I have special killing skills

It was already evening when they arrived at the murder scene, and the time on the road was greatly shortened because of Mycroft's small black car.

However, when Lestrade saw Donovan, the excellent female police detective was also very angry.

Speaking of Donovan, Lestrade really wants to thank God. This is a detective with strong executive ability, who has a double degree in anatomy and criminal investigation, and is a rare talent.But no matter how good a talent is, she is still human, and she is obviously not as good as Sherlock Holmes who has isolated herself from ordinary people long ago, even though that Holmes is still at the stage of evolution from adolescence to adulthood.

Donovan crossed his hips and looked at the silent brat with his neck stuck. This was not the first time he saw him. Sherlock always had various ways to get into the crime scene and used various methods to attempted to touch the corpse in such a manner.

"My deduction tells me he's a truck driver, not some bloody finance guy! Even though they look alike!"

Sherlock always muttered this sentence, sounding very excited, but he never said it to anyone, but to an unknown corner, sounding aggrieved and aggrieved.

Donovan was older than him, but she couldn't treat Sherlock with a good attitude at all.When anyone sees this person for the first time, he is covered in blood and keeps turning over the body parts, so the so-called first impression is nothing but abnormal!

And Sherlock was obviously not very happy either, he never gave up hope for the guys at Scotland Yard whose heads were simpler than goldfish, so he hoped to find out the truth by himself.

But it's not for any justice, just because he needs stimulation and games.

But this time he was obviously unlucky, just as he slipped in, he was mercilessly pinned to the ground by Donovan. Perhaps out of respect for women, Sherlock didn't resist—this ancient gentleman's quality can be found in any Sherlock Holmes. Incisively and vividly—but because of this, he was unable to escape successfully.

In addition, Lestrade, who had been defending him, was not there, so Sherlock had to squat in the corner with a stubborn face.

The moment he saw Sherlock, Lestrade clearly saw Mycroft's hand holding the black umbrella tightly, and then strode in.Lestrade followed closely behind, and quickly winked when Donovan looked over.

The wink seemed cryptic, but Donovan, who had been with Lestrade for a while, quickly deciphered it.

Get out of there, now, now!

Although he is still aggrieved by Sherlock's behavior, the most important thing to be a good detective is to obey.Donovan dodged quickly, and naturally avoided Mycroft's sharp gaze.

No one else knew, but Lestrade knew that if Donovan was a little slow, the metal point of the umbrella in Mycroft's hand would be poking into Donovan.

It's not a gentleman.Lestrade muttered to himself.

Mycroft didn't have time to worry about their thoughts. He stood still in front of Sherlock, lowered his head slightly, and frowned slightly: "Sherlock, I hope you can give me an explanation."

Sherlock is not surprised by Mycroft's arrival. After all, this man can always find out his whereabouts in various ways. It may have made people happy before, but with the arrival of Sherlock's rebellious period and the The infinitely extended posture, this kind of protection all the time made Sherlock feel bored.

And, this man always wins, always wins!

Turning his head away indifferently, Sherlock did not answer Mycroft's words.

Mycroft seemed to be used to Sherlock's attitude. He simply squatted down, stretched out his hand, and squeezed Sherlock's chin with his cold fingertips. He turned his face away, and then showed a smirk: "Sherlock, don't do this, you know Mummy will be angry."

Sherlock felt the pain in his jaw, which made him panic for a moment, but he reacted immediately, and shook his neck away from Mycroft's hand, his voice already had the prototype of a cello in the future: "Don't Always scaring me with mummy, Mycroft, I've grown up."

"But you still need my protection, as I said, I will protect you forever." Mycroft did not withdraw his hand, but pressed Sherlock's forehead lightly with his fingertips.

Sherlock seemed to think of something, and suddenly paled.

When Lestrade saw this kid showing such an expression, he suddenly felt a little distressed.After all, he is a man who has become a father, and this little guy is only in his early 20s, even though he usually does a bit of a jerk, but now he looks like a pitiful little guy who has been bullied.

Taking a few steps forward, Lestrade pretended not to hear Mycroft's voice, and said to the tall man beside him, "Hansen, what happened?"

The police officer named Hansen is obviously a police officer with a strong psychological construction. At least he has always been calm about Sherlock's attitude. Sherlock has never seen at a glance that he and his wife are separated and that he ate a cheese sandwich last night. There is no panic .

Hearing Lestrade's question, Officer Hansen took out his notebook and said softly: "This Mr. John entered the murder scene and tried to touch part of the victim's body." When talking about this, Officer Hansen glanced aside, "But obviously Detective Donovan has rich experience, subdued him, and temporarily restricted his personal freedom. I question the identity of this person, and I don't trust him as a police officer." Your kin, I don't think John is his name either, given Donovan's management has been calling him 'Sherlock'."

Lestrade was a little helpless. In fact, everything was as Hansen said, and Sherlock simply made everything up with lies.But Lestrade didn't want to embarrass him too much. After all, Sherlock didn't have bad intentions, and this little guy who was a little boy had already helped him solve many cases.

"Thank you very much for your assistance, Hansen, I will take care of the rest." Lestrade said calmly.

Officer Hansen was obviously a smart man, he could see the unusualness of Mycroft and Sherlock, and he could also see the Uighur of Lestrade.As far as Hansen is concerned, it is not beneficial for him to pursue it all the time, so he wisely chose to smile, and then tore a few pages from the notebook: "Of course, then I will trouble you."

Lestrade nodded, and then determined in his heart that this clever police officer might not be under his command for too long, and his intelligence and intelligence would be known to his superiors sooner or later.

This is a man fit to be a politician.

This conversation has effectively eased Sherlock's situation. At least now Mycroft didn't say anything more to him, but stood up, turned back to Lestrade with some indifference, and said, "I think I can bring He's back."

"No, I won't go back!" Sherlock also stood up, but maybe his legs were a little numb from squatting for too long, which made him shake a little.

Lestrade stepped forward to support him, and unexpectedly found that the tall Sherlock was actually not very heavy.Sherlock didn't know what Lestrade was thinking, he was just obsessed with arguing with Mycroft.

"I haven't solved the riddle here yet, Mycroft, don't try to drive me away!"

Mycroft scoffed. "If you mean the murderer, it's obvious."

Sherlock waited for the amber blue-green eyes: "I know it's obvious, only idiots with eyes on the soles of their feet don't know!"

The police officers and detectives who became what he called "an idiot with eyes on the soles of their feet" all had angry expressions on their faces. If it wasn't for Lestrade's face, Donovan would definitely go up and kick him again. foot.

But Mycroft obviously didn't feel anything wrong with Sherlock's words, he just frowned slightly and looked at his younger brother: "Then what are you doing here?"

"I just want to know why his secretary killed him! The cross-check on his chin is a good piece of evidence, but you're blocking me!"

"His secretary is the murderer?" Lestrade was a little surprised, the little girl looked very timid.

Sherlock responded impatiently: "Of course, looking at his stubble and the soles of his shoes, it's obvious."

Lestrade didn't ask any more, anyway, he got what he wanted to know, just like a practice question that got the answer, the reverse deduction process is always easier.

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Sherlock wanted to say something more, but it was obviously not what Lestrade needed to know.He beckoned and asked everyone to leave the room with him. He was not interested in the quarrel between brothers.

Definitely having someone arrest the victim's secretary, Lestrade looked at his watch to make sure it was not too late.At this time the door behind him was opened, and Mycroft came out alone.

"I guess Sherlock is in a bad mood." Lestrade gave him a look.

"It will be fine." Mycroft frowned slightly.

The man was in a bad mood, Lestrade thought.But he didn't continue to ask, but took out his phone and decided to report the situation to his boss.

But at this moment, his wrist was grabbed.

That palm was a little cold, which made Lestrade feel a little uncomfortable.He looked up at the man who was holding his wrist, and he saw eyes different from those of the Sherlocks.

Light blue, but as deep as the sea, bottomless.

"I won't report anything about Sherlock." Lestrade seemed to know this person's request, and said first.

Mycroft did not answer him, but still stared at Lestrade intently.When Lestrade felt his back go numb, Mycroft said suddenly, "I think we could have dinner tonight if you're free."

Lestrade was taken aback.

This is... an invitation?

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