Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

London's winter is bitterly cold, and the rainy weather rarely sees the sun once in a while. Even if there is a little bit of warmth occasionally, it may not wait for a moment to enjoy it, but the drizzle is dripping down in a blink of an eye.

The wind screamed and passed through the glass windows, making a "ping-pong" sound, probably because the flower pots next door were blown off by the wind, and the consulting detective at 221B Baker Street yelled "Boring" rummaging through the boxes and cabinets, and was caught by the sleep-deprived cohabitants. Throw the pillow over your face.

"Case! I need a case!" Sherlock flipped through the newspaper, sneered and exposed the politician's lies. Seeing him like this, as his cohabitant, former military doctor John Watson knew that if this went on, they The poor walls will soon be under a relentless onslaught of bullets again.

But now he is so sleepy that he can't even open his eyes, and all he can think about is wrapping the blanket on his head and falling asleep, and he doesn't have the slightest energy to smooth the hair of the tantrum cohabitant.

"Sherlock, if you're bored, go find Lestrade or something else, let me have a good sleep." He curled up and stuffed his head into the pillow, and fell asleep without even hearing the response from the resident .

Yesterday he was on night shift at the clinic, and he ran into a fight in a nearby bar. There were so many emergency visits that night that he couldn't help himself. By the time the last patient was bandaged, it was already dawn.

"The good detective is busy writing his year-end summary. Obviously, he is going to use his small achievements to win some bonuses, and take that little money to prepare... ha... surprise." Sherlock said Curling his lips, he casually revealed the little secret that the good detective of Scotland Yard had tried hard to hide for a long time, "Actually, as long as he puts himself in a bow tie, that fat man will be happy to voluntarily cancel the cookies for the next month. Mycroft is balablabala "

After a long speech, consult the detective for the final summary: "Love, Boring! Boring! John! Where's my cigarette? John!"

"That's enough Sherlock!" Just fell asleep and was forcibly woken up, the former military doctor endured with all his veins not to smash the cup on the table at Sherlock's high cheekbones - it would definitely hurt.

"Just an hour, go to Mr. Mycroft or anyone else, and let me get some sleep!"

"You sleep now and you won't be able to sleep at night. It's a vicious cycle, and then tomorrow you—" The detective consulted the remaining half of the sentence and swallowed it wisely after seeing the teacup ready to go in the good military doctor's hand, blinking Blink turned his gaze to Mr. Skull on the fireplace.

Goldfish are really troublesome, aren't they?He pursed his mouth, trying his best to ignore the unhappiness and small grievances that John ignored.

Now he can take the opportunity to do something that John usually prohibits, such as taking out the cigarettes hidden in Mr. Skull, enjoying the stimulation of nicotine to the brain, or going to the street to get a little medical heroin, 7% concentration That's enough, he can always get what he wants.

It's been six days since he's been out of case No. 20, and the boredom is driving the consulting detective crazy.

In fact, he knows very well that there will be no peace these days. Although London seems to be very peaceful, there are so few cases that Lestrade starts to go to work and secretly send messages to Mycroft-you can tell by pressing the button on the detective's mobile phone, but The consulting detective can use Mr. Lagrange, the head of the refrigerator, to swear that Mycroft must be planning something that he can't let him know. Of course, it is not the ring that was secretly bought for the detective, but something more important.

Not only Mycroft, but also someone else is also planning something. Under the calm waters of London, there are turbulent undercurrents. Only the goldfish military doctor and detective with an empty head on the sofa will be very pleased with the declining crime rate in London, thinking that those At the same time, the criminals found their consciences and repented.

While communicating enthusiastically with Mr. Skull through his eyes, Sherlock was thinking about how to pry into the little secret his brother tried to hide. The life was so boring that he wanted to take the initiative to meddle in Mycroft's affairs.

Mycroft did hide some things from his younger brother, not only that, but now he is a little distressed, because the spider-like Professor Moriaty, who had been dormant for a long time, did it himself for the first time, and invited the guests he wanted to invite one step ahead of him, so that he had to give up and A good inspector's day off lunch to clean up the mess for his subordinates who are not doing well.

Letting a group of goldfish deal with Moriaty didn't surprise him much.

He's just curious about Moriaty's reason for getting involved.

That's right, not only Moriaty is interested in Hotch and Wu Cong, but the British government is also interested in them.

The reason is probably the strange talk that has appeared recently.

"It's been a tiring journey all the way, you two have worked hard." As soon as the plane landed, Wu Cong and Hotch were welcomed into a small black car, and the British government who had intercepted Moriaty Hu in time sat in the car.

He didn't talk nonsense, and directly talked about the reason for the matter.

——There is a tourist, for the sake of safety, let’s call him A for the time being. This Mr. A is a traveling salesman. He is an upright man who travels to and from major cities in Europe every day, and sometimes he arrives at the destination very late. up.

That day was such a day. When he arrived in the city, the pointer on the watch was almost pointing to twelve o'clock. This was just a small station, and there were no taxis waiting outside, so he had no choice but to walk in the dark to the bus station one kilometer away. Small hotel shelter.

It was very dark, so dark that he couldn't see his fingers. He carried his suit and briefcase, secretly complaining that the newly bought shoes under his feet didn't fit. Went to a place never seen before.

The door is a tall wooden door with an oriental style. There are two lifelike stone lions lying on the door. The lanterns painted with golden flowers are bright and sway with the wind, giving off a warm glow.There are long walls stretching out on both sides of the door, and you can’t see the edge at a glance. He glanced back, the road he came on was dark and long, and his toes hurt from the ill-fitting leather shoes. It took him a little time to hesitate. , The door opened with a creak, and two young girls, who were quite delicate and beautiful even from the perspective of a Westerner, came out. They were dressed in clothes that only ancient people would wear, chattering around him and asking something.

Mr. A couldn't understand what they were talking about, but the voices of the two girls were really nice, so nice that he couldn't help but his mind went blank, and he was dragged into the gate in a daze.

The gate is also a typical oriental style building. The carved beams and painted buildings are intriguing, and the various exquisite decorations make him dizzy. Two girls lead him to an archway decorated with precious stones in the shape of pendant flowers. There are two more beautiful The two pairs of hands resting on his shoulders were like works of art, and people couldn't even think of throwing them away, so he was dragged into the archway, where even the road on the ground was paved with white jade. That's right, all kinds of rare flowers and plants that he had never seen before exuded strange aromas, making him dizzy as if he was drunk.

At the end of the Baiyu path is a small pavilion in the middle of the lake, surrounded by clear lake water, from time to time you can see a colorful koi passing leisurely, surrounded by tulle, changing with the angle of the five-color streamer .

The person sitting in the pavilion should be the owner here. It was a very young man, also wearing clothes that ancient people would wear, and said to him with a smile. The beautiful woman in front of him poured wine and vegetables for him with a coquettish smile, and the fragrance of the woman made him ecstatic.

After drinking a few glasses of wine, the young man raised his hand and patted it, and saw a platform raised in the middle of the lake, the sound of music came from nowhere, and a woman in a red dress waved her long sleeves and danced lightly , I can't see the face clearly, but just looking at the figure is already fascinated, guessing that she must be a beautiful woman who is all over the country.

Mr. A spent a dreamlike night. After eating and drinking, the host arranged a room for him to rest. The soft pillow on the high bed also had a strong aroma. Mr. A fell asleep in a daze for an unknown period of time , As soon as I woke up, I felt that I should say goodbye to the master.

"What time is it?" he asked a girl standing outside the door, "Can you show me my watch?"

The girl turned her head to look at him, her strange eyes made his back feel cold, before he could speak, she suddenly turned around and ran away, he hurried to chase, running, he felt out of breath, He couldn't use his legs, and gradually lost his way. At some point, the air was filled with fog, and soon he couldn't see anything.

When he ran out of the mist, his eyes suddenly went dark. He stepped into the wet pool after the rain. Looking around, it was still the dark suburban road in the middle of the night. The courtyard and the girl all seemed to be his hallucinations.

He felt extremely tired, his throat was so itchy, he couldn't help covering his mouth and coughing twice, when he bent down, he saw his appearance reflected in the pool, his eyes were blue and black, his cheeks were sunken, his hair grew to his waist, gray and dry He looked like he was more than ten years old and withered, and he almost couldn't get up after bending down.

At this moment, the watch in his hand had just pointed to twelve o'clock.

Experiences like Mr. A's happened very frequently during this period. The government looked at the oriental elements in the testimonies of the victims and found the Chinese Office of Special Affairs in Europe.

Under normal circumstances, they would not easily go to those warlocks in the East. The magic of the East is too mysterious and terrifying to them. For unfamiliar fields, it is better for them to keep a respectful distance from them.

The Chinese side was very straightforward, and quickly asked someone to take a look, saying that it was indeed some kind of Chinese magic, but they couldn't solve it because it was too advanced, so they had to find the old (lao) seniors (bu) in China (si) ), the first recommendation was Wu Cong who was far away in the United States at that time.

After listening to Mycroft's story, Wu Cong looked at the reconstructed scene based on the victim's description, stroked the blurred word "Chong Er" on the door plaque in the portrait, and sighed softly.

Should he be happy or have a headache.

The second garden of insects, taking the meaning of boundless wind and moon, is a separate courtyard that he drew casually when he was bored in the past.

Yes, the other courtyard that was drawn.

Sprinkle gold and paint dragon's blood ink on it, and paint the prosperous and prosperous scene, which never sleeps in the south of the Yangtze River.

That painting collection should have been buried with him, but it was never found (didn't look for) after it was stolen, and it turned out to have flowed to England.

Wu Cong rubbed his chin and thought about it. Drawings are not expensive things, and they are not very useful. They are purely drawn as gadgets to coax children, but it is not easy to activate them. If it can be done... maybe... Which one escaped from the monsters and sprites?

When he was thinking this way, Hotch's cell phone rang suddenly, and an unfamiliar number was displayed on the screen.

Picking it up, there was a young man's voice on the other side.

"Thank you, you two have come from afar."

It's Moriaty.

He stated his intentions even more directly than Mycroft.

"My loyal and friendly subordinate Sebastian Moran has been trapped in the illusion for almost a month. I hope I can rescue him."

"I'm willing to pay you anything you want for this."

Contacting Wu Cong and Hotch is also a helpless move for Moriaty. He is smart enough to play tricks on wizards and win over Wesson. There is no other way to change the way of life, or to blast it forcibly.

That's right, Moriaty was the one who ended up docking his tail to survive.