[Comprehensive] The Hundred Stories of Qingxingdeng

Chapter 130 Five

Sherlock has been very bored lately.

When Greg hurried to [-] Baker Street, Sherlock was holding his violin, making a terrible noise like sawtooth.

Mrs. Hudson opened the doors and saw that it was Officer Greg, and immediately showed a rescued expression on her face. She enthusiastically led Greg in and brought him to Sherlock's door.During this short journey, Mrs. Hudson narrated to Officer Greg how many times the boring Sherlock had shot at the wall with a wooden warehouse and how many times how many times he had howled like a trapped animal. Do something else to cheer yourself up, now it's torturing his violin and her neighbor's ear.

Seeing that Officer Greg seemed to have said something, Mrs. Hudson reached out and took off the tampon covering her ears with a dazed expression. She stood in front of Sherlock's door and asked with a smile: "Officer Greg, can you please tell me more?" One more time? I'm sorry I didn't catch it just now."

Greg: "...I said... Sherlock won't be bored."

Mrs. Hudson clapped her hands in relief, "This is really great, isn't it? I'm really worried that Sherlock will do something surprising when he's too bored to bear."

Mrs. Hudson and Greg are also old acquaintances, and Greg definitely knows more about Sherlock than Mrs. Hudson. He nodded and then raised his hand again and slammed on Sherlock's door. Go down, "Mr. Holmes, please open the door, this is Officer Greg!"

Sherlock was playing the violin too loudly, and Greg's knock on the door was drowned out by the noise Sherlock made.

Greg's slamming on the door had a remarkable effect. The terrifying sound like strings being pulled back and forth on a wooden mountain stopped abruptly, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps quickly approaching the door, and then the door was quickly torn open.

Sherlock, who was wearing a nightgown and had curly hair all over his head, poked his head out. When he saw Officer Greg standing outside, the expression on his face suddenly changed from unlovely to full of interest. His eyes The excitement and joy in the scene almost turned into substance, but his mouth was uttering some disgusting words, "It's a pleasure to see you again, Officer Greg, maybe you can bring me a little bit of excitement Of course~ if it's just some stupid game, then it's not what I want to hear."

Officer Greg thought about the problem he wanted to ask Sherlock to solve, and was a little unsure if it was a boring and stupid game: "..."

Mrs. Hudson was much more direct, she waved happily at Sherlock, and asked Sherlock if she would like to try the cookies she just baked, "If you are in a bad mood, eating a little sugar will definitely not It was the wrong choice."

Sherlock rolled his eyes: "Come on, Mrs. Hudson, you know these foods can't really save me from boredom."

Mrs. Hudson still smiled: "But you won't feel bored while eating, will you?"

If it is really delicious, Sherlock is willing to set aside a little time to enjoy the food, Sherlock can't refute this.

So Mrs. Hudson, who finally didn't have to be tormented by the noise anymore, happily went back to get the cookies she had just baked.

But when Mrs. Hudson came out with her cookies and came to look for Sherlock again, Sherlock had already changed his clothes, put on his trench coat and was walking out with Officer Greg.

Mrs. Hudson was a little dazed: "Sherlock... are you going out now? My speed is already very fast..."

Sherlock stretched out his hand to hold Mrs. Hudson's face, and left an excited kiss on her cheek. He picked up a piece of cookie on the tray and stuffed it into his mouth. Sherlock said happily, "I really don't know." Sorry Mrs. Hudson, the situation is urgent now, so I took the cookies and ate them on the way. Besides, Mrs. Hudson, you are still so beautiful today."

While speaking, Sherlock didn't stop at his feet, and just followed Officer Greg and left quickly.

Mrs. Hudson, who was praised by the young man, covered her mouth and smiled, and waved at Sherlock's back, "Be careful on the road."

Without looking back, Sherlock raised his hand and waved it. He walked quickly, got into Officer Greg's police car, and disappeared immediately.

"It seems to be a very urgent situation." Mrs. Hudson tilted her head slightly, closed the door that Sherlock forgot to close in a hurry, and went back to her room with her warm cookies went.

Probably because the criminals from country Y have traveled abroad together recently, or have a vacation together, and nothing interesting - for Sherlock - has been pressed for several days in a row, and Sherlock feels that he is about to be bored. Become crazy.

Mrs. Hudson's worry is not unreasonable, because if she continues to be so bored, Sherlock can only choose to use drugs to excite herself a little bit.

If drugs were no use, his brother Mycroft Holmes knew what he would do, and Mycroft would do everything in his power to prevent him from doing it—pile all the unsolved crimes on him. He may be seconded to other countries to help other countries solve unsolvable cases.

Mycroft certainly has the ability to ease his boredom.

But on the one hand, Sherlock doesn't really like Mycroft's "control", and even hates it; on the other hand, there is another annoying thing about Mycroft, that is, Sherlock doesn't really feel bored before exploding. Mycroft will not even come up with "last measures."

That's how the heartless brother Mycroft made his poor brother suffer from boredom.

Sitting in the car all the way, Sherlock understood the general situation from Officer Greg, and also understood the main role of being invited this time.

Not to find out who committed the crime, but to convince the criminal on the plane not to hurt the passengers.

The excited Sherlock seemed to be splashed with cold water. He looked at Greg's side face expressionlessly, twitching the corners of his mouth and complained wildly: "Officer Greg, if your brain has not been hijacked by aliens, You must know that this kind of thing should be left to professionals. Although I know that I am really good, and your policeman's IQ is so ordinary, but you are already so old, you should learn to think for yourself, right? You can't even This kind of thing is handed over to me, is the tax money paid by the citizens of the Big Y government used to support you useless policemen? Don’t you even know basic thinking?”

I have to say that when Sherlock speaks venomously, people really have the urge to dig out the wooden warehouse and kill him.

In fact, Sherlock's older brother Mycroft, whom Sherlock dubbed "The Man of the Big Y Empire", also has such an eloquence that makes people want to dig out the wooden barn and beat him to death. match the same.

Officer Greg, who often has to withstand the high pressure of McCoff and face Sherlock's poisonous tongue, silently said in his heart, "I am a good police officer who is dedicated to his duties, and I want to consider the security of the Great Y Empire and the safety of citizens", so very After several times, Officer Greg maintained his "calm! Quiet!" mentality, took a deep breath and continued to explain to Sherlock in a "gentle" tone.

"Those hijackers on the plane are not ordinary hijackers, they are organized and purposeful arcades, not for money but for some political purposes."

"Political purpose?" Sherlock said these four words with disgust.

As long as anything involves "politics", it will always become extraordinarily complicated, and it can also be ugly and scary enough.

Sherlock's brain was running crazily, and he went through the recent political-related events and figures in country Y one by one, and then thought about those related targeted forces, he raised his hand and stroked the corner of his windbreaker: "Say Well, who's the big guy on the plane?"

Seeing that Sherlock had finally entered the state of handling the case, Greg was relieved.

It's done.

As long as Sherlock is willing to do something seriously, he can always do his best, although occasionally... Sherlock will think too fast because of his own thinking, and other ordinary people who can't keep up with his thinking often feel that baffling.

……

When Greg took Sherlock to the airport, the hijacked plane hadn't landed yet, and the communications department at the airport had no way to contact the hijacked plane.

Greg communicated with other police officers who were on guard here, got a general idea of ​​the situation, and then took Sherlock to do what Sherlock should do.

Yes, Sherlock was invited here not to let him use his "venomous tongue" to make the hijackers ashamed enough to commit suicide, but to let Sherlock find the people standing behind these hijackers, if Sherlock is fast enough Well, if the police can beat the time, the leader of the organization behind it will be arrested, and the police will "speak sweetly" a little bit, as long as the hijacker on the plane is not a diehard and does not want to die, he can basically be caught without a fight.

So, Sherlock still has a lot to do.

And such things that require Sherlock to frantically turn his brain can always make him excited.

It took only 10 minutes, and Sherlock found the leader of the organization behind him under the extreme clues, conditions and time constraints, and stripped this extremely mysterious leader from beginning to end—only It was just through the clothes and traces of the leader who was captured, what he did, and the only information the police had.

The captured leader was so angry that he wanted to kill Sherlock on the spot.

Everyone has something that they don't want other people to know, especially those "successful people" who just want to look good to others.Before being picked up by Charlotte, the leader looked like an extremely mysterious and thoughtful terrifying figure in the eyes of others.

result……

It turned out that the leader had been cheated on by his wife, and he often failed to invest, and now he was struggling even more. Just before he was caught, he was rejected by a lady who struck up a conversation...

If such a "powerful person" is picked up with such information, the aura of "powerful" will be gone.

After getting rid of the leader, the plane that had been unable to land finally landed slowly.

All the policemen guarding the airport are on high alert to prevent the hijackers on the plane from acting aggressively.

As a result, the cabin door of the plane was opened, and the hijackers got off the plane one by one with their arms tied, and the last hijacker had a little dot on his neck.

The little boy excitedly grabbed the hijacker's ear, not afraid of these brutal hijackers: "Drive!"

Sherlock: "..."

Many Y country police officers: "..."

There's always something wrong with this picture.