The third child of the Sherlock Holmes family

Rhett and the others originally thought that the murderer was targeting Cecil, or "Football March", but they didn't expect the second murder to happen in high school, which was beyond all of their expectations.

The occurrence of the second murder case plunged their direction of solving the case into a fog.I finally got some clues, but in less than a day, all the clues disappeared.

Eight people died in a row in two days, and the social impact was very serious.The US government urged the local police station and the FBI to solve the case as soon as possible.

How many people died has nothing to do with Cecil. The Manchester Symphony Orchestra's New York concert was held as usual and was not affected by the murder at all.

Immediately after the New York concert, Cecil received a letter, unsigned and unaddressed.

"Who wrote to you? It doesn't look like it was written by Master Edgar." Wilson had seen letters written by several masters to Cecil. Even if they didn't write their names and addresses on the envelopes, they would still be bronzing.The letter is unsigned, unaddressed, and ungilded.

Cecil knew who wrote it just by looking at the envelope. He smiled contemptuously at the corner of his mouth, and threw the letter directly into the trash can.

Seeing Cecil throwing the letter away, Wilson looked surprised, "Cecil, don't you read it?"

"Not interested." Then he turned and left.

"What if you have something important to do?" Wilson said as he picked up the envelope from the trash can, stretched out his hand to open it, and was stunned after reading two lines of words, and then hurriedly He chased after Cecil in the direction he left.

"Cecil, this letter is from the murderer."

Seeing Wilson pick up the letter from the trash can, Cecil frowned slightly, looking disgusted, "Throw it away."

"But..." Wilson was frightened by the content of the letter, and his face showed deep anxiety, "You'd better read it." He said, and stuffed the letter into Cecil's hand.

As if receiving something dirty, Cecil immediately turned cold and threw the letter stuffed into his hand, "Don't get my hands dirty."

Wilson bent down to pick up the letter thrown away by Cecil, and said solemnly: "Cecil, this matter is not a joke, you'd better read it."

"Don't look."

"Cecil!" Wilson's tone became severe, "Although the murderer didn't come after you, he has something to do with you."

Seeing that Cecil did not want to read the letter, Wilson had no choice but to read the contents of the letter to him: "Golden Cecil, Mr. Holmes, hello, I am your music fan, I like your music very much, especially "" "Football March". I heard that you wrote such an exciting song because you watched a wonderful football match.

Wondering if you could write me a "Football Death March"?

I believe that with your talent, you will be able to write "Football Death March".

If you won't be able to write it for a while, I will continue to kill football players until you write "Football Death March".

I hope you don't disappoint me, looking forward to your "Football Death March". "

After hearing Wilson read the letter, Cecil's expression didn't change at all, as if he didn't hear it.

Wilson frowned tightly, with a very serious expression, "Cecil, the murderer wants you to write "Football Death Into Song" for him, what are you going to do?" I thought it had nothing to do with Cecil, but I didn't expect the murderer to write send out such a letter.If Cecil doesn't write "Football Death March," he'll just keep on killing, literally pushing Cecil to the knife's edge.

"Don't worry about him." Cecil said indifferently.

"But... if you don't write it, he will continue to kill people..."

"Then let him continue to kill." Cecil's tone was very casual, as if the other party was not killing people, but chickens and ducks.

Wilson didn't expect Cecil to say that. Frowning, he said dissatisfiedly, "How can we let him continue to kill people? This is human life. We can't let him continue to kill people."

Cecil looked at Wilson coldly, and said mockingly, "When did you become the savior?"

"I'm not the savior, but I can't just watch him kill."

"so?"

"Just promise him and write him a "Football Death March""

Cecil looked at the righteous Wilson with a sneer as if he had heard a big joke, "Why should I promise him?"

"If you don't promise him, he will continue to kill."

"It has nothing to do with me."

"Cecil!" Wilson yelled in displeasure.

Cecil looked at Wilson sharply, and his tone was cold and dangerous: "Wilson, have you forgotten your identity?"

Wilson felt a chill welling up from the bottom of his heart, and he couldn't help but look at Cecil with fear, "But... that's... human life..."

"It has nothing to do with me." Cecil looked at Wilson with no warmth in his eyes. "I don't want to hear that sentence from your mouth again. If you let me hear it again, you can get out."

When Wilson heard Cecil say this, his heart sank in shock, his eyes widened in disbelief, "Cecil, don't you...don't care about those lives?"

For such a stupid question, Cecil ignored it directly, and didn't bother to say anything to Wilson.

It wasn't until Cecil left for a long time that Wilson came back to his senses, put his hand on his forehead, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

How could he have forgotten that Cecil was a high-functioning anti-social character, no matter how many people died, it didn't matter to him, how could he have mercy on those lives.

It is estimated that he was killed, and Cecil would remain indifferent.

Mr. McCafe had been emphasizing this point with him before, and he thought Mr. McCafe was exaggerating, but he didn't expect him to be naive.After being by Cecil's side for several years, he just felt that Cecil was a little ruthless, a little cold, and a little bit poisonous. It wasn't until just now that he realized that Cecil simply ignored other people.

Except for his family, the life and death of others has nothing to do with him.

No wonder Mr. Mycroft has always wanted to find an ordinary person for Cecil, and he has only now realized Mr. Mycroft's painstaking efforts.

Alas, he was just an ordinary person, and he couldn't be as indifferent as Cecil, and he couldn't just watch others get killed.

Wilson knew that it was impossible for him to persuade Cecil to compose, so he could only tell Mr. McCoff about it, hoping that Mr. McCoff could find a way.

After hearing Wilson's words, Mycroft's brows were slightly frowned, his eyes were cold, "A clown who wants to be famous actually interrupted Cecil's idea, it's really audacious!"

"The murderer did this and pushed Cecil to the point of the knife." Wilson now knows what kind of person Cecil is, but he doesn't hate it in his heart. He doesn't want Cecil to be pushed to the point of the knife and be slaughtered .

"We can only find the murderer." Mycroft doesn't care about the life and death of Americans, but if his dear little brother is involved, then he can't sit idly by.

"How to find it?" With Cecil's IQ, he should be able to find the murderer, but this guy will never find the murderer.

"I asked Sherlock to go to Washington." Mycroft's IQ can also find the murderer, but he has always been lazy, too lazy to go to Washington.

When Wilson heard this, it was as if he had taken a reassurance, and he immediately felt relieved, "If Mr. Sherlock comes, the murderer will be found soon."

"Destroy the jester's letter to Cecil."

"Don't hand it over to the fbi?"

"Wilson, has your brain been eaten by a pig?"

Wilson: "..."

"The clown wants to become famous through Cecil. You will only add trouble to Cecil if you hand over the letter to the fbi. Those fbi will definitely compose the music better than Cecil. Do you think Cecil will listen to them?"

"will not."

"Before the clown sends the second letter to the media, I will arrange for Sherlock to go to Washington immediately."

"Will the murderer still send the letter to the media?"

"The second step of the clown is to send the letter to the media and make him famous."

"It's really perverted." In order to become famous, he actually killed people in a row.

"You don't have to worry about this matter."

"I see."

After hanging up the phone, Wilson took out the lighter and burned the letter written by the murderer to Cecil.

Mycroft originally called Sherlock and told him to go to Washington.After thinking about it, I decided to go to Baker Street and tell Sherlock in person.

Sherlock has no interest in this kind of "pediatric case" at all, and if Cecil was not involved, he would never have agreed to Mycroft's trip to Washington.But then again, if Cecil wasn't involved, McCoff wouldn't have let Sherlock go to Washington.

That night, Sherlock took John to Washington.

While Sherlock and the others were going to Washington, Cecil took the same day's flight to Manchester.

As soon as Sherlock arrived in Washington, it took half a day to solve the two murders.As they expected, the murderer was a jumping clown who wanted to be famous, but the murder plan was not planned by the murderer himself, but someone else helped him plan it.

Who helped the murderer plan the murder?

The murderer clenched his lips and didn't say anything, no matter how bau and the others talked and threatened, the murderer just didn't say anything.

Cecil had absolutely no interest in knowing the follow-up of the two murders, nor did he care.After returning to Manchester, his whole mind was on Ronaldo.

The members of the Manchester Symphony Orchestra and Wilson had gone straight to Mexico, and Cecil had returned alone.

Having not seen Cecil for more than a month, Ronaldo said he didn't want to, but actually missed him very much.From the way he kissed Cecil as soon as he saw him, it was obvious how much he missed Cecil.

After the kiss was over, Ronaldo leaned limply in Cecil's arms, panting with his mouth open: "You...don't get me wrong...I don't...I really want to kiss you..." Realizing that he Ronaldo was a little shy after being too active and enthusiastic just now.

Cecil reached out and pinched Ronaldo's chin, and looked at him with a smile: "Who rushed over just now?"

Ronaldo dodged his eyes, and said without admitting it: "I see that you miss me so much, so I hug you first out of mercy."

"Really?" Cecil looked at Ronaldo with interest, inserted his right leg between Ronaldo's legs, and pushed something energetic under Ronaldo with his knee.

Ronaldo's whole body froze immediately, his face was flushed red, his expression was embarrassing and embarrassing.