his grandparents since he was a child, and he is very good at coaxing the elderly. "It's too noisy there, I don't like it." He replied solemnly.

"Oh, dear, you are really..." Mrs. Hudson laughed, "Although I don't like it now, young people should have some fun. Don't be like Sherlock, who knows the case all day long. Of course, if it wasn't for him, I would still be in a property lawsuit..."

Holding a teacup, Wei Yang listened to her rambling about the past.In fact, it would be a good way to pass the time, if not for Sherlock's sudden return. "Mrs. Hudson!" he called from the landing, and his voice was very clear through the door: "I want a cup of coffee, just put two sugars!"

"I'm your landlord, not your housekeeper!" Mrs. Hudson also raised her voice.But even though she said that, she walked over to the coffee machine and said helplessly, "You know, he always does. Do you want a cup, too, honey?"

Wei Yang shook his head at her and stood up. "I remembered that I still have something to do, so I went back first." He was not stupid, Sherlock must know that he was at Mrs. Hudson's place; the words were not about coffee at all, but an eviction order.It seemed that, if it didn't work out, he could only take the risk once.For example, contact the anonymous number signed by JM.

Mrs. Hudson failed to keep him, and when she went up to the second floor with her coffee, she couldn't help saying a few words: "Don't point at Yang, Sherlock, he is simply the best Chinese guy I've ever seen."

"That's because you only know him, a young Chinese guy." Sherlock was standing in front of the window, pulling aside the curtains and looking out.It's winter, and it's still raining outside.Wei Yang tucked his neck into his collar and ran to the opposite Chinese restaurant.I haven't had dinner yet...

That night, it rained harder and harder.The next morning, it was sunny again.Wei Yang goes to work as usual, but today is a little different.Because when he arrived at the lounge, he found Jasmine reading a newspaper.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Wei Yang asked casually.He has never had a sense of current affairs, and he listens to others about elections and the like.

"Another suicide case." Jasmine buried her face in the newspaper, her whole being blocked.

It's not that Wei Yang is indifferent, but he does feel that it's useless to care about suicide after the fact. "What do you mean 'together again'?" He continued the topic casually, thinking that Jasmine didn't care much about current affairs, and she must be watching the murder for Sherlock right now.

Really, compared with Jasmine, he has no advantage at all!Although he is much richer and has a high appearance score, Sherlock clearly does not appreciate these two advantages.It seemed that the normal route was not suitable for him, so it was better to take the risk.Wei Yang made up his mind and decided to try to contact that number after get off work.

"Because they said they committed suicide, but none of them had a reason to commit suicide." Jasmine didn't know what he was thinking, so she casually summed it up for him.

"Sounds like Sherlock's favorite type." Wei Yang said matter-of-factly.

Jasmine blushed, and immediately put away the newspaper. "It's almost time, let's go to the laboratory."

If you don't explode in silence, you will pervert in silence, sister Jasmine!Wei Yang shouted in his heart.But thinking that this sentence also applies to him, he has less desire to complain.

This morning, Sherlock didn't come, but the laboratory was much more lively, mostly women.You know, when Wei Yang's white sports car parked in the hospital garage, it stood out from the crowd, and no one could fail to notice it.Wei Yang was delighted about this at first, but then he thought that most likely he was interested in his money, so he lost all interest immediately.

"Boring, boring!" During the lunch break, Wei Yang shouted in the lounge where he was alone.He couldn't help but took out his cell phone and looked up the number. Just as he was about to dial it, he saw the newspaper that Jasmine put aside.Then he thought again, turned off the screen, and picked up the newspaper.That page was marked by Jasmine, so he found it quickly.

"18-Year-Old Boy Suicides in Stadium?" read the headline, accompanied by a picture of a young boy.The subtitle reads, "Scotland Yard is investigating and will hold a press conference soon."

Wei Yang was stunned.Not for what he saw, but for the system yellow text he had never seen. "Main task one (in progress): Pink's research, the second ring. The deceased: James Phillimore; cause of death: poisoning; the scene of the first crime..."

Wei Yang behind him didn't pay attention at all.He only knew one thing: finally started to have a mainline, finally didn't have to take risks to contact people suspected of Moriarty, and finally saved his life for the time being!

But this is the second ring, what about the first ring?Wei Yang quickly opened the search page.

In the afternoon, Sherlock appeared.Contrary to usual, he seemed particularly absent-minded, checking his phone several times.Wei Yang guessed that he must have been waiting for Lestrade to call him to the scene, or secretly checking the corpse after it was sent to Butts Hospital.

As it turns out, it was the latter.Half an hour later, Wei Yang stood in the morgue with Jasmine, watching Sherlock holding a magnifying glass to look left and right on the corpse, so close that the tip of his nose was almost stuck to it.

"Uh, I mean, shouldn't this be our business?" Wei Yang asked Jasmine intentionally.

Jasmine looked at him, a little embarrassed. "Just wait 10 minutes for him."

The sound made Sherlock look up from the corpse. "It won't take 10 minutes, I'll be fine." He straightened up and stuffed the magnifying glass into his pocket. "Do you think he committed suicide?"

Jasmine walked over and checked it carefully. "No trauma or anything suspicious," she said. "Not a suicide?"

Sherlock pursed his lips and looked at her, obviously not agreeing with this point of view. "Murder." He said, "although I don't have any evidence yet." He turned to stare at Wei Yang, as if thinking that he would jump out and refute.

"Without evidence, we can't make a conclusion." Wei Yang said lightly, and added: "Although I also think it's murder." The main task of the detective story is dead, what else can it be if it's not murder?

Molly stared at him in surprise, while Sherlock raised an eyebrow slowly.

Wei Yang smiled.He smiled very sincerely this time, because he finally saw the legendary favorability index.

——Yes, he finally got a star!Although, in total, there are five...