Workaholic

[Professor] This title is actually not unfamiliar.

Sherlock searched for the familiar name in his vast and complex memory palace.

No, it's not that, Sherlock threw all the useless information in his mind aside, and then searched out a previously arrested arms dealer from his memory.

this person.

This man once mentioned it when he was in prison.

But the man was dead, the day after he went to jail.

He is not in charge of this case, otherwise he must be vigilant.

Jimmy looked at the man in front of him, his face was a little gloomy. He hadn't had much contact with him, after all, they were people from different worlds, but this Mr. Holmes was indeed very famous among the wanderers like them.

Because the police generally don't pay attention to beggars or singers on the roadside, let alone pay them to inquire about prisoners-the rewards are quite generous.

In the bustling economic zone of London, homeless people must have the ability to observe the situation if they want to survive better.

Like mice, they entered and exited every dirty and hidden street and alley in London. Places that ordinary people would not enter were all shuttled and explored by them in order to survive.

And the place where ordinary people don't pass by is also the place where criminals like to gather.

"Where did you see them?" Mr. Holmes put down his phone and asked the homeless in front of him.

Jimmy quickly called out the name of a place.

The detective narrowed his eyes.

This time, he unabashedly looked at the homeless man in front of him, and then showed a slightly mocking smile.

Just like his usual expression, that kind of nonchalant contempt and pride.

This is the reason why Sherlock is not very popular, because it is too easy to see through others, and he does not hide his arrogance and disdain for his ridiculous behavior.It's like the seemingly sincere and good acting skills of the young man in front of him are full of flaws and extremely clumsy in his eyes.

Like a clown, performing in front of him.

He is still a smuggler who sells|sells|drugs|drugs.Sherlock smelled the familiar smell in the air.

Jimmy stood still, knowing that the detective had guessed something.

But these are not important now, he needs to complete this single business now.

Jimmy shook his hand, and the bleeding wound from the anger before was aching, but it didn't matter anymore.

After completing this single business, everything can be over.

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———————

"Meow." A soft meow rang in my ears, and a gray figure jumped onto the table.

Apparently, this is a well cared for British Shorthair.

The fur is smooth and smooth, and the dim light in the dark room gives a warm color, and the pair of blue eyes look quite beautiful.

There are only sporadic bright spots in the room, and there is a faintly bright screen, illuminating half a pale and gentle face,

The flickering candlelight in the airflow seemed to irritate the cat's eyes, and the pupils stood up, meowing in dissatisfaction.

A well-articulated hand gently stroked the short-haired cat's spine, and the fingers precisely touched the bony place in the soft hair, and the cat's cry became weaker.

"Goodgirl." The long sigh was playful, and the thin man looked at the candlelight that was constantly smoking due to the heat, took out a piece of paper from the side, placed it on it and lightly lit it.

The golden fire light has a faint blue color, burning and dancing like a fire butterfly in the dark room, and the dark ashes flutter and fall, carrying a papery rosin.

There are three screens in front of him, and the man rests one hand on his cheek, looking casually at the two people in a video.

The conversation between the detective and the informer was so clear that he couldn't help but let out a low laugh.

It's hard to tell if it's ridicule, excitement, or both.

The middle-aged man behind him was kneeling on the ground, with a black cloth bag over his head, his hands were handcuffed, and he whimpered meaninglessly.

In a place hidden by shadows, a man came out and took off his hood. The man looked at the man in front of him in horror. He was sweating coldly, as if drowning his whole body.

The "clack-clack" sound from chattering teeth was obviously harsh in the empty room.

The middle-aged man wanted to stop the voice, but it was ineffective, as if he was here now, and there was no possibility of escaping.

The professor's people are all around this room...he can't escape.

The middle-aged man shuddered.

"Johnny Collison."

The man pronounced his name slowly, with a melodious tone.

"Do you know why you're here?"

The middle-aged man was sweating profusely.

"Yes... yes, I know."

He answered hastily.

"Oh? You know." The thin man's tone seemed curious: "Then tell me."

"Professor, I'm sorry..." The man panicked.

- NULL

Futile

The professor played with the tips of the shorthair cat's ears.

"I, I leaked your whereabouts..."

——BORER

Boring

"I didn't expect that kid to be so bold that he would see me quietly following up..."

——Wrong

"Give me a chance, I will definitely—" the middle-aged man was interrupted.

"Shut up, fool."

Moriarty sat on the swivel chair, turned around, and looked at the stupid, unrepentant, useless piece of shit on the ground.

"You have no chance, my poor listener."

"Professor, no, I'm still useful... I can help you kill Sherlock Holmes... That detective, he has been hindering you..." The man's eyes collapsed.

He can, he can kill him, he doesn't want to die! ! !

The middle-aged man did not see the professor's indifferent and mocking expression.Then, the professor snapped his fingers, and the assistant came out from the darkness.

"Professor."

"Burn him," ordered the professor.

The candle was picked up by a nearby assistant, and another re-hooded Johnny and dragged him out of the house.

The room returned to darkness.

Another hour and a freshly baked charred body would be floating on the Thames.

Sherlock will find that the murderer he has been looking for is dead.

and then?

Then what?

Can he find himself?

Or discover new clues?

"Now——is the beginning of our stage."

The professor turned to the nearby screen.

The side faces of the out-of-fit oriental youths who were escaping from the crowd were shown above.

"Let me create a new breakthrough for you."

The author has something to say: I suddenly thought of it when coding

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Anger kills fools, envy kills obsessives

- "Bible" Job 5

PS: By the way...

In fact, my cultural level is not high... If there are any problems, please point them out. Although I may be too lazy to fix them, I will try not to make mistakes next time (serious face)

Suddenly I feel so unbelievable hahaha...

(Please be gentle when taking pictures, bend down, and show your heart)