[Comprehensive British and American] Today's meal at 221B Baker Street

Gunshots rang out on the other side of Baker Street. There was no gunfire, which made the whole street boil. When Tang Heng followed Sherlock and ran downstairs, he saw the owner of the bookstore next door take out a shotgun from under the counter. It might have been better if he hadn't seen Sherlock and put the gun back in a blindfolded manner.

Tang Heng mourned for three seconds for the group of agents who acted as ordinary people in front of Sherlock, and then ran along with Sherlock. The detective's speed and physical strength were superb, but she was gradually out of breath.

The scene was a mess. It was another bookstore, which mainly sold newspapers and comics. The items in the store were scattered all over the place. For a while, it was hard to see what the murderer's motive was. The boss was lying about ten centimeters away from the door of the bookstore. , wearing a nightgown, eyes wide open, looking very surprised, blood flowed from the left side of his chest, Sherlock knelt down and pressed his pulse on the side of his neck, then shook his head.

The murderer's marksmanship is very good, one blow is fatal, and in a place like Baker Street where there are so many talents, he can quickly get rid of the monitoring of the surrounding agents and leave. It can be seen that the murderer is an extraordinary person.

"Height between 35 and 40 feet, male, with a heavy left arm, probably covered with something heavy, with an injured right foot, not a bushy beard, and a little bald, aged between [-] and [-] " Sherlock compared the position of the muzzle of the gun, then walked around the bookstore, and finally compared his own height with his hand, and came to a conclusion.

Tang Heng managed to catch her breath. She borrowed a stick from the agent who came next door, and bent down while supporting the stick without destroying the scene. Don't ask, how did you see that bald head?"

"It's very simple." Sherlock replied casually, taking pictures with his mobile phone, and after confirming that he had captured all the details of the crime scene, he squatted down and began to rummage through the books scattered on the ground, "Let's see the murderer. What exactly are you looking for!"

Tang Heng waited for a while but didn't wait for Sherlock to continue to give the answer. She knew that it would be difficult for her to get an answer before Sherlock solved the case, so she also began to help check which books had any problems.

This bookstore is mainly engaged in comics. You can occasionally find Chaoying’s signature on the comics authorized by superheroes. Such eggs usually sell for a lot of money. The owner of the bookstore is not from McCoff, this slightly older old man It is the only surviving person on Baker Street, and the old man opened the store for his grandson at first, and later his grandson went to work in other places when he became an adult, so the store was opened like this.

"There is no clue at all." Tang Heng arranged them in order according to the periodicals of the comics, "There is no shortage. I don't know if there is a list of all the books in the bookstore. If you exclude them according to that, you should quickly find out whether there are any missing. Moreover, I always feel that something is wrong."

Sherlock raised his head. He was holding a personal magazine of Iron Man in his hand. Tang Heng found that he actually read a few pages very seriously. Yada incident, "Uh... oh, what I want to say is that this old man can open a shop on Baker Street, and McCoff must have investigated it. He can stay, which means that he is an ordinary person. Then , an ordinary person, or an old man who basically lives on Baker Street, why is he being targeted."

"I don't think the murderer picked the wrong guy."

Sherlock nodded, "This is the first time something like this has happened on Baker Street in a few years."

Mycroft's monitoring of Baker Street was not so strict at first. He felt that as long as Sherlock didn't attack others, it would be fine. Convenience, such as a taxi on call, on the other hand, watching Sherlock tell him not to do any big things that will break the sky.

But later, as Sherlock became famous, many troubles came. After several assassinations and bombings, McCoff simply cleaned up Baker Street. After cleaning, Baker Street can be said to be the safest The place is gone, however, now, something like this has happened in this place that has been safe for many years.

After receiving the news, McCoff didn't panic. He even attended a meeting. After the meeting, he took his little black car to Baker Street. The crime scene was already guarded by Scotland Yard police officers. Locke and Tang Heng have also returned to 221B.

He walked into the living room and saw Tang Heng and Sherlock discussing today's murder case, "I'm glad to see that both of you are safe and sound."

Tang Heng wanted to complain that he said this like a villain who wished for the two of them to die early, so she picked up the coffee pot and gestured to McCoff.

"What's going on with this incident today?" Sherlock sat cross-legged on his chair, clasped his hands and leaned on his chin, with a glint in his eyes.

Mycroft sat on the single sofa, "I still can't tell why." He looked at the obvious suspicion on Sherlock's face, smiled wryly and shook his head, "You can't think I'm omnipotent, Don't think I have to isolate all the incidents from you, the old man's background is indeed very clean, but his son and grandson are not very clean, you can understand what I mean, Xiali."

"You can't take revenge on your son and grandson, so you should take revenge on their relatives?" Tang Heng pushed the coffee with sugar cubes to McCoff's hand, "I saw the expression on the old man's face when he died, the murderer It should be someone he knew well, so he went to open the door so relaxedly, and was shot dead directly."

"Miss Tang's observation skills are very strong." Mycroft said in an unrecognizable tone, his gaze and expression were extremely peaceful, "I think Miss Tang's spirit has recovered quite well recently, and I don't know when she will be able to recover completely." How about getting better?"

Tang Heng smiled, "It should be soon, but it depends on the schedule of my psychiatrist. Mr. Daifuku should have known that my psychiatrist, Dr. Lecter, was urgently called by the FBI. I have to rush back to deal with the matter over there, he invited me to go to the United States to stay for a while in a few days, thinking that a change of environment might be of great help to my mental state."

"It seems that Dr. Lecter and Ms. Tang have a very happy conversation, so it seems that it was the right choice to recommend this doctor to Ms. Tang." Mycroft took a sip of coffee and felt that the sweetness was just right, "Tang On the day Miss leaves, if I have time, I will go see you off."

Tang Heng rejected him in his heart. It turned out that Lestrade recommended Dr. Lecter to himself was McCoff's proposal. It seemed that this doctor must have provoked him unconsciously somewhere, otherwise, it didn't happen in England There is really no need for Mr. Dafu to take care of the domestic affairs, and unfortunately, he became that chess piece. Simply, the things on the original owner are of great negotiating value, which made her change from a chess piece to a chess piece that knows the inside story .

Speaking of which, I'm very angry!

Tang Heng didn't show it on her face, she politely rejected McCoff's kindness in the tradition of a flower grower, and then changed the topic to this case with a few words.

There are three biggest problems in this case. One is that the murderer has disappeared without a trace, and even the agents all over the street have not been able to find him. The second is that the timing of this case is too coincidental, which makes them have to think about it. And the last point is the crisis behind this case.

"It won't be Moriarty who did it, he has no reason to do it, and it won't bring him any benefits, and it won't make things difficult for Sherlock." Tang Heng began to say his own words slowly. Thinking, "I don't have much contact with other people. At most, I can be regarded as pen pals. On this, it depends on you, but there must be a part against Sherlock in this matter. Didn't you say that I was with Watson before?" Someone shot you outside the theater?"

Sherlock put down his hand, "They're not a group of people." His hand unconsciously sketched something on his leg. After a long while, he looked up at Mycroft, "Do you still remember the previous navy case?"

The news about the shooting on Baker Street quickly hit the headlines of the next day's newspapers. All major newspapers were waiting for Sherlock to quickly find the murderer, and then the first newspaper to know the inside story would make a fortune. Now their reports on the big detective can only report this. A few days ago, a newspaper reported that a beautiful woman lived with the big detective, and the newspaper was on the verge of bankruptcy the next day. As for why this happened, they didn't know, and they didn't dare to ask.

But there has been no news from the big detective.

Moriarty leaned back in the swivel chair, reading the newspaper with relish in his hand. After a few minutes, he closed the newspaper, "It's worthless."

Moran didn't go to play cards today, he was sitting on a chair beside him maintaining his gun, "Professor, that group of people recently entered the UK, they are developing their own power, we really don't want them to disappear completely now ?” He said, looking up at Moriarty, “After all, they’ve already started on Baker Street, so this should be a signal.”

"What kind of signal! That's a group of stupid guys who don't know the inside story." Moriarty almost laughed out loud, "Dare to do it directly without knowing the inside story, and even flaunt their achievements to the outside world, Such a guy is also the fastest to die."

"But the recent situation is not quite right. There were people like this who entered the UK before, but they were either lurking or knew how to come to see you. But these days, there are too many people from outside. Hanni who came a few days ago Bar Lecter is a smart guy, and his hobbies don't conflict with your career, but last night this guy—"

Moriarty interrupted him with a wave of his hand, "We just need to watch, it's not the time for us to do it, what I want to see now is what my big detective and little candy will do for me A good show."

"Hopefully they don't disappoint me."