[Shenxia Tongren] My dear brothers and adults

After watching his subordinates leave, Hypatia rang the bell again to call Rebecca's former boss over.The boss was also a young woman named Brenda Moore.Ms. Moore seemed a little uncomfortable being summoned by her boss for the first time.Hypatia smiled reassuringly: "Don't be too nervous, please sit down, Miss Moore."

Miss Moore sat opposite and said, "What's the matter, sir?"

"Well, about your former subordinate Rebecca Evan, I hope to hear everything you know about her, including your evaluation of her."

"Yes, sir." Miss Moore thought for a while and said, "I didn't have time to get to know Miss Evan better before she passed away unfortunately. I only know that she is an orphan and works as a nurse when she was in college. After adding mi5, I was the first person she dealt with. She was serious and rigorous in her work, and never made any obvious mistakes. If it wasn’t for her disgraceful death, I really never knew that she had abused Drug propensity."

"Understood, let's go down." After listening to Hypatia, he thought for a while, and then received a call from his subordinate: "Miss Holmes, we are now at Dr. Bennett's residence, and we have controlled Dr. Bennett himself. , but there is also a Mr. Holmes who asked to enter and strongly demanded to see you."

"I see, I'm going to the scene now."

After Hypatia hung up the phone, he asked someone to prepare the car for travel.Dr. Bennett lived on Brook Street, and was less than an hour away.Before she got out of the car, she saw Sherlock strolling outside the house. She got out of the car and hugged her brother and said, "Sherlock, I brought Rebecca's information along the way."

"Thank you so much, Hypatia." Sherlock kissed Hypatia's forehead and said, taking the document she handed over.

Hypatia shook hands with Dr. Watson standing aside again, and said to the MI5 agents standing beside him, "This is brother, Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective, and this is my brother's. Assistant and companion, Dr. John Watson."

The members of mi5 glanced at them, nodded and smiled.

Hypatia entered the room and said, "Where is Mr. Bennett? Have you applied for a search warrant?"

"Search warrants are still being negotiated with Scotland Yard, but Mr Bennett has been restrained in the living room. Our people are also looking at the files on his private computer."

"Very well, contact Inspector Lestrade of Scotland Yard and tell him that Sherlock Holmes wants it. I believe Inspector Lestrade will send the search warrant soon."

"Okay, sir."

Sherlock said: "Hypatia, you can't pretend to be my name."

"Don't take it for nothing." Hypatia said, "Come on, let's meet the respected 'master' together."

Hypatia went in first, and Mr. Bennett, who was imprisoned on the sofa, shouted when he saw Hypatia: "Madam, you can't do this! Your husband promised that you will not settle accounts later." All of a sudden everyone looked at Hypatia.

"My husband?" Hypatia was puzzled, but still sneered, looked at him mockingly, and sat on the sofa opposite him with Sherlock.

"Of course, your husband promised you would not come to trouble me before he took you away."

"Oh, then he lied." Hypatia suddenly understood what was going on, gritted her upper and lower molars, and said coldly,

"Oh, no, even the boss of the underworld can't be dishonest!"

"I'm not the boss of the underworld, you think too much."

"what?"

"I'm only a small civil servant in the Home Office. Come, sir, and now I'll ask you."

"Okay, ma'am. And your husband?"

"That bastard is not my husband, but he is indeed the underground emperor of London. Don't talk about gossip, let's start." Hypatia looked at Bennett looking at herself in horror, feeling a bit of a headache. I pumped Moriarty a hundred times in my heart before I could barely maintain a dignified voice and said, "Master, how long will your scarlet rose last?"

"Our party is not against the law, if you are really a civil servant, you have no right to arrest me!"

"Not eligible?! Do you remember Rebecca Evan?"

Mr. Bennet's face turned pale, but he still insisted and said: "I don't know her, is she someone who used to attend the party? People who come to the party usually use aliases."

"Hehe, is that right? Oh, sir, do you want your name to be put on the US military's terrorist list? Guantanamo is looking forward to some fresh blood."

"You!" said Mr. Bennet, looking up at Hypatia angrily. "No, madam, you can't do that! You're peddling your position for personal gain, and the people will depose you."

"Tsk tsk, it seems that sometimes a civil servant's statement is not as good as the threat of a gangster." Sherlock exclaimed beside him, "Did you see that? My dear sister, he was terrified when you came in." The appearance of death is ridiculous compared to the present."

"Oh, brother, my job is to protect the people's power to be presumptuous in front of civil servants." Hypatia replied with a smile, "However, since this gentleman has mentioned our mutual old friend Moriarty several times, I'm afraid he can't be counted as a member of ordinary people." She saw that when she mentioned "Moriarty", the guy couldn't help shaking, and even smiled: "Don't be like this, sir, I Won't do anything but I'm sure you've heard of 'claustrophobia' I'm just asking you to be alone for a while and reflect and think about whether you're going to be honest with me. How long do you want to try? A month Or two months?"

"It's going to drive me crazy."

"It doesn't matter, we have very good hypnotists."

"You can't do that, it's against the law."

"On the contrary, the voice of the people is the voice of God, and I think all the gentlemen present will agree with my treatment of you."

"I do know Rebecca Evan."

"Oh?" Hypatia smiled. Talking to smart people is fast, and he quickly understood the situation he was about to encounter.

"That was three years ago, when the Scarlet Rose Society was just established, she came with Miss Florabryan, and her alias was Nix at the time. But after more than three months, my father told me that that person was Spy, to death."

"Very well, let me tell you by the way: I just found out the identity of your father. He is your doctoral supervisor, Professor Presbury, right?" Sherlock interjected.

"You already know that, don't you?"

"No, what's your purpose? Don't say it's for hobbies. You are not rich enough to spend a lot of money every week to maintain this hobby. You also don't have hysteria or carposis, and you need to suck a lot of blood." Sherlock said .

"My mentor is very obsessed with ancient legends, and believes that the blood of young women can be used to research the medicine of eternal youth. In order to conduct research, we organized this party. At first, it was just for blood, and later we got several bequests Then... occasionally..."

"Murder, what is there to say? Since you have already done it." Sherlock sarcastically sarcastically.

"They want to see ghosts, we're just giving them that wish."

"Oh, how's the research going?" Sherlock asked.

"Very good, great, we almost made it, just a little more samples and we'll make it. Ma'am, I beg you to let me go, give us a little more time and blood, and we'll make you Be the queen of elves. Give me your blood." Bennett said with excitement when he mentioned his own research, and finally demanded fanatically in Hypatia's tone, as if a medieval Catholic priest was selling to farmers Same as the Yom.

"You're crazy." Hypatia shook her head and said.

"You don't understand, do you know? The so-called vampires are just alchemists who have mastered the art of immortality. We are also winning. Give me your blood. I long for it. I need it. I already smell the fragrance of blood. Give me, give me, give me..." Mr. Bennet broke free from the shackles of those around him with a frantic face, fell to the ground, and crawled in front of Hypatia, trying to grab her feet.

Hypatia jumped up all of a sudden, and Sherlock stepped forward to stop Hypatia, kicked the guy away, and said, "Hold on to him, find a way to wake him up."

"Yes, Mr. Holmes." The person he broke away from just now hurried forward to hold him down again, and then someone poured all the cold water in the kettle on his head.

"Basically, I just want to know about Rebecca's death," Hypatia said.

"Well, we injected her with 10 times the normal amount of marijuana, then hung her on an upside-down cross like a crucifix, and opened her veins. Everyone bathed in her blood like a carnival."

Hypatia closed her eyes and imagined the scene, then opened her eyes and said, "Thank you very much for your frankness, master." The syllables "hiss" and "hiss" spit out from his lips like a snake, "I really hope to have the opportunity to let you You try Jesus' redemption, I'm afraid it may not be able to cleanse your soul."

"That's what the gentleman ordered."

"You mean Moriarty? Don't try to deceive me, I know him better than you, you cowardly coward. He would never do such a thing, for fear of getting his hands dirty." Hypatia left said to him.

At this time, the person who was checking the documents in the study came out and reported: "Miss Hypatia, the computer has suddenly activated a self-destruct program, and all documents are being automatically destroyed."

"So important documents have been preserved?"

"Saved part of it."

"Very well, I'll go and have a look." Hypatia said, and said to Sherlock, "Sherlock, do you want to go and have a look together?"

"Okay." Sherlock replied, got up and went in with Hypatia.