sherlock holmes brother

You have to give up your time with your girlfriend to be with someone who doesn't need your company at all.

"Guess what?" Watson slammed the taxi door shut, "I don't care where you go!"

Somewhat surprised, Sherlock looked up from the BlackBerry to see the doctor who left angrily, and then returned to his keyboard, "53 Rose Street." He said.

Hua, who returned to Baker Street alone, met Wilton at the door with an angry grunt, "Doctor, are you alone?" Wilton raised his eyebrows and looked at his second brother. High-functioning anti-social is not counted, but Emotional intelligence is low for sure.

"Hey, Wilton, I'll have a date soon, yes, a date." Watson, who was suffocating his anger, would not vent his anger, even if the other party was Sherlock's younger brother, "I'm fine, you... Sherlock is fine, too." He looked at Wilton's expression and swallowed "your brother" back, for God's sake, he couldn't imagine that wayward, arrogant, totally ignorant of the world, who would be so quick Sarcasm that this detective who doesn't like that would be the real brother of this mild-mannered, well-mannered, well-spoken Wilton in front of him!

"Then, the date is going well." Wilton made a gentlemanly gesture, and then opened the door of 221C. Angry, self-loathing, sad... and uncontrollably attracted, Wilton felt that he had just seen Everything about it is so interesting, what's more interesting than watching your second brother act stupid?

"Honey, are you back?" Before he finished recollecting everything just now, a somewhat artificial male voice sounded again.

"Why haven't you left yet?" Putting all his emotions away in an instant, Wilton understood from the few short meetings with this person that revealing his emotions in front of this person is tantamount to causing trouble for himself, especially the other party. Wilton has also experienced the ability to use a problem to make a point when he sees a point.

"You haven't agreed to my courtship. How could I leave?" Moriarty was still wearing a gothic dress, and she seemed to be addicted to pretending to be a woman. "Be my boyfriend."

"Leave as long as I promise you?" Wilton asked directly.

"Of course, I'm a good boyfriend, so I'll help him do whatever he asks." Moriarty approached indifferently. According to the contact during this period, this man is quite principled.

"Okay." Wilton replied.

"So if you agree..." Moriarty continued to persuade, "What did you say?"

"I say yes." Wilton smirked slightly, "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, principle? I only care about the result." He got very close, and various hormones were secreted The taste made the other party have no secrets in front of him at all.

"Oh?" Moriarty narrowed his eyes. He was sure that the other party didn't use the deductive method of Holmes, so what made him accurately analyze his own thoughts.

"Please... get out." The thin lips similar to Sherlock spit out a few words, and Wilton even opened the door, and his every move seemed to be from the eighteenth century.

"I look forward to seeing you next time, my boyfriend." Moriarty is definitely the one who can bend and stretch. Although he hasn't taken advantage of Wilton several times, it's more interesting, isn't it?

☆、10·53 Rose Street

When Watson came downstairs the next morning, he saw the detective sitting in an armchair by the window with his hands clasped. His extremely prominent facial curves gave him a kind of ancient Greek beauty.

For some reason, the doctor suddenly felt a little guilty because of his unreasonable troubles yesterday.Facts have proved that it is not a very wise decision to go to Sarah when he is in a bad mood. No matter how considerate his girlfriend who has been ignored for a long time, he cannot accept his own boyfriend who "has made trouble with his cohabitant". Talking like garbage, a quarrel that is not a quarrel drained every trace of energy in Watson's body.

However, the doctor had once invaded Afghanistan, so when he woke up the next day, he was not so angry. Naturally, the part of him who is a good person raised his head in his character, so he also had some sympathy for the detective who left yesterday in a fit of mood. Feel guilty, after all, he should be his assistant, shouldn't he?

"A cup of tea, two pieces of sugar." Sherlock didn't change his posture, he didn't even open his eyes, Watson's smell was like some kind of mysterious factor, which touched his nerves from the first moment he appeared at the door .

Watson shrugged and didn't waste time asking how the other person knew. Anyway, his thinking was just a waste of time. He guessed that Sherlock didn't need his apology, since he probably didn't even notice how he left yesterday at the end.How to say that, empty, well, Sherlock is always empty of unimportant things.

A cup of black tea was placed on the table in front of Sherlock, and Watson took another cup and sat in another armchair. He didn't want to go to the clinic today, and Sarah's ultimatum from yesterday was still in his ears, "John, you have to Figure out who's more important in your life, I'm still your roommate. Oh, I'm sure I'm not asking you to make some ridiculous choice, for God's sake, we're all adults now. But the problem is me Love you, I want to form a family with you, can you imagine Mr. Holmes texting you and leaving when we are teaching our children to babble? He doesn't even need to call!"

Watson took a deep breath of the steam rising from the hot tea. For the first time, he felt that it was time to think about it. Sarah was a good girl, and he wanted a home for a long time.

"John, John..." came the detective's impatient voice.

"Huh?" Watson responded casually, without any intention of hiding his expression.

"What are you thinking? You had a fight with Sarah. No, she accepted the flowers. You haven't broken up yet. Didn't you go out with her yesterday?" It was just simple doubts, and Sherlock's tone perfectly presented what is meant by "I don't know I don't know anything I really just feel weird."

Watson's attention was drawn back, but he couldn't explain.Let him say something, my girlfriend doesn't like us hanging out all the time, so buddy, let's break up from now on. "Sorry," the first thought that floated into his mind was pulled out, "I mean yesterday..."

"That's nothing?" Sherlock waved impatiently, "It's the same without you anyway, I found more clues nearby, Lestrade..."

"Sorry!" Watson couldn't tell what kind of feeling he felt when he heard the detective say "It's the same without you". He and his girlfriend quarreled to the point of breaking up, but the center of their conflict actually didn't care at all!He stood up abruptly, "I'm going out to take a breath", and walked downstairs in three steps and two steps. Watson happened to meet Lestrade who was about to knock on the door.

"Doctor, didn't you go to the clinic today?" The inspector raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"What happened?" Watson stood still. According to the consistent development of the matter, there was only one reason for Lestrade to appear at this time.

"Yes, another one, Julia Heather." Lestrade stood still. Although he was eager to solve the case, he was more inclined that the man in front of him would go with the detective. You know the best way to make an older child obedient The solution is to find a suitable nanny.

"Then what are you waiting for?" Before the doctor could answer, an arrogant voice came from behind him. Watson turned around and saw Sherlock standing behind him at some point, and the shadow in the stairwell hit him There was a bit of gloom on his face, "Are you going?" He rarely asked when passing by the doctor.

"Maybe it's dangerous?" Watson, who had been struggling all morning, suddenly let it go, and he said with a smile.

"Yes, it's dangerous." Sherlock smiled slightly, his pale eyes seemed to be full of light.

The taxi pulled them away quickly, and only half an hour later, the door of 221C also opened, and Wilton walked out wearing his usual three-piece suit and holding a cane, "53 Rose Street." He said After explaining to the driver, he slowly closed his eyes. 53 is indeed a good number, and the invitations from his colleagues are also very interesting, especially the "bring your fiancée with you if it is convenient". How many people know that he still has a "fiancée"?

"Welcome," the door of No. 53 Rose Street opened, and then Professor Fitzwilliam's face appeared behind the door, "I didn't know you had a fiancée, and if Arthur hadn't told me the good news, I would still have been fooled by you." In the drum? How can a person, oh, God, don't tell me that lady is so stupid to refuse your marriage proposal, the last noble of Buzz?" He opened the door, and Wilton saw him not far behind Standing Arthur Michael.

"She should be on the way." Wilton took off the black lambskin gloves and shook Professor Fitzwilliam's hand. "So you know each other. Hello, Professor Michael."

"Don't be so polite, just call him Arthur. We have known each other for many years." Professor Fitzwilliam welcomed him in, and Wilton keenly felt that his colleague seemed to be very different in front of Professor Michael. General excitement.

The three men sat on the sofa in the living room, and Wilton saw Professor Fitzwilliam sitting on the right of Professor Michael. Although this made the latter a little awkward while drinking tea, he was good-tempered and didn't remind him.Professor Fitzwilliam was obviously in a state of extreme excitement. He talked about his latest discoveries incessantly, regardless of the feeling that Professor Michael might not be able to understand at all because his field was different from his.

But this just shows the familiarity of the two people. After all, not all friends will tolerate you completely ignoring his existence.

"Ding dong——" the doorbell rang, followed by the butler's voice, "Professor Fitzwilliam, there is a lady at the door. She said she was looking for her fiancé."

One sentence changed the expressions of the three people present. Professor Fitzwilliam was pure gossip. Wilton's usual gentleness brought some surprises, but Professor Michael's face was slightly surprised, but his expression changed very much. Hurry up, if Wilton hadn't studied human expressions for a long time, I'm afraid he wouldn't have noticed.

Without thinking about what happened to Professor Michael, Wilton stood up, with just the right enthusiasm in his tone, "I thought you would be late, this is my colleague, Professor Fitzwilliam, then This is his friend, Professor Michael." He paused, "My fiancée, Mary Polk."

"Oh, you are not married yet, don't worry about your surname." Professor Fitzwilliam blinked, "Please forgive my presumptuousness, Wilton is our friend, we were very surprised when we heard that he was going to propose marriage Yes, of course you can agree is another piece of good news, believe me, such a good husband is hard to find now."

Moriarty smiled. He looked at his new boyfriend, now "fiancé", and for some unexplainable reason, he had better not speak today.

"Mary is not very talkative, but she did make me the happiest man in the world." Wilton immediately understood his boyfriend's embarrassment. Although he didn't know why, but the other party had already cooperated and appeared, he immediately There's no need to delve into it, "As for the last name, it's a matter of time anyway, Mary doesn't mind."

As he narrates, Moriarty is cooperatively shy, happy, trusting, and... dependent.

"Oh, my God, you are so well-matched!" Professor Fitzwilliam laughed. "I think of happiness just looking at you, don't you, Arthur?"

"Yes, trust is a wonderful thing. It is invisible and intangible, but it is the most important part of a relationship. In the name of the high priest, I wish you happiness." Professor Michael put his fingers on his chest as he spoke. draws out a complex graph.

Wilton frowned slightly. He could feel the malice emanating from the other party just now.No, not just just now, today's invitation already has a very strange feeling.But he still pretended not to know anything, "What should I say? Thank you for your blessing?"

"Come on, put away your tricks, this is not ancient Egypt, Your Excellency the High Priest." Professor Fitzwilliam elbowed Professor Michael, and put a cup of tea on his right hand.Professor Michael held up the teacup awkwardly with his left hand, and raised it apologetically, "Professional habits."

"Who doesn't have any eccentricities?" Wilton said something meaningful. Three big men plus a lady. Although the lady hardly spoke, it was obvious that there were quite a lot of topics between them.Unknowingly, a few hours passed, Moriarty unobtrusively tugged on the corner of Raveldon's clothes, and the latter got up knowingly to leave.

A few people stood at the door saying goodbye, and it was already evening when a beam of strong lights rushed over from the street, and then Lestrade ran down from the police car in a hurry, and showed his ID neatly, "Arthur Michael , you are suspected to be related to a murder case, please cooperate with our investigation."

"Arthur? Mr. Inspector, there must be some misunderstanding!" Professor Fitzwilliam froze for a moment, then loudly distinguished.

"It's all right, it's just a misunderstanding. It's good to make it clear. I'm glad to meet you." Professor Michael was free and easy. He extended his left hand to shake Wilton's, and then left with Lestrade.From the beginning to the end, Lestrade didn't even give Wilton a look, as if he had never seen him.

"The hospitality is not good." Professor Fitzwilliam smiled a bit reluctantly.

"It's okay, thank you for your invitation." Moriarty spoke for the first time today. His voice was very low. After listening to it, others would only think that the young lady was a bit cowardly by nature, so the voice was not loud.

Taking the taxi again, Wilton did not choose 221C, but reported the address of the White Queen Hotel.Thanks to the credit card that his elder brother gave him, a comfortable suite was quickly opened.

Opening the door, turning around, Wilton squeezed Moriarty's body against the door panel with his own body, and pressed his straight nose tightly against the latter's white neck, "Maybe you would like to talk about why you saw Lestrade's reaction was nothing but excitement? My dear boyfriend."

"Fiancee," Moriarty's eyes flashed with interest, "how did you find out?" He remembered that it was very dark at that time, and he was standing half a step behind Wilton, who was in Lestrade. After Te appeared, he never looked back.No observation... So how on earth did he judge how he felt at the beginning.

"Answer my question first, otherwise..." Wilton put one hand on Moriarty's neck lightly, "You may not have the chance to say it."

Moriarty laughed. The feeling of being held in another person's hands not only did not make him feel fear but made him more excited, especially when this person was his boyfriend, he couldn't be more satisfied.This feeling was faithfully reflected in his body, and Wilton, who was close to him, quickly noticed the change in him. "You like that, don't you?" Wilton moved his tongue slowly along Moriarty's throbbing carotid artery. "Since you're my boyfriend, maybe you need to do something?" Finally his teeth closed. The sharp pain made Moriarty feel like his entire soul was hooked by this duplicity man, if he still had a soul.

"I'm so happy." Moriarty couldn't move his body, but he still rubbed the middle of Wilton's trousers with his leg vaguely, "Let me see and see, huh?"

☆、Tell me your name

"What do you want?" Wilton smiled lowly, breathing on Moriarty's side face, "This way, this way, or... this way?" His hands were down, separated by a thin layer of Clothes describe each other's shape.

"As you wish." Moriarty doesn't care who goes up and who goes down, especially when the opponent is full of aggression. Although he is the one who takes the initiative most of the time, when he is with Wilton, he seems to be doing nothing. The one below is also not a problem.

"Hiss—" Wilton directly tore off the skirt on Moriarty's body with his hands, and felt that the other party was getting more and more excited because of this action, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, "You really like this, don't you?" The skirt was not completely torn apart, only the hem of the skirt. The gothic design ensured that the upper body was buttoned up to the neck, and then he directly poked his fingers in it.

Without foreplay and lubrication, Moriarty is just a person after all. Even if he doesn't reject Wilton's behavior psychologically, the physical reaction is not so easy to overcome.Naturally, his face was a little pale, and his lower body, which was already in a state of excitement, was also a little sluggish.

"What about now?" Wilton thinks this person is really interesting. Obviously, the physical reaction is repulsive, but smell and see the smell he secretes, adrenal glands, gonads... I swear by his eldest brother and the inspector, this Ren is the first ordinary person he finds interesting besides his family. After all, not everyone has such a good acceptance of pain and coercion.Especially in same-sex relationships, Wilton understands the natural desire to conquer in male creatures, so he has always been curious about the psychology of those who are willing to submit.

After his long-term research, left and right are just two kinds, one is a natural psychology of wanting to be number zero, and the other is a partner who loves him enough.

But this man who called himself "Mary" was neither. Although he didn't know his specific occupation, Wilton had an intuition that he would be a very difficult person, especially in his own field, he would definitely be like an emperor.But such a person prefers women to stay by his side, whether it is a "fiancée" or the upper and lower in the sexual relationship, he seems to be happy, why?

Wilton never believed in chance, nor did he believe that he had such a charm that he could subdue this proud man from body to heart after meeting him a few times, so there was only one conclusion, what was in him that the other party needed or was interested in? of.

What do ordinary people do when they find out that they are actually an intermediate link in another person's goal?Wilton didn't know, but from his point of view, this person was very interesting and relaxed enough in bed. As for his purpose... To be honest, Wilton didn't care at all until he really caused harm.

Hastily twitching his fingers a few times, Wilton just opened the zipper of his trousers and stuffed himself in. As a result of not doing a good job of expanding, two people frowned at the same time - one was because of the pain of tearing, and the other was because of the tearing pain. Because of the pain of squeezing.

She was nailed to the door, her legs were widely separated, her skirt was torn apart, and she followed the shape of her legs in a lewd|sexy posture.The inviting posture of the lower body was in stark contrast to the orderliness of the upper body. Coupled with the pale skin, Moriarty was rarely seen as weak.

Without forcing himself to move, Wilton didn't look very strong, but his powerful left arm passed through Moriarty's waist, holding Moriarty firmly in his arms, and the bloody smell slowly rose Get up, with this kind of lubrication, they are finally really together again after their one-night stand that day.

"You're fine, really fine." Not only did the smell of blood not affect the "sexuality" of the two, Moriarty's excitement was faithfully captured by Wilton's sense of taste, and there was nothing more enjoyable than his companions enjoying it It is rare to be sure of a man's ability. Wilton controlled the muscles in his waist while biting Moriarty's ear, "Your name, I want your real name." Interested in people, Wilton really can't accept giving birth to a Muggle with his own blood, but he can still afford a fixed lover|Lover, find a physical and mental harmony among so many boring people and don't let him at all It's not that easy to be bored.

"It depends on your ability." Moriarty made a pun, and even after he finished speaking, he forced himself to wrap around Wilton's waist.He had given the other party a chance, but it was a pity that the other party was not sure, so he would never say it a second time.

"A challenge to my ability, huh?" Wilton moved a part of himself buried in Moriarty's body, "I thought there was no need to discuss this issue." Everyone has been eaten by him Wipe it clean and what else can I say.

"Excessive self-confidence is called arrogance." Moriarty's rosy cheeks stained with desire looked extremely attractive, "I am not the one who unilaterally decides the relationship between our fiancée."

Wilton laughed, and then he began to expand his territory on Moriarty. Since the other party aroused his interest, he should not leave in a hurry before he lost interest.Wilton knew it, he just put a letter with "To Mary" in the mailbox at the door of 221C, and then "Mary" appeared, even the idiots at Scotland Yard could deduce that People who came out to have him are resident in Baker Street, but the reason is unknown.

But...Wilton tore off all the clothes on the other party, and just tied a bow with a garter around the wrist, "I will always know, no matter your name, or the relationship between you and Professor Fitzwilliam , As a bonus, I am very sensitive to smells, the perfume you use is too special."

For the first time in his life, Moriarty was completely drawn into the crazy sensory world before he had time to reason about someone's words. Maybe he was really born with a desire to be mercilessly attacked by the strong. The desire to crush, it's a pity that there are not many people who can really suppress Moriarty unscrupulously.

Maybe that detective named Sherlock Holmes could... no, that detective might be a good match, but in terms of taste, Moriarty thought drowsily before being led to bed|, he was more comfortable with his current boyfriend .

Moriarty, who was rarely in a daze, did not know that it was his momentary vindictiveness with Wilton that caused him to realize that the objects he had always been interested in were "Sherlock Holmes" after a long time. It's just the small one.

Here, Wilton finally found someone he was interested in who was not part of his family, but Sherlock fell into some kind of crisis.

It's not really a crisis. When there is a case, Sherlock never pays attention to the things around him. People who are familiar with his habit have already known it.But this time was different. Although Watson went to the crime scene with Lestrade when he came that day, the days after that were obviously different.

Sherlock tugged at the strings of the violin as if venting his anger. It was obvious that his case was progressing smoothly. Although the fourth body was found, because it was not burned in time, that body was almost full of clues—broken limbs, The tongue that was cut off, the traces of the rope that can be seen at a glance on the wrist, and the soaked sackcloth that was not wrapped around it... just need to connect a few cases together, or go to interrogate the interrogated by Reis The archaeologist Tritt took away may have made the case clear.

But Sherlock didn't want to go. This was the third night in a row that Watson hadn't returned home, although he always slept on the sofa at Sarah's house.Dog hair, desiccant, the woman got him new bedding, and of course not forgetting her dog, damn he hates pets.

"Beep—" His BlackBerry reminded him of the arrival of new mail.

"About..." The half-tone of the doctor's name appeared, and then dissipated into the air like steam. Sherlock suddenly felt a little empty in his heart, and Moriarty's words by the pool suddenly appeared in his ears—I Will take your heart out.

What he said at the time, I have no heart...

Does Sherlock really have no heart?Maybe... at least he thought so, even though all Holmes, including Wilton, thought it was just a joke, a joke Sherlock used to deceive himself.

However, taking care of oneself has always been the code of conduct that Sherlock Holmes adheres to, so Sherlock will not get any sympathy from any of his family members. They will just silently watch from the sidelines, and then pull him when he is about to fall off the cliff. A moment, and then...keep hanging him from the cliff until he figured it out for himself.

Pulling his curly hair vigorously, Sherlock opened his BlackBerry a little irritatedly. The unknown number in the new email contained only a short line of words, "Meddlers die." The blood-red words were not very big, especially at the end. A simple punctuation that doesn't look like a threat at all.

But Sherlock's brain told him after the deduction that such a clean and non-exaggerated statement tone was only because the sender really believed in his heart that this sentence was completely true.Because meddlers are bound to die, they didn't even use an enlarged font size or a threatening tone. Since it is a fact, it only needs to be stated.

"Let me see who you are..." Sherlock jumped to Watson's computer like a big bird, and then opened it without any problems. Even the popular Angry Birds.Of course Sherlock will never admit that he finds it boring that the doctor spends a lot of time wearing a pullover and concentrating on bumping the various color spots with his fingers, God knows why people spend so much time on something so meaningless.

The window on the notebook popped up and then closed, and countless commands ran from Sherlock's fingertips into command boxes of different colors like jumping elves, and finally became "stalkers" one by one, looking for their prey according to the owner's wishes.

"White Queen Hotel..." Sherlock clasped his hands together, looked at the last address of the other party displayed on the computer, and dialed the phone. He pretended to be an employee of a dry cleaner, indicating that a guest in a certain room of the White Queen Hotel had forgotten his clothes. in his place.Then he successfully got several suspicious room numbers.

"John, we..." Subconsciously again, Sherlock's face turned extremely ugly, isn't he alone?Anyway, he's been alone since a long time ago!

☆、Meddlers die

"Knock knock", the regular knocking sound on the door caused the people on the bed to move, one of them opened his eyes, and the other muttered a few words before turning over and continuing to fall asleep.

"Who..." Wilton's voice seemed to be hoarse after the incident. Although he was completely naked, he couldn't open the door with just a towel on.A silk nightgown was obediently lying on his body, his half-length curly black hair was a little messy, and he could vaguely see the blood-stained tooth marks on the side of his neck.

"Hi, I'm dry cleaning..." The flattering voice belonging to the contact person of the laundry shop paused when he saw the person standing at the door, and then he was arrogant that didn't match his identity at all, "Why are you here ?”

The corners of Wilton's mouth twitched, and he looked at the person with a blank expression, "I thought it was me who should ask this question more."

"Oh," Sherlock elongated his voice, put his hand into the pocket of his coat, and a mischievous look appeared on his face, which resembled Wilton's outline, "I don't need deduction at all to know what you did , just... with whom?" His eyes slid from Wilton's messy hair to the side of the other's neck, "I don't think you have done anything that disrespects women, Mommy won't be happy."

Wilton followed Sherlock's eyes and saw the long skirt on the sofa in the small living room, which was obviously torn and completely out of shape, "This is my business, since you mentioned your fiancée last time, there will always be someone. "Of course he wouldn't tell his dear brother that something went wrong with his rendition, that the one lying on his bed in the bedroom was actually a man and not a woman.But what does it matter?He saw no need for an explanation.

"Hmph," Sherlock snorted coldly, knowing in his heart that his little brother has always been reliable. Of course, this "reliable" is based on the score of the devil Mycroft. "I just remind you." He said awkwardly , people in the Holmes family have never been good at directly expressing their concern for their loved ones.

"Then what are you doing here?" Wilton narrowed his eyes. The hearty sex | love made him very satisfied, but he was not exhausted. He was dragged from the bed in the middle of the rest. Think how good-tempered he is.

"It's nothing." Sherlock adjusted his collar, "Pay attention to safety measures, not everyone is qualified to be called sister Elizabeth."

Wilton made a gesture of not giving it away. He didn't need to think about this issue at all, unless men could also have children, but even then he would not let the child be born.Although he was a Muggle in this life, after all, the memory of his previous life was still there, and Wilton simply could not accept that he went against the education he received in his previous life to have a pure Muggle offspring.Of course he respects and loves his family as always, but it's just his family, this is his bottom line.

Back on the bed, Moriarty let out a snort because of the warm approach of another person. In the past, no one was kept on his bed, of course it was also because those people didn't dare to stay, "Who? ' he asked vaguely.

"Dry cleaning shop." Wilton remembered Sherlock's excuse when he knocked on the door. Although he probably knew what the other party was here for, there was no need to tell him about this boyfriend, although they were worthy of the name in all aspects.

Moriarty closed his eyes and fell asleep again, completely unaware that the greatest enemy in his life he identified a while ago was standing at the door of the room just now, without even a knife on his body.

Leaving Wilton's room, Sherlock became an employee of the dry cleaner again, and the news that his little brother slept with an unknown woman seemed to mean nothing to him.Respect everyone's choice, as long as the bottom line is not touched, this is how the three Holmes brothers love their families.

Excluding almost all options, Sherlock finally found a pink iPhone in a trash can at the White Queen Hotel. The undisguised operation interface, production batch number, and a series of data on it all showed that it was an iPhone. Just applied for the phone.He took out his blackberry and started looking for its owner, even knowing that the other party was probably just a scapegoat Sherlock still chose to collect as much data as possible.

"Arthur Michael, oh~" Sherlock's voice was full of interest, and then he sent a message, "You should ask your suspect if he has lost his phone recently."

"Inspector?" The detectives who were interrogating in Scotland Yard looked at the white-haired Inspector suspiciously. They were standing outside the glass wall of the interrogation room. Although the people inside could neither hear nor see them, they were the last Well keep quiet.

Lestrade wiped his face. He didn't want to know why he had turned off the mute, but now his phone was ringing with a text message, especially considering the few people who had the ability to do this, he didn't want to know who the text message was. look!But Lestrade also knew very well that no matter who those people were, he couldn't afford to mess with them. He took out his mobile phone and resignedly opened the "new message".

"Donovan," opened the door and walked in. Lestrade, who really trusted Sherlock more in solving crimes, said directly, "Professor Michael, have you lost a cell phone recently?"

Donovan was a little upset because he was interrupted suddenly. She had been interrogating this man for a long time but there was no result, especially since there was almost no superfluous expression on his face, which made it impossible for her to start.

But she suppressed her anger when she saw that it was the inspector who came, and then she saw the expressionless face of the person she was troubled with for the first time showing undisguised surprise