[Shenxia] cruel game

Georgia Truss couldn't wait to turn on the camera.He is a veteran in the field of love, even though he has been married for two years, he will not stop him from going to bars, nightclubs, or surfing the Internet, and dealing with those women from all possible places where he may meet.

The woman he was talking to on Skype tonight was a wonderful Asian girl.After chatting for a few words, Atlas began to deliberately lead the topic to sex, but the other party asked him to turn on the camera.

Oh, video sex? lucky!The depression that was complained by his boss Moriarty on the phone today was temporarily swept away, and Atlas hurriedly turned on the camera.The girl opposite is very beautiful and young, maybe not yet an adult.She looks like an oriental porcelain doll, with long black hair, delicate skin, and those big eyes that seem to contain two puddles of water.

- you are so beautiful , babyCome on, take off your clothes.I take it off too.

- Take it easy, sir.Look me in the eyes, you'll be happier later.Put your headphones on, yes, listen to me.

- what are you doing , sweetheart

-look me in the eyes and keep staring.Yes, look at it that way.

- Dear sweetheart, you're trying to hypnotize me, aren't you?My heart and soul are now yours.

-look me in the eyes...yes...then listen to me...you're george atlas...you obey moriarty...you're tired...you're tired of him, you're tired of yourself, you're tired of the whole world ...

What?She... what is she talking about?

-look into my eyes, don't move, keep looking, staring...listen to me...you feel like you have no strength to listen to me...look into my eyes...

Repeated over and over again like raving.Atlas began to feel that his eyelids were a bit heavy, and the words spoken by the other party seemed a little strange, but he was unable to distinguish what was wrong, so he could only stare at the big eyes of the other party on the laptop screen obsessively.

Her voice kept coming from the earphones, low, soft, and slow, making people irresistible and unable to struggle.

- well, keep looking me in the eye...you've had enough of this...you want to be free...you want to get out of here...out of this world...now, you take your pistol out of the drawer... ...with the muzzle in your mouth, you're leaving, you're freeing yourself...

Controlled by the sound, Atlas mechanically opened the drawer and took out the pistol.His right hand had already released the safety of the pistol and hooked the trigger.The fingers of his left hand twitched, and he struggled to reach something next to the notebook, which was a piece of lipstick that his wife had left behind when she was touching up her makeup.

With a bang, the gun went off.Blood and brains splattered on the painting on the wall behind him.

***

"I trust your intuition, but you have to admit that there are coincidences in the world." In 221B Baker Street, John said while pacing the room, "Aiduo has something suspicious, but the person who shot and killed But it wasn't her, the bullet passed through her head from behind the deceased, and Aiduo and we were both in the square in front of the deceased at that time."

"A cup of coffee and two candies. Thank you." Sherlock sat in front of the computer without even looking up.John's eyes widened, but eventually he just shrugged and resigned himself to getting him coffee.

"Honestly, Sherlock," John asked as he brought over the coffee, "do you think Moriarty arranged the shooting?"

"I just came to the UK for a week. I used to be a college student. In London, except for a few classmates who have no relatives and no reason, no complaints or enmities, why did they get shot in the head!" Sherlock slapped the table, "Either the shooter killed the wrong person. , or warning! The question is, who to warn, and what to warn?"

He raised his head to look at John who was standing on the edge of the table, his light-colored eyes sparkled with excitement, which was the reaction he would only have when he encountered a case that could arouse his fighting spirit or met an opponent.

"The shooting had nothing to do with Moriarty, or in other words, it wasn't completely unrelated. John, a new opponent, even comparable to Moriarty's opponent, joined in." Sherlock stretched his hands in mid-air, with an almost drunken expression on his face. look, "Game on. God, it's—awesome!"

***

"The murder weapon was preliminarily determined to be a .0.22-inch caliber pistol. The murderer stood in the corridor behind the balcony and shot Jenny, then hid the gun on his body as if nothing had happened, and hid somewhere. Because it was already dark at that time, he stayed in the classroom. There are not many people in the building, so he can pretend to be a student doing experiments in the laboratory, or a cleaner cleaning the corridor. The suspicious person is still being investigated." Inspector Lestrade said.

"My God, you found these things in one night!" Sherlock complained loudly, "I only measured the size of the bullet!"

"Sherlock!" The detective was a little annoyed, "The deceased is a foreigner. The embassy has called me just now. I must be cautious. This is the reason why I invited you. Your status as a consulting detective will give you more convenience." .”

"I tend to think that it caused me more trouble." Sherlock turned to Jasmine and said, "Take me to see the corpse."

When he left Scotland Yard, a mysterious smile appeared on the corner of Sherlock's mouth.He said, "John, you know—oh." Then he remembered that John wasn't with him, that John was at work.

Sherlock returned to 221B alone, and couldn't help cursing: "Damn!"

The door knocker was straightened, indicating that his brother Mycroft had arrived uninvited, and was presumably nestling himself in the sofa upstairs.Sherlock slammed the door knocker crooked again.

"Hello, dear brother. How are you doing?"

"Thanks to you, it's wonderful." Sherlock said sarcastically.

"That's good." Mycroft gently placed the folder in his hand on the messy round table, "I think you may be busy for a while, Sherlock. Moriarty is quite naughty, isn't he? After finishing speaking, he picked up the black umbrella beside the sofa and went downstairs without any haste. Before leaving, he glanced back at the door of 221B, and straightened the knocker again.

Sherlock saw the disappearance of Mycroft from the window, hurriedly picked up the materials he left behind, and read them intently.

Georgia Atlas, a senior programmer in a computer company, resigned a month ago-yesterday his wife called the police, and Atlas shot himself in front of the computer in their study.According to the intelligence obtained by McCoff, some time ago, the internal network of all TV stations and square LED screens was attacked, making it an incident of Moriarty's nervous personal show, and this person was also involved.In short, he was a hacker for Moriarty, and now he inexplicably killed himself.

Atlas' last words were written directly on the screen of the notebook with his wife's lipstick, and there was only one word - EYE.

Eye.Of course, there may be an acronym for something.

If it was an ordinary psychological disorder that led to the suicide, it would definitely not alarm McCoff. What is special about this case is that Atlas is Moriarty's subordinate and works for Moriarty.Even though Moriarty is crazy, he will not kill his tools easily.Then there is only one explanation for the death of Atlas - the intervention of the third player.

Plus, Sherlock needs to figure out why Atlas committed suicide in the bathroom.

He waited for John to go to the scene to check after get off work, and went to the police station to check the body.George Atlas, 36 years old, has been working in an office all year round, which made him gain weight early and bald. Sherlock concluded that his life is dissolute, and he may often go to bars and other places.He was wearing headphones when he died, probably listening to music to ease his suicide fears, although Sherlock thinks he wanted to video nude||chat.It's a pity that the computer was cleaned and nothing of value was left.

"His computer was hacked and remotely controlled by hackers, everything that could be deleted was completely deleted, and it could not be recovered. This is not suicide, it is murder." Sherlock said, clasping his hands on his chin and thinking for a while, "John, please tomorrow For a vacation, let's go to London City University."

"Why, you still have to give a speech?"

"No, let's go to the lectures and relive our college days." Sherlock turned to face John with a smile, "Learn Chinese by the way."

***

At [-]:[-] in the morning, the get out of class bell of London Metropolitan University rang on time.After the lecturer finished the last question, he said "See you later" and left. The students who attended the class also dispersed one after another, leaving the teaching assistant alone to organize the lecture notes and back up the PPT.Sherlock coughed twice, and pulled John from the last row of the classroom to the front of the podium.

"Hi, Aido," said Sherlock, "very good class."

Aiduo, who was arranging books with glasses, raised her head and was a little surprised when she saw the two of them, then she smiled.

"Hello, Mr. Holmes, Mr. Watson." Aido said with a smile, "Why do you come here when you are free?"

"Passing by, just come and have a look." Sherlock looked around the classroom, "Can I have lunch with you?"

"Of course, I'm honored." Aiduo looked a little surprised, but immediately smiled again.

The lunch place is chosen in a restaurant near the school.The environment here is relatively quiet, not as noisy as the student cafeteria, and the boss knows Sherlock well, and every time he will give him a large plate full of English French fries.

"So, we've heard about the misfortune. Your friend has had misfortune, I'm sorry." Sherlock rubbed his forehead.

The smile on Aido's face disappeared.She lowered her eyelashes, raised her eyes after a few seconds, and nodded slightly: "Yes, I am very scared and very sad when I encounter such a thing. Jenny is my good friend, she is the only child, When her parents called me from China, I hardly knew what to say."

Sherlock noticed that the shape of Aiduo's eyes is very beautiful, without eyeliner, just like the eyes of a flat makeup model.It may be due to myopia, my eyes are a little dazed, it looks like a layer of fog, deep black and no bottom can be seen.

He remembered that the last words written by Atlas on the laptop screen were also EYE, eyes.

"You're strong, Aido. Why don't you tell us about Jenny?" Seeing Sherlock in a trance, John broke the ice.

"We came to the UK as a group of five students, three girls and two boys, and Jenny was one of them. She is a very lively girl, and no one has ever hated her. And we have only been in the UK for a week, how can Someone wanted to kill her." Aiduo sighed, "Probably an accidental injury."

John nodded.Aiduo added: "Yesterday my graduate school made a long-distance call from China. Because of this kind of incident, it is very likely that no volunteers will be sent over next year."

"How long do you plan to stay in England?" asked John.

"Two years. Although my companions are starting to quit now. After all, Jenny..." Aiduo couldn't continue, and lowered her head to pretend to eat.John noticed, however, that despite the regret and sadness in her tone, there were no tears in her eyes.

"Two years." Sherlock repeated, nodding repeatedly.