sherlock holmes brother

teach. "

Putting the cause and effect together, Sherlock fully understands Mycroft's thoughts, which is why Sherlock hates him even more, "Mycroft is always right", this creed has replaced all his beliefs since he was five years old. nightmare. "I thought Barts was a medical school." With some contempt, Sherlock put his hands together, "The 'British government' is abusing its power, oh."

"Academia has long said that psychology also has a branch that is biased towards medicine. They have no reason to reject me when they talk about the application of behaviorist psychology in nerve reflex blocking." Still with that smirk, Wilton raised his chin slightly , with an arrogance similar to Sherlock's at times.

"Only if they tolerate your eccentricities!" This was the second time Sherlock mentioned the word "eccentricities".

"I thought we'd made it clear a long time ago that keeping owls in parchment paper isn't a eccentricity, compared to liking to whip corpses." Wilton didn't give in at all.

The author has something to say: [Note]: Pissoff, get lost

☆、The Burned Silencer

"That's just an experiment, you people who don't understand the beauty of scientific experiments at all!" With some resentment, Sherlock waved his hand in the air, "How long are you going to live here?" He asked awkwardly.

"It depends on how long your 'admirer' plans to follow?" Wilton half-jokingly half-seriously said, "If he really succeeds, Sherlock, I won't attend your funeral .”

"Hmph!" Sherlock snorted heavily, and turned his head away from looking at his little brother.It's just that both he and Wilton understand that of course he will not attend Sherlock's funeral, and Wilton will use his own method to find out that "admirer" and send him to hell.

When Inspector Lestrade opened the door, he saw Sherlock lying quietly on the sofa and staring at the ceiling in a daze. Of course, the "rare" here refers to that there are no nicotine patches on his arms and no holes in the wall. , and there is no grab in hand.When he turned his puzzled eyes to another person who came out of the kitchen, Sherlock seemed to have found the answer to all his anomalies.

"Wilton, how long have you been here?" Lestrade smiled happily. God knows how attractive the youngest of the three Holmes brothers is. After all, ordinary people like them still want to deal with ordinary people. .

"Inspector Lestrade, long time no see." Facing Lestrade, Wilton, who put on his glasses back, seemed to be the elegant professor who just had afternoon tea with Watson, "I am I moved to 221C a few days ago, and Mycroft asked me to come and take care of Sherlock nearby, oh, you know him..." As he said, he even showed some embarrassment on his face, with eyes in his eyes Full of understanding of Lestrade.

Lestrade felt that he understood the meaning of the other party in an instant. It may not be common for a younger brother to take care of his elder brother in other people's homes, but if the object is Sherlock, everything can be explained.

"A hypocrite." Sherlock wrapped his pajamas tightly, and turned his back to the two "ordinary people" in the living room angrily. In the long-term contact, Sherlock had long since given up trying to expose Wilton. true colors.Just like every time he told others that Mycroft was a great devil, Wilton had always been a double-faced person, but everyone still followed him.

"Would you like some tea?" Wilton shrugged his shoulders, showing his generosity, "I have just arrived, are you here to see Sherlock?"

Lestrade looked at Wilton with some embarrassment. In front of this university professor full of academic temperament, it seemed that he was a little cautious in what he said next.

Speaking of Wilton's appearance, he was really different from Mycroft and Sherlock—the same tall figure, slightly curly half-length black hair tied into a ponytail behind him, light gray eyes, and a long face.Overall, Wilton looked neither like Mycroft's "officer" nor Sherlock's aggressive.If there is really a word to describe it, it would be Wenrun. There seems to be a smile on the corner of his mouth forever, and there is only peace in his eyes when he looks at you.

That's why Lestrade hesitated. In front of such an ordinary person who couldn't be more normal, the detective's first reaction was to isolate him from those perverted murder cases.It's just that this matter can't be dragged on anymore. The third body was found this morning, and Scotland Yard is almost unable to keep it a secret.

"Half a month ago, someone found a charred body in the cemetery, and it was confirmed that the body was a lady who was buried not long ago." Lestrade gave Wilton a sorry look, and then Opening a small notebook I used for recording, "The lady's son reported the crime. We thought it was a tomb robber or the lady's former enemy. A week later, they were found in another corner of the cemetery. An identical body, that belonged to a young woman whom we could not identify at the time..."

"You found the third one today, oh, that's why you came to me, let me think about it, the same charred corpse near the cemetery again?" Sherlock followed Lestrade's narration. He had already stood up completely, and he quickly tidied himself up while talking non-stop, "You probably haven't destroyed the scene yet, forget it, that idiot Anderson, even if I didn't say anything, he probably would have destroyed the clues almost Yes. Let's go and see Santa Claus's gift in advance." He happily walked towards the door, where there was a little decadence that had just slumped on the sofa.

Lestrade didn't move, "Your brother..." His meaning was obvious, doesn't Sherlock need to explain something?

"Oh, Inspector, don't let Mycroft control you. Wilton is his younger brother, not yours." Sherlock stopped on his feet, "Besides, he is old enough to take care of himself." Finally His voice suddenly increased this sentence, and he didn't know who he was speaking to.

Lestrade smiled awkwardly, and did not deny that he had a personal relationship with Mycroft. In fact, it was because of the civil servant who always held a black umbrella that Lestrade met Sherlock and Will. pause.

"Inspector, go get busy, after all, there is still the whole of London waiting for you to save?" Wilton made a small joke, and Wilton gracefully put down the teacup, and the light from the window shone on his eyes. On the body, the elegance from the books belonging to the intellectual class is well revealed through the pair of frameless flat mirrors.

"Call me if you have anything to do. Sherlock is always difficult." After saying a few words, Lestrade chased Sherlock away. He knew him a long time ago, so there was no need to cover up.

At the same time, at the other end of London, Watson, who had just sat down with Sarah in the restaurant, received a text message - SH: Westfield Cemetery, hurry up if you have nothing to do.

Before Watson could react, he received another text message on his mobile phone——SH: If you have something to do, come.

With a helpless smile, Watson awkwardly explained to Sarah why his roommate needed him so much. The expression on Sarah's face didn't change much, but she graciously asked Watson to go quickly, and at the same time asked the other party to "go" with a smile. Tell her everything after the Adventure" is over.When Watson walked out of the restaurant more than ten minutes later, he really felt that if he wanted to marry a woman one day, then that woman would be Sarah.

With such thoughts in mind, Watson still went to buy fried dumplings on the way. If I remember correctly, there was no food at home, and Watson didn't expect the detective to "take the time" to find something to feed himself.Watson, who was thinking this way, completely forgot the fact that Wilton was still in 221B and sharing the same room with Sherlock, maybe it was because Wilton was so "normal" that Watson couldn't see him as a normal person at all. A "Sherlock Holmes".

"John!" Watson, who was carrying a lunch box, heard Sherlock's familiar voice as soon as he got out of the taxi. He looked at the policemen who were already familiar with Scotland Yard with a helpless smile, and Watson quickly walked into the guard. district.

"I brought you some fried dumplings, you will..." Watson regretted halfway through his words. Sherlock's familiar coat wrapped him and squatted next to a big black thing, in his Opposite, is the pale-faced white-haired inspector.

"Fried dumplings?" For the first time, Lestrait felt that there was a reason why Watson could become Sherlock's roommate. Looking at the dead body in front of him that had been burnt to the point where only a pile of carbon was left, the white-haired Inspector Decided that I don't want to see any fried dumplings for half a year.

"John, why are you so slow!" Sherlock seemed completely unaffected, he pulled the embarrassed doctor over, "I need you, my assistant."

Putting away his thoughts just now, Watson took a closer look at the black object that should be for the young lady. Lestrade added, "Since the second body was found, we have notified the cemetery to strengthen patrols. , The surrounding police also marked this area. So when someone finds something burning here, the grave guards and the police arrived almost at the same time." He said while watching Watson put on rubber gloves and start Feel around the head of the corpse.

"How?" Sherlock seemed to be very interested in a large bush not far from the corpse. He walked aside and asked about Watson's results.

"He died before burning," Watson pointed to the other party's not-so-serious posture, which showed no sign of struggle at all. "The time of death cannot be determined, but someone took away his tongue." The doctor's conclusion also aroused Interested by Sherlock and the Inspector.

"The head of the last corpse is almost only a skeleton," Lestrade explained automatically when he saw Sherlock's gaze, "this corpse was found earlier." Insufficient combustion seems to be Watson's new The reason was found.

"Oh, of course." Sherlock started rummaging in the bushes almost as soon as he heard Lestrade's explanation, and it didn't take long for him to call out loudly, "John, bring an evidence bag. "Then he put a lump of unidentifiable meat into it, "Check the vehicles that have entered and exited this cemetery recently, and they must have at least the kind with a medium-sized cargo container or larger." Sherlock took off his gloves.

"Why?" Lestrade followed.

"She was brought here after her death. You said that the patrolling of the cemetery has been strengthened recently, and the murderer needs tools to carry it," Sherlock said quickly, reaching out to Watson, "There is a large area behind the bushes over there. The traces pressed by something, close to the size of an adult, the murderer needs at least a medium-sized truck. Now, where are my dumplings?"

Lestrade wanted to continue asking, but stopped when he heard the word "dumplings". Really, he is still a normal person. He just ate fried dumplings after watching the burnt corpses, which was still too heavy. Mouth.

Watson is used to it, and Sherlock doesn't care anyway.

After Lestrade left, Sherlock proudly took out another evidence bag from his coat pocket, which contained a small piece of burnt linen, "Come on, John, let's go to Barts."

☆, Buzz's new professor (catch bugs)

"Behaviorist psychology originated in the United States in the world. It is one of the main schools of modern psychology. People of the behaviorist school advocate that psychology should not only study consciousness, but also study behavior. Watson, the founder of behaviorist psychology, Believes that except for a few simple reflexes, all complex behaviors depend on environmental influences, and this influence is achieved through conditioned reflexes." Wilton, wearing a casual suit, tapped the whiteboard, "he even boasted, giving him A dozen healthy babies, let him grow in a completely controlled environment, he can turn any baby into any kind of character, and you can start to imagine Shakespeare sitting with Hitler." He made an exaggerated gesture , the students below laughed.

"Professor Polk, you just said..." Although the class was over, the new professor was unexpectedly welcomed by the students.Oh, of course it's not just because his lectures are quite interesting, but the professor is like the nineteenth century British gentleman you can imagine walking out of the book, with rimless glasses and a gentle smile , he even required all his students to hand in papers written in ink on parchment, or he refused to grade them.

In this era when even high-functioning sociopaths are called cute, such small flaws will only make students flock to this professor even more.

"Professor Polk..." Wilton is also used to this kind of life. After all, his ambition is to be an ordinary person. Since this is a part of ordinary people's life, of course he will not refuse.It's just that the surroundings suddenly became quiet in the middle of what he said today, and then a student's voice was barely suppressed, "Professor, professor, there is a lady looking for you at the door!"

What excites the students the most, the answer is definitely the professor's gossip, especially a professor with a "personality" like Professor Polk, they find it interesting.

"Good afternoon, Professor." Wilton followed the eyes of the students. The dark blue gothic dress was still covered with lace to the throat. Today this magical "Miss" even wore a veil. , covering half of his face at this time.

"Good afternoon, miss." Wilton hid the impatience in his eyes, walked up and gently kissed the silk gloves.

"WOW—"

"Look, look!"

"Simply Carl and Ruth!"

"No, it's obviously Romeo and Juliet!"

The students quickly made various guesses below, but they speeded up their movements if they were like-minded. Many of them even winked at Wilton before leaving, signaling him to seize the opportunity.With impeccable gentleness on his face, Wilton sent off his students one by one.

"Why didn't I know you were such a gentleman?" There was no one in the classroom, and the voice of "Ma'am" became a deep man's.

"Transvestism?" The person in front of him had seen his real self, and Wilton didn't bother to pretend. He turned around carelessly without leaving a single glance.

"Of course not," the visitor said no, but seemed extremely satisfied with his women's attire, "I'm just here to meet a client."

"You know so many people." Wilton snorted, no matter what the other party came for, he didn't intend to have more involvement with him.

"You..." Moriarty suddenly sensed something was wrong, "Didn't you see the note I left?" For the first time after they met, Moriarty's voice was a little shrill.

"Oh, what do I need to know in there?" Wilton raised his eyebrows, showing a smile that belonged to the Holmes family. "Add to that, I'm not gay."

"Oh, yes, that's it." Moriarty almost stuck to Wilton. He was going to meet his subordinates at the White Queen Hotel that day. After the swimming pool incident, he changed his plan again. Next time To face off with that Sherlock, he'd have to rip out his heart.

It's just that Sherlock's annoying big brother raised the monitoring level of 221B, and the White Queen Hotel, which is the closest to the monitoring range, became his only choice.If so, Moriarty still dressed himself as a woman, of course he really enjoyed it, so there was no need to tell others about it.

After sending off the third wave of people who approached him, Moriarty decided that if the person he was dating didn't show up in another 10 minutes, he would let the other party know what punctuality is. At this time, Moriarty saw A man with curly black hair.At first glance at that silhouette, Moriarty thought he had met Sherlock!But upon closer inspection, the opponent was far less sharp than Sherlock.

Even so, the similar appearance still made the unwilling Moriarty want to get closer, until the other party was somewhat drunk, he suddenly had an idea-maybe it would be a good idea to possess this person who was somewhat similar to Sherlock A very interesting thing.

Do what you think, Moriarty has always done things based on his own interests, whether it is consulting criminals or inviting Sherlock, there is no escape from "I am happy".

A drunken woman in a bar is helped by a sober man to leave, and no one will be nosy, let alone a woman who seemed to be helping a drunk man that night? !With countless ambiguous gazes, Moriarty helped the man into the room... After that, even Moriarty's smile was a little stiff, who would have known that the man was not what he seemed at all Harmless, just a simple turn over Moriarty completely disqualified him from taking the initiative.After one night, he completely understood what seven times a night was.

However, this also aroused some interest in Moriarty, a person who did not match his appearance at all. Such interest made him not leave the next day, but sat on the bedside.

If Moriarty was only slightly interested when he woke up in the morning, by the time it was time for him to leave, he was ten percent interested.First of all, he almost died, and secondly, this man didn't care about strangling him with his own hands. In the end, the reason why he wasn't strangled was because he couldn't conceive? !

For the first time in a long time, Moriarty didn't think Sherlock was the most interesting, the men he'd met were decidedly more interesting.

"You investigate me." It wasn't a question, and Wilton didn't back down, anyway, they had done the most intimate things, and he didn't mind this man leaning on him.What's more, Wilton took a deep breath, it was very good, and it didn't smell like other human sex hormones.

"Professor Wilton Polk, it's extremely rude not to know a lady's name." Any popular actress in Hollywood would be ashamed of herself here, because Moriarty perfectly performed What is the resentment of wanting to talk.

"I'm not gay." Wilton repeated, "I don't see the need to know you either." He didn't even linger on Moriarty's face.

"Oh, you are such a heartless person." Moriarty first showed a weird smile, and then put a kiss on Wilton's cheek, "Call me Mary." Since the other party didn't read the note, Then he will not take the initiative to give the other party a second chance to know himself.

Then he turned around, his eye circles were red, and walked gracefully to the door of the classroom. Wilton suddenly felt that something was wrong. Before he could stop the man, the man who called himself Mary had already opened his throat, "You said you would Be responsible to me, I will not give up!" After speaking, he put down his veil and left quickly.

Wilton dared to swear by his elder brother's hairline, that Mary's volume just now can definitely be heard by people in the two surrounding classrooms. According to the speed of Buzz's gossip that he knows, before night, I'm afraid "professor scum" Don't admit it after eating, the poor girl is infatuated with no regrets" The headline will be on the top of the BBS.Well, if this is also part of the life of ordinary people, he admits it.

Putting on a gentle smile again, Wilton began to pack his things.

"Miss, Mommy will directly ask about the date of marriage." A voice he least wanted to hear sounded at the door of the classroom. Wilton sniffled, his face always gentle, "That lady admitted the wrong person, Xia Why are you here, Locke?" He was polite and educated, and he was a rare normal person in the Holmes family.

That's what Watson thinks. He doesn't know why Sherlock deliberately uses his body to block him from talking to Wilton. Damn his height, he hates Sherlock's stand-up collar coat, although he looks at it after putting it on. It looks really handsome, but... Stop it, Watson wiped his face, stepped over the humanoid roadblock named Sherlock, "Hello, Professor, Sherlock and I are just passing by." He remembered that the other party mentioned that in The surname was changed on the outside.

"Pork," now that he has understood the relationship between the doctor in front of him and his second brother, Watson is now between "family" and "others" in Wilton's mind, especially since his second brother Gao For the sake of antisocial function, this doctor may get closer and closer to the category of "family" in the future, "Sherlock is always like this, would you like to eat something, forgive my presumptuous suggestion, because you look a little tired .”

"It couldn't be better." Wilton didn't say anything, it made Watson really feel a little tired. Since he left the cemetery a few days ago, Sherlock took him to several places, They haven't had lunch yet. The reason is that they followed the clues to find a professor in Barts who studies biological neural responses. The department secretary politely told them that it is best to make an appointment in advance if they want to see the professor.

Is it just a problem for Sherlock?The arbitrariness of the second young master of the Holmes family made him decide to block people directly at the door of the classroom, which happened to be next door to Wilton.

"Oh, you mean Professor Fitzwilliam, I just met him, maybe you can go to a nearby coffee shop with me, and I'll leave a message for him." Wilton opened a cage in the classroom, and there was a It was a snow-white snow owl. "Send me a letter, my dear, Mr. Nut Four. Remember to bring the note to him and go home."

Xue Xiao yelled, the amber eyes looked a little scary, Watson took a step back, and felt Sherlock's leather gloved hand resting on his lower back, "The eccentricity of a hypocrite." His elongated The voice carries a kind of arrogance that everyone is drunk and I am alone.

"Sherlock!" Watson interrupted him with some reproach. It was just a pet, and Wilton was definitely an ordinary person in other respects.

After rolling a parchment note into a roll and putting it in Xue Xiao's pouch, Wilton nodded in satisfaction, took his coat and went out.

"That... that's all right?" It's not that Watson doesn't believe in Xue Xiao's wisdom, it's just that he believes in modern technology, such as blackberry and voice mail.

"It's okay, doctor, you need a cup of hot coffee now." Wilton pointed in a gentlemanly direction, "If you don't believe me, ask Sherlock."

Watson immediately looked at his cohabitant trustingly, and the undisguised trust in his blue eyes made Sherlock's mood rise by [-]%. "Harry is very capable. As an owl, if you can't even deliver a letter, I really don't know what other meaning it has."

Wilton smelled the scent from his second brother and the doctor, and there was a sincere smile on the corner of his mouth. It was unmistakable, whether those two people knew it or not, they were both attracted to each other, and they couldn't help themselves.

The author has something to say: [Note] Mary, Mary, you all understand, 233333

☆、Professor Fitzwilliam

"Doctor, are you okay? You look like you haven't eaten properly for several days." Wilton took Sherlock and Watson to sit in a quiet cafe near Buzz, and the waiter simply gestured Willingly provide a sufficiently secluded seat, there is no way, who makes this new Professor Polk popular enough, treats people gently and generously, there is no reason for the waiter not to provide him with a little help.

Of course, this small gesture did not hide from Sherlock and Watson. The latter glanced at Wilton gratefully, while the former snorted to express his disapproval.

"Thank God, yes, I haven't had a hot meal since we left West Field Cemetery a few days ago." Watson took a big bite of the fried egg contentedly, "Sherlock, don't be childish, then It's your brother!" Seeing the expression on the face of his cohabitant, Watson reprimanded him naturally.

"Thank you." Sherlock thanked him dryly, and Sherlock felt that it was foolish for him to agree to Watson's deal of "doing one thing that ordinary people do every three days in exchange for an experiment".

Wilton showed a very interested smile, his second brother actually said thank you, it was because of an extra meal, oh, maybe he should call his elder brother, if I remember correctly, the marriage bill for same-sex couples seems to be Haven't passed yet.

"Have you gone to investigate the case?" Wilton asked knowingly, not to mention the personal relationship between Mycroft and Lestrade, he was present when the detective went to find Sherlock that day.

Sherlock didn't even bother to speak, his eyes were full of contempt, hypocrite - that's all he defined Wilton.It's a pity that his good doctor obviously didn't think so, "Serial murder case." Watson frowned, his natural sense of justice made him show disgust, "Murdering and burning corpses... Oh, I'm sorry for bringing this up. ' He sheepishly went back to his meal.

"It's nothing," Wilton, who has a lot of achievements in psychology and is used to studying people's emotions based on various behaviors, naturally has a natural gentleness, as if when you are with him, you It's natural to say the last thing you want to say, "You're just tired."

"It's a little bit." He said it without thinking. Watson is like this. In fact, he is not a person with a weak psychological barrier in essence. On the contrary, his past experience makes him extremely wary under normal circumstances.It's just that Wilton is someone else, and the identity of Sherlock's younger brother makes Watson subconsciously relax his vigilance.After all, it was Sherlock's family. "I haven't been to work for several days. Although I asked for leave, Sarah said she wouldn't care, but..." He suddenly realized something, he was not in a private environment, Sherlock even sat his side.

Suddenly aware of the surrounding environment, Watson's face turned red all of a sudden, "You said you knew Professor Fitzwilliam?"

It was a clumsy technique of changing the subject, but it was rare that the Holmes brothers didn't intend to pursue it. Sherlock even gave his younger brother a warning look. Of course he knew what his younger brother was capable of, and he also knew that letting the doctor speak out would relieve his pressure.But Sherlock was just not happy, not happy that Watson was influenced by anyone other than him, the doctor should be his, just like he only accepted the doctor standing by his side.

"Professor Fitzwilliam is a professor who studies biological neural responses. Do you know the Pavlovian conditioning experiment?" Wilton saw that Watson nodded and continued, "Professor Fitzwilliam's research is based on that experiment. on a theoretical basis.”

"What is the main aspect?" Watson is a doctor. He also learned from Pavlov's conditioned reflex experiment. When one stimulus is repeatedly connected with another unconditioned stimulus with reward or punishment, the individual can learn to respond Presentation of this stimulus alone can also elicit a conditioned response similar to an unconditioned response.In Pavlov's experiments, he rang the bell every time he fed the dog, and eventually as soon as he rang the bell the dog began to appear to see the food, when in fact the food did not appear.

"The choice when the nerve reflex is established," Wilton himself didn't know very well, after all, he only appeared here because of his elder brother's request, and he has always been an obedient child. "I don't know much about this part." clear."

"Maybe I can give you some help?" A steady baritone voice sounded beside them, "I got a letter from Harry, oh, if I'm not 11 years old or sure my students are not 11 years old, I even Thought one of us was going to Hogwarts."

"Cowardly Hufflepuff." Sherlock sneered.

"He didn't mean that, I mean..." Watson explained habitually, and then he seemed to suddenly discover something, "You actually know Hufflepuff, have you seen "Harry Potter"?! "

Sherlock picked up his coffee cup, although there was no expression on his face, but Watson knew that this was a real admission. "I can't believe you've seen Harry Potter and don't know who James Bond is." He muttered softly.

Wilton, who was chatting with Professor Fitzwilliam, heard their conversation clearly. This is his family. After he started raising owls with parchment and named them Harry, they didn't have any objections.It’s just starting from Mommy, whether it’s his elder brother or second brother, they have read the entire series of "Harry Potter" carefully several times-they may not agree with the family’s values, but they absolutely respect his choice , before he could hurt himself, of course.

"Where did you just say? Oh, the choice when the neural reflex is established." Professor Fitzwilliam looked excited when talking about this issue, "Pavlov's neural reflex experiments have proved that the establishment of acquired neural reflex is completely feasible. Yes, but in view of his single condition, the established neural reflex is also very simple. What if Pavlov did not just ring the bell when feeding the dog, but sang while ringing the bell? Then in this Is the neural reflex established in this case produced by ringing the bell or by singing?"

Watson looked at Sherlock, his back eyes even slightly closed, "Maybe... you need to sing while ringing the bell?" He frowned and recalled what he had learned before.

"Maybe, maybe not, but please note, gentlemen, nothing is absolutely average, so for a dog, how it chooses whether to ring a bell or sing has a greater impact on its neurological reflexes ?” Professor Fitzwilliam’s voice was somewhat mysterious.

Watson followed the other party's thinking and found that this was indeed a problem. When the conditions became complicated, it was difficult to judge what was the main cause. "What's the point of this question?" He asked quite sincerely.

Professor Fitzwilliam was a little unhappy, but he still answered Watson's question, "When we make a choice, we sometimes don't have time to react. The choice we make at this time is the so-called 'subconscious'. I I believe that these "subconscious" are not actually unconscious, they come from the sum of all kinds of neural reflexes we have established with the world since birth, so this research helps us realize what affects Our choice."

Watson seemed to understand. He opened his mouth to say something, but Sherlock suddenly opened his eyes, "After your mother died, the body was dug up and burned. You reported the case?"

Professor Fitzwilliam's expression suddenly changed, "Are you the police?" He turned to face Wilton, "I thought you said you were a friend, but there is nothing to say about that matter, I will tell Scotland Yard everything I know gone."

"Seas, don't be like this," Wilton spread his hands to signal his innocence, "I just met them at the door of the classroom, and they said they were looking for you, so I called them here. After the class, I Guess you'd rather relax with a cup of coffee, don't you?"

"That's how you are easily deceived!" Professor Fitzwilliam looked a little aggrieved, as if Sherlock and Watson took advantage of Wilton's kindness, "For Wilton's sake, why did you find Me, it's been almost a month since I reported the case, shouldn't you be investigating the case now?!"

"I'm a consulting detective, not those idiots from Scotland Yard." Sherlock stared at Professor Fitzwilliam like a hawk. "You still don't want to find the person who destroyed your mother's grave as soon as possible."

Professor Fitzwilliam laughed suddenly, "It seems that you are not an idiot, that's good," he made a casual gesture, "What do you want to know?"

"About your mother, how did she die?" Sherlock was unmoved.

"My mother died of a heart attack. Although she suffered some pain in the hospital bed, God still cared for her overall. I buried her according to her will. After that, I went to the cemetery to see her almost every day. After half a month, I passed away. I see." Professor Fitzwilliam closed his eyes and opened them again, "My mother's tomb has been dug up, and there is nothing in the coffin!" Pause, "I'm so angry