[Comprehensive British and American] The male god takes home

Sherlock and John were analyzing the information behind the sneakers—it was a child with big feet who loved sneakers, but died unexpectedly when he was a teenager.

Sherlock finally took his eyes off the microscope and sighed, "Oh, God. Karl Powers."

"Sorry, who is that?"

"That was my first case." Sherlock looked into the distance, and retrieved the long-standing case file from the memory palace, "In 1989, a boy came from Brighton to participate in the championship. Died in the pool. Surely you don't remember."

"Yes, you remembered it. Are there any doubts?" Watson praised Shunmao for his proficiency in business.

Sherlock danced a little: "No one noticed, except me. I was also a child at the time, and I saw it in the newspaper. Something is wrong, and it always lingers in my mind."

"What is it?" Watson asked cooperatively.

"shoe."

"What happened to the shoes?"

"No shoes were found at the scene. I tried to tell the police, but everyone thought it was insignificant. He left all the clothes in the locker, but there were no shoes." Sherlock patted the old running shoes in his arms, "Now We found it."

"Give me some of your thoughts, huh?" Sherlock squeezed his girlfriend's hand, somewhat dissatisfied with her non-participation this time.

Gu Yan, who was tossed so late that he didn't sleep until early this morning, glared at the instigator angrily, took a big sip of coffee, and calmly used the special computer software he wrote to look up information: "Is it possible that Bomber is The sneakers of the murderer of that year have been carefully preserved for many years, and they should have been taken away as a souvenir.

Just like a serial killer, he always likes to take something away or take pictures, so that he can recall the excitement and trembling of that moment later.

He said the game started, so it's going to be a series of cases.The first case is always special, and the subsequent cases will gradually explore personal preferences, or be used to express a certain idea.Therefore, if we dig deeper into the identity and interpersonal relationship of the first victim, Carl, it is very likely that we can find a connection with the murderer. "

"How long will it take?" Sherlock glanced at his watch and calculated the remaining time given by Bomber.

"Three 10 minutes. I also need to cross-contrast the visitor records in your blog. The murderer of 'Pink Research' said that he is your fan, so he will definitely observe you, but he is reserved and silent. "

Watson extracted the key information and found something was wrong: "Wait, what do you mean. Sherlock, you have already solved the puzzle?"

"Obviously. Three-star difficulty."

"Then why didn't you post it on your blog." Watson had a scowling look on his face. "An innocent person is dying with explosives."

"There are people dying in the hospital all the time. And it's 50 minutes from the time the killer gave us, enough."

Watson looked at Gu Yan, who also checked the information as a matter of course, and felt that everything in front of him seemed ridiculous: "Who can guarantee the credibility of the murderer! This is not a game, Sherlock."

Sherlock's voice was still calm, and he analyzed their current situation in an orderly manner: "He is very smart, we must be one step ahead of him to catch him."

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A group of three returned to Baker Street.

Gu Yan happily took the simple pasta that Watson went to the kitchen to make, and sent the list of suspects after the comparison to Sherlock's mailbox. Under the doctor's gaze, they obediently ate lunch on time.

"I won't follow up on the investigation in the afternoon. A client has made an appointment for cultural relic maintenance." Gu Yan hugged the sesame paste to his lap and massaged it, preventing it from prying eyes on the tuna crumbs on the dinner plate.

Poor Watson was flanked by the two cases of Bomber and Mycroft defense plan leak, like a frightened bird, his brain throbbing: "In such an urgent time? Can't you postpone it? The two of you Personally, it must be more efficient."

Gu Yan poked a chocolate ball into his mouth, the slightly bitter chocolate powder was the first to hit the taste buds, and the melting point of the interior was lower than that of the outer shell, bringing a silky liquid feeling: "The second case you just sent? The first one is easy, it doesn’t even reach three stars, Xiali alone is enough. Besides, there is you. You are an excellent partner, John.”

After enjoying the dessert, Gu Yan picked up a brown paper bag from the coffee table that Mrs. Hudson helped to sign for, put on his gloves and took out the document on the facade - a musical score from the 18th century.With his hands in the air, he imitated the piano keys and practiced the movement on the score.The special ability allows her to hear the classical, gorgeous and emotional symphony from the score when she is close to the score.

Sherlock looked at his girlfriend who seemed to be listening while playing: "Do you like it?"

Even though it could be easily deduced, he still asked.

"Salieri's Venetian Symphony in D major. Perfect."

What time is this!

John felt that the money that Mycroft gave himself every month might not be used to see a psychiatrist and buy Baoxin pills.

"Excuse me, Salieri?" But people have uncontrollable curiosity :)

"An Italian composer in the [-]th century, teacher of Beethoven, Schubert, and Liszt. Shylock recently collected the original manuscript for me." Gu Yan tilted his head and smiled very proudly, and wrote on his face that my boyfriend is so handsome, Isn't it super amazing, to buy such a famous antique.

The good old Watson died again because of the combination of Gu Yan'er's bad and beautiful smile and Sherlock's professional smirk.While complaining that he doesn't have a girlfriend yet, his childcare skills are forced to be full, don't bully single men and so on; on the other hand, he reminds Sherlock Lestrade that he found the address of the vehicle prompted in the second round of the game, and tells them to go there quickly.

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There was a short horn sound at the door, and Gu Yan opened the door with a small bag.Moriarty stood gentlemanly by the door of an eye-catching lemon yellow classic car, opened the door, and after Gu Yan sat down firmly, handed him a pale yellow rose tied with a sapphire blue ribbon.There is no common in-vehicle scent in the car, only a little sweetness of citrus mixed with the bitterness of grapefruit peel.

Everything is just right.

Gu Yan has always admired beauties.

Moriarty was always able to match his own clothes, perfume, luxury cars, gifts, and the colors, patterns, and scents of various items in an exquisite and harmonious manner.

Everything is perfectly designed.

Of course, Gu Yan's favorite thing is that he likes to wear all kinds of bright colors, fancy patterns, and delicate and flamboyant clothes.

Bewitching, seductive, charming, full of hormonal artistic beauty.

The car stopped at the door of an eight-story apartment building, and Gu Yan habitually observed the surrounding terrain, calculating various blasting, ambush locations, and escape routes.

"Are you nervous?" Moriarty was such a perceptive person, he immediately spoke as if concerned.

"It's unbelievable that you actually collected Nerfertiti's snake-shaped ring and emerald necklace." Gu Yan endured the mad screaming and roaring of the Egyptian prince in his ears, and told part of the truth, "She is so charming."

"Ahhhhhhhhh, my goddess! Gu Yantan, she is Nerfertit, the first wife of Icarnaten. A beautiful and wise beauty from ancient Egypt."

"Female politician, super powerful! I'm going to die, what should I say when we meet for the first time."

"I just did the essential oil treatment yesterday. The appearance is OK, the smell is OK, and the luster is OK. Am I too young and not stable enough? Gu Yantan, I'm so nervous."

[Which Pharaoh's heartless son is this.

Why can't I think about taking him out.Is it because A Lang is not handsome enough, or Guanyin is not stable enough. ]

【Eighth floor apartment, study】

Gu Yan stood in front of the desk, looking at the messy study room, which was very similar to Sherlock's living room.Various papers, experimental data tables, open art history, chemical structure of explosives, reaction calculations, structural perspective diagrams of lock cylinders, randomly appear on small round tables, cabinets, computer keyboards, and sofas.

Moriarty was very familiar with it, smoothly crossing various obstacles and walking into the code storage room inside.

Gu Yan raised his voice and asked: "You have a lot of books in the bookcase, can I pick a philosophy book to read?"

"Of course, casually."

Gu Yan took out a medium-thick book, the book looked a little old, a typical introductory book on philosophy.Turning to the front, it turned out to be a college textbook.Gu Yan happily turned the first page with the secret excitement of watching a schoolmaster's childhood, but froze on the spot.

James Moriarty

The title page is signed with a name with arrogant and gorgeous handwriting, full of young people's taste of showing off their skills.

This name is not unfamiliar, she and Sherlock asked the murderer of the pink research case to find out the name.

The name James is too common, and Gu Yan never asked Jin's surname.But there was no big surprise. Gu Yan remembered Jin's unusual knowledge reserve and the occasional madness in his eyes.

Lowering his head, Gu Yan half-closed his eyelids, laughed a few times nervously, and his mind was clearer than ever before.

She seems to have always attracted the attention of this kind of person, huh?

The author has something to say:

This is the last case. I'm sorry for my bad taste if I don't make a fuss.

Accidentally sent it before finishing typing