Mr. Inspector

The bomb detonated within a minute of Lestrade dragging Roy away from the scene.

The screams at the scene were mixed with gunpowder smoke, and there was chaos.

Roy is an Irishman who currently works in the IT department of Ruinong Company. He is responsible for repairing computers and teaching the girls on the fifth floor of the company to turn them on and off.He was very moved by Lestrade's sacrifice to save himself, two tears were forced out of his dark blue eyes, and he said that he must go to the inspector's house to help him change a high-resolution monitor.

Mr. Inspector politely declined in embarrassment.

The kind-hearted Irishman had a flash of inspiration and thought of a genius way to repay him-"Why don't you run to the bomb side next time, and I'll come to rescue you too?"

Colleague, skeletal engineering man, Afro Moss praised, "It's very fair." His accent is unique, with electronic-like synthetic sound effects.

Roy and he work in an IT department, and if you add Jane, who doesn't understand computers, there are only three people in the whole department.And their office is located in the basement of the company, which is almost isolated from the outside world. In this situation where no one communicates on weekdays, it is estimated that they have been mad for a long time, so their thinking mode is a whole Pacific Ocean different from ordinary people.

Even Jane, who is most like a normal person, is looking at Mr. Inspector with staring eyes at this moment, hoping that he will come to save her once.

Lestrade turned around and left, absolutely not giving them this chance.

Before he ran away, he thought about it and sent a text message to McCoff.

[No casualties at the scene]

As for the meaning contained in it... just experience it yourself.

Due to the turmoil of the bombing incident, Lestrade failed to rush to Baker Street, which was several blocks away from here, in time, so he also missed introducing Captain Watson to the cohabitant who would share the rent with him—and what he said The gentlemanly consultant detective also happened to be out on business.

Watson had no choice but to visit the apartment where Sherlock lived for half a month under the guidance of the landlord, Mrs. Hudson. As soon as he stepped up to the second floor, he was choked by the lingering smell of smoke, and he frowned and coughed several times.Mrs. Hudson hastily opened the curtain of the south-facing window in the living room, and the light penetrated in at once, illuminating the whole room. While complaining softly about Sherlock's sloppiness, she stretched out her hand and pushed open the glass window.

The smell of smoke gradually dissipated, and the apartment that was originally in the dark was completely displayed in front of them - a dark red woven carpet was laid on the gray-blue floor, and two sofas were placed near the fireplace , the left wall is pasted with black carved wallpaper, and there are several strange holes on it.

The most eye-catching thing is the glass fish tank on the coffee table. There are several dead and floating goldfish on the water surface, and there is a strange turtle at the bottom of the water.

"Thank God, he still knows how to clean it anyway." Mrs. Hudson relaxed a little, and then said politely to Watson: "You can sit on the sofa for a while, sir, I think Sherlock is very happy." Will be back soon."

Heeding the advice of the landlady, Watson walked to the sofa closest to him, then took off the hat on his head, and leaned the crutches on the coffee table, "Has he always been this busy? ——Oh, I wish I What was asked was not a matter of privacy."

"It's too busy, I don't see Sherlock a few times a day." Mrs. Hudson echoed and walked to another room, hoping to find something for guests in Sherlock's refrigerator.

After sitting on the sofa and looking around casually, Watson noticed the clippings of newspapers and magazines on the entire opposite wall. When he touched his crutches and wanted to take a closer look, Mrs. Hudson's Screams came from the kitchen.

He hurried to the scene of the incident, but saw Mrs. Hudson closing the refrigerator door in shock, and then raised her hands in mid-air, not knowing where to put them.

"What's the matter?" Watson asked standing at the door.

"No, nothing. I'm going to find some ingredients from the refrigerator to make a hot drink..." Mrs. Hudson barely maintained a smile, "It's a pity to find that there is nothing in it."

After she finished saying this, she hurriedly bypassed Watson and returned to the living room.

After staring at the refrigerator suspiciously for a few more times, Watson had no choice but to follow her back to the original room on crutches. "May I take the liberty to ask how the rent is calculated?" He struggled for a while, but still asked the question he had always wanted to ask.

"Don't worry about it, the price is definitely the best deal on Baker Street." Seeing him take the initiative to change the subject, Mrs. Hudson secretly breathed a sigh of relief and cursed Sherlock a few times in her heart, but on the surface she still In a friendly voice, "I only charge Sherlock three hundred pounds a month. As for how you share it equally, it's not my business... To be honest, I'm also very happy to see that Sherlock has a good roommate. After all, two young people Living together also depends on each other.”

This price made Watson feel unbelievable, so that he temporarily ignored the landlady's last words and ambiguous smile, "If I heard correctly, you said it was three hundred pounds a month?"

——God, this is the center of Westminster City, even if it costs three hundred pounds a week, it will be rented out.

Mrs. Hudson confirmed again: "The main reason is to thank Sherlock for solving the problem of my husband's death penalty. You know, I was still worried that the evidence at that time was not enough to sentence him to death..."

Although it was different from what he was thinking, Watson still nodded to show that he understood.Even if he hasn't seen Sherlock himself yet, the price alone is enough for him to choose to live here.

"Then I'll go back and pack some clothes..."

"Okay, I will explain the situation to Sherlock when he comes back." Mrs. Hudson promised with a smile.

Shaking his head to put aside the doubts in his heart, Watson grabbed his crutches, made a brief gesture to the landlady, and left.

……

After a while, Sherlock, who came back from whipping the corpse, opened the door of his apartment refreshed, and then saw a landlady with a bad face.

"What's with that organ in the refrigerator?" Mrs. Hudson asked with a pale face.

She still didn't dare to point out the head directly.

Sherlock glanced at her face and understood, "Has my cohabitant come to see?"

He didn't bother to solve her question at all, he strode up the stairs to the second floor with his hands in his trouser pockets, and then stood still at the entrance of the stairs.

Looking at the sofa made by Watson, Sherlock said clearly: "Ah, obviously I have been here before."

Mrs. Hudson followed behind him, persistently asking the question just now, "The things in the refrigerator... Tell me, Sherlock, you didn't kill anyone, did you?"

Continuing to ignore her question, Sherlock went straight to the coffee table next to the sofa, picked up the hat left by Watson, looked carefully at it and asked, "His name?"

"What?" The landlady couldn't respond for a while.

"The man's name?"

"John H. Watson."

After tossing the hat in his hand, Sherlock sat down on the sofa. He saw the open glass window next to him, but he didn't bother to get up to close it.

He'd already deduced enough useful information from the hat... now let's hope the man wasn't too boring.