[Comprehensive British and American] The male god takes home

Gu Yan raised his eyes to look down the dimly lit stairs, smiled eagerly, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and gently pinched Ah Lang and the Egyptian prince: "I'll go downstairs to the 24-hour fast food restaurant to buy something to eat." The few people looking at the computer didn't care.

The stairwell was a bit narrow, and Gu Yan didn't seem to have estimated the distance well. When he went downstairs, he accidentally bumped into a man in his 50s wearing a green-gray knitted jacket who was following Mrs. Hudson.

"Sorry." After gathering his coat, Gu Yan hurriedly disappeared on the first floor, with a silver-white Nokia mobile phone in his pocket.

【upstairs】

"Where is the mobile phone located, tell Sherlock quickly."

"Here, 221B Baker Street."

"How could he be here. How could it be?" Sherlock looked around for clues.

Lestrade offered his guess: "Maybe it was in the box and it fell out when you brought it back."

Who is the person who can trust even if they don't know each other?

Who is the one who does not attract suspicion no matter where he goes?

The murderer is a white male with a stable day job.Occupation is a maintenance worker, driver, door-to-door salesman, express transportation is very likely.

Hearing the conversation between his girlfriend and himself, Sherlock saw a white man in his 50s standing behind Mrs. Hudson.

London - taxi drivers - can hunt in the downtown

Sherlock watched the other party take out a pink smart phone from his pocket, press send, and his phone sent a text message notification tone in the next second.

[follow me]

Hastily perfunctory Watson, Sherlock quickly followed the suspect.

"The car called by Sherlock Holmes." The suspect leaned against his taxi door with a very relaxed posture.

"You were the driver, the taxi parked outside Northumberland Street. It was you, not the passenger." Sherlock closed the door with his backhand, but stared at the taxi behind him.The car glass reflected light, but a silhouette could barely be seen.

The suspect seemed unaware, and continued his performance: "So no one ever paid attention to the driver, as if turning a blind eye, just the back of his head. A perfect cover for a serial killer."

"Are you admitting your crime?"

"Yes, if you call the police now, I won't run away, I will stay here obediently."

"why?"

"I know you won't do that. Because then you'll never know what I said to them." The driver got into the car with a haughty look on his face, "I didn't kill them. I just talked to them, They chose death themselves."

"If I want to know, what should I do."

"Get in the car and let me give you a ride."

The taxi headed for the suburbs.

"You're going to lure Sherlock to the suburbs like this, and then use his curiosity to eat your poison, right?" Gu Yan's sudden voice finally made the suspect discover his existence.

"Who the hell are you?" The driver who had been caught in his mind slammed to a stop on the side of the road, "When did you come up?"

Rude language - mediocre observation - not good enough to plan - there is a mastermind behind it

Sherlock glanced at the suspect in distaste and lost interest; "Who planned the case for you."

"Get out of here." The driver yelled at Gu Yan angrily, as if he didn't hear it.

Anxious about numbers changing - very poor fighting skills

"I'm just a little assistant, what are you worried about?" Gu Yan moved his fingers excitedly, but his face was harmless and weak.Her appearance has always been deceiving.

Sherlock glanced at his girlfriend, and immediately knew what was wrong in her heart. He leaned on the back of the chair to block his sight, held Gu Yan's hand, and diverted the suspect's thinking: "Who mentioned me in front of you."

"A person who pays attention to you. Your admirer." The driver seemed to be fulfilling some kind of mission, and the way he spoke was a little exaggerated and dramatic, "Here we are, sir."

【Roland Kerr Institute for Advanced Study, restaurant on the first floor】

Being robbed of the old-fashioned way of entering the Continuing Academy, Sherlock commented that it was "boring".

Sherlock clasped his hands and rested his elbows on the table: "You have shaving cream behind your left ear, and no one told you, similar things happen from time to time, obviously you live alone.

There was a family photo in the car, the wife's part was torn up.The photo is old and the frame is indeed new.You miss your children terribly without being able to see them.Separated father, she took the kids, but you still love them,"

Gu Yan, a young expert in interrogation, observed the surrounding area and confirmed that there was no camera, then slowed down his speech, with some hints: "You haven't gone back for at least three years, so time is running out. The aneurysm is in the advanced stage, isn't it growing in the brain. What can make you change your temper in this situation and run to kill people."

Pushing Shunlai's mobile phone to the driver: "Thanks to Google's browsing history, your motivation has made me guess a lot. You have found financial information such as life insurance, which means you need money.

Then think back.One of the reasons why you are rejected by your wife is poverty, which makes you leave your children.So the object of your hatred should be the rich, not such a chaotic choice of the dead today. "

Gu Yan's eyes showed a bit of pity and a trace of disgust from someone who came here. "Obviously you are not a real serial murderer. Someone asked you to be a professional killer."

"Every time I kill a person, he will pay my children a sum of money. The more I kill, the better their lives will be." The driver's words confirmed Gu Yan's guess.

"Sherlock, little assistant. Hehe, it really lives up to its reputation. Let's get to the point, two bottles of medicine, choose." The driver pushed one medicine bottle in front of Sherlock, and put the other in front of himself, "A game. Do you believe that I will help you?" Chosen."

"In case I don't choose, I can just leave." Knowing all the details, Sherlock naturally didn't intend to continue this boring trick.

A real gun pointed at the forehead.

The murderer sighed, as if he was helpless at Sherlock's lack of cooperation: "Either you are [-]% sure, or I will let you headshot directly. Unfortunately, no one has chosen this yet."

"I choose the gun." Sherlock made the choice almost without thinking.

Taking advantage of the murderer's stunned moment, Gu Yan took out the fork that had been hidden all the way, and with skill, he swung it vigorously, half of the fork tip pierced his wrist, and the pistol fell on the table.

"It's fake at first glance."

Gu Yan put his left hand on the table, kicked the gun towards Sherlock with his right foot, and kicked the driver's head with a horizontal kick.While the murderer was in dizziness, he picked up the murderer and threw him on the table, with one leg pressed against his lower back, and his hands clasped behind his back.The whole set of movements is neat and handsome, and even has a smooth aesthetic.

With a subtle pride, Sherlock handed to Gu Yan the Lestrade's handcuffs that he took in the room because of anger.

"Let's talk about my admirer. Your behind-the-scenes boss." Sherlock threw the driver to the ground with an oppressive tone, "Give me his name."

"No." The driver's throat was pinched by Sherlock, and his hoarse voice was unpleasant.

"I have plenty of ways to make your life worse than death." Gu Yan dug out a table knife from the side cabinet and handed it to Sherlock.

The big detective did not hesitate to use a small table knife to pierce the gap between the nails and fingers, and quickly removed the two nails. His eyes were calm and did not fluctuate, "My medical anatomy is not bad, the next cut is the alveoli Piercing, try it? Tell me, the name."

After a hoarse scream, the driver panted heavily and still shook his head.There are already sirens in the distance, and there is not much time left for them.

"That name, now!" Sherlock rubbed the driver's bloody fingers, and the knife in his hand pierced the right chest with precision. Small amount of blood.

But the puncture sensation brought by every breath became more scorching after Gu Yan helped sprinkle some unknown powder.Along the wound, the blood along the way seemed to be ignited instantly after being sprinkled with hot oil. The burning pain in the blood vessels made the driver start to twitch.

"Tell us the names."

Gu Yan put on the gloves he carried with him, inserted a finger into the wound, and stirred it slowly, his tone was so gentle that it carried the sweet smell of the rainforest.

"Ah, ah... ah—" The driver's screams were intermittent due to the cloudiness of his mind, and the pain had left him with no energy to scream, "Moriarty."

Sherlock began to search for information about the name in his mind.

Used the word "they" earlier - group, organization - Mike must have known

Gu Yan squatted down, injected an antidote into the wound, threw the needle tube into the garbage bin in the back kitchen, and went around the corner of the backyard to set the glove on fire, burning it up.

Back in the dining room, Sherlock had cleaned up some traces of evidence, took Gu Yan's hand, walked to the doorstep and sat down: "Now, it's time for us to turn back into victims."

"Do you need to call for help?"

"Oh no, that would be stupid."

The two exchanged a tacit smirk and discussed information about the new character.

With the help of Watson, Lestrade finally found this place all the way.Sherlock was on the sidelines to restore the case for Lestrade, and Gu Yan walked towards their new roommate, Watson.Ah Lang reminded Gu Yan when he was prescribing the medicine, and Watson rushed to the opposite door at that time, and watched the whole process of extorting a confession.

"He seems to be injured a little bit, I mean the driver." Watson chatted pretending to be natural.

Gu Yan made a gesture of shooting: "Oh, yes, in self-defense. You know, Sherlock was pointed at by a gun at that time. Moreover, these wounds are very shallow."

"Yeah, I'm a doctor, and I can see that. Besides, he's not a nice guy."

"To put it bluntly, he is a terrible driver."

Watson seemed to be remembering something, and suddenly smiled a bit: "Yes, scum. You don't know, when Sherlock and I followed him, he took us a long way around."

"Oh, Watson, I didn't expect you to be such a person. Haha, this is a crime scene." Gu Yan finished drinking the friendly hot cocoa provided by Donovan in the cup, crumpled the paper cup, and tried to make a beautiful one. shoot.

A black car was parked outside the field, and a man in a suit and leather shoes got off, this time wearing a traditional red tie with blue stripes and a standard black cane.

"It's him, the person I mentioned to you the other day." Watson suddenly tensed up, his nervous and cute look a bit like a bulldog.

"I knew it was him." Sherlock jumped over the two and stood in the front.

The tone of the man in the suit is a typical British politician, with casual and hypocritical friendliness: "Helping the police solve new cases again, how enthusiastic about public welfare."

"What are you doing here?" Sherlock didn't feel uneasy about meeting his old enemy, but rather disliked him more.

"Just as always, I care about you." The man rubbed the knuckles of his left hand with his right hand, and looked at Gu Yan leisurely, "I forgot to congratulate you, my brother, I haven't seen you for a few months, and I have an extra girlfriend. It's really impressive It's unbelievable that there are still people in this world who can stand your boring EQ."

"It took three months to realize that your subordinates, Mike, are really inferior to each other."

"Excuse me for interrupting, brother?" Watson on the side caught a certain point, "He is Sherlock's brother, not the leader of some criminal organization."

"It's still my real brother." Gu Yan whispered to Watson about science.The two try to minimize their presence and avoid embroiling themselves in a dire family feud.

Mycroft was not annoyed, but gave Xiali a subtle look to understand: "Don't blame them, it's been three months, and I haven't found you buying family planning products. Who would have thought. Xiali, are you afraid of 'sex'? .”

"Scared? Are you kidding? It's just normal physiological hyperemia. There's nothing to scare me." Sherlock looked like a proud cat at this time, hanging his eyes and loathing his lonely brother, "It's you, Mike, you must have told your mother the news, didn’t she urge you to find one quickly? Aha, I think our enlightened mother even told you, don’t worry, you can bring your boyfriend back, they don’t mind.”

"Remember to go home and have a meal. Mother wants to meet you." Mycroft pondered for a moment and gave up confronting his younger brother, conveying the invitation from his parents.

Although Gu Yan's information is a bit suspicious, he likes to see that it can become the fetters of Sherlock's humanity.

On the other hand, her existence will also become Xiali's weakness. Will her injury and disappearance make Sherlock lose control in the future.

Blocking them directly will only increase their rebellious emotions, whether it is necessary to slowly wear down their feelings.

Mycroft believed in his ability to recognize people, but he didn't dare to take any chances with Sherlock.

Sherlock embraced Gu Wei, and greeted Watson into Mycroft's black car: "It's really annoying, I get it. 221B Baker Street, thank you."

As Mycroft got into the car, the car sank slightly to the left.

"Mike, you've put on another three pounds. Fat, single, working overtime. Are you trying to see God early?"

"In fact, I lost weight. Muscle is denser than fat."

"Avoiding the latter two disasters, you are avoiding the problem. Look at your poor hairline, I don't know who gave you this set of genes in the family. Heh, it seems that you are very patriotic."

"Here, you can get out of the car, my little brother. I wish you a happy night." Mycroft sneered with a gloomy face, and drove a group of people out of the car.

Headache to sign documents, headache brother.

"I want to eat fried dumplings."

"Take it easy, Charlie, Mrs. Hudson should be asleep."

"Can I have another copy?"

"Hey, did you two do it on purpose?"

The shadows of the three disappeared bustlingly behind the wooden door.The warm yellow lights in the living room turned on three seconds later.

Mycroft leaned against the back of the chair and closed his eyes for a nap, just listening to the sound getting smaller and disappearing in his ears.

"Let's go back to the office."

The author has something to say:

Mycroft: Annoying.want to beat mandarin duck

Mrs. Holmes in the Old House: Married, Married, Married

I didn't expect so many words.But it's another plot that I don't want to split into two chapters, so you guys will be double-changing.

#Pretend this week double update#

It's so annoying to start struggling with new cases again.Personally, I prefer the episode of the smuggling gang Black Lotus in terms of the fun of the case. The episode of Reichenbach Falls is also very important for Sherlock's character creation, and the original one is more mobile.