[Comprehensive British and American] Life winners are fake

"Hypnosis?"

When Sherlock uttered the conclusion that the deceased was hypnotized, most people repeated the word in surprise. The behavior of human IQ, after he said this conclusion, immediately interrupted Sherlock who was about to say something.

"Are you kidding?" One of the male policemen curled his lips. "Without any verification and no evidence, just casually say that the deceased was hypnotized. If the police handle cases like you, That's just going to make a mess!"

Sherlock's response to him was to ignore him, as if he didn't hear anything, he went straight to the bathroom, the male police officer who was ignored by him blushed, and he angrily said to Inspector Lestrade, "sir , I think he should be let out, his presence will only affect us to find out the truth about the death of the deceased!"

Detective Inspector Lestrade had the urge to raise his hand to rub the center of his brow, and when he opened his mouth to appease his police officer, Sherlock's voice sounded.

"If the cops were as stupid as you—"

Sherlock threw the book in his hand to Watson, and Watson caught it in a hurry, and saw Sherlock turn around, because his back was facing him, Watson couldn't see Sherlock's face, but it was full of Sherlock's mockery His tone was enough for him to imagine Sherlock's expression.

"I think all the criminals in country Y will be really happy, because they no longer have to worry about being caught by the police."

Joey and Peter watched from the sidelines. They could clearly see the blue veins on the male policeman's forehead, and his obvious desire to beat Sherlock, but was stopped by Inspector Lestrade.

He hugged his subordinate quickly and firmly, successfully avoiding the possibility of Sherlock's high nose bridge being punched hard in the future, and then smiled wryly at Watson.

Sherlock raised his jaw slightly and narrowed his eyes, "What are you looking at him for, do you think he can—"

"Sherlock, everyone is waiting for your reasoning," Watson said as he stepped forward and put the book in Sherlock's hand again. He thought that there should be something wrong with the book being held by him. Useful, "You know, none of us can figure it out as quickly as you can."

Sherlock lowered his eyes and stared at the smile on Watson's face. It took him a while to look away, and he didn't say any more words that stimulated the nerves of the male police officer.

"The other books in the suitcase of the deceased have been turned over. Judging from the traces of notes, it has been a while since he read them, which shows that he has the habit of reading, and this book is obviously unopened, and it is a brand new one. The book of hypnosis means that he is not interested," Sherlock threw the book to Inspector Lestrade, with his hands folded, "Since he is not interested, then this book will be in his hands, or it was given by someone else , or he is going to give it to someone else, I am more inclined that he is going to give it to someone he likes."

"Why?" Someone asked subconsciously.

"Because usually when giving gifts, they will be given to those who are interested in it." Joey said.

"I'm so glad I don't have to answer this stupid question," Sherlock said coldly. The curly-haired detective was already very impatient, and he didn't like others to interrupt when he was talking. As the boy you mistook for the suspect said, it is difficult for a boy who usually shows a proud personality to please others, and he would be willing to give gifts to others, and there is a high probability that he has a good impression of the other party."

"This means that he knows someone who is interested in hypnosis knowledge." Sherlock stepped to the side of the corpse, he directly touched the corpse with his hands without hesitation, turned him around, no longer lying prone, and then walked from the corpse Picking up a necklace around his neck, everyone's eyes fell on the necklace in unison.

It is a photo necklace. When Sherlock opens the heart-shaped decoration at the end of the necklace, it reveals the photo inside. In the photo, a girl with long brown hair and the deceased are smiling at the camera.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows. He took the necklace from the dead man's neck and threw it at Inspector Lestrade indifferently. "You can talk to this girl now."

Lestrade showed a somewhat embarrassed expression, "But this is just your reasoning. Of course, I don't doubt you, Sherlock, but we don't have direct evidence—"

"When talking to her, you can take a look at her diary." Sherlock said lightly.

Just as Sherlock suggested, Inspector Lestrade finally took someone to find the girl. To their surprise, the girl really had a diary, and it described her in detail. How to hypnotize the dead, let him commit suicide when he sees the key words, there is no guilt for this behavior between the lines, she is even happy with the successful result of the first hypnosis, people don't feel that she has any feelings for a living Respect for human life.

"She said she just wanted to experiment with her hypnotism," Inspector Lestrade sighed. "I didn't think she'd kill a man just for that reason."

"If you came here just to say these nonsense words, I think you can leave," the man sitting on the single sofa crossed his legs, leaned forward, put his fingers between his lips, and his tone was the same as always I owe a beating, "There is enough noise around me, if you add another one, I doubt my IQ will be polluted."

His words included everyone present. Fortunately, none of them had a particularly irritable temper, so they resisted the desire to do something.

Inspector Lestrade looked away blindly. He looked at the Asian boy sitting on the other side and smiled apologetically, "Sorry, we took you as a suspect at the time."

"I know I haven't done this kind of thing," Joey said, shrugging his shoulders and saying that he didn't mind that much, "but I don't understand why you think of me because of the number one."

"Because some of them who know a little bit of flower language cleverly thought of your Asian appearance, thinking that the handwriting left by the deceased should be pronounced in a flower tone, referring to the 'YI' in your name." Sherlock first mocked .

Inspector Lestrade: ...

All right, he has already finished what he wanted to explain. In order not to make himself look too embarrassed, Mr. Inspector raised the question he has kept until now, "Sherlock, why do you know that girl has a notebook."

The curly-haired detective, whose whole body was huddled in the sofa, raised his eyes. He didn't seem to want to answer this question. After all, the answer was so obvious to him. He didn't know until he found that everyone present was looking at him. Reluctantly, he said in a lazy tone, "If you are careful enough, you can see that there is an unopened diary in the suitcase of the deceased, and there is a 'what style of diary' in his mobile phone? Prefer's browsing history, and—”

He stretched out his hand, his slender fingers swiped in the air, but he didn't stop, but went from bottom to top, then stopped halfway, stretched out, drew an 'h', and then retracted his hand into the sleeve .

"What he wanted to write at that time was not the Arabic numeral one, but h. The vertical line was thicker from the end to the middle. Before he died, he got rid of the hypnosis, but it was too late. Even the first letter It's only half written."

Only Inspector Lestrade heard what Sherlock meant, because he knew that the girl's name was Helena, which made him look at Sherlock again with the eyes of a magical creature. I am amazed by his intelligence and carefulness, which is why Lestrade often seeks help from Sherlock.

Come to think of it, Sherlock's level of solving crimes is indeed very good.

In fact, they still had some questions, but judging by Sherlock's expression, they knew that if they continued to ask, they might not get an answer but the detective's unceremonious sarcasm, so they dispelled their curiosity.

Joey and Peter originally planned to leave with Inspector Lestrade, but they were stopped by Sherlock, who curled up on the sofa and raised his chin, motioning him to sit down with Peter, "Don't you When it's time to leave."

"I appreciate you clearing me of suspicion so quickly," Joey frowned slightly, he didn't know why Sherlock wouldn't let him go, "but I think I should go to my teacher and them, they are still waiting for me Let's go back home together."

"They've gone back."

Peter: "They were at the hotel—"

"If you don't believe me, you can make a call. I don't think anyone will answer because they are already on the plane." After saying that, Sherlock closed his eyes and fell asleep, obviously not planning to speak again.

Joey and Peter looked at each other, and they both took out their mobile phones and dialed the number, but as Sherlock said, they didn't get through.

Joey put away his phone. Like Peter, he couldn't figure out why the others suddenly left the two of them and returned home without any notice. Sherlock was the only one who could answer them, but this man was obviously in a A state of refusal to speak.

At this moment, there was the sound of someone walking on the stairs, and an elderly lady appeared at the door with snacks and black tea. When she saw Joey and Peter standing in the room, she turned to the boys. Smile kindly.

"I made some snacks and black tea for you," she walked in, and put the things in her hands on the table, "but I don't know the taste of you two, I hope you will like my craft."

"I heard from Sherlock that the two of you will stay here for one night today."

Joey immediately turned his head to look at Sherlock, his brows were tightened, he had no idea when this person said these words.

"I--"

"Are you shy?" Mrs. Hudson asked. She looked at Joey and Peter, Sherlock on the sofa, and Watson sitting in front of the computer. The smile on her face became more obvious. "Young people should face their hearts boldly. They just live in a bedroom. There is no need to be shy about being with the person you like. Don't be like John, always in front of everyone. Deny his relationship with Sherlock."

Joey: ...

Peter: ...

Watson: ...

"No, Joe and I don't have such a relationship!" Peter's ears were red, and he explained to the kind wife in a panic. He didn't know why the wife misunderstood the relationship between him and Joey. .

"We're just good friends."

Joey nodded, "Yes, we're just friends."

"I know, you are just friends," Mrs. Hudson cheerfully repeated their words, but when she came out of her mouth, the obviously normal description always had a kind of intentional meaning, "It's okay, I know you are embarrassed, Just like John."

Watson: "..." He put his hands on his forehead, "Mrs. Hudson, Sherlock and I are really just roommates."

"I understand." Mrs. Hudson raised her hand to signal that they don't need to continue explaining, showing a comprehension expression, but she couldn't help but said, "But you have to learn from Sherlock, you see, he never denies his heart. "

Joey, Peter and Watson:  …

They shouted in unison, you don't understand at all!

After Mrs. Hudson left, Watson answered the questions in their hearts for Sherlock who seemed to have fallen asleep.

"Actually, we received a call from Sherlock's brother. He told us that Joe's relatives asked you two not to return to China for the time being, and stay here for a day or two," Watson spread his hands, and he suggested, "If you don't If you believe me, you can call and ask."

Watson with a gentle smile made his words appear more trustworthy, so Joey did not leave immediately with Peter, but listened to his suggestion and dialed the number again. He first called Joe's mother, but answered After the phone call, it was his uncle's voice that rang on the other end of the phone.

"Hey Joey baby."

Tony's voice was lower than usual.

"..." Joey walked to the place by the window, leaned against the wall, and whispered, "How could it be—"

"They went on a trip," Tony interrupted him before he finished speaking, he chuckled, "I suggest that they turn off their phones and enjoy the pure two-person world, so your call will be forwarded Come to me."

"I heard that you were involved in a murder case and you were considered a suspect, so I asked someone I know to help me," Tony paused before continuing, "He just told me about this It has been resolved, I think maybe you can stay in country Y for a day or two and relax."

"...I don't think it's right." Joey said softly.

"There's nothing wrong baby, all you should do now is relax and enjoy the interruption you had-"

"I think something is wrong with you, Uncle."

Joey looked through the gaps in the uncovered curtains and looked at the gloomy and drizzling sky outside the window. He pursed his lips with a vague expression, "You... Did something happen to you?"

"..."

The other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds, and then Tony's voice with a smile came out quickly, "How could something happen to me, I can assure you, my dear little Joey, when you come back, you will see It must be the healthy me."

"you sure?"

"I'm sure."

On the hospital bed, the pale-faced Tony answered Joey's question in his hand with affirmative tone. It was obvious that his forehead was already dripping with sweat due to the severe pain that resurfaced after the wound was anesthetized, but his voice was deeper, Nothing unusual.

On the other side, Natasha, who was leaning against the door with her arms folded, couldn't stand it anymore. She simply turned and left the ward, but before going out, she motioned for Steve to come out together.

After Steve came out, he quickly saw Natasha standing at the end of the corridor. He walked over and just stood beside Natasha when he heard his partner agent speak.

"Does he know?"

"What?" Steve didn't understand.

Natasha turned sideways, and she looked at Steve with raised eyebrows, "I mean, does Tony know you're dating his nephew?"

Steve looked embarrassed, and he corrected her, "I didn't talk to Joe—"

Natasha: "Oh."

She raised her hand to signal Steve to stop talking, and said pointingly, "Anyway, it's not me who has anything to do with that cute little neighbor."

She patted Steve on the shoulder.

"Cap, whether you want to fall in love with him or you don't have feelings for him, you have to decide as soon as possible. It's better than Tony thinking that you will play with his dear nephew's feelings in the future. If that happens , I suspect that there may be a battle of the century between the two of you, the kind of life-and-death kind."