Sherlock Holmes' Neighborhood 221C

Clarice couldn't sit still, she looked a little embarrassed and flustered, she glanced at Wu Zhen hurriedly, Wu Zhen didn't pay much attention to her expression.Clarice felt relieved, and then she almost switched, her eyes were empty with a kind of blank beauty, as if everything just didn't exist.She couldn't understand that.

"Why do you say I'm an agent? What the hell are you talking about?"

"Agent Clarice Starling. Stop pretending, did I warn you that I see right through you as soon as you enter the house."

The words of the two people had no stitches to insert, and the scene froze for a moment, and Clarice felt a heavy suffocation in the air.

"It's impossible." Clarice couldn't believe it, she hesitated for two seconds, and came to the answer firmly. "You must have investigated me beforehand." This was a disguised admission that he was an agent.

Sherlock: "Ha ha."

Wu Zhen was so shocked that he was almost speechless for a while. "...you..." Parents, do they know?

Clarice immediately said: "Really, I will explain this to you later. I have never done anything to hurt you. The friendship with you is really just mutual appreciation between friends."

She looked at Sherlock with a serious face.

"answer me."

Sherlock looked at the almost farce scene in front of him, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "right."

"This... this..., I now kind of believe that you can help me find him."

"Who."

"A doctor, a psychiatrist."

Wu Zhen was calm.

Without emotion, I thought: Oh, I am still a colleague.

"Why are you looking for him and killing him? No, he is your target, but the task your boss gave you is not to kill him. When you mentioned him, there was no killing intent in your eyes."

Miss Clarice is not used to being analyzed in this way. She blinked her eyes twice quickly, which made me feel pitiful.

"You can start talking about yourself."

"I thought I said it in the email. I heard your rumors. They said that you are amazing. You can see through a person with just one look."

"That's true. But I'm not a god, and I'm only good at solving cases." Sherlock's words were self-effacing, but there was no self-effacing meaning in his tone, especially the last sentence, which was full of arrogance.

"I have seen pictures of him and I have reason to believe he has criminal tendencies and intent."

"How is it possible? He is a respectable doctor. It's just that some things have happened recently. I have some things and I have to ask him."

Sherlock didn't answer, took out the printed photo of the doctor from the file, and handed it to Wu Zhen: "Try to see it."

Wu Zhen took the photo, and upon seeing it, it was a bit like that. His eyes were deeply sunken, with a strong aggressiveness, and his expression was completely different from that of ordinary people.Wu Zhen had reason to believe that he was a very determined man.

Wu Zhen: "These days there are not a few people who study psychology and doubt life or even abnormality."

She agrees with Sherlock.

Sherlock: "Haha."

Even his smile was just an arc of a smile, with the austerity and coolness hidden in the fog in London's smoggy day.

Clarice: "Please, I just want to find him."

"Who is the boss behind you?"

"I didn't..."

Sherlock interrupted her: "Although the coat you are wearing is a famous brand, but the style is three years ago." Sherlock leaned forward and took a sniff, wrinkled his nose and continued, "It's not cheap perfume. But, you told me that such a person can pay such a large amount of money? And, I just said 'your boss' and you didn't deny it the first time."

"I really can't hide it from you." Clarice praised: "There is nothing to hide. My real identity is an FBI agent, and my boss is Lin Jack Crawford. Are you satisfied now?"

"We've accepted your case." Sherlock sat lazily on the sofa, with oppressive calm in his eyes.

"Thank you."

Clarice took out an envelope from her coat. It was very thick, and the envelope was bulged out into a rectangle by the contents.According to common sense, it contained money of unknown denomination.

Clarice put the envelope on the coffee table and said, "This is the deposit."

Wu Zhen was quite surprised, but after thinking about it carefully, it was reasonable and unexpected.

Generally speaking, it is the safest way to transfer money through the bank, because there are transfer records that can be checked, and neither party can rely on it.A direct cash transaction, Clarice meant that she didn't want anyone to track down the transaction evidence.

Sherlock only glanced at it.

Clarice stood up, dressed as if she had just arrived at 221B, she said: "I'm leaving, really, don't you want to hear my reason, I came to you at three o'clock this afternoon, just downstairs in the bakery. I have to clear my mind first, and I have work to do.”

Wu Zhen said, "Okay, I'll wait for you."

Clarice opened the doorknob and left.

Sherlock said, "Liar."

Wu Zhen: "Who? Sherlock, I don't think she is a liar."

"Or you can ask me to analyze it for you to see if what she said is a lie."

"No, no need."

Wu Zhenxin has no idea, but she believes in her own judgment, and she also believes that there is really nothing in her family that Clarice can covet. The only possibility is that Clarice misses the friendship she had with her mother when she was young and even now. Very precious.

"why."

"Because I trust my own judgment."

"Hmph. I'll tell you the answer to this question when you come back from your appointment in the afternoon. Is Clarice a liar?"

"You look like a cat."

Sherlock wondered: "What?"

Wu Zhen replied: "Deadly proud!"

Sherlock: "Humph..."

In order to keep the appointment, Wu Zhen took a shower at noon, washed her hair, and changed her clothes. After everything was done, Wu Zhen buzzed her hair with a hair dryer. This was considered an advanced welcome procedure.She thought, in fact, there is no need to be so "grand", just to meet and listen to a story.

Because whatever Clarice said, it was a fait accompli.

Since it is a fait accompli...

cut.

Sure enough, I still care.

It has been nearly 20 years since Wu Zhen and Wu Pan started their struggle in the womb. Wu Pan has been ungrateful since she was a child, but the only character she has ever praised is her abnormally strong ability to accept.

In Wu Pan's vision, it is probably the end of the world when a volcanic eruption occurs. Thick smoke billows and covers the sky. People panic and run around looking for death or escape. Wu Zhen can still stand in front of the window, watching the lava erupting from the volcano, and drinking a sip of green tea. , and then said, "Oh, it's the end."

In fact, this is only in the end of the world. In normal times, Wu Zhen would not enter the state of "perverted acceptance".

Wu Zhen quickly accepted 221B's daily life, and didn't find anything unusual.Wu Pan had feelings of resistance towards a neighbor who was suspected of murdering and dismembering his body.He and Sherlock barely see each other.

Wu Pan is not at home at this time, he went out to play.

The time agreed with Clarice was approaching, and there were 3 minutes left, Wu Zhen hurried out and closed the door.Just outside the door is the bakery.

Clarice arrived on time, exactly. The minute hand of the wall clock with the black frame in the store just pointed to twelve o'clock, and Clarice opened the door and came in.

Uncanny accuracy.

Wu Zhen was puzzled, after all, it is impossible for all the clocks in the world to run accurately.

Wu Zhen knew Clarice's habit in meeting appointments: she didn't like being late, and she didn't like being early.She's punctual, really punctual.

Clarice pulled back the chair and smoothed her skirt with both hands before sitting down.

Wu Zhen pushed the iced coffee that Clarice had ordered to her, looking at her expectantly.

Clarice untied her backpack, took out a USB flash drive, and pushed it in front of Wu Zhen.

The two of them made this movement silently, it looked like they were conducting an underground hidden pile transaction in this bright bakery.

Wu Zhen thought, this is really embarrassing, how serious is it if you can't say it in person?

Does she read this USB flash drive or not?

The diners next to them have used the meaningless behavior of reading a newspaper and serving a cup of coffee to cover up their sneaky actions of peeping at their table.

There was no way Clarice hadn't noticed, it didn't matter to her.

She's an agent, not a spy, and passing a USB flash drive won't get her into trouble.

Don't be so careful.

And the agent here...she is not the only one, she has a familiar face, but the other party does not seem to have any intention of greeting her, and is performing some mission.

Who is the mission target?

Clarice looked at Wu Zhen, and Wu Zhen noticed it, and raised his head to meet her gaze.Clarice turned her head gracefully and without a trace in an instant, and looked out the window.

Well, the silhouette is beautiful.

This doesn't mean that the spark that sparked in the air the moment she looked at her just now never happened.

What happened to Clarice?

Clarice looked the same as this morning, her green eyes always looked rippling.

"I originally wanted to talk to you face to face, but I still feel that the words recorded in the U disk can be more eloquent, and besides, walls have ears."

Wu Zhen looked up at the owner of the bakery, who was cleaning the table while peeking at Clarice.

This skittish bakery owner Chatterjee!Aren't you dating Mrs. Hudson?