[Shenxia Tongren] My dear brothers and adults

After the reconciliation, Hypatia woke up feeling refreshed. She put on clothes after driving Moriarty out. After opening the closet, the dresses were all backless. I don't know whether I should complain about him being a voyeuristic idiot or think he is gentle and considerate.

Before she could zip up her dress, she found the door opened and Moriarty entered again. She said in surprise, "How did you get in?"

"I have the key."

"Then come and help me zip it up."

"Okay. Touched?"

"Thanks for the dress, it would have been nice if it hadn't been backless."

"Your roses are beautiful."

"Thank you." Hypatia put on a knitted jacket, "It looks better this way. I think this skirt has a hole cut in the back."

"But it suits you."

"This is the best dress I could find for going to work." Hypatia said, kissed him on the cheek and went out, walked to the door and said: "I'm going to the embassy after get off work to get my car back .”

"Ok."

After Hypatia got into the taxi, she called Mycroft, took a deep breath and said, "Brother, have you arrived at the office yet?"

"Of course, it was an hour ago."

"He is back."

"I see."

"Moriarty is back."

"I know, he specially sent an email for me to see, and I'll send it to you later."

"Okay." After a while, Hypatia received it, and saw that it said: "As a gentleman, I have the right to courtship. According to tradition, I ask for your consent here. If you don't agree, then Unfortunately, I'm going to have to take tougher measures." She had the urge to turn back and shoot Moriarty, tougher measures?what is that? !In England, his power is no longer what it used to be, what else can he do?

At this time, Hypatia's phone rang, and when she answered the phone, she heard Moriarty's voice: "I think you have seen the email I sent to your brother."

"Yes?"

"That's good, it just helps show my resolve."

"Your resolution? What is that?"

"Usually people become marriages, which I personally find more of a long therapy session."

"Are you finally insane?"

"Actually no, I can give myself an authoritative certificate. I have a license as a psychologist. But there are some diseases that humans cannot explain, and I want answers."

"What?" Hypatia felt that his IQ had dropped too much, and he couldn't understand what he said.

"Personally, I think it would be very irrational for me to come back after I managed to leave the UK. It will not be profitable or interesting. A place that I have abandoned is boring."

Hypatia couldn't help crying, and said, "Then why did you come back?"

"you."

"What?" Hypatia felt that there was a big problem with her hearing.

"After I left the UK for three months, I found that I was in a depressed state for an hour and two 10 minutes a day on average, and there was a growing trend. After experiments, experiments under completely controlled conditions, I found that my depression The source of the reaction was you. You caused me to have an unexpected, uncontrollable biochemical reaction."

"Then, you treat yourself as a guinea pig?"

"There is actually no difference between humans and mice. My brain has a different structure from them, but the body, especially the secretion of hormones, has something in common. Besides, there are still human experiments in this world, so I think this is normal. "

"Well, that's perfectly normal. You didn't inject yourself with something, did you?"

"Don't interrupt, I want to introduce my experiment first. I compared the electrocardiogram after leisure, work and looking at your photos, and after blood tests, I found that there is not much difference between the three, and there is a slight difference in adrenaline, serotonin and dopamine. Of course, I also installed a monitor for myself and looked at my micro-expressions very seriously. When I see you, the micro-expressions are most similar to my micro-expressions when I am doing creative work, and it can be said to be joyful."

Hypatia laughed until tears flowed, and said, "Sir, I really admire your scientific spirit." How could he be so free to make such a fuss about himself?

"Afterwards, I did another experiment. Since it was aimed at the feeling of pleasure, I selected several chemical drugs that can artificially produce this feeling, such as dopamine, endorphin, methamphetamine, morphine..."

"You injected yourself once?! My God, you idiot!" Hypatia scolded angrily.

At this time the taxi driver stopped and said, "Miss, we are here, please get off."

Hypatia put down the phone and yelled: "Keep on." Then he continued to listen

Moriarty retorted: "I'm not an idiot. My IQ would be above normal when divided into two halves. Also, this experiment was conducted under completely controlled laboratory conditions. I injected myself with an appropriate amount once, The effect is not great. Although there is pleasure, but this pleasure is chaotic and uncontrollable, it is completely different from the pleasant feeling when I saw you. So my conclusion is that my emotional reaction after seeing you is a A completely unfamiliar biochemical reaction. To put it simply, you are the medicine, my medicine." He was wearing a fur coat, but standing barefoot on the cold terrace, watching the busy traffic in London in the morning, trying to analyze Hippati Which car is Ya sitting in?

Hypatia felt that she must have forgotten to breathe at that moment, and after she realized it, she leaned on the back seat of the taxi to breathe.

Moriarty said, "What's the matter? Is London so congested that you need to run to work?"

"No, I just want to kiss you."

"why?"

"No reason, because I want to."

"Okay. I stayed where I was."

Hypatia smiled, smiled and smiled, the phone was completely out of power and turned off automatically, she was not at home yesterday, and she did not bring a charger, and she talked for so long just now, so it is normal for the phone to be out of power .Hypatia threw the phone into the handbag a little depressed, and said loudly, "Go back to the place where you drove me just now."

"Yes, miss." The driver looked at Hypatia from the rearview mirror, as if trying to figure out why the man had a convulsion.

It was mild and rainy in Hypatia, but on Baker Street, Dr. Watson, who was stimulated by the dark version of the mermaid described by Sherlock, was about to go berserk.He couldn't help emphasizing again: "Sherlock, can't you show some mercy to these beautiful legends?"

"But it's actually not good, we can know. The legend of the mermaid is not good. I'm just reverting now."

"My God, you want me to think that mermaids are corpses that have been eaten by people. This is really beyond my tolerance."

"It may also be whales or dolphins that were misidentified by sailors. Which do you like?"

"I don't even like it!" Watson said categorically, living with Sherlock is not only ruining the three views, but also ruining childhood.

At this time, Lestrade called and said that another body had been found, and he wanted Sherlock to go and see it.

After hearing this, Watson said, "Didn't you say that there are already clues? Why don't you arrest people? Wait until she commits another crime?!"

"There is not enough evidence, and if caught, they will be released," Sherlock said.

"Scotland Yard can search their houses."

"Do you think a murderer who can leave almost no clues will hide organs at home?" Sherlock said, and immediately went down to call a taxi.

Going to the scene, Sherlock put on medical gloves and asked, "When was it discovered? Time of death?"

Lestrade said: "This morning, people downstairs found blood dripping from the ceiling and reported it to the police. We found it."

Sherlock stepped forward to take a look, then licked his abdomen again and said, "It's the murderer who came up, and the method is basically the same. Are there any suspects?"

"Yes. There are four: Emma Owen, Faye Clark, Carrie Evans, and Catherine Harvey." Lestrade said, took out a stack of files from his coat, and looked at Sherlock's bloody Hand, handed the file to Watson.

Dr. Watson turned the pages and said, "Are there so many doctors and nurses with lace? Why haven't I met any of them?"

"If your sister is also a doctor, then you have met one," Sherlock said.

Dr. Watson smiled stiffly, it was a cold joke.

"Okay, let's go and ask questions. George, please check their medical records, especially the medical records of mental illness."

"It's Greg, yes."

For one day, Sherlock took Dr. Watson to the suspects' homes, and did not return home until dusk.As soon as they got back, the two collapsed on the sofa, Sherlock's head was resting on Watson's lap, and Watson was stroking his curly hair softly.After a while, Sherlock said, "Who do you think is the most likely?"

"Emma?"

"I don't think so. You see, she threw all her underwear under the sofa. She doesn't seem like a thoughtful person."

"Then Catherine?"

"She has a regular partner, and it's difficult to go out to have fun at night, but it can be investigated."

"Carrie?"

"Personally, I think it is possible. There is a picture of a shipwreck hanging on the wall of her house, which is very beautiful, and she likes it very much. I can see from a distance, under the light, the dense fingerprints on the glass frame."

"What does the shipwreck have to do with this?"

"Because of the mermaid, John, because of the mermaid."

Dr. Watson rolled his eyes and continued, "So Fei Yi? She doesn't seem to be at home very often, and there is a thin layer of dust on the table. She may often live in the house of her prey."

"Good observation, John," said Sherlock.

"So?" Dr. Watson said regardless of his perfunctory.