[Comprehensive British and American] Adventures of the Master

At the airport in the early morning, the tall and thin salesperson who was still in the bar jumped out of a taxi in a hurry.Quickly walked to the waiting hall.

He glanced across the hall and quickly found his target.

Mycroft was sitting on a bench in the waiting area, holding the long black umbrella with both hands, calm and relaxed.

Someone walked up to him and sat down next to him.

"You're finally off work, my brother?" Mycroft teased with a pun, but this time he used a standard Oxford accent.

"What's the matter with that photo, show me." Sherlock ignored Mycroft's joke, "Where did you find such a person?"

McCoff stretched out his hand, and a woman soon appeared, holding a tablet in his hand and handing it to McCoff.

Mycroft handed the tablet to Sherlock, "It was discovered by the Americans. The BAU team of their FBI was investigating a serial murder case of a diabolical nature, and found this unconscious man at the crime scene. A team member recognized that this was Sherlock, the famous former detective in London across the ocean, but Sherlock had 'dead', so they had to turn to the British police to find out what was going on. "

Sherlock quickly took the tablet, and quickly slid his finger on the screen, browsing the information inside intently.

Inside are the case materials that Lestrade obtained from the BAU, including the Lake Charles case and all the case materials of the investigation of Dora Lan back then, as well as the investigation materials against the two former police officers.

In fact, BAU only provided Lestrade with part of the information on the Lake Charles case, and the rest were obtained by McCoff through other channels.

"It's just a group of gangsters and a psychopath. I don't think there is any other conspiracy in it other than abducting children in a cheap way. Those two police officers told a big lie back then. The reason why this case has not been solved for so many years is only One, that is the disapproval of the local police." Sherlock quickly read the information and concluded with some contempt.

But he quickly slid the information to the photos taken at the scene of the crime, "This person has another accomplice, isn't the police doing on-site analysis now? There is obviously a fifth person at the scene! Excluding the dead suspect Two injured detectives, one unconscious, and another person came to the scene with the unconscious one. Where is the plane going? The United States? I am going to see the scene of the crime. This scene is interesting. Immortal! And this, my imitator? Great, I've never seen an imitator so successful and so unsuccessful!"

Sherlock was already excited.The speed of speech was fast, and the pupils dilated with excitement.Mycroft raised his eyebrows, glanced at his watch, and stood up, "It's time to take off. It's almost time to go home my brother."

Mycroft walked towards the boarding gate while talking, Sherlock sat still, and asked doubtfully, "I'm going to the United States. Otherwise, why are you looking for me? I've been monitoring those people here for more than a month , this is Moriarty's last stronghold in the country. I'll be able to kill them all by next week at the latest."

Mycroft stopped and looked back at his younger brother, "You think I can't see that it's just an imaginary thing made by a clumsy psychopath? Although some things really don't make sense, it's impossible for me to put 'You "Staying in the United States all the time, I found a reason, Lestrade brought 'you' back to England and continued to lie down. Of course, you will have to deal with the United States later."

The two boarded the plane one after another, and after a few hours of flight, the plane landed in London.

It is early morning in England, and the genius is shining slightly.

"Call Lestrade." Mycroft was a little tired, "Let him take you to the hospital, and then remember to put on a disguise. I don't want two Sherlocks to make headlines."

Sherlock couldn't wait to get through the phone.

Lestrade, who had just rushed back from the United States to settle the comatose man and was finally able to lie down, was awakened by the ringing of his mobile phone within three hours of falling asleep.

Lestrade struggled to reach the phone from the bedside table, took a deep breath, covered his eyes with one hand, and connected the call with the other.

"Who?"

"It's me, Sherlock, take me to see that man, which hospital is he in? Tell me! I'm going there now."

Lestrade sat up abruptly from the bed, "Sherlock? Is it really you? You're back? Where are you now?"

"Airport, tell me where the hospital is." Sherlock simply replied.

Lestrade laughed angrily for some reason, told the name of Sherlock Hospital, then hung up the phone, rubbed his face vigorously with both hands, took a deep breath, got up and got out of bed.

After a quick wash, Lestrade took a coat at random. He was too tired to change when he came back yesterday, and it's too late now. He was afraid that Sherlock would dissect the man if he was a minute late.

Facts have proved that his worries are not unreasonable.

Sherlock was throwing himself on the man, examining him carefully, muttering something.

Although we reunited after a long absence, after Lestrade arrived at the hospital ward first, and Sherlock came later, Lestrade opened his arms happily, and before he could speak, Sherlock's gaze stayed on him for a few tenths of a second Then he turned to the man on the hospital bed behind him.

Like a child seeing a favorite toy, Sherlock rushed over quickly.

Seeing Sherlock take out the hearing aid from an unknown doctor from his pocket, Lestrade was suddenly amused, and subconsciously touched the police ID card in his pocket.

Lestrade wandered away for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he found that Sherlock had unbuttoned the man's shirt, and was carefully observing his face.

Lestrade suddenly felt a little hot in his eyes.

Seeing that Sherlock wanted to strip the man naked and examine him carefully.Lestrade felt it necessary to hold back a little.

"Sherlock..." As soon as Lestrade walked over, Sherlock suddenly turned around and grabbed Lestrade's arm.

"This is impossible!" Sherlock shouted excitedly, shaking Lestrade vigorously with both hands, "Even if they are twins, it is impossible for them to be exactly the same from top to bottom. You have done a DNA test, right? The result is What?"

Lestrade was shaken until his eyes turned white, but Sherlock would not let him go without giving an answer that satisfies Sherlock, "The fingerprints are the same, the irises are the same, but the DNA test can't match."

Sure enough, Sherlock let go of him immediately, and Lestrade was able to breathe a long breath.

"How can two people who don't want to do it at all have the same physical details." Sherlock murmured, falling into the thinking of his own brain.

"By the way." Lestrade added, "the doctor measured the bone age, he is two to three years older than you should be, and you are wrong, the details are not exactly the same, look at his hands, those horrible It's not a simple knife wound."

"I found out." Sherlock interrupted, "His hands are spliced ​​together like a rag doll, the marks left by many operations. These hands have been seriously injured in the past. The traces are old and new, but they are all old."

Lestrade walked to the cabinet next to the hospital bed, took out a medical record from the drawer, and took out an X-ray film from it, "It's rare to see something worse than this."

Sherlock took the x-ray and examined it carefully.The description of the rag doll he blurted out before is really very appropriate.

There are as many fractures in these hands as if they were knocked off inch by inch.Fortunately, after the event, every bone was carefully reconnected with steel plates.But such a serious injury, it is impossible not to injure the Tesuji, presumably the new and old scars afterwards are just repair operations again and again.

"These hands don't look like a hand with motor difficulties." Sherlock held up one hand. "The upper muscles have been fully exercised. If I ask you, it's a bit like a surgeon's hand."

"The doctor also said it was unbelievable," Lestrade remembered the expression of the doctor who did the examination as if he had seen a medical miracle, "The doctor said that the best surgeon in the world couldn't guarantee that the best surgeon in the world would be able to recover after the operation. It picked up the spoon firmly."

"Excellent, I give this one ten points! I haven't seen such an interesting thing in two years." Sherlock turned around and grabbed Lestrade excitedly, "I need a partner, my little assistant is here What? He must be missing adventure too."

When Lestrade heard that he was going to find Watson, he felt that something was wrong, and was about to say something, but Sherlock didn't give him the chance to speak.

"I know where he is, 221B Baker Street, I'm going to find him."

After saying that, Sherlock rushed out of the ward like a gust of wind.

Lestrade held it in his throat when he said that Watson had moved, and finally faced the open door of the ward, couldn't help cursing, shook his head with a smile, and left.

Not long after Lestrade left, the man who had been lying quietly on the hospital bed for a long time moved his fingers slightly.

Nobody noticed.

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