Mr. Inspector

A British textbook should have written about the chemical reaction that happens when a self-righteous fool meets a pretentious smart guy. If not, remember to add it as a reminder.

The serious crime investigation team's office was filled with a tense atmosphere. Lestrade sat on his office chair with his legs crossed, his hands crossed on his chest, and he looked at the two in front of him with quite a headache.

Oh no, it should be the three of them... plus the words of Donovan, whose face was so red that he was about to explode on the spot—just now, she was mercilessly pointed out by Sherlock for having an extramarital affair, which is very important for a married lady It's a complete humiliation.In the blink of an eye, the inspector lowered his head to look at a Times newspaper on the desk, and covered his ears as if he didn't hear it.

The person involved has not realized that there is anything wrong with his behavior, but just scanned the pile of files on his own, his brain is running fast, and he is using both hands to find useful information for him. By the way, Mr. Inspector My desk is a mess.

The inspector didn't stop him, just coughed and turned back a page of the newspaper.

"Freak." Donovan couldn't stand his indifference, dropped a sentence with red eyes, and hurried away with the document in his arms.

"Thank you for the compliment." Sherlock replied without looking sideways.

Lestrade rubbed his temples.

Edman, as another Scotland Yard agent present, was also reasoned and deduced by Sherlock in less than ten seconds just now, but he still refused to give up and argued, "Everything is just It’s just your conjecture, why do you think we caught the wrong person? There is no evidence at all, just read a few ridiculous reasoning books, and have no orthodox training at all. I dare to conclude that you haven’t even observed the scene carefully. .”

"Then what about you, Mr. Detective who has received orthodox training, may I ask how many people can be seated in the car that exploded?" Sherlock retorted without raising his head.

"What does this have to do with the case?" Edman reached out and touched his nose, laughing angrily at his words.

"According to the monitoring, there were not many people in the subway station on the day of the explosion. The ten people who died could have sat in two carriages, but they would rather stand and squeeze into the same carriage. This shows that some of them must have ulterior motives." If the culprit is really Barnett, do you think they would listen to an 'enemy'?" Sherlock finished speaking in one go, and then continued to rummage through the information, frowning and complaining, "Damn it, Lestrade, can't you organize these files properly?"

Lestrade looked at his desk that had been turned over in a mess, and his hands shook with anger, "Fuckinghell!" The newspaper in his hand also rattled a few times.

After listening to Sherlock's long speech, Edman stood still and digested for a while, then opened his mouth and finally choked out a sentence, "You mean the criminal is one of the ten people who died, and he himself Did you die in the explosion... Killing someone but putting yourself in it, how can there be such a stupid person?"

Lestrade turned his gaze from the Times to his face in surprise.

Sherlock also stopped the movement of his hands when he heard the words, and raised his head in disbelief.

Edman looked at them blankly, not knowing why.

"Ohmy..." Sherlock seemed to be shocked by his IQ. After closing his eyes and calming down for a while, he opened them and looked at him and said loudly impatiently, "It's a party! A party! Not ten people who attended their party A person and another employee were also mixed in, but the surveillance cameras of several carriages had been destroyed in the explosion, and there was no trace of him in the surveillance cameras at the subway station.”

Lestrade suggested: "Then why don't we check each station one by one?"

Sherlock shook his head in disapproval, and directly denied the proposal, "No. It's winter now, and almost everyone is wrapping themselves in heavy coats, and some of them are wearing masks, so it's hard to tell the difference."

"Oh, okay." Lestrade shrugged, "Then what do you say?"

As soon as the words fell, a big detective walked in from outside the office, and saw Sherlock who didn't belong here at a glance.He went straight to Sherlock, the shadow cast by his huge body completely covered the latter, and then accused with anger in his voice: "I heard what happened here just now, sir, please apologize to Donovan immediately. "

Edman found a chair and sat down as if watching a good show.

"I refuse to apologize unless the deduction is wrong." Sherlock stood up straight after saying this, then quickly looked at the person in front of him, and then raised his eyebrows slightly as if he had discovered something, "So ..."

Lestrade immediately noticed something was wrong, quickly put down the newspaper in his hand, and stopped him: "Sherlock, wait a minute—"

"Are you the lover neighbor?"

He actually said it... Lestrade put his hands on his forehead helplessly, and let out a long sigh in his heart.

Edman opened his eyes wide in surprise, as if he had discovered something extraordinary, but——

"Wait, how do you know they're neighbors?"

The big detective named Simon, who had just joined Scotland Yard this year under the introduction of Donovan, turned livid after being exposed by Sherlock, gritted his teeth and growled, "Shut up, I can tell you You slander."

"It's very simple, look at their shoes." Sherlock ignored the warning from the man in front of him, and answered Edman's question, and showed his reasoning and deduction process by the way, "There is a little bit of wet cement on them. , as far as I know, only a section of Malton Road in the whole of London has been under construction recently."

Edman asked again: "Then why—"

"Ring." Sherlock replied bluntly.

Simon's left hand stiffened for a moment, and Edman looked over curiously upon hearing this, and indeed saw a couple ring that was exactly the same style as the one Donovan was wearing.

"Fuck! What does this mean?" Simon tugged at Sherlock's collar angrily, "Now, you fucking get out of here immediately. If it wasn't for this police uniform, I would beat you up here You don't even know your mother."

Sherlock stared at him sullenly, unmoved.

"Let go of him!" Lestrade finally remembered his status as the boss, he stood up at the right time and reprimanded coldly, "Go back to work!"

After hearing this, Simon clenched his fists tightly, and finally let go of the restraint on Sherlock's collar obediently. He gave the latter a hard look, stretched out his fingers and nodded at him as if threatening, and then turned around. leave.

Sherlock adjusted the collar of his windbreaker expressionlessly, and then asked the inspector, "Can I take these back?"

Lestrade hesitated for a moment, but when he thought about the progress of the case, he gritted his teeth and agreed, "Okay. But you have to tell me the address of your residence."

Sherlock said his own address without hesitation, "221B Baker Street, welcome any new cases." He simply sorted out the documents on the table.

"Remember to let me know if there is any progress in this case." Lestrade couldn't help reminding him.

"Yes, I understand. By the way, I need to meet with Barnett."

"Okay, I'll arrange it."

Edman raised his hand and interjected, "Well, can I watch?"

"No." Sherlock refused.

The inspector could only shake his head towards Edman, he subconsciously felt that Edman's side would be a little... hindered.

—Ahem, a moment of silence for our Agent Edman!