It's really a ghost [Comprehensive]

After Lestrade finished feeling sorry for himself, he said blankly, "Oh."

After responding in this way, Mr. Inspector lowered his head and hugged the coffee cup and drank it vigorously. Scotland Yard's coffee is really as usual... terrible.

When he raised his head again, he found that Sherlock was staring at him with burning eyes, which made his hair stand on end, and he twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "What? Are you waiting for me to say, "For God's sake, you Just take a casual look and you'll know, are you talking nonsense?" Sherlock, I've already seen through you, and if I don't say this, you won't be able to help but say what you think."

Sherlock and Irene didn't speak, and Inspector Lestrade, who seemed very calm, stood up suddenly and slapped the table hard: "Fuck your high IQ! I'm fed up with this It feels like I doubt my IQ is not enough! Damn, when God created you, did you consider other people's feelings! "

As soon as Inspector Lestrade broke out, the evidence room became silent, and his heavy breathing was heard.

After a long while, Irene passed the cup of coffee that the inspector had poured her to Lestrade, "I'll drink it for you, I'm not used to drinking coffee, and I want to correct you, in my country, it is Nuwa who created man. "

Sherlock raised his eyebrows: "I thought it was God."

Irene thought for a while and answered him: "Then it depends on which mythology system it is."

Lestrade: "..." Damn, he's getting angry and complaining. Why are these two people flirting again? It must be my way of complaining!But after doing this, the good-tempered Mr. Inspector deflated like a punctured balloon. He sat down and said as if nothing had happened just now: "So, why did you two take other things?" Come over with the case file? And tell me about the case.”

The good detective took a closer look and saw a stack of case files on the table, all of which were old cases that had not been solved. He rubbed his face hard, "Why am I not surprised at all?" He remembered Said to Erin as if, "Do you know what the most outrageous and fucking thing Sherlock has done in Scotland Yard?"

"Shut it!"

"Hey, don't you care about such insignificant things? Why don't you tell me not to talk now? I think Irene really wants to hear it, right?" Lestrade's anger came and went quickly , and now he secretly thinks that he has found Sherlock's fate: I don't care about this guy, but now I don't care about it in front of the girl I like?

The more Sherlock forbids him to speak, the more he has to. He has known Sherlock for four years, and he still doesn't know about his scandals. Lestrade suddenly regained his energy and talked to Irene: " The little bastard even stole a dead body out of the police station once—"

"The two dead men were in security uniforms, or so it seemed, but one of them had an armband that was sewn on recently, and his uniform was not uniform but bought from a store, which suggests he was He was pretending to be a security guard. As for the museum they were responsible for security, nothing was lost, which means that he did this to enter the parking lot, and it would be easier to look through the vehicles dressed as a security guard.

In the column of evidence, there are four vehicle registration cards with the owner's address on the vehicle registration card. Moreover, these four vehicles are all high-end cars. It is obvious that this fake security guard has accomplices. He is responsible for tracking high-end cars. Then notify the accomplices, and then go to rob while the owner is away.

So the situation is like this, the real security guard sees the fake security guard acting sneaky, and follows.The fake security guard fired a shot at the real security guard, but the real security guard didn't die, so he took the gun and fired at the fake security guard, and that's how it is now.

God, with such obvious facts right under your noses, what on earth are you in your head to turn a blind eye to and go after the gunman, the perpetrators and possible witnesses! "

Inspector Lestrade exchanged half a sentence for Sherlock's four words, to be precise, he exchanged four breaths for a long time. He was stunned for a while, and Irene leaned over to take a look again. The list of evidence added: "Here is his mobile phone. I think I can find his accomplices through the address book, Inspector. Inspector?"

Lestrade: "...I've got the idea that you were detained in the temporary detention room because your mouth was too cheap, and you were beaten by other prisoners because of your nosebleeds. You dressed up as a street boy and went to the red light district to stand on the street, but someone actually ordered you Famous, pretending to be a homeless man who hasn't showered or shaved for a week and has lice on his head and so on."

Sherlock: "..."

Irene lowered her head and pretended to read the case seriously, and said in as calm a tone as possible: "Sherlock, you really sacrificed a lot to solve the case, really. Puhaha——"

"Sherlock, what did you do to those lice afterwards? Did you catch them and raise them?" Compared to Comrade Xiao Ai, who knew how to lower his head and laugh, Lestrade, who had finally found a chance to make Sherlock suffer, laughed. I was so happy that I burst into tears.

Sherlock's face was completely dark. He took a deep look at Lestrade who was smiling unscrupulously. Irene's shoulders were still shaking in the corner of his eye. Obviously, this pleased her, but this was not what Sherlock wanted to see.He snorted heavily, and pulled the stack of unsolved case files in front of him——

"The murderer is my daughter's boyfriend."

"The murderer is the eldest son who is eight years old."

"The murderer was the secretary."

"The murderer was a neighbor."

"The murderer is the husband."

"The murderer is the deceased himself."

"The murderer was the husband, again."

"Your wife told you to leave the house. You have now moved into a small apartment. The landlord has a western terrier and she wants to sleep with you."

In less than 5 minutes, Sherlock, the only consulting detective in the world, solved seven unsolved cases that left Scotland Yard at a loss. He gave Inspector Lestrade an extra inference, and after he finished speaking, he made a difficult facial movement: the left corner of his mouth raised sharply, his left eye blinked with lightning speed, Look as innocent as possible.

Irene, who was watching Sherlock's "diagnosis" and handed her the case file, looked over when Sherlock finished his last sentence. At this time, Sherlock, who was sitting next to her, had already finished the difficult facial movements.When she looked over, she saw undisguised admiration and longing from her black and white eyes, Sherlock raised the corners of his mouth uncontrollably, and the sharp facial lines softened, but this sincere smile didn't last long , he pretended not to care and raised his chin to Irene: "Look at your case file. If you can perform all the seven copies I gave you within half an hour, you can only be considered qualified."

Erin cheered up immediately: "I see, sir."

When she lowered her head, Sherlock kicked the petrified Lestrade under the table, which of course kicked the good detective back to his senses.Mr. Inspector was very weak. He felt as if his stomach was heavy with stones. He stood up with difficulty: "What are you two doing?" He wanted to go back to his office to find the aspirin in the drawer , swallowed them all!

Sherlock was happy, he went to find out all the old unsolved cases in the police station - of course he knew where it was, it wasn't the first time he had come to the evidence room - this time he didn't go through the cases like before Zong revealed the murderer, and now he is not as focused as before.

After a while, he pursed his lips and said casually, "Well, as you can see, this is my job." It's his world.

Irene raised her head to look at him when she heard the sound. Under the dim light in the evidence room, her facial features, which were not as deep as those of Westerners, appeared softer.Those bottomless eyes were shining brightly, and her bright face was very sincere, "I know, in my opinion, it is an extraordinary job." As if thinking of something, Xiao Ai Comrade laughed lightly, and his tone became brisk, "I think I can now understand why you said you were married to work. Did you really sacrifice a lot for it, so did you raise the lice later?"

——After the 'Gay Purple Incident', the flag that Sherlock and Irene had categorically confronted before has returned with another reaction.

Sherlock woke up in a daze, and with his extraordinary memory, he recalled all the words he and Irene had said in an instant:

"Girlfriends are not my thing."

"Boyfriend, that's boring."

"I'm married to my job."

"I don't discriminate against any sexual orientation."

"..."

"Sherlock? Are you okay?" Irene's voice brought Sherlock back to reality from the palace of thinking, he subconsciously pursed his lips, and he could easily list 56 excuses for what he had said The reason, but when he opened his mouth, the words that slipped out of his tongue were: "You, you continue to read the case file."

"Are you really okay?" Irene asked again worriedly. This is not the first time Sherlock has lost his mind.

Sherlock hesitated for a moment, and what he said was: "No." After saying this, he turned his eyes back to the case file, thinking that if she asked again, he would explain to her, but he waited for a while Without waiting for Irene to speak again, Comrade Xiao Ai concentrated on continuing to read the case file.

After 2 minutes, she finished analyzing the first case, that is, the case where Sherlock said that the murderer was the secretary, and told Sherlock her thoughts: "In this case, the fiancé who is about to marry the boss' daughter is a Liar, he was trying to steal the boss's daughter's money, and the boss's secretary, who was also the boss's daughter's crush, found out about it, so the secretary became the princess's knight and killed her fiancé."

Sherlock had already deduced it, so he didn't care about it. He was about to explain, when Irene slapped his forehead: "I forgot to inform Yunniang that we found the 'Knight'."

Speaking of which, Comrade Xiao Ai took out a piece of paper, folded it into a paper bird, and let the paper bird fly to the Astor Museum to inform Yunniang that the appearance of this paper bird was exactly the same as the one she folded for Sherlock before.

The words that Sherlock came to explain, receded into his heart like the ebbing tide in an instant, and the starlight in his eyes seemed to dim.