[Shenxia Tongren] My dear brothers and adults

"So?" asked Dr. Watson.

"So I just asked Lestrade to keep an eye on him." Sherlock laughed.

"Really?" Dr. Watson suddenly felt a little surprised.

"Of course it's true. And most importantly, she was shipwrecked once." Sherlock said, "Also, pass me the document on the desktop."

"Shipwreck? Is there any problem?" Dr. Watson got up and walked to the kitchen, handing him the information.

"I said before that mermaids are people's fantasy. When people encounter shipwreck and fall into the sea, they will eat people to fill their stomachs. When they come back, they don't want to admit the fact that they cannibalize people, so they say they saw mermaids. , and imagine that what they eat is actually a mermaid. The mermaid brings them disaster and also brings them food."

"So you think the killer might have been a shipwreck survivor."

"Yes." Sherlock said.

"But this is ridiculous. She is not the only one in this world who suffered shipwreck. Why did she do this?"

"Maybe it's nostalgia." Sherlock said, squeezing out a sinister smile.

Dr. Watson rolled his eyes and said, "But Miss Fei Yi, she is not petite, but tall. As you saw today, she is almost as tall as you. You said earlier that the murderer might be a tall A petite person, which is more in line with the image of Miss Carrie."

"My guess is that." Sherlock said a little aggrieved.

"Well, you really don't need dinner?" Dr. Watson opened the refrigerator and skillfully took out the pasta from between the human legs and head.

"Dinner? No, Hypatia will cook."

Dare to feel that your sister is cooking for you in my heart, Dr. Watson complained silently, and said, "It's almost seven o'clock in the evening, and Hypatia hasn't come back yet. Don't you need to worry?"

Sherlock looked up at the time from the file, frowned, and said, "Then she has to work overtime again, is the Ministry of Foreign Affairs so busy?"

At this time, a text message came: "He is back. HH"

Sherlock looked at the unfamiliar phone number, and the strangest thing was that Hypatia was also appended with an abbreviation.Did something happen?

This is another one: "Does everyone in your family like to add initials after text messages? I will try it too. JM"

JM?who is it?The same phone number, and very familiar with Hypatia, contact the previous one, damn Moriarty, he ran back again?Sherlock cursed secretly, looked at Dr. Watson, but he still didn't say anything in the end. If John knew, he would probably rush to kill people and quickly forward the text message from Hypatia to Mycroft special.

A few minutes later, Mycroft sent him the email from Moriarty.After Sherlock finished reading, he gritted his molars hard. A tougher measure? !Could it be that you still dare to kidnap Hypatia directly and take her away to the small black house?

Dr. Watson heard his grinding teeth, turned around and asked, "Did you hear the mouse just now?"

"Ok?"

"I heard a squeak."

"You heard wrong."

"I don't think you told me you couldn't put so much garbage in your house."

"Oh." Sherlock said, shaking the information on his hand, and began to read it again.

Dr. Watson smiled helplessly and said, "Spaghetti?" Without answering, he said, "That's spaghetti."

"John, when you mention hysteria, what do you think of?"

"Parenoid schizophrenia. The two are very similar."

"Very good." Sherlock said, "Socializing is your strong point. How do you feel about your meeting with Carrie Evans today?"

"Very well, she is a very attractive person, very talkative and cheerful."

"So if it wasn't for her being a lesbian, you'd be asking her for a number, wouldn't you?"

"Oh, Sherlock."

"I mean, does she have such charm?"

"Yes, indeed."

"Very good." Sherlock said, put his fingers together in a steeple shape and put them in front of his lips, nestled in the sofa and stopped talking.

Seeing this, Dr. Watson silently began to cook the pasta.

Sherlock and Dr. Watson still had pasta to eat, while Hypatia looked at the refrigerator in front of him, which was cleaner than the exhibits in the store, and was very speechless.She closed the refrigerator door and said, "May I ask, where do you usually get your dinner?"

"I've only been here for two days. I lived in the embassy before." Moriarty said.

"Understood." Hypatia said. The embassy provides three meals a day, supper, and afternoon tea. "I don't think you will have a takeaway call here, so get dressed and let's go out to eat. By the way, I will take you The freezer here is full."

"It's really not necessary." Moriarty said, opened the closet next to him, and said, "Look, I heard that you like Chinese food. Look, these are instant noodles from China."

"How would you ever think of filling your home with instant noodles instead of filling your home refrigerator?"

"No time."

"Very well, I'll fill it up for you and give me the card."

The next few days were very calm. There were no newly discovered mermaid corpses in London, and there were no news of explosions or even human bomb attacks because of the return of a certain boss.

Watson went to work, and Sherlock was lying on the sofa, using his mobile phone to fill up psychological data.At night, Watson came back, saw him and said, "Did you forcefully move your buttocks today?"

"Ok?"

"I said, lunch?"

"Too far."

"What?" Watson looked at the straight-line distance between the refrigerator and him. It would not exceed ten meters. Is this too far? !I was speechless for a moment.

"Hysterical Multiple Personality Disorder." Sherlock said silently.

"what?"

"John, use your cell phone to call Carrie Evans."

"What? Say something?"

"Simply, um, where is the mermaid?"

"Okay." Although Dr. Watson still didn't understand, he hit him anyway.

After a while, he put down the phone with a look of horror and said, "I just finished saying that sentence, and she seemed to be a different person, and her voice changed."

"Oh, great, inform Lestrade, prepare to follow and arrest people." Sherlock said, got up and put on his coat and scarf.

"What? Who are you arresting?" Dr. Watson didn't understand what was going on, so he automatically followed him.

"Carrie Evans, she's probably going to commit a crime."

"What did you just say to stimulate her?!"

"She had a history of hysteria before, so it is possible that after so many years of development, she developed hysterical multiple personality disorder."

"So you induced her alter ego?"

"Yes." Sherlock said.

"Can't we use a more secure method?"

"Catching the current situation is the most effective." Sherlock said, "One of her personalities is very crazy, that is, the one that removed the organs, and the other personality is very cautious, that is, the one that cleans up the aftermath. So if you come to the door after she commits the crime, then We're basically getting nothing. Have you called yet?"

"It's fighting."

"Hello, Dr. Watson. Excuse me, what happened to Sherlock?" It was Mycroft's voice that came over the phone.

Dr. Watson froze for two seconds, then continued: "Mycroft, is Greg there?"

Mycroft's tone became low, obviously with three words of displeasure, he said, "I thought it was off-duty time."

At this time, Sherlock grabbed the phone and said, "Mycroft, ask George to answer the phone. If you don't, I'll tell him that you interfere with his work."

"Not George, Sherlock, you should grow up!"

"random."

"Okay, Greg is here." The British government said, handing out the phone angrily.

After Lestrade answered the phone, he immediately left the British government alone at home, and went to follow Sherlock's footsteps.After he asked his subordinates about Carrie Evans' whereabouts, he said, "Carrie Evans has gone out, but her whereabouts are unknown. She threw us away."

"Understood. Go to Fei Yi Clark's house, her destination should be there."

"why?"

"When we went to their house, there were many books in the bookcase in Carrie Evans' house, one of which was Keats' poetry collection, and the next volume was written on it."

"Ok?"

"I was suspicious of Faye Clark before, so I observed her house the most carefully. On her desk is the first volume of Keats' poetry collection, which is the same series of books as Carrie Evans' house. This may be a coincidence, but I hacked into the Home Office system and looked into her phone records, which was enough for me to be sure that she and Carrie Evans were indeed acquainted."

"However, how did you rule out the suspicion of her?" Dr. Watson asked knowing that Sherlock was using the method of exclusion.

"Because her behavior was too anxious, she kept pinching the hem of her clothes. The chaos in her home was also due to the impact of the disease, and she already had symptoms of being unable to take care of herself. Then the medicine bottle hidden behind the book, it was a bottle Paxil, when you were talking to her and drawing her attention away, I sneaked a piece away and tested it after I came back."

"Is she depressed?"

"Yes, depression is dominated by negative symptoms. The possibility of being able to kill someone is slightly lower. If you kill yourself, the possibility is higher."

Going downstairs to Faye Clark's apartment, Lestrade hadn't arrived yet, Sherlock said: "Don't wait for him." He shook Lestrade's police officer ID at the building manager, and then went straight in.

When Lestrade arrived with a large group of people, the manager glanced at him and asked strangely: "Why did the police come separately, can't they come together?"

"What?!" Lestrade was shocked when he heard this. This damned little bastard ran away by himself. If something happened to him, how would I explain to his brother? !Hurry up and rush up with people.

At this time, Sherlock had already got out of the elevator and walked towards Faye Clark's apartment.When they were about to arrive, they saw a woman with a broken head lying in the corridor. Dr. Watson wanted to check it out, but Sherlock said, "She is Lestrade's subordinate, and she came to stare at Clark. Found."

Dr. Watson hurriedly grabbed her pupils with his mobile phone and said, "It's just a skin trauma, nothing more."

"Then just leave it alone." Sherlock said, walking straight forward.

Going to the door of the apartment, Sherlock wanted to pick the lock, but Dr. Watson knocked the door open with a single shoulder.Sherlock sighed: "goodboy!" and followed in.

The room was still in the same chaos, the furniture was still covered with thin dust, and there didn't seem to be many traces of fighting or people being dragged.Dr. Watson thought, have we come to the wrong place?Wait, where is the sound of water coming from?