[Zhongyingmei] The last string

The familiar voice, the fast speaking speed, and the irony mixed in the tone.

Even if Viola didn't look back, she knew who it was. She twitched the corners of her mouth, smiled awkwardly at the Hutt couple and Macy who were stunned in front of her, and turned around.

The person standing not far behind her was wearing a long windbreaker, his hair was curly and looked messy, and his lips were tightly pressed, as if he was about to speak out in the next second.

Viola took a deep breath, trying not to look too surprised.

"Sherlock, why are you here?"

Shouldn't the consulting detective be harassing John and Mrs Hudson's ears every day at 221B Baker Street, while taking it upon himself to piss off Inspector Lestrade at Scotland Yard?

Well, maybe she shouldn't be biased.

After all, she was the one who was about to be tortured.

Sherlock directly ignored Viola's question, walked over her to the Hutts and Macy, and pointed to two of the women.

"You, and you," he said, "you must know each other."

Mrs. Hutt reacted, her face was a little ugly, and she said in a bad tone: "Who are you, I said I don't know her at all."

"The moment you saw her, your expression was a little hesitant, and then your eyes widened slightly, which means you are very surprised," Sherlock's extremely fast British accent almost made the three pure Americans faint. "Then you lowered your head subconsciously, unwilling to meet her eyes."

"Let me ask, if you don't know why you lower your head, is there something on the ground that attracts you?" He still didn't forget to sneer after asking the question.

"And you," he pointed at Macy who was standing aside, "you are better than her, you recognized who she was at the first sight, and opened your mouth unconsciously, you were as surprised as she was."

"When she said she didn't know you, your expression froze for two seconds, which meant you didn't understand why she didn't recognize you."

"But you are cowardly, so you followed what she said."

Macy's already haggard face paled even more because of Sherlock's words.

Sherlock was not polite at all, raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh! Looks like I was right."

Compared to Macy's silence, Mrs. Hutt next to her was much more intense.

"Nonsense, who do you think you are? You can see what we mean by looking at our expressions?" Mrs. Hutt raised her eyebrows, and her voice was an octave higher than before, making everyone else in the police station All eyes were attracted.

All of a sudden, except for her shrill defense, the other voices gradually faded away.

"You raised your voice to hide your lack of confidence, but you didn't dare to look me in the eye," Sherlock sneered. "By the way, your husband's arm was about to be wrenched off by you."

Mrs. Hutt froze for a moment, and turned her head to find that her husband's expression was a little distorted because she pinched his arm too hard.

She quickly let go of her hand.

"Only this goldfish detective can't see this kind of thing. It's really pitiful."

A certain goldfish detective showed an extremely gentle smile to Sherlock, and there was some gnashing of teeth in his voice: "Thank you so much."

"What? Are you already here and can't understand my sarcasm?" Sherlock exclaimed loudly, looking at Viola in disbelief.

"very pitiful."

Viola didn't want to deal with the consulting detective for the time being, she had to appease the emotions of the families of the three victims first.

Whether Sherlock was right or not, this was not the time to provoke them.

Even though Viola's heart is almost the same as what Sherlock thinks, her identity cannot allow her to be the same as Sherlock.

"I'm sorry, he is not one of us, and he spoke a little aggressively," she said with an apologetic expression, "I think you are all tired, I'll ask someone to take you to the hotel."

As she spoke, she yelled at ** who had been watching for a long time not far away, and ** immediately walked over.

Viola turned to Macy again, and persuaded softly: "Mrs. Gallup, you have been here for three days, go back and have a rest, and I will notify you as soon as there is news."

Macy stared at her blankly, seemed startled by Sherlock's words, and nodded slowly.

The female detective breathed a sigh of relief. If this continues, this frail middle-aged woman will definitely not be able to hold on.

** led the three of them away, and Viola finally had time to communicate with a certain detective.

"So, why did you come here? Where's John?" Viola rarely asked angrily.

Sherlock pursed his lips and replied, "He's too slow!"

"What?" Viola was confused.

"...he went to visit a friend," the detective finally explained stiffly, "so I've come to visit you."

Viola had nothing to say, she was too lazy to expose the detective's true thoughts.

"Is Scotland Yard peaceful lately?" The detective didn't answer her as soon as she asked the question.

Good, she guessed right.

"How do you know I'm here?" This is actually what Viola is most confused about. It should be said that they will go to Washington to find him.

"Goldfish head." Sherlock shut up again, obviously too lazy to explain.

Viola felt that if she hadn't cultivated her energy well, she might have quarreled with the person in front of her.

She chose to stare at the person in front of her.

After a few minutes, Sherlock spoke, softly and quickly: "Stupid, TV."

With just these two words, Viola automatically ignored the first word, and understood how he knew she was here from the latter word.

She dealt with a wave of media this morning, and it was probably reported tonight.

"Please, things like just now, well, just say it in front of me." Viola tried to persuade.

Unexpectedly, Sherlock was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"By the way, did you tell John when you came out?" She suddenly thought of this question, she didn't think the detective would seriously report his whereabouts with his assistant.

Sherlock raised an eyebrow: "Of course, I left a note."

Viola had no choice but to say that without telling John in advance.

She was about to call John to talk to her, but the voice of her boss came from behind her.

"Viola? What's going on?" Hotch's voice was a bit puzzled.

She turned her head and smiled softly: "You're back? How's Antonia's fiance?"

"As usual," Hotch said with a headache, "he was so drunk and couldn't think of any news."

"You're actually having an office romance?" Sherlock's abrupt voice interjected between the two, his expression full of disbelief.

Hotch frowned, and asked in a calm tone, "Who are you?"

"This is Scotland Yard's Consulting Detective—Sherloes," she introduced helplessly, "he is my friend in England."

Why do I say it is, because Viola herself doesn't know whether this proud consulting detective regards her as a friend.

She thought, in Sherlock's eyes, John Watson was probably the only one who could really be called a friend.

Hotch asked Viola with his eyes if she had told him about their relationship before.

Unexpectedly, Sherlock interrupted again after the eye contact.

"She didn't tell me, the aura between the two of you is really too obvious," Sherlock said, "I'm not blind."

The innocent Hotch was stunned by the sudden taunt.

"You're with the boss, is your team okay?" This time Sherlock finally knew to keep his voice down.

But Hotch, who was so close, could of course hear it.

Viola gently pulled the boss's hand, motioning him not to speak.

"If you cared so much about my love life, I'd think you were interested in me," Viola fought back, crossing her chest, knowing that Sherlock couldn't stand people saying that, "Is that so?"

"Are you kidding me?" Sherlock raised his voice again, his voice full of dissatisfaction.

Before he could start to mock, Viola immediately interrupted his next words: "Don't tell me, you came to me just to discuss my love life with me, right?"

Sherlock was not polite at all, and said bluntly, "Let me join your case."

The female detective felt a dull pain in her head.

"Sherlock..." she said helplessly, "this is not Scotland Yard, and I'm just a team member."

The implication is that I am not qualified to make this kind of decision.

That being said, Viola didn't object to Sherlock joining the case.

Although Sherlock's whereabouts are always erratic and his words are surprising, it is undeniable that his ability is top-notch.

The consulting detective naturally understood what Viola meant, so he narrowed his eyes and looked at Hotch who was aside.

He looked him up and down.

"You take this job as your pride, and you lost a lot of things, such as...marriage, because of handling the case."

"You have a rigorous style, protect people's weaknesses, and have a high degree of trust in your team members."

"You do value your girlfriend very much, but you have a clear distinction between public and private. If one day your girlfriend does something wrong, you must be selfless."

"Viola, that might be a good boss, but it wouldn't be a good partner."

Sherlock's words were extremely sharp, and even someone like Hotch who always had an expression on his face darkened a bit.

But Hotch won't contradict the detective because he's right.

He unconsciously looked at Viola beside him, but he didn't expect that the person mentioned didn't shake at all, and instead spoke to Sherlock angrily.

"I'm sorry to bother you," she looked genuinely annoyed, "I know what I'm doing."

Seeing that she was angry, Sherlock took a breather and turned to Hotch again.

"Am I eligible to join?"

The previous paragraph is just to participate in the case.

Although Hotch was attacked, he is a person with more reason than emotion. After careful consideration of the pros and cons, he made a decision.

"You can only act as an advisor to us in this case."

He basically agreed with this statement.

"You won't regret it." A cocky smirk crossed the detective's face.

The author has something to say: Sherloes, a professional householder who dares to hate people, dares to say anything

As a result, this chapter is written to hate people... (Wang Tian)

The following is a new article advertisement, if you like it, you little angels, please bookmark it TVT Thank you

The copy is as follows

As a clerk in a coffee shop on the streets of Quantico, Lily, who looks soft and cute, is a three-person girl.

It has horns, a tail, and money.

very rich.

Often rich.

rich.

money.

Yes, that's right, Lily is a money-making, stingy and gluttonous dragon.

The kind from the Western Fantasy World next door.

Lily: The color of your soul is so beautiful, like those magic crystals that humans have been collecting.

Reid:? ? ?

↑That's right, the little doctor in Xinwen is the male protagonist_(:з」∠)_It is different from the more serious subject matter of this article, Xinwen is a cookie

Because I also want to write super English hhh, so I added some unscientific elements to it.

Ruru, if you like it, please bookmark it (look at you pitifully)

Xinkeng pre-collection channel↓

computer go →

Mobile terminal go→

The APP seems to be unable to see the QAQ connected by the code. Click on my author's backstage to see the article!

By the way, that's the one, you guys... Bookmark the author, I'll know if QUQ opened the pit (hey

Characters in this chapter

The consulting detective of Sherloes Scotland Yard has a subtle personality, but his ability is far beyond ordinary people (from Sherlock)

John Watson consults the detective's assistant, the gentle ex-military doctor (from Sherlock)

Teresa Hutt Victim No. [-] in this case

Antonia Gallup's second victim in this case

Mother of Macy Gallup Victim No. [-]

Parents of Hutt's No. [-] Victim