October London The Autumn In London

Seven, deadly game

Sherlock is sick, or rather has a fever.After working for three days straight and solving two bombing cases, Sherlock was strictly prohibited from getting out of bed by John and Liliana.

"I'll help you look at the corpse of the man by the river. You just stay on the bed and let Liliana take care of you." John took Sherlock's case.

I wanted to say "NO", but because the burn was so bad, the words I said sounded like "um".

After John handed Sherlock to Liliana, he went out with a stack of documents.

After changing Sherlock with a new cold towel for the nth time, the ingredients Liliana purchased finally arrived.

Liliana's bodyguard knocked on the door of Building 221b with a frozen chicken and shiitake mushrooms.

"Lily? Is this your thing?" Mrs. Hudson called Liliana from downstairs, and never let the man in a black suit enter the door.

Liliana hurried downstairs and explained: "Don't be afraid, Mrs. Hudson, he is my bodyguard."

"Next time you have to ask your bodyguards to change into normal clothes." Mrs. Hudson helped Liliana bring the ingredients to the second floor.

"My dear, the mushrooms in the cream of mushroom soup are not shiitake mushrooms." Mrs. Hudson kindly reminded Liliana.

Liliana puts the chicken in the soup pot: "I'm going to make Chinese-style clear chicken soup."

"Then I may not be able to help you much. Let me taste it when it's done." Mrs. Hudson helped Liliana put the mushrooms into the pot.

"Ok."

When Sherlock got up, Liliana just brought the chicken soup that had been simmering for five hours to the table.

"What's this?" Sherlock searched the memory palace for the dish, but seemed to fail.

"This is chicken soup, come and drink some, the disease will recover faster." Liliana took out three bowls, "Mrs. Hudson, the chicken soup is ready!"

Refreshing, salty, not too greasy, the chicken is very crispy.Overall, it's delicious.Sherlock has saved a message called "chicken soup" in his memory hall.

"Honey, you must teach me how to cook chicken soup next time. It's so delicious!" Mrs. Hudson never hesitated to praise Liliana's cooking skills.

"Migu, migu..." Liliana's special owl text call rang out.

"Dear Miss Liliana, good afternoon, I hope I didn't disturb your dining mood. London has been too quiet recently, and I believe you feel the same way. Why don't we play a game? I have already told Holmes the specific content through a text message. Sir. Hope you have fun. Love you Moriarty"

"Sherlock?" Liliana saw that Sherlock had finished reading the text message and put the phone away.

"There are still 12 hours, we must leave quickly." Sherlock put on his hat and windbreaker.

Liliana stopped him: "But you still have a fever. Don't go!"

"My physique is very special. I don't feel tired at all when I work. If I have nothing to do, it will make me feel exhausted." After speaking, he went downstairs.

"He's always been so self-centered," Mrs. Hudson said.

"John is already waiting for us at the art gallery." Sherlock typed quickly on the phone.

"Sherlock, you can't always worry the people around you."

"Liliana, I'm restless. Whenever I have nothing to do, I'll get restless." Sherlock stopped and looked at Liliana seriously.

"Okay." Knowing Sherlock's stubborn temper, Liliana had no choice but to give up persuading him.

"Are you painting? Last time I saw you had oil paint on your face." Sherlock asked suddenly.

"Well, yes. What's the matter?" Liliana was puzzled.

"That's great, I might be able to help later."

"Sherlock, Liliana. The one who died here was the security guard of this art gallery. He just took up his post last week. He was hired by the art gallery for this exhibition of famous paintings." The one who investigated by himself told Sherlock and Liliana.

At this moment, when the three of them walked up to the famous painting "Night Star".Sherlock's cell phone rang.

"This painting is a fake, a fake." Sherlock said it directly without hesitation for a second.

"Where did you know that?" asked the person on the other end of the phone, who could tell from the voice that it was a child.

"Uh..." Sherlock couldn't answer for a while.

"Ten...nine...eight" The other party started counting down.

"Shit, God, where the hell is it? Liliana, help me!"

Liliana approached and took a rough look.Suddenly, she noticed a dissonance in the age-old painting: "Van Buren's Supernova, 1858."

"Is there anyone, help me."