[Shenxia Tongren] My dear brothers and adults

After getting in the car, Sherlock said, "It's ten o'clock in the morning, when is your surgery scheduled?"

"Three o'clock in the afternoon."

"That's great, we can still go to lunch now."

Dr. Watson nodded when he heard the words. I haven't seen him for two years. She felt that Sherlock was a lot more considerate. What happened in the past two years and transformed him so much? Dr. Watson felt that he should be happy, but he couldn't help it. live pondering.

Going to the clinic where Dr. Watson works, Sherlock frowned strangely when he saw the busy nurse inside. The way she walked and the way she looked at people, normal people would first look at other people's necks and eyes when looking at people of it?It's more like the way a seasoned killer sees people.Sherlock simply didn't leave, and sat directly in the waiting area of ​​the clinic.

Seeing this, Dr. Watson was moved and said, "Sherlock, you can go shopping elsewhere."

Sherlock said: "You were with me in the morning, and now I am here with you. It's only fair."

"Very well." Dr. Watson laughed at this, and said, "You can do whatever you want, but don't endanger the people nearby, that's all."

"Okay." Sherlock smiled innocently at him.

Dr. Watson said to the nurse, "Mary, please pour him a glass of water."

When Miss Mary heard Dr. Watson's order, she replied, "Okay."

Sherlock looked at Miss Mary again and buried his head in the phone again. He waited until Miss Mary put the water next to him before saying, "Thank you."

"Uh, no need." Miss Mary replied, ready to leave.

Sherlock put down the phone and said, "Sherlock Holmes."

Miss Mary was surprised when she heard this, and said, "You, aren't you..."

"I'm not dead, and now that I'm back, I'd like to get a full picture of what my friend's life was like in my absence, can you talk about that?"

"I'm not one to gossip behind people's backs."

"It's okay, it's just chatting." Sherlock said, there is nothing wrong with the accent being British. The local accent needs to be analyzed. The name is Mary Morstan. You can go back and check this. It is so strange that there is no local accent at all. Could it be her Was British English learned later?I get it, a language genius?So is this a spy, an agent or something else?What was she hiding near John now?Who sent her?How long has she been here?Will she be bad for John?

In the end, they chatted quite speculatively.When Dr. Watson came out, he was very happy to see that Sherlock didn't tear down the waiting room. He stepped forward and said, "Sherlock, thank you for your mercy."

Sherlock smiled and stood up. Because of his excessive movement, he overturned the basically untouched water glass next to him. When it fell to the ground, Miss Mary next to him bent down quickly and stabilized the water glass. Continue steadily.

Seeing this, Sherlock smirked and said, "Thank you, Mary." He took the water glass, drank it in one gulp, and then pulled Watson away.

After getting into the car, Sherlock watched Watson drive silently. After driving a certain distance, he said, "John, how did you invite Mary Morstan?"

"Huh? I advertised and she came."

"Is she the only one here?"

"Uh, of course not. There were many applicants at the same time, but she was the most suitable one, so I hired her."

"Oh. Are you the examiner?"

"Yes, there is another doctor who also thinks it is appropriate."

"Hmm," Sherlock thought, and it seemed like a random event, but said anyway, "John, I think you could advertise again and get another nurse."

"Why? Is there something wrong with her?"

"She's an agent or a spy who knows guns, and maybe a killer, or something like that."

Dr. Watson, who was driving, suddenly heard the horrifying news, and almost couldn't control the car and hit the car in front. Seeing this, Sherlock quickly shot and turned the steering wheel.The two of them were saved from a traffic accident.

Doctor Watson, who came back to his senses, heaved a sigh of relief, and said, "Sherlock, I don't understand, can't you wait until we go back to tell such horrific news?"

"Oh, I'll pay attention next time. But, you're making too much fuss, right? Actually, it's nothing. MI[-] has had an agent working as a nurse in the dental clinic that Mycroft often goes to for many years."

"This is not a clinic that hosts the British government. This is just a small, ordinary clinic."

"Ok."

"But how do you know she is not an ordinary person? She has been here for more than three years and has always been normal."

"Her behavior, would a normal nurse habitually stand in the corner of the room? This is a good position for defense, to avoid being besieged by others, and would she habitually observe other people's necks and eyes? The important thing is, I just knocked over a glass of water and she caught it."

"So she reacts quickly?"

"Not only that, her reaction and ability to predict are very good. Most importantly, when I took the cup just now, I took the opportunity to look at her hand. The distribution of calluses on her hand pointed to the The fact that she was diligent in practicing shooting."

"Then she can also be a shooting enthusiast."

"Shooting enthusiasts are used to standing still, but they don't have such a quick reaction. And those young girls who can practice such good skills in wild hunting probably don't need to come out to be nurses, and their families are very rich."

"Well, you're always right."

"I'm sorry." Sherlock said seeing him looking a little sad.

"No, it's nothing. I'm just wondering why I didn't know it after three years with her, but you'll know everything when you come here and take a look at her."

"Because I'm smart."

"Oh, come on, genius. What are we having for dinner?"

"We can go back to Baker Street. Mrs. Hudson has prepared a lot of food to kill us."

"OK then."

When the two of them returned to Baker Street, they saw Mycroft leaning against the wall, watching Hypatia cook.Sherlock asked, "Mycroft, why are you here?"

"Sherlock, be polite." Hypatia just brought out the lamb chops and said, "During the two years you were away, Mycroft helped you look after the house."

Mycroft heard Sherlock's words, and said: "Oh, the reason is very simple. Some little bastard has gone to the scene of the crime again, and my family has to write the report again."

Sherlock opened his mouth, but still didn't speak, sat down sullenly, and said after a while: "Then Hypatia, what about you?"

"I came here with Mycroft for lunch. By the way, do you still plan to keep this place? If you want to move out, I will live here."

"Of course I keep it. It's a good sign, why don't I keep it?" Sherlock said.

"Well, then, I thought you would move in with Dr. Watson."

Sherlock looked at Watson, but he didn't say a word. I was planning to persuade John to move back.

Dr. Watson was also looking at the room. The furnishings were like yesterday, as if the owner had never left. He sat in his old chair, patted the armrest, and said, "Thank you, Mycroft."

When Mycroft heard this, he turned his head and smiled, "No need." You don't need to say it.At this time, he just received a call, and after connecting, he asked: "Oh, are you off work yet? Send a car to Scotland Yard to pick up someone, and send it to No. 221 B, Baker Street." After hanging up the phone, he said: " Gregor is coming, Hypatia."

"Ok."

Watson said: "It seems that it will be very lively now."

"Yes." Mrs. Hudson put down a plate of muffins and said, "It's been a long time since this place is so lively. I'm so happy today."

Sherlock, who was smashing the keyboard, raised his head and said sullenly, "Fatty, you ruined my experiment."

"I just moved it, you put the petri dish next to the bread, it's easy to contaminate the sample."

"No, the temperature of your hand will destroy it."

"Watson couldn't help asking: "May I ask, what experiment are you talking about?" "

"Culture of Streptococcus pneumoniae." The two replied at the same time.

"So, you're doing culture tests next to food, my God, you two..."

"Don't worry, Dr. Watson. Before I cooked, the experiments they said had expired, and they were all two years ago. Mycroft has already transferred them to the refrigerator."

"I don't think this is good news." Dr. Watson said a little depressed.Every piece of furniture here has no dignity as furniture.

During the conversation, Lestrade also arrived, put down the file when he came in, and said to Sherlock: "The identity of the other deceased has been found out. It is Blackwell's colleague Alfred Lewis. The two of them are considered enemies. Strange The most important thing is, how did Blackwell abduct his enemy to his home? That is the first murder scene, I can be sure."

"Does everyone know that they are against each other?"

"That's not necessarily true. I only found out from Blackwell's diary. I've been tracking down Alfred Lewis before. I thought he was murdering and absconding. Because the so-called inheritance is simply non-existent."

Sherlock and Mycroft looked at each other upon hearing this.Mycroft didn't speak, but Sherlock said: "Oh, there are some interesting things." Then he asked: "Have you found out anything about Blackwell's recent activities before his death?"

"No, is it necessary?"

"Well, maybe there are. There are at least two or more possibilities for Alfred Lewis's departure: the first is that he was deceived by Blackwell, and the second is that he left by himself, because of what Need to make up a reason and leave immediately? If he doesn’t want to continue working, he can resign. There is another kind, there is indeed an inheritance, but you haven’t found it.”

"Um, so is it a commercial espionage?"

"Possibly, it's the most dramatic development," Sherlock said.

Mycroft smiled and watched Sherlock speak until he had finished, then said, "There is another possibility, my dear Charlie."

"Shut up, nosy man!"

"Okay." Mycroft whispered close to Lestrade's ear, "I'll tell you tonight."