The big winner in life [Comprehensive]

Benjamin finally accepted his job that was kept secret from the outside world. He thought that Gu Qing didn't know about it but in fact Gu Qing knew it very well, that is, he entered the military supply department of MI6, which made him very busy and unpredictable in the future.

Gradually, Gu Qing became a person again, which undoubtedly made him a little lonely, so he decided to create some fun for himself.

On the day when Jim received his first month's salary, he came to treat Gu Qing to dinner. In the last sentence, they were still talking about which restaurant to go to, and in the next sentence, Gu Qing muffled his voice and blew up his thunder, without giving him any time to prepare and buffer: "Jim, you are "Professor"." The tone was determined, not interrogative.

The smile on Jim's face froze for a moment.

"Professor, let me re-introduce, I am Sigerson." He said with a Gu Qing-style smile.Gu Qing's smile has always been very pleasing, even if you know in your heart what kind of person he is, even if you were choked and almost vomited blood before that, or you were so angry that you wanted to raise your middle finger, but seeing With such a heartwarming smile, no matter how big the anger is, it will basically disappear invisible.

However, Jim couldn't be happy seeing such a smile, at least on the surface. He said helplessly: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lie to you, you look so perfect, and I am nothing, I just A little man—”

"You are my first friend, Jim." Gu Qing lowered his eyes and looked at Jim sincerely. Even though his tone was not painful, it was someone who had full acting skills and was very contagious. , well, probably.

"I'm sorry, Patrick, really, I didn't know it on purpose, I really want to make friends with you. What can I do to make you forgive me?" Jim looked at Gu Qing helplessly. He also had big eyes. Sometimes he looked like he was about to cry, but overall he looked like a poor girl (male) begging her boyfriend not to leave.

"First, I also know I'm great; second, we're not breaking up; and finally, I just want to say, 'You were my first friend, Jim.So now can we go to lunch? "" Gu Qing's words instantly broke the atmosphere of #about友(基)亲(情)和失败# created by Jim.

Jim: "..." The powerlessness of being hit again by Gu Qing's unreasonable cards came to his heart again, but he didn't just keep being beaten passively like this. He looked at Gu Qing with some grievances: "You Did you already know that I am the "professor"? Then why did you-"

"I haven't casually made friends, Jim, and I respect your choice." Yes, it was Jim who chose "incognito" first, and the first time he saw Jim in the library, he officially confirmed that Jim is I communicated with him on the Internet for two years, and made an appointment with a "professor" at the British Museum.He didn't retreat from the battle as Sherlock said, but chose another more dramatic way to appear.That being the case, then Gu Qing decided to respect Jim's choice, seeing how considerate he is.

After Jim took a cautious look at Gu Qing, confirming that he said what he said sincerely, the grievance in his eyes disappeared, replaced by joy, and his big black eyes brightened again.He was so happy to be lost by someone's words, which made him look really cute.

Gu Qing turned his head to look at Jim, carried his brown satchel across his shoulders, and smiled so brightly that his two cute little canine teeth were clearly visible, so he just said: "Jim, you are so cute."

Jim's ears were red, and until they sat down on the bench in the park after lunch, Jim didn't dare to meet Gu Qing's eyes, but he betrayed him by glancing shyly (?) from time to time.

When Jim couldn't help sneaking a peek at the beautiful young man sitting next to him again, the other party turned his head the moment he looked over, and his eyes met. With an irresistible smile, "I caught you~" The ending sound is raised, very naughty.

Jim was startled, and threw himself back like a frightened bunny.

The young man who succeeded in pranking laughed loudly. The afternoon sun seemed to cast a layer of golden light on him. He was as beautiful as an angel. Everything looked so beautiful. Jim lowered his head and saw the smile in his eyes. It's getting thicker and thicker, ah, I'm really reluctant, but it's not the time to face the British government, I'm not happy~

……

"Boss, another victim has been found. This is the third victim this month. Damn it!" Donovan said with an ugly face, and Inspector Lestrade also looked ugly, not only Because there have been three homicides in the past month, and because the murderer skinned the victim alive because of his extremely cruel methods, Rao Lestrade has been in the industry for many years and has seen a lot of homicides, although he is not numb to it. But it can also be said that he gradually got used to it, but this time the tragic situation of the victim still made him feel terrified.

Taking a deep breath, Lestrade led his team to the scene of the crime. The smell at the scene was not very pleasant. , Even the experienced investigators have repeatedly prepared their minds, even though this is the third time they have faced the same scene this month.

Lestrade put on protective clothing and asked Donovan, "Do we have any clues to the identity of the victim?"

Donovan turned his head away from the mangled victim lying in the center, swallowed and said: "The victim's wallet and identity documents were not found at the scene, but we found a mobile phone 50 meters away from here. It should belong to the victim." At this point Donovan hesitated, and after receiving Lestrade's questioning gaze, she said, "Boss, you should take a look."

Lestrade took the phone and understood why Donovan had that look as soon as he saw the photo on the phone screen. He looked at the phone and checked the address book and mailbox inside. I breathed a sigh of relief in my heart: "He is not the victim, but obviously our victim knows him, and the relationship is still very close." There is only PH as a contact in the address book, and even the screen saver of the mobile phone belongs to that pretty boy, obviously it was taken at close range Besides, little Sherlock Holmes is very natural in the photo, obviously not a candid photo.

Lestrade was in no mood to lament that he could see the hidden information by looking at the photos. He smiled wryly and said to Donovan, "I'll call to confirm."

...Before Gu Qing rushed over from Cambridge, another Sherlock Holmes, "Consulting Detective" Sherlock, jumped out of a taxi with an excited expression on his face. Lestrade stopped.

Sherlock was a little surprised, only for a moment, until Lestrade took two steps forward and asked him, "Did your brother ask you to come here?"

"No." Sherlock quickly denied, but because of Lestrade's words, the original excitement of a serial murder case that could be used to kill boredom dissipated a lot, and his eyes turned towards Lei Strade, "What's the deal with Patrick?"

Lestrade said truthfully: "This time the victim is most likely his friend. We talked on the phone and he is on his way."

"Give me the phone." Sherlock has never known what politeness is. Lestrade weighed it for a while, and finally when Sherlock looked over impatiently, he reluctantly handed him the evidence bag containing the phone .

Not far away, Anderson saw it and didn't yell "Boss, that's the evidence". He only glanced this way and got Sherlock's "shut up". For the sake of Gu Qing’s friend, he didn’t immediately confront Sherlock. Now it’s better that Sherlock picked the trouble first, and he’s taking advantage of it, so he retorted: “Ha, I haven’t spoken yet! Your ears are Isn't there a problem?"

"Even your breathing will affect my thinking, so I beg you to shut up, don't breathe, don't think, because every minute and every second you are lowering the IQ of the whole of London." Sherlock's speech speed is obviously normal. Looking up, what also matches his speed of speech is his poisonous tongue. At the same time, he has already gone through all the information on the phone at an unparalleled speed, and dropped a "boring" word out of the phone by the way. Throwing it back to Lestrade, he strode towards the corpse.

Anderson just stared at Sherlock dumbfounded, then squatted down next to the bloody victim and started the autopsy.If he circles around the corpse as if performing a drama, and shakes his all-powerful curly hair to turn the scene of the crime into a catwalk, showing off his famous brand clothes from inside to outside, it will be called On the autopsy.

Anderson yelled for a long time, but Sherlock didn't pay any attention to him. He shouted to Lestrade without any discouragement: "Boss, why don't you stop him, he is polluting the scene of the crime!"

Lestrade lowered his voice and said, "Because I don't want to see another victim appear!" He glanced at the unwilling Anderson, and said a little tiredly, "What do you think of the murderer?"

Anderson thought for a while and said: "First of all, the murderer is a doctor, or else he is a person engaged in medical related industries. This can be seen from the fact that he completely and cleanly peeled off the victim's skin."

"Wrong!" Sherlock's subwoofer fired over, and Anderson let out an "ahha", thinking that this time you f-cking heard me talking, and out of the corner of the eye he saw that f-cking sincere wishing him a happy breakup. The little curly hair who was broken up and caused him to be on the headlines of Scotland Yard again, was wearing a brown leather satchel and crossed the cordon on his slender legs. Anderson, who never opened the door, said immediately: " Do you really use the cordon as a skipping rope?"

"Anderson, while I'd love to talk to you about the timeliness of information as it spreads, believe me I don't have the time for it right now. Oh, and you can go straight to my brother, and I hope you've changed your crappy old I wish you good luck." Gu Qing choked on the same level as Sherlock's poisonous tongue, and walked towards the bloody corpse with Anderson's "..." expression on his face.

Lestrade raised his eyebrows as he passed Anderson and asked, "The timeliness of information dissemination? What the hell?"

Anderson: "..." Seriously, boss?Still complaining at this time?

"Patrick, you are a netizen." Sherlock glanced at his younger brother with his usual indifferent and arrogant expression, and said bluntly.

Gu Qing tilted his head to look back, didn't speak, and quickly turned his gaze back to the corpse, and performed artificial facial muscles and bone scans and reconstructions on the face that lacked flesh and flesh. He licked his thin and red lips, and fell silent. After a while, he said, "It's him."

Sherlock's Adam's apple twitched, but said nothing.

Anderson couldn't help complaining in his heart: Following the last #角见是杀手探#, this time there are more #eyesareDNAdetector/fingerprintdetector#?Haha, when Gu Qing has the skill of #火哪who谁pregnancy#, he will definitely not make a fuss.

"Are you sure? We still need to do further identification. Maybe your friend just lost his phone accidentally." Lestrade's expression is obviously the attitude that ordinary people would have, although it may be other people's friends, It's not fair for family members to be victims, but ordinary people are close to each other even as detectives, and they try not to bring this emotion to work.

"The victim's throat was cut cleanly and bled out. Other than that, there was no wound on the victim's body, not even a defensive bruise; the skin was peeled from the abdomen, and he only needed to keep the human skin intact. Why?" Sherlock ignored it Lestrade and the others stared at his younger brother with burning eyes, apparently waiting for him to continue.

There are countless stars in Gu Qing's eyes. No one can imagine that when Sherlock Holmes wants to use their intelligence and wisdom, what is their limit? Even if someone has learned the lesson of blood and tears, they probably have no chance. Warned this to others.

"He's making human skin art."

Lestrade and Anderson: "!!!"

After Gu Qing finished his conclusion, he stepped out, and the voice that came was very calm: "Please leave me alone." His back looked extremely thin, and Lestrade and Anderson both understood, he said Clever is still just a child after all. He just lost a friend. Even if his voice sounds calm, his eyes may turn red and start to cry secretly...

——It can only be said that brain supplementation is a disease, please don't give up treatment.

Sherlock stared at the younger brother's back, and a room in the deepest part of the memory palace was opened, and the red beard wagged his tail at him inside.After Redbeard's death, after Sherlock built his own memory palace, he created a special room, and locked the memories related to Redbeard and Redbeard in it, and usually locked it outside.

The memory palace perfectly simulates the environment, sound and picture, even the fragrance from the grass at that time, the comfort of the warm wind blowing over the cheeks, and the cheerful cry of the red beard. Holding hands on the three-headed Patrick, Mycroft's disapproving voice came over: "Concentrate, Sherlock."

No, no, that's not what Mycroft said at the time.

Sherlock returned to reality from the memory palace in an instant, and Gu Qing was no longer in sight. He frowned, and soon Ling Ran's eyes swept over Lestrade and Anderson, who were still confused. : "I thought Patrick and I had made it very clear. Why are you still standing here, waiting for the murderer to fall from the sky? It seems that you really can't count on the professionalism of Scotland Yard! Obviously, we have to The murderer he is looking for has serious anti-social tendencies. He has an old handicraft shop inherited from his father. It is very likely that it has been passed down from generation to generation. Committed a crime, his first victim was his father. The victims have all been to that store and were selected in the store, so can you use your brains that have not been completely formatted, no, it is a finger check Look up the address of that store. You better hope it's quick!"

Lestrade and Anderson were thinking of the next victim, but obviously Sherlock wasn't worried about the victim not being the victim, he was a high-functioning sociopath.Besides, compared to the victim, Sherlock felt that Scotland Yard should be more worried about the murderer, and he shouldn't provoke a Holmes.

Patrick, Sherlock should have deduced his whereabouts immediately. He really wanted to be quiet, and the way to be quiet was not to find a place to secretly wipe his tears, but to find the culprit who caused the trouble culprit.

……

"Inspector, can you imagine that from the time of my youngest brother's birth to the present, he has encountered one kidnapping case every thirteen months on average? Despite this, he is still full of kindness to the crowd, and now it is just reality Let him down again."

Lestrade looked at Mycroft in shock. That man was definitely not just the last man in the government. When he said this, his distant eyes were falling on the young man covered in an orange blanket not far away. .Lestrade also looked over, and some cordons had been pulled up, and there was the murderer's shop on a street further inside.

When they were fully armed and rushed to arrest the murderer, they unexpectedly saw the curly-haired boy who should have been sad for losing his friend. Said in a very sparse and normal tone: "Are you here to catch the murderer? He is over there, please do as you please. If you don't mind, I hope I can take away what he took from my friend."

They all knew what the so-called "thing" was, and it was precisely because of this that they felt the chills. Such a scene was really weird.

Really, at that moment Lestrade was prepared for the possibility that he would see a dead body.But it was as if they never expected that Gu Qing would find the murderer alone, nor did they expect that the murderer was unharmed, at least it seemed that way.

Lestrade tried his best to ignore the strangeness in his heart. After signaling his subordinates to take the murderer away, he wanted to say something to the young man who had been standing by the side and watched silently during the process, but he held him tightly in his hand. Holding the box in his arms, everything was choked in his dry throat and he could no longer speak.

And then Lestrade saw the black umbrella and its owner outside the cordoned-up cordon. Hearing what he had to say, he felt even more fucking uncomfortable!

"Excuse me, Inspector." Mycroft's voice came again, and Lestrade saw the curly-haired boy not far away, who had already recorded his statement and was walking towards him.

Mycroft went up to him with his black umbrella, and Lestrade subconsciously followed, his throat was so dry that he could only say: "I'm sorry."

Gu Qing lowered his eyes and gave a polite response without emotion: "Thank you."

When they left, Lestrade turned his head and cursed: "Damn murderer!" The good detective still doesn't know what will happen to the seemingly unharmed murderer. There are too many capable people in this world. It seems that there is nothing wrong on the surface, but the inside has collapsed.

"He's here to pick out a birthday present for me, Mycroft." Hearing the young brother say this in a calm tone while the black car was driving smoothly, Mycroft's hand that had been on the umbrella handle tightened tightly. , but I was a little annoyed in my heart, the agents sent to Cambridge seemed to need to be rebuilt!

"I think I should be sad, Mycroft."

Mycroft sighed in his heart, and said: "Life will end, and people's hearts will be broken. It's not a good thing to care too much, Patrick."

"I'm hungry, can you treat me to dinner, Mycroft?" Gu Qing suddenly changed the subject after a pause, and McCoff said kindly, "Of course, of course."

The black car drove steadily amidst the heavy traffic, and the conversation between the two brothers also came to an end, returning to an unspeakable tranquility.

After dinner, it started to rain, and Mycroft took advantage of his young brother to stay at his Pall Mall mansion.Of course, there are not only guest rooms for Gu Qing, but also for Sherlock, even though they rarely come to live here, not to mention that the frequency of use of the master bedroom in the mansion has only increased in the past two years.As a man on his way to the pinnacle of imperial power, Mycroft didn't rise through redundant paperwork alone, even if he hated running errands.

McCoff brought out a cup of warm milk from the kitchen and put it in front of Gu Qing, Gu Qing frowned and said with disgust: "Macrof, I have every reason to suspect that you are taking revenge on me for installing the camera in the kitchen so You can't eat it."

Mycroft showed a smirk like McCoff: "Since you know it, drink it, and then be a good boy and go to wash and sleep."

"I knew it." Even though he said so, Gu Qing still poured down the glass of milk. Mycroft was almost amused by his younger brother's expression of death. As for revenge or something, that would be too childish. isn't it?

After that, Mycroft watched his younger brother walk to the guest room normally. After the door was closed, McCoff got up and poured himself a glass of whiskey. When he sat back on the sofa again, McCoff But he was not in a hurry to drink. He took the phone and sent a text message without haste. After putting down the phone, he picked up the glass and brought it to his mouth to take a sip of the amber whiskey.

221B Baker Street

After Sherlock heard the notification tone of the incoming text message, he quickly grabbed the phone and took a look, [Patrick drank milk and went to rest, everything will be fine. ——MH]

This kind of words that ordinary people use to comfort others, Mycroft didn't say a word to Gu Qing, he knew very well that they didn't need it, so let's just treat it as a Sherlock Holmes way of caring.From this, Mycroft also hoped that this incident did not bring a psychological shadow to his youngest brother, or hoped that he would no longer be hurt by it.

Sherlock stared at the screen for five seconds. After a sneer, he threw the phone away, wrapped himself in silk pajamas, and nestled into the couch.

As for the other Sherlock Holmes at the center of the incident?