Silent guardian

Lestrade arrived very quickly, arriving 2 minutes after Sherlock shot, but these 2 minutes were enough for Irene Adler to leave.

When he led a large group of people into the living room, Sherlock and Watson were sitting leisurely on the sofa, and several big men in suits fell at their feet.

"I leave it to you." Sherlock stood up and walked out of the house. Watson shouted after him, "Where are we going now?"

"Go find what's in the safe." Sherlock took out a mobile phone and fiddled with it while talking.

"Where can I find it?" Watson wondered, "This is not your phone."

"It's Kate's, I took it by hand." Sherlock said, "I hope that text message can be recovered."

"What does that white rose mean?" Watson was still thinking about the rose. He thought that the flower was meant to be given to Sherlock. "A rose represents love. Does that mean that Queen..."

Sherlock glanced at Watson, knowing what he meant.

White rose flower language: I am enough to match you.

Sherlock said thoughtfully, "She wants to play a game with us, a harmless game, don't worry, John."

"If Mycroft heard it, he would probably vomit blood in anger."

If there is a rational human being in this world, then it must be Sherlock, who doesn't even care about the life and death of thousands of people, so what else can impress him.

Before Watson was overwhelmed, Sherlock said another sentence that was enough to make him vomit blood, "Whatever, even if it is true, he deserves it."

The streets are the same, the taxis are the same, nothing has changed.

Sherlock looked up from the street and saw clouds floating in the blue sky.

"It's going to be windy."

Watson followed his gaze and remained silent.If it was before, he would probably tease with emotion that Sherlock Holmes would actually look at Fengyue, but at this moment, he felt that it was better for him not to say anything.

All emotion, especially love, is contrary to the pure cool reason that Sherlock regards above all else, and in his belief, being in love is simply a celebration of all the hypocrisy, pomp, and sentimentality in this sick, morally corrupt world. s things.

Although Mora once brought him unprecedented feelings, but now, she has once again confirmed those so-called feelings to him, but it is to make people pay the price of heartache after being happy.

How memorable the past is, how unforgettable it is now.

Those memories are undoubtedly a carving knife, engraving those moments on his heart bit by bit.

With the help of a friend, Sherlock successfully retrieved the address text message received in the mobile phone shortly after Socie Cruise was killed two months ago.

Then he immediately rushed over with Watson non-stop.

"This house has been vacant for about two months, and no one has been here. Although Miss Bardot paid a year's rent, she only lived in it for three days. On the fourth morning, she suddenly handed over the key to me, and let me Keeping it on my behalf, and then disappeared." The old landlord opened the door and chattered, it was obvious that he still had a fresh memory of this incident.

Sherlock walked in, glanced around, and moved his nose, like a well-trained hunting dog, searching for the key information left by the owner.

"What kind of person is she?" Watson asked the old landlord, looking out of the window. "I mean her appearance."

"Very beautiful." The old landlady's cloudy eyes suddenly lit up when he said Bardot, just like a person in love says his lover, "Her eyes, as if they could speak, only looked at her gently." With one glance, you can't refuse."

"Oh." Watson nodded thoughtfully, then turned to Sherlock, "What do you think?"

"He's lying." Sherlock took a look at the glass in front of the French window, and then put it back.

"He was bought?"

"No, he was hypnotized. Poor bachelor. After inheriting the family business, he lived on rent. He was crazy infatuated with Brigitte Bardot, so that he never married. That man just used his paranoid psychology to display He used a certain amount of hypnotism, and used hints to reinforce it before leaving. The Bardot he spoke of was simply a product of his imagination, not the owner of this room."

"how do you know?"

Sherlock glanced at Watson, "He wears a pocket watch with Brigitte Bardot's face on his chest, his clothes are vintage styles from France, and he wears the ancient perfume endorsed by Brigitte Bardot. If you Now go to his house, you will find that the walls are full of pictures of Brigitte Bardot, maybe he even sewed one in his underwear, the strongest evidence is his wording, almost without hesitation to answer , unless rehearsed in advance, no one can immediately recall what happened two months ago without ambiguity."

"Are you saying that someone has prepared these lines for him before?" Watson reasoned hard, "Then who would have lived here? The Queen?"

"possible."

"Why did she bring us here?"

"It's not us, it's Kate."

Sherlock pushed open the lightly closed door of the bedroom, and a lot of dust floated in the air.

A fluffy bed, light purple velvet curtains hung on the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sun shines through the windows, printing the white wardrobe and dressing table with mysterious purple.

Sherlock opened the closet to check, then searched the dresser for a long time, and then found a hair on the floor.

"Hair? If you pass the DAN test, you should be able to find this person."

Watson felt a little puzzled, "But will it be hers?"

"No, of course not." Sherlock took out a transparent plastic bag to pack his hair, "The clothes in the closet are all new, the dresser has been cleaned completely, the cosmetics have hardly been touched, and there are no fingerprints." Staying, the owner deliberately erased all traces that could prove her identity before leaving, such a careful layout, she will never forget the carpet, this is what she left for us on purpose."

Suddenly, Sherlock stopped talking.

He stood up, opened the curtain suddenly, and a bright light flashed.

"what is that?"

Watson looked around and saw a cafe. Facing them was the floor-to-ceiling windows on the third floor of the cafe. The midday light illuminated the glass. A slim white figure was sitting in front of the window, holding a White SLR.

"Who is that?"

"Queen,,,,,,,"

Sherlock rushed downstairs, feeling a fire burning in his chest.

Suddenly want to see her very much, there is no other reason.

Sherlock has slowly peeped behind the scenes, and now the truth is in front of him, as long as he reaches out, as long as he is fast enough, he can catch that person, hold on tightly, and never let go.

A woman in white was sitting in a wheelchair, and she was being pushed by an oriental face in a cheongsam. They took the elevator down from the third floor to the first floor. The moment they got out of the elevator, they just passed Sherlock who was running. .

The black overcoat passed through the elevator like a dark cloud, clean and neat.

Watson hurriedly followed behind, and suddenly slid forward while supporting the wheelchair of the girl in white, colliding with Watson.

"Ah!" The girl in white screamed, and even the car and the person fell to the ground.

"I'm sorry!" Watson hurriedly went forward to help him, but the other party was already injured, and after the collision, it was even worse. She broke out in cold sweat from the pain, and her fingers tightly clung to the fabric of her legs. Lost the ability to speak.

Watson picked up the wheelchair and carefully put her back on the chair.

"Are you alone?" Watson glanced around. Since he is a person with limited mobility, he should have someone to take care of him.

The girl in white nodded, then shook her head, which confused Watson.

"No, I have to make a call." Just as Watson took out his phone, he was held down by a hand.

"Please get out of the way." The girl in cheongsam pulled Watson aside, and several people ran over with a stretcher, carefully put the girl in white on the stretcher, and then quickly withdrew.

Their movements are neat and orderly, and they look like well-trained professional medical staff.

Watson breathed a sigh of relief and watched the stretcher leave.

"I'm sorry, I,,,,,," he turned to one side, and there was no one around him.

"John!"

Sherlock came out of the elevator with a frustrated look on his face, and it seemed that he was in vain again.

"did you find it?"

Sherlock shook his head, "Going fast." He moved his nose and asked suspiciously, "Where did you get the benzyl alcohol? It's used to treat burns. It's very strong. It seems that the injury is serious. Wait, benzyl alcohol,, ,,,," Sherlock's eyes lit up, and he rushed out of the door.

The smell, unmistakable, was exactly the same as what had stained the seat, so the man knocked over the coffee on purpose, in order to cover up the smell.

"Sherlock,,,,, always in such a hurry."

Watson raised his hand and patted his pocket habitually, but was caught by something.He reached into his pocket and took out a white lotus flower made of paper.

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Considering under which circumstances it would be better for the two of them to meet.