[Comprehensive British and American] Become the best feasible plan in the audience

Kicking open the door of the next room, Carol didn't look carefully at the situation inside, and caught the sound of the bullet being loaded in his ears. He rushed out quickly, like a vigorous cheetah, and instantly located the enemy's Identity, with one hand he snatched the gun from the man's hand, and with the other hand he kicked the crooked foot, and put the man directly on the ground.

"Whathappened!" The person who was brought down by Carol suddenly said in a daze, "What are you doing?" Murder?

"Are... are you okay?" Carol asked stammeringly, "I heard gunshots..."

"ohyeah I'm fine, can you take your damn hand off my neck, and take your stupid brain out of nowhere, and explain why you suddenly appeared at my house and started attacking me Attack!"

Sherlock was thrown to the ground, and only Carol's dull hair could be seen from the side. He endured it, and the discomfort caused by the paralysis on his wrists, shoulders, and even buttocks caused him to amplify his moves directly.

"I thought something happened to you..." Carol apologetically pulled Sherlock up who was lying on the ground and needed to be hugged to get up, and twisted the dislocated joints back for him, "So, you are playing with guns at home?"

Sherlock: "..."

When Watson came back from the outside, he saw the new neighbor sitting on his chair aggrievedly, with his head lowered, playing with the small dagger in his hand, as if he was going to strike if he disagreed.

On the other hand, Sherlock's face was pale, as if he had been beaten up by someone, and there were even bruises on his wrists.

"What happened?" he asked. "Sherlock, didn't we just have a new case?"

Could it be that something bad happened while he was away?

"Don't mess with your rusty brain, it's nice here, but you, out on a date? There are traces of the signature coffee from the coffee shop three blocks away on the front of the shirt, well-shaven eyebrows, ironed The coat is neat and tidy, and there is a smell of perfume on it, it is Chanel No. [-] perfume..."

"Sherlock...it's just a gathering of friends." Watson said helplessly.

"Oh? It's just a meeting of friends."

Carol, Carol felt that he was a little bright, as if something was stuffed into his mouth all of a sudden, making him choke a little.

"that……"

……can I go now?The atmosphere here is really strange, Sherlock feels like an unreasonable girlfriend, looking for trouble...

As soon as he made a sound, he broke the strange atmosphere between the two, and Watson looked over: "Carol, are you feeling better?"

"Of course it's fine. Not only is he cured, but he grabbed my gun alive and kicked and broke my wrist." Sherlock answered Watson's words without waiting for Carol to speak.

"I'm sorry, I thought something happened at home..."

"It's okay, this is Sherlock Holmes, how could he put himself in danger." Watson comforted Carol.

Carol nodded, turned around and planned to leave, but Sherlock, who had been showing dislike for him, said, "We are going to investigate the case tomorrow, serial killer, you come together."

Carol hesitated for a moment, but nodded in agreement.

When he hears about serial killers, he unconsciously wants to pay attention. He thinks that Samsara is good at playing. The missions are not released directly. He has to find clues by himself. If he is unlucky, will he never complete it? Mission gone.

Simply excessive.

……

The next morning, it was not yet full light.

Carol got up and went out to buy breakfast, went back to the room and searched 221B Baker Street, and the strange neighbor next door—Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Nothing was found, and, besides, he was being targeted and wanted to follow along his tail. Carol has always been very vigilant and never left any unnecessary traces for people to find him, so the group of tails chased him for a while. After a few laps we went back.

There was only one guy who followed him crazily, and he couldn't get rid of him no matter what. Moreover, that guy seemed to know him very well.

Carol scratched his head, not wanting that man to follow him...

The man seemed to have sensed his resistance, and left him a string of code words.

Carol easily deciphered it——

"It's me, Garcia, are you okay?"

Carol frowned.

Who is Garcia? !Never heard of it, don't know it!

He left a message back with a fierce tone, and hacked the other party's system.

Humph.

Garcia, who didn't work at home, looked at the hacked computer, stalked in one breath, and almost cursed.

Carol didn't recognize her and even fought back!

She reinstalled the system and deciphered that piece of code, and the emotions she was still worried about disappeared in an instant, and she even wanted to 'caring' for this guy——

"I don't know, stay away from me!!!"

Look at those exclamation marks, how strong the tone is!When she finds that guy, she will let him know why the flowers are so red!

After thinking about it angrily for a long time, Garcia, Garcia still left a message to Carol again, as long as he goes online again, he will definitely be able to see it.Now it seems that this guy really lost his memory, right?She was obviously an obedient little angel, but why did she become a grumpy elementary school student? !

Carol turned off the computer, cleaned up the room, and figured out how to make money, when there was a knock on the door.

"Carol, we're going out."

Carol just remembered that he promised last night to go out with Watson and the others to investigate the case.

When he opened the door, he saw Sherlock with an impatient face and Watson with a forgiving face.

He felt himself starting to light up again.

"What kind of case?" he asked.

"There have been cases of six people's bizarre deaths." Watson looked at Carol and said softly. He felt that Carol was very young, so he unconsciously wanted to take care of him, although he was not as harmless as he appeared on the surface.

"Six people, is the police involved in the investigation?" Carol frowned. He thought the world was safe before.

"Those stupid goldfish, the thing growing on their necks seems to be a decoration, what can you tell?" Sherlock opened his mouth, dismissing the police detectives, "Let's go, if we don't do it as soon as possible, we will More people will die."

The three stopped a car, and no one spoke on the road.

In the back row, Sherlock looked at the words on the phone screen, his face darkened several degrees.

What is 'oh my sweet brother, I heard someone beat you up?Or in your own home?Why are you so careless? '

Sherlock didn't speak, but glanced at Carol who was sitting on the co-pilot in the front row, and replied a message, making the popularity on the phone jump.

…Carol Chriss.

He actually knows this person. After all, BAU is also a well-known organization. Every case solved on average in a year is a big case that shocks the outside world. He is actually very interested in those cases, so he also studies them. How did Agent Chris end up in London after the BAU?And... there seems to be something unexpected.

There was a flash of interest in his eyes, and things became more and more interesting, so he decided to take another look.

Anyway, this trouble is Mycroft's business, not Sherlock's.

"arrive."

At the crime scene, Carol got out of the car and reached out to touch his pocket. This subconscious action made him frown. He didn't understand how he became so strange when he was out on a mission this time.

He...couldn't be...forgot something, right?

He has never hesitated to doubt himself, sometimes his mind is unreliable, he knows this well, but when he starts to deceive himself, who else can he trust?Carol suppressed the panic in his eyes, followed Watson and Sherlock, put up the security belt on the scene, and walked in.

"The seventh victim, the same method, only the upper body." An elite man walked out from inside, his eyes flicked across Carol, "Who is this?"

"Hi, I'm Carol Chris and it's..."

"It's Watson's assistant." Sherlock said lightly.

Watson: "..."

He is an assistant himself, what kind of assistant do you want?

Sherlock ignored these people, and he focused on the case. If there was anything in this world that could attract his attention, it would probably be these twists and turns and bizarre crimes, or the secrets hidden in the dark...

"Interesting, John, let's take a look." Watson was called over, and as Watson's assistant, Carol also followed. The female corpse on the ground was only half of her body, cut off from the waist, and her legs were missing. , had apparently been dead for some time, with slight signs of decay.

"The cause of death was meth poisoning," Watson concluded.

Carol nodded: "The scene is very strange, neat and tidy amidst the chaos. The unknown suspect seemed nervous and desperate, but he arranged the corpses very carefully. He was enjoying the process. The corpses were placed with their hands crossed, beside them. There are also a few candles... there may be some religious traces..."

Watson and Sherlock looked at Carol together, and Carol suddenly got stuck at the two pairs of probing eyes.

I... how do I know these things?

Carol began to doubt herself.

"Unknown suspect? Such an official statement? Have you worked in the police station or somewhere?" Watson asked.

Carol shook her head.

His identity, rather, has been wandering on the edge of the law, a gray area, and has never had anything to do with the official.

Watson looked at him suspiciously, but said nothing.Anyway, with Sherlock around, he hasn't seen anyone who can keep his vest.

"This is not a crime scene. This is at best a corpse dumping scene. The remaining half should appear soon. Inspector Greiner, we still have something to do, so let's go first..." Sherlock smiled at the inspector. Laughing, took Watson and Carol and left the scene.

Behind him, the detective patted his forehead helplessly, because he didn't want to emphasize that his name was not Greiner but Greg.

Anyway, there is nothing easy to deal with in the Holmes family.