[Comprehensive] Curly detective fancy strategy

Helen felt intuitively that Sherlock should not know that Rebecca came to her house again at night.

Otherwise, he would definitely accuse her endlessly and confidently.

Even Helen felt helpless and headache facing Sherlock like this.

Helen didn't go into the details of how Rebecca got in, she never wanted to think about it.

Especially for people whom she instinctively believed would not hurt her, Helen would not go into details.

It just seemed that Rebecca drank a lot of wine, and she was a little delirious.

"Rebecca, are you all right?"

Helen carefully sat down on the sofa not far from Rebecca, looked at her somewhat at a loss and asked worriedly.

Helen had never cared for a drunk before, so she didn't know what to do to make her feel better.

As if hearing Helen's voice, Rebecca smiled even sweeter.

"Sweetheart, I originally wanted to go drink with you, but after thinking about it, I'd better not scare a good baby like you."

"Today's girls' night, fuck off guys, assholes!"

Rebecca stood on the sofa in high spirits and yelled, Helen quickly stood up to protect her, for fear that she would fall.

Apparently, even though the ancestor was drunk, she was very skilled. She neatly buried herself in the sofa.

"Elia is a bastard, Nick is the bastard of bastards, Cole is also a little bastard, and the brothers are all big bastards!"

Rebecca's voice was sobbing, her face was covered by messy blond hair, and Helen couldn't see the expression on her face clearly, but she

Hearing the grievance murmured, people couldn't help feeling a pain in their hearts.

Don't know what happened, but obviously Rebecca was in a bad mood, and it must have something to do with her brothers.

Although every time Helen heard Rebecca muttering that they were full of bitterness, she could clearly feel Rebecca's deep affection and concern for them.

Helen took out a tissue and handed it to Rebecca. Rebecca sat up from the sofa, wiped her tears, and confided to Helen: "My eldest brother has been committing suicide, and my second brother is the head of the family. It is a model textbook, but he has a crush on a bitch for 500 years and dare not say it."

Rebecca didn't need Helen's response. She wept while drinking, and said with a bit of hatred in her voice: "Nick, my favorite brother, but he always hurts me."

"He's a control freak, my boyfriends, he always thinks other men are going to hurt me, every single one, he never let go!"

"My little brother Cole is even more of a jerk."

Rebecca couldn't cry, and finally fell on the table and cried loudly, as if she wanted to cry out all her grievances and sorrows these days.

Helen listened to Rebecca's sad cries from the side, and she also felt sad.

With so many unreliable brothers on the table, Rebecca is really pitiful.

The next day Helen was woken up by a call from Scotland Yard. It was she who called the police yesterday and explained the situation to the detectives clearly.

Scotland Yard has arrested several suspects based on Helen's description and is now informing her to identify them in the past.

Just like last time, Rebecca was gone when she woke up.

If it weren't for the messy sofa in the living room, Helen really thought this was just a dream that she imagined.

Helen tidied up a bit and set off for Scotland Yard, but she stood outside the interrogation room, watching the suspects pass by her eyes one by one, but shook her head one by one.

"Is there no one?" Lestrade couldn't help frowning and asked Helen.

Helen shook her head lightly and sighed, "Neither of them."

Even though their figures and even some faces were very similar, Helen could still tell that these were not the murderer himself.

"Could it be that you read it wrong? Know that all the suspects are here!"

Anderson's face showed obvious impatience and anxiety. For this case, they have not had a good rest for a long time, and they all want to catch the murderer as soon as possible to solve the case.

However, suddenly there was a tall and tall figure standing in front of Helen, preventing Anderson from pulling Helen's hand.

"I'm sure that having eyes on her is much more useful than having eyes on you!"

Such a unique, deep and charming voice with sarcasm skills, there is no one except Sherlock.

"You freak!" Anderson yelled at Sherlock angrily.

Ever since Sherlock revealed his embarrassing privacy in front of everyone at Scotland Yard last time, Anderson felt a little embarrassed towards Sherlock.

It's just that he didn't want to show his timidity in front of Sherlock, so he had to hide himself with a stern look.

Seeing this, Sherlock just slightly lifted his lips to express his disdain arrogantly and rudely, but this time Helen took the initiative to walk up to Sherlock, looked at Anderson and said seriously: "Sherlock, very good!"

This sentence made the two men beside her startled. The originally tense and stagnant atmosphere eased slightly because of Helen's intervention.

Lestrade quickly seized the opportunity and came over to smooth things over. His subordinates and Sherlock always had conflicts, and he felt tired being caught in the middle.

Anderson naturally wouldn't argue with a little girl like Helen, it's just because Sherlock's words were a bit embarrassing.

He couldn't help but glanced at Helen, secretly thinking that this freak is really lucky!The taste of the little girl is really unique now!

Helen's height only reached Sherlock's chest, and Sherlock didn't have to make any effort to see the smooth blond hair and fair and moist cheeks as long as he lowered his head slightly.

However, Sherlock looked at Helen in a daze. Her words were the first time someone rushed out to defend him without hesitation, and believed him firmly.

This was obviously a stupid behavior, but Sherlock couldn't be as taunting as usual.

In particular, Sherlock understood better than anyone how rare and precious such a move was on Helen.

When Helen finished the formalities and came out, she was flattered to see Sherlock still standing outside waiting for her.

She was very grateful that Sherlock arrived in time to rescue her, but why did she feel that Sherlock was walking towards her murderously at this moment?

That's right, it's murderous!

Helen: "!!!"

Helen had the urge to run away, even though she felt that she had done nothing wrong.

Sherlock walked towards Helen almost grinning grinningly. Although what Helen said to Anderson caught him off guard and caused his brain to stop for a moment, the score that should be settled still had to be settled.

"Should I thank you for not collecting flowers to spread around me? Otherwise, you can just bury me!"

Sherlock simply couldn't describe the delicate mood he felt when he opened his eyes this morning and saw the one-piece raincoat and the strange posture lying on the sofa in the living room, and the culprit in front of him made him even more angry.

The author has something to say: I feel really uncomfortable with a cold today, my mind has been dizzy after taking the medicine, and I always feel unsatisfactory