[Shenxia Tongren] My dear brothers and adults

Hypatia saw that the gentleman habitually raised his hands horizontally after washing his hands. Although he reacted quickly and put them down again, this iconic aseptic operation easily exposed his technique. Medical work or even medical workers who have performed clinical operations for many years.

After the banquet started, Hypatia didn’t spend much time, and spent most of her time listening to other people’s speeches. It turned out that the gentleman above was called “master”, which is really an interesting title. Once again, it can be felt that the individual in this organization Worship is encouraged, even directed.

And Hypatia can easily see that this meal is estimated to cost at least a thousand pounds a night.This organizer is so rich, want to spend some?According to common sense, the organizer must have made a profit in the process of organizing, so how can he make a profit?In the case of such a serious personality cult, is it a donation?Or even a testamentary donation?I'm going to check it out, if that girl also made a will to donate her property to this organization after her death?Then the behind-the-scenes organizer may have the possibility of doing something. The problem is that general wills are not made public. How can we calculate the correlation between testament donations and death?Go back and put Scotland Yard on notice.

After eating, it was time for the show to begin. Hypatia looked at the glass of red wine in front of her, smelled the strong aroma, and felt a little dizzy. The color of the scene in front of her gradually became richer. Take a look at your thighs, sober up, and add a "drug of abuse" at least an addictive drug like marijuana.

She took out a small syringe from her handbag, and under the cover of the wide lace sleeve, she took a syringe out of the glass of wine, then drank it, wiped her mouth with a handkerchief when she drank most of it, and spat all the wine on the handkerchief .

Although Hypatia took various protective measures, she had to breathe and eat something, otherwise it would be too conspicuous.So in the end, she was still dazed watching all the little ladies and big girls go up to cut the pulse. How did they manage to cut the wrist vein so accurately instead of cutting the artery?Is this also out of training?Furthermore, those who have such a strong need for blood are usually patients with carbuncle syndrome. This host seems to have no performance in this regard. Could it be that his mentor is?Medical workers suffering from carposis, go back and check first.Hypatia's thinking diverged so much that she was about to go to outer space. Finally, she felt that the things in front of her eyes began to blur, and she tended to dance. When the sounds she heard turned into noise, she knew she should go out to clear her mind up.

She stumbled up and accidentally poured a glass of red wine on his suit pants when she walked past the "master", and then asked, "Excuse me, where is the bathroom?"

The master lifted her up in a gentlemanly manner, took her to the bathroom, and approached him. Hypatia could smell that there was no disinfectant on his body. Although marijuana can easily confuse the brain, it can strengthen the sense of smell and touch. But it is extremely rare.She tried hard to cross out the fact that the master is a doctor in her mind. Was she once a doctor and then left?Food for thought, too much headache to think about.However, the material of his clothes seems to be good. Judging from the observation just now, his suit should be custom-made and fits very well, but the brand is, it seems to be quite well-known. I can't remember it at the moment, but I can't prove anything. After all, if If he really made a lot of profit from this organization, it would be normal for him to switch from shot to shot. No, the service scope of that brand seems to be very narrow, so let's go back and have a look.

Hypatia felt that the reaction after inhaling marijuana became more and more serious. How did this gentleman avoid such an obvious reaction?Is it food?Incense is not the problem, the problem is in what we eat.

Thinking of this, she smiled a little smugly, and then complacently reveled in the sleepy country created by the drug, fell into a warm and familiar embrace, and listened to the gentle whisper in her ear: "My dear lady, How did you get yourself into such a dangerous situation?" She fell asleep peacefully.

After 10 o'clock in the evening, Sherlock walked around grinding floor tiles in his home, and finally couldn't help calling Hypatia halfway through.

After the phone rang twice and was connected, he hurriedly said, "Hypatia, where are you? What's wrong with you?"

"Shh, keep your voice down, she's asleep." A gentle voice came from the other end of the phone.

When Sherlock heard this, his expression changed, and he said through gritted teeth: "Moriarty, what did you do? What happened to my sister's cell phone? No, why is she where you are? She" Sherlock asked after a moment of hesitation. Said: "How is she? You didn't do anything to her, did you?"

"You think too much, I won't do anything. I said that I really, really like her, didn't I? Well, don't talk, I will wake her up." After that, he hung up the phone.

Sherlock was hung up on the phone by him, and then quickly dialed a few numbers, shouting: "Mycroft, why don't your agents die!! Hypatia was kidnapped by Moriarty!"

"What? Her phone has a GPS location, I'll check it right away."

"It's no use," Sherlock said.

Sure enough, half an hour later, Mycroft's men rushed to the side of a busy road and picked up Hypatia's cell phone. There was still an edited text message on it: "stupid."

Sherlock had already taken Watson to Palmer Street. Seeing this, he just mocked habitually: "Fatty, you control freak, you didn't add a GPS to Hypatia's perfume bottle."

Mycroft glanced at Sherlock coldly and said, "She had earrings, but she changed them today."

Hearing this, Sherlock's face sank, as if he had just bit his tongue, and he didn't say a word, but the temperature around him suddenly dropped several degrees.

Watson also didn't care about the relationship between the Fu family brothers and Storm Girl, and asked cautiously: "Then we can only wait here now?"

With a "swish", both Sherlock and Mycroft turned their heads to look at Watson. The coldness in their eyes could be directly realized as snowflakes flying and frozen thousands of miles away. Still nodded heavily.

Seeing this, Watson decided to forgive them a lot for their indiscriminate use of air-conditioning.

He said that when Hypatia woke up, he found himself lying neatly on a bed, which was nothing, but there was a man lying next to him, and what was even more frightening was that this man was Moriarty.She turned over and sat up, watching Moriarty sleep with her eyes closed, the first thing she thought was why did she seem to have lost weight?No, should I take this opportunity to strangle him or strangle him?She couldn't help being a little tangled, and when she was done tangling, she found that her hand was about to touch his face.She withdrew her hand, glanced at him one last time, and got up to leave.

"Hypatia, you are awake."

Standing by the bed, she stubbornly refused to look at him, and said, "Thank you this time, I should leave."

"Will you tell your brother about this time?"

"Not this time."

"Actually, you don't need to hide it, your brothers all know about it."

"Oh, is it fun playing with me?"

"No, I think it's interesting to be put in the grave just like me and you just lying together."

"You will never know how cruel your words are." Hearing this, Hypatia couldn't help clenching her fists, and her nails made red marks on her hands.

He stepped forward to hold her hand, opened her fingers, stopped her self-abuse, and said sincerely: "Can't you see? I changed my mind, and I want to please you."

"I can't believe you." Hypatia looked at him sadly and said.

"Really?" Moriarty couldn't help laughing out loud when he heard the words, and looked extremely happy. Obviously this answer was to his liking, and said, "You're smart, my good girl."

"If I don't make any progress at all, wouldn't I be ashamed of your teaching?" Hypatia said tit-for-tat, refusing to budge.

"But be honest with me, it's a good habit and you should stick to it." Moriarty said cheerfully, "Well, my good girl, as a reward, do you think I should send you home? "