[comprehensive] billions of sweethearts

In the photo, the man lying on the grass was wearing a decent suit, with dark red blood drying on half of his hands.The eyes full of horror and resentment were particularly ferocious.

"Wow." Sherlock let out a short sigh.Then he closed his eyes, leaned the violin on his shoulder, and the strings trembled and produced beautiful syllables.His feet drew semicircular arcs in the air, and his expression was comfortable and relaxed, as if he had already immersed himself in the world of music.

"Sherlock!" Lestrade said emphatically.He rested his forehead wearily, and the dark circles under his eyes were almost spreading to his cheeks. "Listen, seven people have died. We must find out the real culprit as soon as possible, otherwise more people will die."

"Hey, you interrupted me." Sherlock gave Lestrade a dissatisfied look, and said impatiently, "I'm busy and don't have time to take care of you. Let your group of extremely smart agents Let's deal with it."

Lestrade spread his hands in compromise, "Okay, tell me, Sherlock, what do you need to do to help me?"

Sherlock played another piece of music as if enjoying himself, then slowly put down the violin, picked up a tissue to wipe his fingers, and said casually: "If you must let me go... I will use my own forensic doctor. It must be handed over to me, without any concealment. There is also the interrogation of suspects and witnesses, and I also want to participate. Not hiding outside and watching secretly, but entering the interrogation room. I want to see their expressions and actions for myself. "

Lestrade wanted to refute, but after seeing Sherlock's determined (indeterminate) expression, he could only nod weakly, "Okay, I promise you everything. Can we go?"

"Hmm." Sherlock responded irresistibly, raising his chin toward the door, "You go first, we'll take a taxi there."

"The police car is just outside..." Lestrade pointed to the Hummer police car outside angrily, which he drove here specially to pick up Sherlock.But looking at Sherlock's smirk, he still waved his hands helplessly, "Forget it, whatever you like, as long as you like it. I'll wait for you at the first crime scene."

After finishing speaking, the exhausted inspector waved at Watson who came out with black tea, and walked out slowly.

Watson stared blankly at Sherlock, and asked suspiciously, "You are willing to take on a simple case?" Is it really too busy to panic?

Sherlock, who was sitting there calmly just now, jumped up suddenly, pulled up the windbreaker and put it on, and while he was in a hurry to put on the scarf, he said, "John, although Scotland Yard is full of goldfish, it will take them half a month. It is definitely not easy to investigate a case without any clues. Besides, the victim who appeared in the suburbs, except for the briefcase, has everything else. How interesting."

You're the one who keeps saying Scotland Yard is stupid.Watson rolled his eyes helplessly, and was about to drink coffee when Sherlock grabbed his wrist.Sherlock's eyes glowed fresh green with excitement, and he urged, "Quick, John, don't waste time. I can't wait to enjoy thinking."

"Wait, Sherlock, my cup."

Watson was dragged forward, and he reached out with great effort to put the cup on the table.But one failed, the cup fell on the carpet, and the steaming black tea stained the carpet red.Watson covered his face in embarrassment, praying in his heart that Mrs. Hudson would not scold him severely.Then he followed Sherlock and quickly ran into the taxi.

After getting in the car, Sherlock used to turn on his phone.

According to Wikipedia, a taxi explosion occurred in the middle of Vic Avenue two months ago. The driver was seriously injured and the only passenger died on the spot. The circumstances of the explosion are unknown.

Watson leaned over to look at it for a while, and asked suspiciously: "I remember this explosion/explosion. But isn't this an accident? The brakes failed, and the explosion/explosion was caused by hitting the railing?"

"John, look here." Sherlock pointed to the black railing and the completely burnt wreckage of the vehicle in the picture, "If it was just an ordinary explosion/explosion, how could the car be destroyed so completely. And this railing, look, It must have gone through a second shock."

"You mean, there were two explosions." Watson suddenly understood, "Is there also a bomb in the taxi?"

"We need to go and have a look."

Sherlock looked at the messy roadside in admiration.He quickly put on his gloves and gloves, crossed the seal, walked to the wreckage of the car, and took a magnifying glass to carefully observe the almost ashes of the driver's seat. The pistol/gun under the seat was melted by the high temperature, leaving only a puddle of molten iron.There are still traces of a burning human figure under the back seat, and the shape of an adult woman of medium build curled up can be vaguely seen.

"Bullet/hole?!"

Sherlock leaned over immediately.The depression on the car wall was filled with molten iron, and there was still a little fishy smell.

Lestrade wandered around anxiously, seeing Sherlock stepping back slightly, he immediately asked, "Sherlock, do you see anything?"

"Yes! You sprayed mint perfume on your collar, wore cuff buttons of the same color as your shirt, and your tie was neatly pulled back. You still have fried rice on your teeth, not fast food. It seems that the cold war between you and your wife has ended At the end, she prepared everything for you very carefully, and gave you an encouraging kiss before going to work." Sherlock spoke a long paragraph quickly, and then spread his hands impatiently: "Don't rush me, your voice will interrupt my train of thought."

Lestrade, who had signed the mourning/right/humiliating/national unequal treaty/treaty, silently swallowed his dissatisfaction, and walked away obediently.In the end, he still couldn't help but look back at Sherlock. Just as he was about to ask, he heard the arrogant little bastard shout.

"If you're asking how I know your wife kissed you. Please take out the mirror and look at your neck. There are still lipstick marks on it. And, Watson, come here!"

Lestrade: "..."

Being stared at by the inspector full of grievance and resentment, Watson, who was extremely embarrassed, quickly ran to Sherlock's side. After avoiding the real sight, he let out a long sigh of relief and complained: "Sherlock , can you be more friendly." Otherwise, I am the one who is unlucky!

"Okay, stop talking about those boring things. Come and have a look, this hair."

Watson watched as Sherlock pulled a strand of hair, still intact, from the gap under the seat.He took Sherlock's magnifying glass and took a closer look, "It's very resilient and full of color. It should be between 15 and 25 years old."

"OK, I've got it."

Sherlock stood up and walked slowly to Lestrade.Under his expectant gaze, he smiled mockingly, "Grad, I want to see that survivor."

"It's Lestrade." Lestrade retorted habitually, "Oh, that driver is now..."

"No, I'm talking about another female survivor." Sherlock stuffed the glove into Lestrade's pocket, "Are you trying to deceive me. Please, look at the traces in the car. It clearly says Then, there was an underage female college student who discovered the driver's attempt and fought him. This woman was also shot/shot, and she jumped out of the car with the driver who had been knocked out. I think she must have thought The dead victim could have jumped out of the car, but she was wrong. Not every well-dressed professional woman has courage, and this one is just a coward."

Sherlock shouted dissatisfied: "I said, I want all the information. Why didn't you tell me that the woman who jumped off the car with the driver is still alive? Oh, you didn't even tell me that there is such a person!"

Thinking of the pot of delicate roses that brought back his wife's heart and the lifeless girl covered in blood that day, Lestrade felt a little uncomfortable.He frowned, and rejected Sherlock's request, "Sherlock, I'm sorry, I can't do this."

"Well, I also refuse to continue helping you."

"Sherlock!"

Seeing Sherlock, who turned a deaf ear and walked to the side of the road to stop the car, Lestrade felt a dull pain in his stomach.He glanced at Watson, who looked at the sky and the earth but didn't look at him, and finally lowered his shoulders in compromise. :

"Sherlock, I don't know where she is. I can only tell you that she was taken away by Mycroft."

He also wanted to ask about the situation at that time, but McCoff completely ignored him.What can he do, he is also very desperate...

Sherlock raised his eyebrows and smiled mockingly: "Mycroft actually likes this type?" A minor? !

"John, do I want to bless my elder brother who finally ushered in spring?"

Watson shook his head helplessly.Listening to this affirmative tone, it is simply to make trouble!

Lestrade thought of the gentle look in Mycroft's eyes at that time, and felt a little terrified.If Sherlock had said a few casual words in the past and made that girl blacklist Holmes completely, wouldn't Mycroft retaliate severely against him?

Although he was worried, Lestrade followed Sherlock firmly, and walked into the hospital where Mycroft was hiding.

in the ward.

The itching of the wound was so uncomfortable that Ellie kept moving her body, and finally couldn't help reaching out to grab it.

Mycroft took her wrist and pressed it against her leg.His eyes were still fixed on the screen, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was creepy.

"Mycroft," Ellie called softly.The voice of prayer is soft and delicate, like a rose soaked in water, even more alluring.She moved her wrist, rubbed her fingertips on Mycroft's palm intentionally, and a sly smile appeared in her eyes.

Mycroft looked up at the restless girl, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes. "The doctor said that if you don't scratch, it will leave scars."

"But it's really itchy. I just scratched it lightly, and it won't leave a scar."

Ellie whimpered and twisted.She blinked cutely, her eyelashes trembling slightly like a small fan.She puffed her cheeks, taking advantage of her young age to the extreme, and swayed Mycroft's hand delicately and softly.

"where?"

"It's here."

Ellie immediately brought her face closer to McCoff's eyes, and pointed to the scar on her left face.The look of anticipation made those eyes glow with a beautiful water color, and the pupils were slightly rippling with joy.Like a cat lying on its lap and looking up to show its cuteness, it is so cute that it makes one's heart soften.

Mycroft blew towards the point Ellie pointed at, "My mother said, blowing on it won't hurt or itch."

The warm breath blows on the delicate skin.Ellie's cheeks flushed instantly.She could almost feel the numbness of Mycroft's lips rubbing against her skin!

Sherlock: "Tsk." As if we're not the same mother.I've never heard anything like that.

The author has something to say: I also want Mike to blow up QAQ

Xia Miao finally came out, I couldn't bear to let him in to spoil the atmosphere_(:зゝ∠)_

Thank you for the mines of the empty baby, okay Q3Q

Thank you Kui, Kong, Chujian, Potted Plants under the Window, and Qinglian for their nutrient solution, rubbing their cute faces QvQ