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The vengeful Sherlock and the narrow-minded Mrs. Hudson hit it off.

Therefore, Lestrade, who had been waiting at the door for half an hour, was completely ignored after Mrs. Hudson invited him in.

Mr. Inspector: "..."

Well, he should have expected it.

Detective Scotland Yard Goldfish stood at the stairs on the second floor, clutching his hat, looking at Sherlock who was enjoying dinner with relish, his expression was faintly eager, but he finally suppressed his emotions and did not rush to single-shot implantation instructions He did not intend to come here, but tried hard to talk to this extra-staff crime consultant of Scotland Yard.

"It's really good, French sausage and cheese brioche. Mrs. Hudson's craftsmanship is getting better and better."

His tone and expression were very sincere, but Mrs. Hudson was only interested in tasting the French sausage sent by her husband, and she didn't intend to talk to Lestrade at all. The tall Mr. Detective didn't even respond at all. She even deliberately bypassed him and closed the curtains.

During the whole process, let alone looking squarely, there was not even a little peripheral vision.

"We need you, Sherlock." Lestrade touched his forehead, helplessly choosing to show weakness, "A terrible criminal fled from New York to England, and now no one can find his whereabouts, only you have this capable."

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[It’s just looking for someone, GPS, joining the whole people, and doing a blanket search. If you haven’t found it yet, come here for help.There are so many ways to come to our big detective without even thinking about it, it is really dependent enough. ]

[No way, these are the wisdom of apes. ]

Without raising his eyes, Sherlock put the egg roll into his mouth, and the crispy texture after biting it made him admire Mrs. Hudson's craftsmanship, and said: "It's really rare and delicious, you should try it too."

Poor Lestrade thought that the other party was telling him that he was trying to get closer, but he watched helplessly as the curly-haired detective picked up the plate and handed it to the person opposite.

——It was an oriental man, forgive him for not paying attention at first, he thought it was Sherlock's new customer.

Sitting opposite Sherlock, he noticed the famous detective's micro-expression wandering between disapproval and boredom, Jian Yue took the plate, smiled, picked one up with chopsticks, and said: "It's delicious, Hudson often mentioned your craftsmanship to me, and I was lucky enough to eat it today."

Mrs. Hudson smiled happily: "Really, eat more if you like it. Don't be polite to me. Just tell me what you want to eat in the future. I will go out to buy it every day."

Sherlock hehe: "It's really differential treatment."

Mrs. Hudson gave him a white look, "If you don't even think about eating because you are so busy, even if you eat, you tell me that it is for the physiological function of filling your stomach, I will be happy to do it for you A big meal."

"..." Lestrade glanced at Sherlock blankly, "Isn't this your new client?"

Sherlock ignored him and put the french fries in his mouth to chew. At the same time, he picked up the scraps of newspaper that Mrs. Hudson cut out today and used to spread the dinner plate. The message on it happened to be the evening news.

—This lady's attitude towards the newspapers is really amazing.

Sherlock had no idea why she subscribed to the newspaper, but kept using it cheaply as scrap paper.

As for Lestrade's question, Mrs. Hudson took the lead in defending her shortcomings, stood up, and said plausibly, "This Mr. Jane is Sherlock's co-tenant and my new tenant."

Lestrade was startled for a moment, and hurried over to shake hands with Jian Yue, "Hi, I'm Lestrade, an agent from Scotland Yard."

"Hi, my name is Jian Yue, and I'm from China." Jian Yue got up politely, and shook hands with Lestrade, but he couldn't help raising his eyebrows in surprise. At this moment, Mr. Inspector's palms were not only sweating, but there was also an obvious scorched black scar on the tiger's mouth, which looked like a scratch from a bullet.

"China, wow, China is very good, and the Chinese food in Chinatown is amazing." Lestrade immediately found the topic, and said with a smile: "There is an old man there who makes very delicious candied haws. I go there every month and queue up to buy them." Just put it in the refrigerator."

"You can also try other snacks, such as Wuren Mahua." Jian Yue withdrew his hand, and looked at the detective's shoulder thoughtfully. It seemed that he had dealt with the so-called criminal from New York. It's over.

Lestrade didn't notice the difference, and agreed with a smile.

At this time, Sherlock also found a piece of information with great interest, and read it out quickly, "This morning, the New York Anti-Narcotics Police Department suffered a terrorist attack. Dozens of people were killed in the big explosion. Phil was seriously injured and admitted to the hospital... It is reported that the whereabouts of the murderer are still unknown. In order to prevent such cases from happening again, FBL participated in the investigation... The official statement directly said that the murderer escaped, will he die?"

"It will make them lose face, you understand, Sherlock." Lestrade spread his hands, and he couldn't criticize things in this system.

Sherlock glanced at him, "So, you're here to carry the case?"

Lestrade tried hard to arouse Sherlock's interest, "You can also see that this is likely to develop into an international case. According to the information from the FBL, the only suspect has no tendency to take drugs. The agency should not have any violence, passion or other criminal motives. Moreover, that is a hired killer who has been active for decades and is well-known in the industry. Now he has fled to the UK, we must pay attention!"

Sherlock flipped through the fragments of the newspaper, then looked at Lestrade, "So, he found you, you were tricked, and you let him go?"

What Jian Yue can touch and feel, Mr. Detective can get more information just by looking at it.

Lestrade blushed slightly, and argued, "I was attacked by surprise!"

A sneak attack in close combat?The caliber of this bullet is obviously a short-range pistol.

"Goldfish's excuse." Sherlock was noncommittal, but he was a little confused about the motive of this person's crime. If he was really hired by someone, the criminal method should not be so rough and direct, and there was no trace of cleaning up in the follow-up. Gang committing crimes.

Furthermore, shouldn't the first choice for escaping after committing a crime in the United States be places like Africa, Italy, and the United Kingdom... This is indeed a trend of continuous cases.

For Sherlock, suspicious cases are more like a potion that can make him high, so Mrs. Hudson can only helplessly look at Sherlock who has entered the state again, and whispered to Sherlock when she was cleaning the table. Jian Yue complained: "Look, the family is about to suffer again, you help me watch, don't let him get angry at my wall when he is confused."

This lady really cared for Sherlock.

Jian Yue nodded and smiled, and helped the lady clean up the dishes, but the lady stopped him from accompanying him to the kitchen, so he had to pour a cup of tea for Lestrade and Sherlock, and sat not far away. While recuperating on the sofa, let's take a look at the investigative logical thinking mode of this famous detective, which can be called a miracle of genius.

Mr. Detective and Lestrade were communicating on the case. One of them spoke too fast, and the other was struggling to keep up with the thinking reaction, which was quite interesting.

If Jian Yue Hei was still awake, he would definitely be involved in this case.

However, for him, there is no need to pay too much attention to the branch plot line of a different-dimensional branch map, especially when he is very sleepy.

Jian Yue leaned on the sofa, counted the time, and waited for the next time he entered the small map of Pirates of the Caribbean. Just when he couldn't open his eyes, a notification tone of a text message came from the mobile phone in his pocket, which woke him up.

—— Strange, his mobile phone number, it is reasonable to know no more than three people.

Turning on the phone, a line of words flashed on the screen.

[Mr. Jane, Hudson introduced me to you.Tonight at eight o'clock, oldsecretbar, fee negotiable. ]

Jian Yue: "..." Before he left, he considered whether to find a profession to cover up his mystery. He was in a daze at the time, and he didn't remember what Hudson said. Service jobs are well paid and easy these days.

"Let's go, let's go to the place where he appeared for the last time." Sherlock on the chair also stood up at this time, put on his coat, and said vigorously: "It's only been three hours, there should still be many traces , don’t waste time, did you drive?”

"Ah." Lestrade almost tripped over his own feet, managed to stand still, and hurriedly said, "I didn't drive. I'll call the nearby brothers to pick us up."

Sherlock nodded hastily, put on his hat, and glanced at Jian Yue, "You have an appointment? Where are you going?"

Jian Yue was editing a text message, and almost pressed the send button. Hearing this, he stopped, a little funny, "I just glanced at the time, did you see it?"

"You didn't just check the time." Sherlock retorted rigorously: "After the phone rang, you glanced at the time and then reached into your pocket for change, but you obviously didn't have any change on you. Rich people don't Remember to bring some change with you." He sneered, "However, you are quite interesting, you took a look at your coat and thought about whether to walk over."

Jian Yue: "..."

This guy was analyzed or profiled.

"Don't waste my time answering such stupid questions in the future." Sherlock used his facial muscles to squeeze out a smiling face, speaking at a speed comparable to that of a speeding train, "Since you don't want to keep the appointment, you might as well come with me."

Jian Yue frowned: "Why did you call me?"

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, lowered his voice, and said quickly: "Your ability to cover up movement marks is among the top three I've ever seen. There is no reason not to use it."

"..." Jian Yue exhaled, and stood up, although he didn't know how this Mr. detective targeted him and gave him such treatment.

but--

"sold secret bar."

Lestrade had just hung up the phone and said the location, they were going to the same place.

Well, let's go for a while. His job is to broadcast live stories with exciting topics.

There are Scotland Yard agents in every area of ​​London. Soon, a dark car stopped at the corner of Baker Street. Sherlock was wrapped in a coat and pressed his hat, pushing Lestrade to the front. "Letrudes, sit away from me and don't hinder my thinking."

Lestrade passively opened the car door, sat in, stared at Sherlock, and repeated, "Lestrade."

Sherlock didn't listen at all, got into the car, and waved to Jian Yue.

Jian Yue lowered the brim of his hat, paused beside the car, raised his eyes, and looked at the street flower shop facing him. Then, he bent down calmly, got into the car, and didn't look there.

Although it was only for a moment, the tall man in a dark coat and felt hat, holding a potted plant in his hand, did stare at him.

The audience's attention was all on Sherlock's attitude just now, a lot of pink bubbles were rewarded and wandered in the live broadcast room.

[Ahh, our little curly hair actually proudly invites the up master to sit with him, JQ, JQ! ]

[The rotten country is indeed a rotten country, did curly hair fall in love with the up master at first sight?Isn't it love at first sight for John! ]

[Can your focus be normal? I feel sorry for my inspector. As expected, Little Curly doesn't even remember his name. ]

Lestrade was in the co-pilot, turned around, corrected again unwillingly: "My name is Lestrade, why can he sit next to you and not bother you?"

"He sleeps more quietly than you, what... Ray?" Sherlock looked out the car window, and the focal length of his pupils seemed to be catching a person.

Lestrade's face turned black, "Lestrade, forget it! If I entangle you with this issue again, I'd rather be hit by a car when I go out."

"Actually, the chance is not small. Your rampant character determines that you don't look at the red light when crossing the road, right, Inspector."

Inspector: "..."

"He was joking, Inspector, you don't have to worry about it." Jian Yue glanced at Sherlock, and closed his eyes sleepily, "Let's go first, the party is later, I'm afraid I'm going to fall asleep."

The streets of London are permeated with a dark tone of coldness. Occasional colors can make people's eyes shine, deeply sinking into the city's mysterious and graceful temperament. The taxis here are black, and the public phone booths are Bright red, the roof is black, a large piece spreads, and then a small piece is embellished...

xxx Street is famous for its bars with different styles.

When the detective drove into this place, he could see countless men and women dressed in nightclubs laughing at each other, puffing clouds and mist in various postures in the wind.

Sherlock put his hands on his forehead, and suddenly said in a contemplative manner: "This is not a place you usually go to, why would you come here to get drunk?"

"I didn't get drunk, I was on business." Lestrade barely struggled.

Sherlock didn't look at him either, "The alcohol residue on your neckline is a mixture of Bloody Mary and agave, the easiest way to get drunk."

The corner of Lestrade's mouth twitched, resolutely disobeying, "This is my private matter, I don't need to tell you."

"It doesn't matter if you don't tell me. With your monotonous pace of life, I already have the answer. I just want to confirm it." When the car stopped, Sherlock put down his hand, looked at the bar outside the window, and then looked at the bar. Jian Yue, who was sitting next to her, whispered in confusion yet firmly: "... fell asleep without accident."

Lethargy?

Insomnia?

Lestrade looked back, "Then what to do, do you want to wake up your friend?"

"This is my co-tenant, not a friend." Sherlock retorted.

The detective in the front seat suddenly choked, and muttered in disappointment, "...poor Jasmine."

"...Leave him alone." Sherlock opened the car door without seeing him, stepped on the ground with his long legs, and walked into the bar without saying a word.

Lestrade hurriedly followed.

After the two of them had walked a little farther, Jian Yue barely opened his eyes, pressed his tired eyelids, sat up straight and went to open the door, and helplessly patted Tan who was texting with 'Jasmine' in the front row. The staff explained: "The co-tenant means living in two places with two bedrooms and one living room. You don't have to mislead Sherlock's crush like this. You can change a text message and tell her that Sherlock must still be a bachelor."

Sherlock didn't bother to explain, it really looked like another personality of his.

The detective opened his mouth wide: "Are you awake?"

"I was just aroused by the sound of the horn outside." Jian Yue replied in a concealed manner, before getting out of the car, he added in a low voice: "But I don't recommend that little girls like such people, she will be very disappointed."

Sherlock is definitely not suitable for a relationship.

The previous words were strongly requested by the audience in the live broadcast room. They wanted to see Sherlock and Jasmine's strange and peculiar relationship colliding together. They were very curious, and they were able to ignore Mr. Detective's cold tongue and low EQ, and still rush into it. What would a girl look like.

But Jian Yueguang just thought about his other personality, those people he had provoked, such as Carl...

He felt sorry for Jasmine.

OldSecretBar

Responded to the first word.

Retro, this bar is not as modern, punk, or non-mainstream as other bars. Instead, it is old and outdated, just like the tavern that Jian Yue went to in the port during the day, but it must be much cleaner and more spacious, matching the old castle Candlestick lights, long steps, divide it into two main halls, inside and outside, and many small private rooms.

The flow of people inside is not complicated or extravagant. They are all middle-aged men and two or three women in simple attire. These people are smoking cigars and watching black and white movies on small TVs.

While wiping the glass, the owner of the bar replied to Sherlock's careless trap. After a while, he found that he seemed to have stepped on a thunderbolt and wanted to drive them away, but faced with the famous detective's acting skills, he couldn't help it. Soon he fell into a disadvantage and was unable to parry.

Lestrade was a complete spectator and could not intervene.

Listening to Sherlock's cloudy logic, Mr. Inspector turned his head depressed. He seemed to catch a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye, but it disappeared. He blinked, rubbed his eyes again, then looked around, and then That image was not captured.

Jian Yue walked to the hall inside the first step, found a corner to sit down, and began to doze off.

But before he really fell asleep, a little boy sneaked over and asked him in a low voice, "Are you Mr. Jane?"

"It's me." Jian Yue waved to him, and casually put a silver coin in his pocket into the little boy's hand, "Tell the person who asked you to come to me, I don't have much time, and there is no chance for another appointment. "

The little boy held the silver coin tightly and bit his lower lip in confusion, "But I still have one question for you."

"Just ask."

The little boy squatted obediently, and asked mysteriously, "Have you ever committed a crime?"

Jian Yue: "..." This person's brain circuit is a bit strange.

After answering the boy, a man appeared in front of him soon, wearing a thin crimson sweater like a mother's baby, corduroy pants, and a pair of sunglasses with small round lenses hanging on the bridge of his nose. His short hair like an inch was messy. With an extremely tall body, but bent very low, when he sat down on the sofa, he coughed twice, with a strong nasal voice, "Mr. Jian Yue?"

Jian Yue looked at him and nodded slightly.

"Hudson introduced me to you." The man rubbed his hands, his voice was deep and hoarse, "I'm sorry, I have a cold recently, by the way, you can call me Laima."

Jian Yue glanced at his tiger's mouth and asked, "What help do you need from me?"

'Laima' stretched out his hand tentatively, "Can I shake your hand first?"

"..." Jian Yue breathed out, kept awake, stretched out his hand, and shook hands with the other party.

Unexpectedly, the strength of the opponent's hand was deliberately made too strong, but now he was facing him, if Jian Yue Hei would probably be in pain, he would use his mental strength to make the opponent explode on the spot.

The two separated their hands with different thoughts, and the 'Laima' on the opposite side trembled, but his attitude became satisfied. He took a sip of the milk on the table, and then explained in a low voice: "It's like this, this morning ,I lost my job."

Being chased to England is indeed considered unemployed.

"Be clear." Jian Yue also took a sip of hot water to moisten his throat. The two of them were sitting in the bar, drinking nothing to do with alcohol, but harmonious.

"I don't know anything, except I still have a little strength, other things... I'm not good at doing anything, I'm rather stupid."'Laima' whispered: "Although I have some savings on hand, I adopted a child , She is studying in the United States and needs a lot of money now and in the future, so I want to find a new job. Hudson said, you can help me and teach me how to live in the world of ordinary people. "

Employment help?

Jian Yue almost choked on the hot water in the cup.

Just because when he found Hudson, he had crossed time and hadn't aged.

——At that time, he was terrified.

So this brat, just find a killer with unemployment troubles to make fun of him? !

'Lema' added at the end: "I can pay, no problem."

Jian Yue didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he put down his water glass, and looked at Mr. Laima helplessly. The way of speaking and his manner did not fit the ordinary people's world. He touched his nose, thought about it seriously, and then Responded in a low voice: "I suggest that you heal your injury first, and about finding a job, we will discuss it in detail next time we meet."

'Laima' nodded, "I'm sorry to bother you, I will take good care of my injuries and not cause you any trouble."

After speaking, he obediently got up and left.

interesting.

Even if this person smelled of blood, he couldn't conceal his sense of ignorance.

Jian Yue supported his head, sitting on the sofa, thinking that Mr. 'Laima' with outstanding features might exist in a small map.

[It does look familiar. ]

[But it doesn’t quite look like that, it’s clearly a coat that hasn’t changed for thousands of years, and the surname is wrong. ]

[Wait, stop talking, the up master fell asleep again. ]

[Distressed up Lord. ]

The audience didn't know that whenever Jian Yue fell asleep, his spiritual body would retreat deep into his body, and his spirit would be nourished by another personality, and he would go to another time and space to find a way to save the little angel Jack.

This kind of high-frequency search, if it is not for Jianyue Black Witch's strong mental power, it will be difficult to persist.

There is obviously a certain time difference with London, England. The port here is already late at night. Jian Yue stood on the tallest clock tower in the city, looked at the regular street structure through the pointer, and then left without looking back. Walk quickly towards the police station cell in the city center.

The western prison cells in the old days were made of stones. The patrolling navy was in a very relaxed state in the middle of the night. They were sure that no one would be able to destroy the cell and rescue the prisoners. Sleep soundly.

Facing this scene, Jack's uncle licked his fingers, smoothed the messy hair on his head, and lay down in another position, his eyeballs rolling around.

Although his nephew had a lot of bad luck, his luck always turns around at critical moments. If he catches up, he might be able to get out of the prison where he has lived for half his life.

With such thoughts in mind, as expected, he caught a figure sneaking in. Although he was wearing a navy top, he was wearing drooping pants. He was obviously an outsider who came in to rob the prison!

Uncle Jack's eyes lit up all of a sudden.

Dear nephew, I did not make a mistake in introducing the executioner to you during the day.