Mr. Inspector

On a sunny morning, Woodford Avenue, 315A, the entrance of a traditional English-style residential building.

The two parties met unexpectedly.

One of them is a pair of detective partners. The pretentious genius detective and the good-natured military doctor form a wonderful combination.The relationship between them is not shallow, as can be seen from the inseparable figures of the two; the other party is Mr. Inspector and female police detective Donovan who got off the police car. They came here to investigate something——

Coincidentally, so did Sherlock.

Sherlock, who got off the taxi in a hurry, stopped immediately, and after he saw the faces of several people coming towards him, he held his forehead with a headache: "OhGod..." Then he turned around and said complainingly: "Hey , Watson, can't you pick a better day?"

Poor Watson was in a daze for a while before he realized it, and then he replied through gritted teeth, "Sherlock, you decided to come today—"

……

On the other side, the two people in Scotland Yard also saw each other at this time, with different expressions - it took Lestrade a long time to digest the fact that he bumped into Sherlock so coincidentally.Originally, finding out the address of Fitch's cousin's house was a cause for celebration, but now...

He bumped into this bastard in front of him——

Calling in the middle of the night to harass is not counted, and let yourself have a piece of news that hurt the face of Scotland Yard in the newspaper.What's more, this kid hasn't given him an explanation so far.

The more Lestrade thought about it, the angrier he became, so he stepped forward and grabbed Sherlock by the collar in two or three steps, and said in a low voice, "Youbastard!"

Sherlock raised his head and took a few steps back, saying, "Easy, please..."

Donovan, who was following Mr. Inspector, watched the scene silently with the bracelet on his chest, with a subtle smile on his lips.She didn't have any affection for Sherlock, and now she was considered a well-bred comrade of the London police if she didn't follow up and kick him.

Watson on the side shook his head in a familiar way. He knew that Lestrade had a good temper, but anyone who met Sherlock would lose his temper...

It is a miracle that he can survive to this day with such an anti-human character.

At this time, Lestrade slowly loosened the shackles on Sherlock's collar, but still glared at him viciously: "What do you want to do?"

"I..." Sherlock was about to speak when the door of 315A slammed open.

All eyes were on the past. A woman in an orange coat was holding a shovel and looked at the group of uninvited guests in surprise. At the same time, the childish voice of a seven or eight-year-old girl came from the room—— —

"Mommy, is Brian back? Did he bring me blueberry cheese?"

……

Sherlock stretched out his hand to straighten the collar of his windbreaker, and signaled Lestrade with his eyes to explain his intention.

Lestrade had no choice but to take out his police ID from his jacket pocket under the suspicious eyes of the woman, and said in a routine tone: "Hello, ma'am. We are from London Metropolitan Police, and we are here for consultation." Issues."

Sherlock leaned over and gave a friendly smile—of course, in the eyes of children, his friendliness meant that his expression was hideous and terrifying.

After looking at this group of people with different expressions for a long time, the woman opened the door half-believingly.She still didn't feel at ease and asked our inspector: "These two are..."

She was referring, of course, to Sherlock and Watson in civilian clothes.

At this time, Sherlock had already started to move.He walked into the room very skillfully, walked back and forth like a most welcome guest, and at the same time glanced around quickly... the whole person was not at all out of sight.

Lestrade was well aware of Sherlock's character, but at this moment he still had to take the trouble to explain: "He is...a plainclothes detective."

He then looked at Watson, thought for a while and said, "...the detective assistant."

"Fairenough..." Watson nodded, accepting the title.

And the little girl sitting on the dining table beside the living room opened her mouth round at this time, and there was a hard-boiled egg on the spoon before she could swallow it.She was shocked to see the intrusion of this group of people, unable to understand what happened.

"Please wait a moment..." the woman explained to Lestrade, then walked quickly to the little girl, and whispered: "Louise, hurry back to your room, the adults have something to do To discuss..."

"Wait." Sherlock interrupted her suddenly, and then he smiled and looked at the little girl, and said, "Like cheese?"

The little girl with two braids looked at him with wide eyes, and then nodded her head vigorously.

"Oh, I ran into Brian on the road just now, and he said that this morning... oh, the strawberry cheese has been sold out." Sherlock told him with regret.

Watson coughed quietly behind him.God bears witness, the two of them rushed here from Baker Street early in the morning and never met Brian.

The little girl sat up straight when she heard the words, and corrected him with a serious expression—"It's not strawberry cheese! It's blueberry—I really don't understand how you adults can mispronounce such a simple word as blueberry."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows and asked with interest: "Then what does Blake read?"

The little girl frowned, feeling a little troubled in her heart.

The woman quickly stopped her, "Louis—"

"It seems to be 'Mr. President'..."

Lestrade stood aside, frowning and thinking, if he remembers correctly——

Donovan's voice whispered in his ear, reminding him: "It is the nickname of a drug that became popular in London a few years ago. It is a kind of artificially produced drug K2, which is distributed in North American and European markets. Often referred to as 'Blueberry' and 'President'."

As for these relatively unpopular information, except for the police and drug traffickers, ordinary people seldom pay attention to it.

Sherlock stood up straight clearly, looked at the pale woman again, then turned to Lestrade and nodded.

Lestrade understood what he meant, and immediately stopped being polite, and asked directly, "Where is Black?"

The woman smiled stiffly, "I don't understand what you are talking about..."

Sherlock walked to a corner of the living room, picked up a few green branches from the ashtray, closed his eyes and smelled the smell, and then said: "Kat, also known as East African poppy, contains stimulant chemicals Cassie Ketone, the effect after taking it is no different from that of heroin... Ah, I really miss it."

Watson couldn't help but said, "Sherlock!"

Sherlock opened his eyes instantly, and his originally blurred mental state quickly recovered.He resentfully threw that little branch back into the ashtray, feeling depressed.

Lestrade glanced at the terrified woman and the little girl beside him, sighed heavily, and said, "Come with me to Scotland Yard."

……

After returning to Scotland Yard, Donovan couldn't hold back the doubts in his heart, and asked Sherlock, "How did you deduce it?"

Sherlock replied lightly: "Oh, I could smell it as soon as I entered the room... Although it is covered by the fragrance of flowers, I can't forget this smell."

At the end, a nostalgic smile slowly appeared on his face.

Watson was so angry that he pursed the corners of his mouth and stared dryly, then gritted his teeth and muttered, "Sherlock!... You better forget about those damn hobbies!"

……

After about an hour, Lestrade came out of the interrogation room with a tired look on his face.

He looked at the crowd, let out a sigh of relief and said slowly, "I've found out, Brian is Fitch's twin brother, and he's also a drug dealer hiding in London."

Donovan opened his eyes wide in surprise, and said, "So, Fitch is still dead——what you saw outside the church that day was actually his twin brother?"

Lestrade nodded, "No matter what, let's control Brian first."

At this moment, "Ohno..." Sherlock suddenly reacted, and he rushed out with a very ugly expression.

Watson was frightened: "Sherlock, you——!"

He stomped his feet anxiously, and then hurriedly followed.

The figures of the two quickly disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.