Did Lowes succeed today? [Comprehensive British and American]

The Times and the Daily Mail, as well as the big and tabloid newspapers, are all in love with the latest case.Even the lace news expressed their views on this case from a tricky and strange perspective.

The three victims, who had no apparent social relationship at all, died in different places because they voluntarily took the same drug.

Except for a victim who died of poisoning and suffocation, no clues could be found at the scene.

At least, the Scotland Yard police have not been able to find it so far.

Why did the victim take the poison by himself, without struggling.And how did they appear where they shouldn't be at all.no one knows.

Said it was suicide, but there was no suicide note and no signs.It was said to be murder, but the drugs were taken by the victims on their own initiative.Why?Didn't they know they were going to die?

Moreover, there was no abnormality found in the life trajectories of the three people at all, just like touching a handful of water in the ocean, even if they were convinced that it was wrong, they couldn't tell the difference.

Detectives from Scotland Yard said at a news conference that there must be some connection between the victims that they haven't figured out, and that it was definitely suicide because they all chose to take the drugs themselves.

But at the press conference, I somehow obtained the anonymous existence of the contact information of all reporters present, and with the help of uniform information prompts, I slapped Scotland Yard in the face. 'He' explicitly refuted the police argument.

There was no connection between the victims and they were definitely murdered.

This is a serial murder case.

Everything that is dramatic has a sense of mystery that makes people flock to it when it doesn't happen to him or near him, so the case is getting bigger and bigger.

And some people rejoice at it.

He is Sherlock Holmes who just moved into 221B Baker Street.

The serial killer is responsible for painting his recent life into colorful colors, and only at this time can he appreciate the joy of Christmas for mortals.

And this kind of fun reached its peak when he saw the visiting Scotland Yard detective Lestrade Gregg.

"Another case?" The slender man with high cheekbones, heterochromatic irises, and curly hair tried his best to restrain his excitement and behaved more appropriately.

"Well, to some extent." Lestrade glanced at the blond-haired man sitting on the sofa.

"To some extent?" Sherlock narrowed his eyes slightly, "What do you mean?"

Lestrade shrugged, "This time, no one died. And, we have a suspect."

Sherlock looked back, his excited expression dimmed, "No one died? A suspect?" His tone was full of disgust and contempt, and he hated that this murderer he had never met before was so stupid that he was caught.

It sounds a bit like he's very dissatisfied that people didn't die.

The blond-haired man on the sofa unconsciously showed a look of disapproval, and then kept himself safe without saying a word.

Lestrade took a breath, as if preparing himself.

Sherlock laughed. "What's going on? What's so special about it that you find it tricky?"

"Our suspect took a plane and just arrived in London yesterday." Lestrade scratched his eyebrows. "And the suspect identified the victim as the real murderer when we took him away for questioning."

Sherlock tilted his head, "A prank? A sensationalist?" The serial suicide and homicide case is too delicate, and this kind of suspect and victim biting each other is really too bad.It's not like the existence that can make such an exquisite serial murder case.

"No. We have confirmed that the drug involved in the case is the same drug that the previous victim was taking.

The suspect is an excellent pharmacist, very good. Lestrade moved his jaw and handed out the two records in his hand.

"The victim was an ordinary taxi driver who picked up the suspect at the airport and was forced to drive him at gunpoint to an abandoned residential building on the way to the hotel.

There, the suspect forced him to swallow the poison at gunpoint.The suspect then shoved the gun into his hand and tossed it aside.He woke up again and was already in the hospital. "Lestrade briefly introduced.

"As for the suspect, his confession is that the driver took him to the residential building and took out two bottles of medicine, one poisonous and one non-toxic. They each chose one and took it at the same time. He chose the non-toxic one, and the driver collapsed.

He saved the driver. When Lestrade said this, he frowned unconsciously, "The evidence is that there are only the driver's fingerprints on the gun. "

Sherlock's eyes lit up, "Oh, smart!! Two bottles of drugs - guns, tsk, this is so old-fashioned. But it must be admitted that it works very well. Oh, taxi drivers - they can hunt game in the city, and who will not pay attention. And find the most suitable place to murder.

Everyone knows the choice between being shot 100% or betting on a 50.00% chance of surviving.While the results may have been about the same, man - awesome! "

He laughed, and then accidentally saw Lestrade's strange expression, "...what?"

"All the evidence is now against the driver. This is his trap. If we don't find stronger evidence, we will have to let him go. He will leave the country."

Sherlock looked at him suspiciously, "Why did you keep him in this country?"

"We need your... magic power. We can't let the real criminals escape, there must be somewhere we haven't been able to break through." Lestrade said with a serious face, "I suspect the dead students, the export company The three directors, the deputy minister of foreign affairs and the suspect all belong to a certain organization. Maybe it's smuggling, maybe it's drug trafficking, I don't know.

If you think about it carefully, they all have the opportunity to travel back and forth at home and abroad.Maybe something changed. After killing three people, the suspect needed to find a suitable scapegoat. "

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, and Lestrade seemed a little encouraged, "This suspect is very arrogant, he doesn't think we can convict him at all.

Sherlock, I don't have that much time.You...you should teach him a lesson. "

Sherlock looked at him strangely, "Oh, you want me to..."

"Prove him guilty." Lestrade spoke righteously.

"Prove that the victim is a murderer?" Sherlock spoke at the same time as him.

"What?!" The voice came from the man on the sofa.After drawing attention, he quickly cleared his cough, and continued to watch his nose, nose, nose, and heart, pretending that he didn't hear anything just now.

Lestrade glanced at him, then approached Sherlock, "You don't really think the suspect is the real victim, do you?"

"You have evidence." Sherlock looked puzzled. "Drugs, taxi drivers' convenient identities, guns. Everything—what else do you need?"

Lestrade sighed, "This driver has a child who is only eight years old. In addition, he has followed the steps all his life. He has never had a conflict with anyone. This incident is a disaster for him.

Sherlock, ordinary people don't kill people easily. "

The man on the sofa nodded unconsciously.

"My God..." Sherlock was almost amused, "you people. You know what makes me sadder for you than seeing you not using your mind?"

"What?" Lestrade frowned.

"Look at your brain—" Sherlock rolled his eyes.

The man on the sofa could no longer pretend to be deaf and dumb, so he let out an eh, "Generally speaking, no one will save someone who wants to kill him after his life is threatened, right?

In addition, he did not call the police, it was the taxi driver who called the police.Perhaps, the suspect is using this incident to confuse his sight. "

Sherlock pressed his hands to his temples: "Please, stop your reasoning. I'm getting allergic to your 'wit'." He smirked.

"You should see him, and you'll see why—" Lestrade looked at Sherlock, "It's me, please."

Sherlock turned his head away in disgust. After the mystery was revealed, he lost interest.He needs the next interesting thing to think about, to pass the time.

He suddenly tilted his head, "The murderer has a child?"

"...It's the driver, eight years old."

"Stand by step all your life? No outstanding parts?"

"Correct."

"—OK." Sherlock raised his chin with his fingers, "Let's meet the murderer and the victim."

Serial murderers are lunatics, and lunatics are only a hair's breadth away from being geniuses.Geniuses are lonely.They need an audience, they need applause, they need focused eyes.

He didn't think any serial killer would be willing to push his achievements onto others.This is defilement.

There is indeed a big contradiction between the two people that the inspector said.

"OK." Lestrade breathed a sigh of relief.

"I don't like police cars and police stations—"

"He's in the car downstairs." Lestrade asked his men to bring him up and explained, "Actually, we can no longer detain him."

"Need me—" the man on the sofa pointed to the kitchen, "give me some space?"

"sorry to bother you."

"You don't have to go."

Lestrade looked at Sherlock, "What?"

"I need an assistant." Sherlock tugged at the collar, he looked at the person on the sofa, "Doctor Watson, do you mind?"

"...I happen to have nothing to do." Watson coughed.

Lestrade took a deep breath, trying to calm down, "OK."

Erce did not expect to face Sherlock Holmes in this way in this life, and he can only say that the world is too impermanent.

As he stepped onto the porch, he glanced at Sherlock, then at John Watson, and slowly scanned his surroundings.He moved a chair by himself and found a place to sit down.

He looks a bit touristy now.

You must know that sitting on the chair in front of the fireplace in the 221B Baker Street house is an activity that Sherlock fans of later generations will flock to.

Sherlock watched his every move and frowned subtly.

Watson didn't expect this person to come in and sat next to him, and he moved his legs uncomfortably.Erth saw the crutches at his feet and raised his eyebrows.

Lestrade folded his arms and looked at everything in front of him, his eyes glanced at Sherlock, his face was full of 'Look, I said so'.

Sherlock sat on the sofa opposite Watson.

"You don't seem to care why you were brought here." Sherlock tilted his head.

Erce looked at Lestrade who was standing aside, "I can probably guess a little bit. You are the Sherlock Holmes that the inspector said."

"You know me?"

"You have an interesting web page." Urs smiled.By the way, he and Strange look like one person.

"Can we shake hands?" Urs held out his hand.

Sherlock squinted.

"You can tell most of my life in this way." Erth looked at Sherlock with curiosity.

Watson moved uneasily on the sofa. This was the second weirdo he had encountered recently.

Sherlock squinted, "I don't need a handshake."

Erce snorted, and regretfully withdrew his hand.

"Also, Esther, you may be right. He is indeed not a good person, but he is definitely not the murderer you are looking for." Sherlock looked at Lestrade, "That driver, he is."

Lestrade... "My name is Lestrade Gregg."

"He's a pharmacist, probably just came from a country in the third world. It's a coincidence that he met a murderer." Sherlock stood up, "You can't call the police just because he saved someone who wanted to kill him and didn't call the police." He convicts.

All evidence tells you that the driver is the murderer.You turn a blind eye. "

Lestrade choked.

Erce smiled, "Thank you for trusting me."

Lestrade put his arm around his chest, "...Are you sure? Is there no way to forge something like an airplane card? It's like entrusting someone else to pretend to be yourself?"

Sherlock... "Grace, don't put your half-assed reasoning skills in the irrelevant parts."

Lestrade wanted to say something else.

"Don't—" Sherlock warned.

Lestrade scratched his nose, a deep furrow formed between his brows.

"Instead of thinking about how to prove an innocent person's guilt here, you'd better find a way to make the real murderer speak." Sherlock tugged at his collar, "Either he is too smart, and you all believe the fake past Either. Or—he was on orders."

"If you absolutely need the driver's confession—he has a terminal illness." Erce turned his head, "Maybe it's a good starting point."

Lestrade was taken aback, "Terminally ill?"

"He won't live for three months." Ess said indifferently, "I saved him because I couldn't just ignore death. I didn't call the police because I'm leaving tomorrow and I don't want to stay here for too long.

But, apparently, Mr. Driver is not as smart as I think he is.And I had to stay here because of his wrong choice. "

"Do you really want me to believe your words?" Lestrade was a little annoyed.

Sherlock was puzzled, "His reason sounds reasonable."

"What?!" Lestrade couldn't believe it.The former reason for saving lives can still be said to be caused by the doctor's nature, but the latter is not reasonable at all.

The atmosphere was stiff, and Lestrade was silent for a long time, "Sherlock, you are 100% sure that this person is not suspected."

"He's the victim." Sherlock said without hesitation.

Lestrade took a last look at Erce, and said to his subordinates, "Check, continue to check the driver's biography. Focus on checking whether there has been a large amount of unknown money in the account under his name recently, and the child's name—— "

"Can I get my things back?" Urs looked at Lestrade.

Lestrade motioned to his reluctant men to return the things to Erce.

"Thank you." Erce took the two mobile phones and the suitcase.In fact, after contacting the embassy, ​​he could have been released from detention long ago.It was just that when Lestrade asked him whether he wanted to meet someone who would definitely be able to expose his scheming, he followed along with the mentality of watching the excitement.

Sherlock glanced at his phone and looked up.

"Nice to meet you, Detective Holmes and Dr. Watson." Erce smiled.The trip to London was worth the price of admission.

He looked down at his phone and saw a string of missed calls.I pursed my lips, it’s not good——

He dialed back the number.

"Doctor! Where are you now?" Rogers' voice came out, "The hotel front desk said you were arrested?!"

Erce... "I'm fine."

"I'm going to Scotland Yard now."

"No, I'm at 221B Baker Street." Erce rubbed the space between his brows. "It's just a misunderstanding. I'll be released soon."

"really?"

"Correct."

"That's good." Rogers breathed a sigh of relief.

"You didn't go back?" Urs pulled up his suitcase, waved at Sherlock, and walked out.

"After the mission is over, I asked Natasha to go back first." Rogers explained, "I'll pick you up, and then we'll go back together."

"it is good."

When the people walked away, Sherlock turned to Watson with a look of interest, "It is indeed his first time to come to London, and he took a police car directly from Scotland Yard to here. There are iron railings on the back seats of the police cars. So, he came here from Who knows our address?"

Watson hummed, "Perhaps the inspector said it unintentionally."

"It's no surprise that he knows my name. But—you know yours, and even that you're a doctor." Sherlock smiled. "Lestrade didn't either."

Watson was startled, "Then he—"

"No, he's really not a murderer. He didn't lie either." Sherlock walked to the window, opened the curtain slightly to look under, and looked inquisitively, "It's just, a weird person."

Watson had a complicated face.Sherlock Holmes is calling other people weirdos...

The author has something to say: This episode is a bit like a sketch episode, and they probably won't have any part in the show for a while.

Also, Erce is a fan of Sherlock, although he denies it.

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