[Comprehensive Yingmei] I have special skills to solve crimes

Within one day, Xi Ya tasted the evil results of "taking it for granted" twice in a row.

"Take it for granted" that the Duke of William and the Duke of Berkeley are not the same person, "take it for granted" that her luck will not be worse than living next door to Sherlock...

Sadly, the two "take it for granted" are all "of course".

Given that life is in danger anytime and anywhere, and it is very likely that we will not see the sun tomorrow, Xi Ya maliciously speculates that the reason why Gao Han rented 223B is to take advantage of Sherlock's own death physique and kill innocent people.

Therefore, she especially wanted to call Lin Se and say, "Daddy, hurry up and get a divorce. If you don't leave again, your daughter will be cheated to death by her stepmother!"

Inside, she was rushing past like ten thousand heads and two heads, but on her face, Xi Ya still maintained a ladylike expression with a slight smile.

"Dear Mr. Holmes, if you have a certain understanding of Chinese, you should know that we in Greater China don't need such cloying adjectives, only the country next door with a drop of blood dripping on a handkerchief likes it."

He doesn't even want to call the country's name, and it seems that he has deep resentment.

Black coat—white sweater—dust on Martin boots—hair washed last night—frizzy hair that hasn’t been cared for—skin dehydrated…

Sherlock calmly withdrew his scrutiny from Shea, and took a brief look at William's mobile phone on the plane. An hour later, she was in better condition, otherwise she wouldn't be in the mood to go around with him.

After Xia finished speaking, she dragged her suitcase and entered the door, "Excuse me, is the landlord here?"

Mrs. Haywood, a married woman in her late 60s, came out of the kitchen when she heard a voice: "Oh, you are Shia Gao said. Come, come, your room is on the second floor, here is the key. I am still in Bake cookies, Sherlock and take Shia up."

Mrs. Heywood handed the key to Sherlock, and went into the kitchen again without any surprise, leaving the reluctant Shia and the indifferent Sherlock staring at each other.

Mrs. Hudson was lying on the door secretly, looking at her, she felt that there must be something tricky between the two of you, otherwise, with Sherlock's distasteful character, how could any girl be willing to get along with him "peacefully" Woolen cloth?

She thought for a while, poked her elbow back, and asked in a low voice, "John, who is that girl, is that the relationship with Sherlock?"

that relationship?Watson was in a daze for a moment, and soon understood.

Older people have a common problem: they always like to match the single men and women around them.Mrs. Hudson is, and so is Mrs. Haywood, who is close to her. So when Mrs. Haywood heard that the renter was a beautiful girl of 18 years old, she immediately cleaned up the room that she had decided not to rent out.

Watson pretended to be ignorant of the intentions of the two landlady's wives, and was very calm, but in fact he wentssiped: "Looking at her young age, she is the FBI of the United States, and she is very powerful."

"Hey, FBI!"

Mrs. Hudson opened her mouth wide in surprise, and turned her head to find that the two who had just stood at the stairs and stared at each other had gone upstairs in the morning.

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Heywood hurried out of the kitchen which was said to be busy baking cookies.

The two old ladies leaned closer, urging Watson to reveal the news: "Tell me, tell me, how did the two get together, and why did the girls stay away from doing the FBI and go all the way from here?" The United States came to the United Kingdom, is it because Sherlock has done something that I am sorry for others?"

With so many pitfalls, Watson didn't know which one to complain about so as not to miss the point.

Mrs. Hudson urged again, and Watson told how Sherlock in China and Shea in the United States met through a small camera and a serial murder case not long ago, and the ins and outs of the competition between the two. clearly.

Watson is Sherlock's assistant. He not only helps a lot in medicine, but also likes to describe all the cases that Sherlock has solved in his spare time and publish them on his blog.

It can be said that it was Watson who let the world know about the super otaku Sherlock Holmes.

Once such Watson wanted to describe the story affectionately, the two old ladies were immediately taken aback.

Mrs. Heywood: "Oh, so that girl is so powerful."

Mrs. Hudson: "Ah, I'd like to see Sherlock deflated."

As soon as I opened the window to ventilate, two sentences floated in with the cool wind.

Shea pushed the other door open without changing her expression, put the bag she had been carrying on the sofa, took out the important mobile phone, tablet, and digital board from it, and put them one by one on the clean desk.

Mrs. Heywood cleaned the room very carefully, not only did not leave a speck of dust, but also decorated the whole house with plain blue flowers.

Wallpaper, tablecloth, sofa cover, carpet, the room looks simple and clean, very suitable for women.

Shia is very satisfied with the new house, if only Sherlock's house next door is not.

Apparently, Sherlock felt the resentment of his new friend. However, other people's resentment has nothing to do with him?

Sherlock, who has never cared about other people's emotional problems, sat on the soft single sofa unceremoniously, raised his legs, and started the long-awaited analysis: "Why, leaving your beloved father, so reluctant?"

"Ok?"

"You look tired, not only because you haven't had a good rest for many days, you have traveled a long distance, and you have been tossing and turning, which has caused you to be in a hurry and have no time to pack yourself or polish your boots. Returning from Seattle to New York, your suitcase It was never opened, and it was dragged back to London. You could fly non-stop from Seattle to London, and the reason you came back to New York on the way was because you wanted to meet an important person."

"..."

"The laundry detergent on your sweater smells like lavender, but your coat smells very faintly of mint. That's not your favorite smell. You don't have time to clean your boots, but you find time to do it for someone else, dusty. The boots still smell of new shoe polish, not the last time you polished them. You are an only child, no brother, no boyfriend, and the important person is your father."

Shia raised her eyebrows. As expected of Sherlock Holmes, she guessed all of them correctly within 5 minutes of meeting.

Sherlock, who guessed right, didn't have a trace of joy, as if everything he said and did was nothing more than breathing to him.

"Since I saw you, within 5 minutes, you reached into your coat pocket and touched your phone three times. After opening the bag, you first checked the phone for new text messages and calls. You were waiting for your father's call."

Shia smiled.

Sherlock was about to dissect her from the inside to the outside, she was not angry, but picked up the phone and shook the black screen with great interest, "Then guess why I didn't take the initiative to call my father who is so important to me, Instead, wait for him to call."

Sherlock looked away boredly: "Your father is the FBI."

Judging from the high crime rate in New York, the FBI is chasing criminals every day, and the possibility of answering the phone anytime and anywhere is almost zero. This is the main reason why Shia hardly calls Linser.

Another reason is that as soon as the mobile phone was turned on, she sent a text message to report her safety.

Therefore, Xia is now waiting for Linser's call, not for other reasons, "There have been several serial murders in New York recently. Does the famous Mr. Holmes know who the culprit is?"

Detective Sherlock lay back: "Not interested."

"Too."

Shea shrugged helplessly. Cases that she could easily solve did not attract Sherlock's attention. "So, what about Murder on the Orient Express?"

Throwing bricks to attract jade.

Taking a completely unremarkable case as a foreshadowing, it leads to another decades-old mystery that no one has solved so far.

Sherlock was a little interested, and looked over with a half crooked posture: "Are you interested?"

"I said I'm not interested..." Do you believe it?

"Do not believe!"

Before finishing the rest of the sentence, Sherlock turned his head in disgust.

"Ah--"

Xi Ya picked up the tablet and checked the information she asked Garcia and Dai Xiaojie to help search.

A large part of the content found by the two top hackers overlaps, but each has its own characteristics:

Garcia, who is in the BAU, usually pays more attention to the details that are easy to reflect the psychological level and changes in order to help his friends solve the case, such as why the layout of "Murder on the Orient Express" was changed many times, and why a version was discarded.

Dai Xiaojie, who has cooperated with Shea for many years and has a good understanding, likes to poach people's privacy as always. For example, the Duke of Berkeley did have an affair with the British princess, and the son born to the princess is very likely to be the Duke of Berkeley.

No matter which country's royal family disputes are all messed up, it is better than the Gongdou novel recommended by a certain green XX website homepage.

Xi Ya watched it with great relish, and felt that it was time to pack walnut-flavored melon seeds and a cup of hot wheat-flavored milk tea.

It's a pity that she could sit quietly and watch the drama on paper, and Sherlock, who was ignored on the other side, was not very happy.

"Xia, Lin Xiya!"

"Ok?"

"See the one from 1979?"

"No."

"..."

"Send it away."

Sherlock really wanted to know William's expression when he knew that the collector's edition he sent was given away by Shia, so he took out his mobile phone without thinking, and sent it blindly.

Over there in seconds: The second book, don't talk about it!

Sherlock, who used "Murder on the Orient Express" in 1979, which countless people begged their parents to tell their grandmas, was still missing, shrugged and replied: Another copy.

William: Die! ! !

In this regard, Sherlock said: "Berkeley Manor, how about the second time?"

And Sherlock Holmes than solve the case?

Shea had a cold face, "Sorry, I'm not interested."

Sherlock: "..."

"Well, if there is a relatively generous reward, you can consider it."

Sherlock, who has never worried about money, sells his brother without hesitation in pursuit of excitement: "Ask Mycroft!"

Shea suddenly remembered something: Sherlock Holmes has an older brother, Mycroft Holmes, who works for the British government, and this older brother is delighted to hear and see things differently!often!pet!younger brother!younger brother!

"My dear Mr. Holmes, if I win, can you-"

The author has something to say: Shea: "Dear Mr. Holmes, if I win, will you marry me?"

Sherlock: Yes!

Edward: Me too!

Rhett: Can't I marry you?

Linse: Didn't Shea say when she was a child that she wanted to marry her father?