[Comprehensive British and American] Life winners are fake

According to the normal process, after the competition, they have three days to rest. During this time, whether they go to eat, drink and have fun together or simply stay in the hotel to rest, the teacher will not stop them. After three days, they will fly back home.

This is without accident.

But now, Joey was suspected of being involved in a murder case. After following the police to the police station, he was taken directly to the interrogation room, perhaps because he was only a suspect, and his Asian appearance made him He looked younger than his real age, and the policeman who questioned him had a gentle attitude.

The police carefully asked Joey about his itinerary for the day. Although Joey didn't know who died, he knew that what he needed to do now was to cooperate, so he answered truthfully what he had done today.

Among them, he was repeatedly questioned for a certain period of time, and Joey guessed that this might be the time when the police suspected the crime.

After the questioning, the policeman sitting opposite him leaned forward. He took the material given to him by his colleague and put it on the table. Under Joey's sight, the policeman turned over one of the photos.

"At ten o'clock this morning, we received a call to the police. When we arrived at the scene, we found him dead next to the bathtub," while speaking, the police kept paying attention to Joey's expression. When he saw the Asian black man in front of him After the boy frowned slightly, he paused and asked, "You know him, right?"

"Well," Joey nodded, although his brows were frowned, but his eyes were calm, without any sign of guilt, "I was in the X Robot World Competition with him just yesterday."

"You still got the first place, right?" The policeman smiled. He seemed to be trying to make the atmosphere less depressing, and even said friendlyly, "Congratulations, although the current situation is not very good."

Joey pursed his lips, and he felt the same way, but what he wanted to know more was, "I don't usually have anything to do with him, why would I be a suspect?"

The policeman put away his smile, and his tone became serious, "Because we found the traces left by him before he died."

When the policeman was about to continue to say something, someone knocked on the door and walked in. His eyes swept over Joey, and finally met the policeman, "He was released on bail."

Coming out of the small interrogation room, Joey, who was following the police, looked up and saw Peter with an anxious face. After seeing him coming out, Peter was relieved. As soon as Joey walked to him, Peter took out the A doll was handed to him.

"Maybe..." He coughed, tilted his head, and whispered, "...I think maybe holding it will make you feel better."

Joey pinched the fluffy touch in his hands, and he recognized that they had caught them in front of the claw machine before, but because he was suddenly taken away by the police, Peter left them there and came with him, Joe Yi didn't expect Peter to keep one.

He smiled at Peter with a relaxed expression, "Just like you think, I think my mood is indeed better."

Peter raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose, the embarrassment on his face dissipated, and his lips curled up.

As the two of them walked towards the gate of the police station, Joey looked around, but he didn't find anyone he knew or someone who was suspected of bailing him. ?”

"Teacher, they are appeasing other students," Peter explained to him. Although the others were not as suspicious as Joy, they were all questioned by the police. "They called our parents, but the person who bailed you—— "

Having said that, Peter's expression was a bit complicated. He seemed to not know how to describe the person who released Joey on bail. He opened his mouth, but in the end he gave up and directly signaled Joey to look at the roadside at the gate of the police station.

"Where is he."

Joey looked over as he said, and just happened to bump into those light gray eyes. The sharp eyes that seemed to reveal everything made him stunned for a moment, and subconsciously moved his eyes away, and looked at Peter. .

Facing Joey's questioning gaze, Peter affirmed, "That's him."

Joey: ...

He looked blankly at the man sitting in the black car again. He confirmed that he didn't know this man, and he didn't look like a lawyer at all in terms of his manner and expression.

At this moment, the man got out of the car, and the black umbrella tip touched the ground earlier than his feet.

The bound black umbrella was held in the man's hand, but it was more aura than some people with gorgeous canes at the banquet. He was wearing a well-tailored suit and walked slowly. , giving the impression that the king is patrolling his domain.

He stopped in front of Joey. He was tall and chubby and had to look down at Joey. Although there was no expression on his face, he had a strong aura.

He is just like the standard old-fashioned and graceful gentleman from Country Y described by history.

Under the nervous eyes of the two big boys, he opened his lips, and said in a calm and calm tone, "Joy."

"Yes!" Obviously the other party was not particularly loud, but Joey couldn't help but straightened his back and answered seriously, and the same was true for Peter next to him. Although the man didn't look at him, Peter always had something to say. An illusion that you are surrounded by the opponent's aura.

The man picked up his lips, half-smile, "You really don't look like him."

Joey: "Him?"

"Let me introduce myself," the man said without answering his question, "Mycroft Holmes, you can also call me Uncle Mycroft."

"Mycroft... Uncle," Joey repeated, "but I don't know you."

The smile on McCoff's face seemed to become a little more sincere, and his tone became more relaxed and comfortable, as if thinking of something that made him feel interesting, "But your relatives know me, so he asked me to come and take you away from the police. bureau."

He casually played with the black umbrella in his hand, and finally the tip of the umbrella touched the ground, raised his brows slightly, and said meaningfully: "I always thought that a guy with a bad personality like him, who always holds his head up and never admits defeat, would not say anything to me. Say the word please."

There are not many people who can be called Joey's relatives. The only person who can be connected with such a powerful man is his uncle Tony.

But the adjective in the other party's mouth is a little different from the Tony in Joey's impression.

"Get in the car, I'll take you to the scene," the man turned around and said with his back to them.

Joey and Peter looked at each other.

Peter: I don't know why, this person gives me the feeling of a villain boss in comics.

Joey: ...Looks like we feel the same way.

They hesitated, but finally got into the car, the door was pulled shut, the wheels turned, and they left the police station.

It's just that the atmosphere in the car was a little frozen when they arrived at the destination. Joey and Peter sat next to each other, with their legs together, their hands on their knees, and looking straight ahead, looking like obedient students.

"...Uncle Mycroft."

Obviously he didn't do anything bad, but when Joey saw those gray eyes, his tone weakened inexplicably, "Are you going to take us to the scene of the crime?"

Mycroft nodded, crossed his legs, crossed his fingers on his stomach, "If the timing is right, maybe you can see the process of the murderer being caught."

Although this man named Mycroft exudes the aura of a big devil all over his body, his attitude towards these two big boys is actually not bad, and he didn't even do anything to Peter's obvious behavior of memorizing the driving route of the vehicle. reaction.

The car finally stopped in front of a hotel, but the man didn't go down. When Joey turned around to look at him, he sat in the car and turned the handle of the umbrella he was holding in his hand. He raised his eyes and looked at him casually. Authentic, "Room 23 on the 2345rd floor."

Joey reacted for a second before realizing that he should be talking about the murder scene, which made him more sure that McCoff didn't plan to go up together.

After saying the location, Mycroft waved him politely and said in a low voice, "Goodbye."

The slowly closed car door blocked Joey's gaze.

"He has a completely different temperament from the people we usually see." Peter on the side said.

"Yeah." Joey agreed with him, he thought for a few seconds, and said slowly, "If I'm really the murderer, and he's the one who interrogated me, I think... I might not be able to hold on for long. will be exposed."

Even though he hadn't been with this man named Mycroft for long, Joey had such an intuition.

But for him, what is more important now is not to think about what kind of person Mycroft Holmes is. Joey, who has become a criminal suspect inexplicably, wants to know why he was involved.

When the two of them took the elevator up to the 23rd floor, they immediately saw the kind of blockade that often appeared in detective TV dramas, and when they got out of the elevator, they could still see the police walking around, maybe The identity of the McCoff they were not familiar with was unusual. Although the police noticed them, they did not expel Joey and the two of them. Someone even took them to the room where the accident happened, but they were only allowed to stand at the door look in.

Joey saw a familiar stranger again. He said he was unfamiliar because he didn't even know the name of the other person, and he was familiar because he met him in the video game city.

That curly-haired man in a windbreaker.

He was kneeling on one knee, leaning as close as possible to the corpse kneeling by the bathtub, carefully examining the corpse with one hand, looking at Joey's face sideways, showing no emotion of fear at all, his eyes focused It was terrifying, and Joey even felt that he saw excitement in those gray-blue eyes.

"Why would he get excited over a dead body?"

A very soft voice rang in Joey's ear, and Joey was almost not startled. He turned his head suddenly, but his forehead suddenly hit something hard, which made him raise his hand to cover his forehead and took a deep breath. Immediately, he noticed that there were more than one sound of gasping, and when he raised his head, he happened to meet the wrinkled Peter's eyes.

It turned out that Peter was standing behind him and talking just now, and the hard thing was Peter's forehead.

The movement made by the two of them was not too loud, and it didn't even disturb the few people who were checking inside. When Joey was about to speak, he heard the sound of the windbreaker being brushed and rubbed. He immediately shut his mouth, turned and looked at the bathroom again. .

The man in the windbreaker stood up, resting his chin with one hand and crossing his chest with the other, speaking very fast, "There is an obvious callus just above the first joint of the middle finger of his left hand, but there is no such condition in his right hand, which means he is a right hand man. Skipper. There is disinfectant in the bathroom, and every corner is very clean, which means that he has a tendency to cleanliness. The clothes are neat and tidy, except for the folds caused by lying on the bathtub, there are no other traces, which means that there has been no fight, and there are no traces around him. There is no time delay or moving corpse, the expression is calm, and there is no stupor drug left in the body—"

He calmly concluded, "Obviously, he cut his wrists himself."

"But it's obviously impossible," a gray-haired man questioned himself. He was dressed differently from the other police officers and may have a higher rank. "Sherlock, we saw the place where his left hand covered him If he really committed suicide, how could he leave the Arabic numeral one?"

Sherlock put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker and looked at him expressionlessly, "I just said he did it himself, never said he committed suicide, Restley."

"My name is Lestrade."

Sherlock, who was pointed out to have called the other party by the wrong name, did not show any guilt, he was still very calm, "Okay, Lestrade," he strode away, left the bathroom directly, and came to the living room of the room, with a low and The magnetic voice sounded again, "There is still an unfinished breakfast in the living room. I said he has a tendency to cleanliness."

Lestrade, who was called by the wrong name again, was very used to it. He knew that Sherlock would never call him right, so he focused on what Sherlock said, but he was still puzzled, "Of course I remember, But is there any connection?"

"If I'm not mistaken," Peter interjected at this time, because his little friend was involved, Peter listened very carefully during this process, and his eyes strengthened by superpowers made him stand at the door You can also clearly see the left hand of the dead body on the edge of the bathtub. "There seems to be food stains on the cuffs of his sleeves."

Inspector Lestrade immediately looked over, and sure enough, he found a little stain on the cuff of his shirt, which was easily overlooked.

Watson on the side smiled at Peter with a kind expression, "You are amazing."

Peter embarrassedly raised his hand and scratched his cheek, pursed his lips and smiled, and Joey gave him a thumbs up.

They all understood what Sherlock meant. A person with a tendency to cleanliness, after discovering that his cuffs were stained, how could he not clean it up, unless he just finished eating and ignored everything and wanted to commit suicide.

When they found no traces left by the deceased, they thought it was because the boy was too delusional and chose to commit suicide after failing to win the first honor in a world-class competition. However, when they found the number one under the left hand of the deceased, They began to think of homicide.

And Joey is No.1, and the second word of his name has exactly the same pronunciation as [-]. When they adjusted the monitoring of the arena and found that the deceased had had an active physical conflict with Joey after the award ceremony, they would think that Joey was suspected of murder, because they felt that it might be an accusation left by the deceased before his death.

This is what Joey learned later, and at this time, Sherlock was still continuing his deductive reasoning.

"But there is still a question here. Since he didn't commit suicide, why did he cut his own wrist." Lestrade was full of doubts, and he had already believed Sherlock's previous statement.

Joey looked at the corpse lying on his back facing him, and he seemed to be able to imagine a pale and lifeless face that had lost all color. different.

He murmured, "It sounds like his own brain can't control what he's doing."

Sherlock, who was squatting in front of the deceased's suitcase and flipping through something, heard this sentence sharply, and said without looking back: "It seems that the wisdom of goldfish sometimes shines."

Joey: ...

Peter patted him on the shoulder sympathetically.

Watson smiled embarrassedly at him, "I hope you don't mind, he's actually not a bad character."

Sherlock stood up holding a book, turned around, faced them, raised his brows slightly, and said in a drawn out voice: "John, I never deny that I have a bad personality—if I remind you that IQ What is worrying about people is called bad words.”

"I don't think you need to emphasize this kind of thing at this time, Sherlock." Watson said sincerely. He felt that since he knew Sherlock and regarded him as his friend, he was restraining himself from shooting himself down every day. The urge to kill Sherlock, and the urge to hold someone else to kill Sherlock with a single shot.

Really, Watson thought tiredly, he felt that his lower limit was constantly lowered by Sherlock's challenges every day.

"Let's talk about your conclusion first."

Sherlock showed a regretful expression, but in the end he said simply and neatly:

"He was hypnotized."