[Comprehensive] Curly detective fancy strategy

"Boss, I lost my follower."

"I can't even look down on a little girl, hehe!"

The person who reported the situation on the other end of the phone was dripping with cold sweat when he heard the boss's sinister laughter. He didn't expect the girl to be so sharp, and she ran away like a panicked rabbit.

The content of Helen's suicide note to Shylock mainly said that he had raised Helen, and he was relieved to see his long-missed wife.

It seems reasonable, after all, Helen's parents are very loving.

Even though her mother had been dead for so long, his father never thought of getting married again, and he never even had a girlfriend.

After all, her father is handsome, knowledgeable, gentle and considerate. Even with her as an oil bottle daughter, there are still many women who favor him, but he has never been tempted.

However, Helen knew very well that the murderer of her mother hadn't been found yet, and her illness had only been alleviated, but not cured. How could her father feel at ease, and why would he leave her alone?

Naturally, Sherlock also thought of this, because he deeply understood how difficult it is for Helen to live and grow up to such a big age. Which father can rest assured that such a daughter will die?

But based on Helen's narration and his observation, he was unable to find any flaws.

Interesting, it's been a long time since he encountered such a case that he couldn't see through.

This case is full of weirdness, and it doesn't even seem artificial.

Sherlock pondered for a while, then chuckled, there is no perfect crime in the world, no matter what happens, there will always be traces, and he can peel off the truth layer by layer with clues.

When the impossible is eliminated, whatever remains, however improbable, is the truth.

However, compared to this interesting puzzle, Sherlock has a dilemma right now and needs Helen's help.

In fact, Sherlock, who doesn't care about things like money, is very short of money at the moment, because Mycroft cut off his money supply as punishment for not listening to his brother.

However, if he would succumb to the British government, then he would not be Sherlock, there are policies and there are countermeasures!

"Helen, do you want to go on an adventure with me?"

Sherlock stood still in front of Helen, staring at her earnestly with his gray-green eyes, and his deep voice was full of temptation, touching people's hearts.

Helen followed Sherlock away in a trance, and when she came back to her senses, looking at the huge casino in front of her, she felt like crying.

Why on earth did she suddenly lose her mind and follow Sherlock to the casino? If her father knows, Helen will be ashamed to death, after all, she has always been a good child.

Dad, I'm sorry, Helen has failed her studies.

If Professor Moriarty knew that she used the mathematics he taught in such a place, Helen couldn't even imagine the expression on the professor's handsome face.

Now that he has come here, Sherlock will never allow Helen to retreat.

Sherlock and Helen stood at the entrance of the casino and looked at each other face to face, both sides were resolute in their eyes.

In the end, it was Helen who lost the battle, and instead of looking at Sherlock's smug expression, she reluctantly followed Sherlock in.

Helen had never been to this kind of place before, and she looked around curiously.

It wasn't as noisy or smoky as she imagined, on the contrary, it was resplendent and orderly, like a high-end banquet hall, which made Helen feel less uncomfortable.

"I'll play dice, you play poker, and I'll give you the deposit."

Sherlock took out a few pounds and handed them to Helen, then left her and ran away.

Helen: "..."

Helen walked timidly to the poker table, where several men were playing.

Seeing such a little girl coming, they couldn't help joking: "Hey, girl, this is not where you should come to play, go back quickly!"

"Yeah, don't cry when you lose!"

Helen flinched a bit, turned a deaf ear to those voices, walked to the chair and sat down.

She handed the money to the croupier, who handed her a stack of chips.

However, he passed his hand for a while, but she still didn't see it.

The croupier couldn't help reminding: "Miss?"

Helen stared blankly at the croupier, and she couldn't help coughing lightly: "Sir, your bow is crooked, can you fix it?"

The kind-faced croupier froze. Is this necessary?

But looking at the girl on the opposite side who didn't give up until he got it right, her eyes were still fixed on it.

It was really uncomfortable to be seen by her under her strong gaze, and the croupier unconsciously adjusted the bow on his neckline according to her wishes.

Sure enough, as soon as he got the sight that made his back numb disappeared, he unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. Are girls now so weird?

Looking at the chips in front of her, a trace of disgust and resistance flashed in Helen's eyes, and she apologized, "Sorry, wait a minute."

Although neither the onlookers nor the croupier said anything, it was obvious that their expressions had become impatient.

It's just playing poker, why are there so many things going on?

Helen unhurriedly took out a handkerchief from her pocket, and gently wrapped the chips in her hand before signaling the dealer to deal the cards.

"Make it up!" "Make it up!" "Don't make it up!" "Make it up!" "Make it up!" "Don't make it up!"

"Double down!" "Twice as much!" "Keep up!" "All!"

I don't know when, all the men around stopped playing, and stared dumbfounded at the chips piled up higher and higher beside the petite girl.

This is a full 10,000+, tsk tsk, she won so much, but it was only two hours!

Naturally, Sherlock did not miss and won a grand slam.

He packed his chips and was about to leave when he was stopped by someone.

"Hey bro, you're awesome, how did you do that?"

Sherlock said coldly and impatiently: "I don't want to hurt your IQ by saying it!"

The smiling face of the young guy froze, and the muscular man next to him couldn't see it: "Hey boy, don't be too arrogant!"

Sherlock glanced at him twice, and pulled out a wrinkled face with a smirk: "You can't satisfy your girlfriend in bed, and she is about to break up with you."

"What did you say?" The big man roared angrily, and swung his hard fists at Sherlock's face that seemed to be in need of a beating.

Sherlock dodged with his good agility, and his Sanda and boxing were enough for him to contend with the big man.

It's just that he didn't expect him to make a random move, and a group of younger brothers rushed up and surrounded Sherlock.

Two fists were no match for four hands, Sherlock decisively picked up the chips and ran away.

Helen won 20. She didn't know how much money Sherlock was short of, but she also felt that it was enough.

She got up and was about to stop when she saw Sherlock rushing over, swept all the chips on her table into his bag, then pulled her past and was about to run.

Helen: "!!!"

"You let go!"

Helen turned pale with fright, her body froze, and she began to struggle hard with her hands to break away from Sherlock, but Sherlock didn't hold her still for a while.

Seeing that the group of people were about to chase after them, but Helen beside him was still messing around and wasting time, Sherlock simply slashed at the back of her neck with his palm, and Helen's body fell limply.

Sherlock caught her and threw herself on his shoulder, and rushed out with the bag of chips in one hand.

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