Wake up every day as a superhero

Sherlock Holmes divides people into three categories, himself, the nasty Mycroft, and the goldfish.Unfortunately, Lestrade belongs to the ranks of goldfish. To Sherlock, goldfish are low-intelligence and even have a seven-second memory... Stupid, forgive him for using this word, but he can't find anything else adjective.

But sometimes Lestrade will still exceed some Sherlock's imagination, just like now, Sherlock is only seen through by Mycroft who calls that guy his brother, and he has to admit that in some respects Kauf was indeed smarter than himself.

But with the exception of Mycroft, it never occurred to him that he would be seen through by a goldfish.

Lestrade wanted to cover his ears, because Sherlock was so loud, and his mind was always active, thinking about how he could see through what he was thinking.

"Sherlock, stop your thinking, you're disturbing me."

Sherlock's voice stopped abruptly at this moment, and then Lestrade's mind was filled with question marks, and it was good that this was the first time in the long time he had known Sherlock that he had scared the man.

Of course Sherlock was terrified, he didn't know what had happened to Lestrade this weekend, but it was obvious that he had really evolved completely.He was able to see right through him, and also read what he was thinking, which was... so funny!

"Okay, now tell me what you came to see me for!"

Lestrade upset Sherlock on purpose, because he was worried that Sherlock would see through him, after all, he might not have looked bright before.

"This is changing the subject. The inspector must have some ulterior secret, so he is changing the subject. Interesting! This can be given an eight."

Sherlock won't be interested in anything below seven points, but now he has scored an eight points on Inspector Lestrade's "evolution" incident, which really makes him feel interesting, and now he has something he wants to explore *.

Lestrade twitched his mouth when he heard Sherlock's voice in his head, why did he feel that he had done something wrong, that he actually attracted the attention of the little bastard Sherlock? !

"I just came to see you."

Sherlock smiled and showed his white teeth. In fact, he didn't come here because of this incident at first. He originally wanted to ask if there was any interesting case. Who knew that he discovered the evolved Lacey Inspector Trade, this is more interesting than the case.

He is with Lestrade today.

Lestrade decided not to say anything, because it was obvious that his situation was full of words and mistakes.

"Ahem, thank you then."

He forced himself to smile, and when Lestrade didn't know how to get rid of Sherlock, the detectives in the interrogation room temporarily saved him.

The young detective waved to Lestrade, indicating that the suspect was about to speak. It seemed that Lestrade had temporarily gained the upper hand in this psychological battle.

"The murderer? Eddie Samuel, I think."

Lestrade gritted his teeth when the little bastard called out the suspect's name accurately. He swore that Sherlock must have deliberately not recorded his name.

"I want to participate in the interrogation too." Sherlock seemed to take it for granted, telling Lestrade that you can't refuse, and by the way, Sherlock added in his heart, "This way we can observe... Gray gone."

"one more time."

"what?"

Sherlock thought that he might have an auditory hallucination, otherwise why would Lestrade suddenly say again, but Lestrade immediately waved his hand, "Sorry, you can't participate in Sherlock, this is the job of Scotland Yard. "

Sherlock looked at Lestrade, and Lestrade also looked at Sherlock. After 1 minute, Lestrade was defeated because Sherlock was so noisy that he wanted to punch Xia Locke directly. Locke let him faint.

"I can let you in, but Sherlock don't say anything and don't think!"

"Ok!"

Sherlock seemed obediently agreed, "As long as you get in, you can't drive me out, and I can help. Scotland Yard is full of idiots, but it's just a criminal suspect Can't do it."

At this moment Lestrade regretted his decision to let Sherlock into the interrogation room.

Sitting on the chair in the interrogation room again, Lestrade looked at Eddie Samuel, who was obviously nervous, and said, "Okay, now do you have anything to say?"

"This person must be trying to get something out of my mouth? He doesn't necessarily know anything."

He thought so, if it was Lestrade in normal times, he might be deceived, but today's Lestrade is different, he can hear the thoughts of men today, so this man named Eddie Samuel It was impossible to fool him.

"Maybe I know more than you think."

Lestrade said so.

Eddie's face became even more gloomy, especially after seeing Sherlock sitting over there, he knew this person, it was this guy who suddenly broke into his home and pointed out that he was the murderer.

"You're thinking about how to cheat me out of how much I know. I can only say that I imagined more than you imagined. You can't fool me."

That Eddie was pissed off by Lestrade. He had never been seen through like this. The guy seemed to know everything and was confident.

"You bastard—"

Sherlock sat in the back and watched with relish. When Lestrade analyzed Eddie Samuel, Sherlock was also thinking about Lestrade. He was thinking about the possibility of Lestrade suddenly becoming smart. , or how likely it is that he was pretending before.

Lestrade now has two voices in his head, one is Sherlock's and the other is the suspect named Eddie.The two voices appeared alternately in his mind, and the noisy Lestrade couldn't help frowning.

But he held back his own frown*, and he tried to look... in good shape.

"So how about we talk about some of the victims?"

Lestrade no longer needs to look at the documents in front of him to remember everything, even every detail in these cases. In his eyes, the man in front of him is a lunatic. In Lestrade's eyes there were only children, who had just grown up.

"Louis Bruce, male, 18 years old."

Louis Bruce, when the name appeared, the appearance of the child he killed first appeared in Eddie Samuel's mind, a timid-looking child, thin and pale, but his cry was It was much worse than his appearance, he liked the boy's yelling when he whipped him, and even more liked the boy's begging for mercy when he said he wanted to gouge out his eyes.

"All the white shirts were dyed blood red. This is the first time you know that so much blood can flow from a thin body."

Lestrade glanced at the man and said what was on his mind.

"You left thirteen knives on that boy because you thought he was a sinful existence because he liked the same sex."

Sherlock opened his mouth at this time. At the beginning, he didn't think about this aspect. He thought that the murderer would pick the victim at random. This is a common problem of serial killers. They are different from ordinary murderers. Ordinary murderers They all kill people around them, but serial killers are random and they have deep uncertainty, which is why Sherlock was excited about this case in the first place.

"Yes, that is a sin."

The man roared in his heart after hearing Sherlock's words.

At this time Lestrade slapped the table, "You think you are God, but you are nothing but a clown."

Although serial killers are random when choosing their victims, there are still some similarities in the end, just like when Eddie chooses those victims, he will choose children who have just grown up, and they have some small flaws, such as Likes the same sex, such as jealousy or... rage.

He put himself on the commanding heights, and he also published his remarks on the Internet. Maybe he eliminated all the evidence, but he couldn't resist his desire to show off. There is a strong self-confidence in their ability and self, which is a manifestation of the evil of human nature. In order to satisfy themselves and highlight their differences, they will always do some irrational behaviors.

So it's easy to catch/catch him, you just need to find a breakthrough point, his confidence in himself looks so stupid now.

"You think you're smart."

"From a young age, you think that you are different, you are perfect, and you even look down on other children."

"But the facts have dealt you a big blow. You failed academically. Let me think that you should have lost to someone who didn't seem so perfect."

"Tom? Is that the name? You know remember him now."

Sherlock and Lestrade thoroughly analyzed this man named Eddie Samuel in one sentence, but Sherlock used the deductive method and Lestrade heard what Eddie thought, because People need to think, and Eddie's brain is always spinning after Sherlock says a word.

An hour later the man finally pleaded guilty. He stood naked in front of Lestrade and Sherlock as if he had been stripped of his coat. They saw through him completely and took off him. A protective layer of self-righteousness.

After coming out of the interrogation room, Lestrade rubbed his cheeks with his hands. I have to say that the work of interrogation is still very tiring, especially when other people's thoughts can't stop getting into your mind.Lestrade raised his hand and looked at the time. It was almost time for his lunch break. It seemed that he really stayed in the interrogation room for a long time.

He turned his head and glanced at the guy following him, and sighed softly. Sherlock's brain told him not to try to abandon him. He has already followed Lestrade today, and no one can stop him, and no one can stop him. It can't stop him, who knows that this guy also has an omnipotent brother who protects his shortcomings, that... big bastard.

"Well, my dear Mr. Sherlock Bastard Holmes, whether you want to follow me or not, you need to eat now. Come on! I treat you to dinner."

In any case, Lestrade needs to take care of the little bastard's body, who told him that he now belongs to the guardian of Sherlock Holmes.

Lestrade always thought that he would get through this Monday easily, but it turns out that there is always something happening in this London, every minute, every second, is like Lestrade sitting in a restaurant Sometimes, he can always encounter some things that sound incredible.

He heard a broken voice.

"Mycroft Holmes... [-]:[-] p.m., bomb, sniper..."

"oh my god..."

How much he wished that what he heard was an auditory hallucination, but it was a pity that the voice still appeared intermittently, reminding him that it was true.

Someone's going to assassinate the little bastard's brother, the big bastard? !