Several ordinary people who hadn't guessed it at all were silent for a moment, and skipped this sentence without hesitation.

Sherlock turned his gaze to Bruce again. "Mr. Holmes," his female companion, who had never been around, pulled him suddenly, "My husband——"

Sherlock lowered his head and glanced at her, his originally excited eyes turned gray under the light, making him look sleepy.

"Oh, a boring case." As he said, he still looked back at Bruce, and said, "I'll come back to you." He left in a hurry with his female companion.

Only four people remained.

"I won't stay here anymore, Bruce." Adelaide stood up, he didn't seem to care that his plan was exposed by Sherlock, and he maintained a polite demeanor in front of others, "Looking forward See you next time."

Bruce bid him goodbye as well.He wasn't too worried about whether something was going to happen to Dawn.Although Dawn always said that those bodyguards were meaningless, Bruce was well-trained who had seen Dawn's bodyguards.What's more, even if something really happened, with Dawn's ability, it shouldn't be difficult to get out.

Besides, it is impossible for Adelaide to put Dawn's life in danger.His purpose is to become Solan's right-hand man, and once Dawn is not in power, Solan's adopted son status will become a big problem.Even for Solan, it is impossible for Adelaide to joke about Dawn's life.

Carl.Letterman noticed Bruce's gaze, turned around and had a conversation with his wife, and the two walked over.

"Just introduced myself. I'm Carl Letterman," he said. "This is my wife, Zoe."

"Hello." Zooey reached out to Bruce, and the two shook hands lightly, "Please don't mind my husband interrupting suddenly, he just has a little occupational disease."

Bruce smiled: "Of course, it's understandable. I'm Bruce Warner. It's a pleasure to meet such a charming lady today."

Bruce turned to Letterman with just a few words of politeness.In all fairness, he was more interested in Sherlock and Letterman who broke Adelaide's lies than women.

Sherlock had reasoned to explain his conclusions.Those observations and inferences seem simple, but if Bruce does it himself, there will still be some omissions.

Therefore, even though the young man's last sentence was quite offensive, none of the people present refuted it - the other party's ability was there.Sherlock has indeed proved his ability with his performance, and others, even if they are dissatisfied, can only attribute it to the eccentricity of genius.

Listening to Letterman's question before, the method used by the other party and Sherlock is not the same, which makes people even more curious.

"I don't know what kind of occupation Mr. Letterman is engaged in?" He asked with interest.

"I study psychology," the man said, "mainly identifying people's emotions through micro-expressions... For example, Blue. Warner is not your real name, is it?"

A moment of shock flashed across Bruce's face.

The only thing he has when he wakes up is the memory of his own name.And Blue was just a pseudonym he made up out of expediency at that time, but because the pronunciation was very similar to his real name, even Dawn didn't realize that it was not his real name, and he didn't expect to be pointed out by a stranger here.

"Surprised?" Letterman laughed, something akin to smugness flashing in his green eyes. "You tilt your head slightly when you say your name. It's not obvious, but I tend to think it's an incomplete head shake. Shaking your head slightly while saying an affirmation usually indicates that a person is not I don’t agree with what I said, so I judge that you are using a fake name.”

"Amazing," Bruce admits. "I'm actually surprised. You're the first person I remember to find out that Blue isn't my real name."

Letterman is clearly quite proud of this.But he still shook his head: "I shouldn't be the first one, the previous Sherlock. Mr. Holmes probably knows that you didn't use your real name."

Speaking of Sherlock, both of them couldn't help but glanced in the direction the man was leaving.Among the crowd, the tall and thin Sherlock Holmes was quite conspicuous, but because of the distance, the two couldn't hear his words, and could only see the man's body movements that seemed a little excited.

"He's really good," Bruce said. "He's very observant, and his reasoning is very subtle."

The two men fell silent together.Each silently reviewed Sherlock's reasoning in their hearts.

They can also be called smart people in the eyes of others, but recalling Sherlock's reasoning process at this time, they still can't help but feel that the other party can draw a conclusion in a short time is very miraculous - even if both of them know in their hearts that this is completely observation and the results of logical reasoning.

"Being able to discover so much information in a short period of time—" After a brief silence, Letterman said again, "At least I can't do it. I'm better at observing fleeting expressions."

"The thinking ability is also very strong. It can integrate all the information in an instant and draw reasonable inferences. This cannot be done by experience." Bruce continued logically.

The two looked at each other, and at the same time found that if they continue to talk about this topic, the topic of this conversation will inevitably become about Sherlock.Sherlock Holmes' rainbow fart.Suddenly fell into silence again.

"..."

"You just said that you judge other people's emotions by observing micro-expressions?" Bruce thought for a while, and then brought up another topic, "Can that be used in lie detection?"

Speaking of his own business, Letterman was obviously a little excited: "Yes, I sometimes cooperate with the police to judge whether they are telling the truth by talking with suspects."

"But not all police officers agree with this method, so it's not widely used," he said. "You know, using microexpressions to judge other people's emotions always reminds some people of mind reading. And mind reading ——It sounds quite mysterious, and it is not accepted by most people.”

"Because the research started late and the relevant data is not detailed, you can't prove that micro-expressions are not affected by race and geography—" the unforgettable speech speed as if Gatling fired," which leads to micro-expressions The study of facial expressions cannot be used as effective reference evidence, but can only be used as evidence to judge whether the other party is suspected."

The two turned their heads, and Sherlock had walked near them at some point.

He was clearly in a good mood, and his eyes were bright with golden reflections.

Noticing the gazes of the two, Sherlock pulled the corners of his mouth reservedly slightly, showing a somewhat restrained smile: "I have read your paper, Dr. Letterman."

After the man finished speaking to Letterman, he turned his gaze back to Bruce.

"I think we'd better get to know each other again, Bruce." He held out his hand again.

Sherlock didn't seem to think it was strange to say Bruce's real name at all: "I'm Sherlock. Holmes, a consulting detective."

Bruce's heart skipped a beat, and the surprise that his real name was reported was quickly suppressed by him.

Sherlock is so obvious that even the dullest person can realize that he has an extraordinary interest in himself.

He shook hands with the other party again: "I'm Bruce, nice to meet you."

Bruce had just seen Sherlock's ability.He asked himself that he couldn't be like the other party, but it was not difficult to speculate based on the existing conditions.If Bruce were to talk about his own problems that might attract the other party's attention, his sudden appearance three months ago was the most suspicious.

but……

Whether or not Sherlock had actually discovered anything, this was not the time to say such things.

"Is that lady just now your client?" He asked with great interest.

This way of changing the topic couldn't be fooled by the four people present.Sherlock looked at Bruce inquiringly, and said with a rare empathy: "That's right, but without the consent of the person concerned, I can't tell you any relevant details."

As he spoke, bright colors flashed in his eyes.Obviously, the case excited him very much.

Bruce turned his head and glanced at Letterman, who was tilting his head slightly, his eyes fixed on Sherlock's face.This action should be Letterman's professional habit.

After the intermission, the auction continued.

Sherlock's former female partner returned to the young consulting detective holding another man's arm, and said something to Sherlock with a pale face.

Probably thanks.Bruce glanced at it, and was about to look away when the phone in his pocket vibrated.

is a message:

If it's convenient, I'll meet you next Tuesday at three o'clock in the afternoon at the cafe opposite the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore.

We can discuss some questions about you.

——SH

When Bruce looked back, the three of them had stood up silently and left the auction through the exit.

After half a minute, the phone vibrated again:

Inconvenient, please come as scheduled.

——SH

The author has something to say:

The two smart guys who started blowing Sherlock's rainbow farts unconsciously—

BW: Observation—

CL: The reasoning is extraordinary—

[Silent, ready to change the subject]

CL: Very detailed—

BW: Pretty smart—

[Silence again, silently changing the topic to a topic that won't be misleading]

CL: I study balabala—

BW【Prepare to politely exchange business with each other】

SH [I don't know when I came back]: I know that your research has many shortcomings and needs to be improved.

SH [pause, still blowing politely]: I have read your works

SH [Complete bragging, do something you are interested in] [Turn to BW]: I know your real name, let's get to know each other and make friends? (Then you let me study research?)

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