Workaholic

The Scotland Yard police officer frowned and looked at the boy sitting in the isolation room. The boy was like a puppet, and he would keep quiet no matter what he asked.

"I really annoy these brats the most." A police officer couldn't help but said to a colleague next to him, "They are always stubborn to death, and they always don't know how to admit their mistakes and give in."

"What did he do? Steal? Fight?" the colleague asked.

"Tsk, it's much bigger than that," the policeman twisted his mouth, recalling the previous scene: "A lot of transparent packaging bags were found in this kid's wandering abandoned factory."

"It's all bags for wheels."

"Let me tell you, this kid sells as much as those old guys."

Officer Lestrade looked at the stubborn boy and rubbed his temples with a headache.If this was an adult, they would have tortured him to extract a confession, there is no need to be polite.But this is a minor who is still under the protection of the law.

He glanced at the Scotland Yard special adviser next to him, a tall and straight detective with curly hair.I think the other party is really a master who is too good at finding things.

"You know what you're doing?" Officer Lestrade asked bravely, "Jimmy."

He didn't call the boy by his last name, trying to make himself look more kind and friendly.

The detective next to him sneered.

Most of the time Sherlock's laugh was mocking, and Officer Lestrade muttered a few times to get used to it, and then continued trying to talk to Jimmy.

"Do you have any relatives, or people you are familiar with." Lestrade asked.

There are not many interpersonal relationships shown in the booklet, but the interpersonal relationship of a teenager who can sell such drugs is obviously impossible to be the few lines in the booklet.

The buyers of such items are often long-term, just like everyone has their own circle, and the scope of the circle involved among drug dealers can often catch many unexpected absconders.

"He has." It was Sherlock who answered.

He was standing casually in the corner with his arms folded.

"He has a cohabitant, an oriental man," Sherlock took a look at Lestrade and knew what the other party wanted to do, and said directly: "Don't do that boring thing, you won't find out anything, the other party He came here by smuggling, and he seldom goes out, even if you search all the cameras in London, you may not find a complete picture of him."

"Even if you have his photo, how are you going to find him?"

Officer Lestrade silently put down his hand about to pick up the phone.

"This cohabitant has been around for about a month," Sherlock recalled the clues left in Jimmy's house in his memory: "Chinese, there are Chinese characters written on a few scrap newspapers, young, kind-tempered, very able to work."

"Oh, by the way, the most important point - he is a blind man."

Jimmy looked up.

"Why did he live with you? You helped him, and you have a good impression of him, which means that the other person is not bad-looking, and he is the more conspicuous type you like." Sherlock's tone changed, and he suddenly became aggressive.

"You have possessive and destructive desires for him. At first, you were possessive. If I guessed correctly, you even wanted to keep him by your side, but something made you change your approach, so that you should Wouldn't take the initiative to take Moriarty's order, is it a betrayal? It's about the same nature, he wants to leave you. You have a conflict."

"It was during that explosion that you had a disagreement." Sherlock raised his eyebrows: "You didn't kill him, although you had the idea, did you? I was right." Sherlock continued: " But you can't bear it."

"And now that's the case," Sherlock made a judgment: "Obviously, you care more about him."

"You didn't find him?" Jimmy finally spoke, his voice hoarse and harsh.He turned sideways, and the bench made noise on the floor.

"You let him come to see me."

Jimmy said, "I'll answer whatever he asks."

Lestrade was in the corridor, took out his lighter, and just wanted to light a cigarette.Suddenly remembered something, then glanced at the black-clothed detective next to him, held back for a while, and put the cigarette back.Otherwise, Sherlock would give him a cold face and spread the knowledge about the dangers of giving up nicotine, which would make the brain more stupid, and so on, which he didn't want to know at all.

"What do you want to know?" Sherlock felt strange looking at the hesitant look of the police officer next to him.

"No, I just didn't think of the other party's request..." Lestrade had a weird expression: "It's 'he' instead of 'she'."

"Didn't you see that the other party is unrequited love?" Sherlock said blankly, "You can't even see such an obvious thing. How does Scotland Yard get paid?"

Lestrade: ? ? ?

Lestrade touched his face.

... No, I didn't mean to ask this one.

He just feels weird about things between two men as a male interested in females.

Why bother with Scotland Yard again?How did Scotland Yard offend you?

He looked at Sherlock's attitude of accepting everything well, and inexplicably thought that there had never been a female partner by his side, and suddenly felt a little gritty.

He decided it was better not to ask the question, the fragile Scotland Yard could not afford another round of ridicule.

"Where can I find that cohabitant now?" The camera couldn't capture him at all.

"Don't look for it, he will come back by himself."

A transparent digital version emerges from the darkness.

[Main task 1: Please become the subordinate of a big boss! (completed)】

[Congratulations on earning points (automatically deducted)]

[Main task 10: Complete the duties of a wage earner ([-]% progress)]

[Main task three: Survive. 】

[ps: The tasks are ranked in no particular order. 】

The black-haired young man was sitting on the steps of the stairs. Opposite him was the place where he lived before, but it has been sealed off now.

Scotland Yard would never have imagined that the person he was looking for was sitting opposite him all the time, looking at his system page and listening to what they were making.

He hasn't seen any symbols for nearly half a month, and now Wang Chaohua feels that he can't recognize the rows of Chinese characters appearing in his mind.

"Are you still there? Why haven't you appeared for nearly a month?" If it wasn't for the name of Sherlock Holmes who often appeared in dramas, he would almost have thought that this was a normal, original world.

[If no task is triggered, the system will automatically fall asleep. 】

A cold mechanical voice answered in his mind.

【Who are you?What about my previous system? ] Wang Chaohua's nerves jumped: [This voice doesn't feel right, don't tell me you reset it? 】

[Searching for the best answer for you, please wait a moment....

——I am the accompanying software of Mechanical Life 111, which is equivalent to the artificial intelligence existing in mobile phones.For example, Xiao Ai in the Xiaomi mobile phone in your source world, the robot Xiaobing in the Q|Q software, the chess-playing smart machine AlphaGo, etc., I exist to better serve the executors. 】

Wang Wanghua: What is it? ? ?

I was so shocked for a moment that I didn't know what to say.

San'er also has its own search engine?Still so down-to-earth, very good, niubility.

"You searched the world before me?" The young man swiped the page, thinking of the example given by the other party.

[Yes, but your points are not enough for you to complete a large-scale search.Automatic reminder: Mr. Executor, your points are still in high debt, please pay it off as soon as possible.

--- guessing the question you want to ask: how does the default software know about it?

Answer: Big data statistical analysis is carried out through the language and behavior of the executor and the content collected from the shallow fragment memory of the brain. 】

"San'er... When will 111 wake up?"

[Remaining time to wake up: 24 hours, [-] minutes and [-] seconds. 】

[Complete three main tasks to jump to the world]

With the light screen removed, the black-haired young man stood up from the stairs, leaned on the handrail, carefully descended the stairs, and walked out of the alley, with empty hands and a flat expression, which seemed to be the same as before, except that he had a Moriarty Made it for you.

This is modified in the intruded national system, which means that even the investigation is legal, as long as Moriarty's men are not caught and confess themselves.

Having an ID card means that he has the right to pick up dice.

Moriarty sounded excited when he knew he wanted his ID, as if he already knew what was going to happen next.

"Say hello to Sherlock for me."

Looking at the gate of Scotland Yard, Wang Wanghua thought to himself that a few days ago he had tried his best to think about being sent back to China, but he didn't expect to go to the police station to see the prisoner now.

This is really...

Fuck|egg|ah.

"Hey, captain, that's the boy's companion you're looking for. He's here." A call was made to Lestrade, and the drowsy police officer was startled, got up immediately, and ran away in a hurry past.

Sitting in front of a soundproof glass was a young man in a white shirt and black trousers, with black hair and black eyes, sitting there quietly, giving off a gentle feeling all over his body.

Lestrade slowed down and walked in front of the other party.

A pair of unfocused eyes raised up sensitively, and looked at him precisely.

"Hello, sir." The inspector introduced himself. "I'm G. Lestrade. I'm the person in charge of the case."

He stretched out his hand subconsciously, but realized that the other party couldn't see him, and was about to retract when he was held by the other party.

"Hi, I'm Wang Chaohua, you can call me Danny directly." The young man's voice was gentle with an American accent.

The young man's eyeballs seemed to be turned a little bit, which felt very strange. The police officer was stunned for a while, then turned his direction and looked behind him. The curly-haired detective in black came over at some point.

Can he see it?Lestrade was a little confused.

Mr. Detective has already walked to his side, staring directly at the young man on the chair.

"Much younger than I thought."

Hearing this, the police officer remembered that the other party seemed to be a smuggled person with an American accent.But the pronunciation is not pure in some places, not like a mixed race, and it should not be very long in the world living in the United States.

Officer Lestrade couldn't help asking: "Excuse me, sir... are you 20 years old?"

Wang Chaohua: "..."

Wang Chaohua smiled: "I'm already 25."

Does he look that small?

Lestrade twitched his lips in embarrassment, thinking that it was a good thing he didn't ask the other party if he was eighteen years old, otherwise he would feel like a fool.

Instead, Sherlock's eyes turned around the face of the black-haired youth.

"Do you know the professor?"

Wang Chaohua looked at him, and nodded under Lestrade's surprised gaze.

This person knew, Sherlock frowned slightly, and turned to Lestrade: "Where's Jimmy? Don't you want to meet?"

The police officer yelled something into the walkie-talkie, and the side door of the soundproof glass opened, and two police officers walked in with a teenager, and then went out to close the door.

Jimmy was alone in the room.

Under the white incandescent light, the pair of silver shackles gleamed coldly.

Jimmy looked at the black-haired youth outside the glass window with a strange expression on his face.Like happy, but also like a little malicious.With these twisted things appearing on a teenager, it seems inexplicably uncomfortable.

Jimmy picked up the landline phone on the table.

"You came to see me," Jimmy's tone was quite brisk, as if he had always been like this: "Where have you been? I haven't seen you for three days, and I thought you were gone."

"I didn't leave." The black-haired young man lowered his eyes slightly: "I need to know something."

Jimmy looked greedily at the young man, and the young man's drooping crow feathers cast beautiful arcs under his eyelids: "You mean my bones②?"

"Are you going to tell me?"

The boy stared at Wang Chaohua, he wanted to see if the other party had any other intentions.

Why is he like this?No disgust, horror, confusion, sadness.

"I don't want to know that. Instead of telling me, I think you should just tell the police officer next to me."

The black-haired youth whispered into the microphone: "What I want to know is about the professor, or James Moriarty."

"Now, Jimmy, you know something."

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