[Shenxia Tongren] My dear brothers and adults

Hypatia originally wanted to go back directly, but when she saw Sherlock stepping out to wave for a taxi, she called out: "Stop, wait a while, is Mycroft in a hurry to tell me to go back?"

"No, Your Excellency Holmes very much hopes that Miss can take good care of Mr. Holmes."

Hypatia heard the words and said: "He thinks highly of me."

At this moment, Sherlock also walked up to the car, opened the door and got in, and just as Watson sat down, he shouted, "Drive, go to Scotland Yard!"

Seeing how excited he was, Hypatia asked, "Brother, is there anything to be excited about?"

"There are some interesting things, you can see them when you go to Scotland Yard."

Watson, on the other hand, had a bitter look on his face. He glared at Sherlock when he heard the word "fun", which didn't seem to be a good thing.

Going to Scotland Yard, Sherlock took his family to Lestrade's office very naturally, and he actually had Lestrade's office key. Hypatia was a little surprised, Lestrade should reflect on himself The anti pick ability.Then Hypatia saw Lestrade walking towards the office, looking for the keys in his pockets. Dr. Watson was a good man, so he went directly to pull Lestrade.

Lestrade knew where his keys were when he saw his office door open, you bloody little bastard!

Hypatia walked around the room while Lestrade was talking to Sherlock, and then saw a few drops of freshly dried milky white liquid at the foot of Lestrade's desk. According to the traces, the traces on the table have been wiped off.And there was no trace of spilled milk on Lestrade's sleeves or lapel.And judging from the position of the desk lamp, this place is the darkest at night, but now it's under the sunlight, so it's obvious.The conclusion pointed to by this trace made Hypatia couldn't help covering her mouth and lowering her head to giggle.

Seeing her laughing, Sherlock came over to take a look, then glanced back at Lestrade, and said with a malicious smile: "It's actually playing in the office, you guys are really interesting."

As soon as the words came out, Hypatia quickly tugged on Sherlock's sleeve, telling him not to say any more.Dr. Watson looked at Lestrade in amazement. He didn't expect that Mycroft, who looked very rigid, turned out to be so bold and unrestrained.

Lestrade blushed a little, and then roared in a low voice: "You can try to say it in a place with more people, Sherlock!"

"Yes, I will go to the Speakers' Corner in Hyde Park tomorrow, if you will allow me."

"If you dare to do this, there will be no case in the next three months, and you can wait to go home with Mycroft for Christmas!"

"You can't stop me from telling the truth."

"I can, and this is not the truth, it is personal privacy"

"It's the same for me."

"Damn it, I look forward to seeing you eating in formal clothes in your old house again."

"The police personnel actually succumbed to the coercion of the intelligence executives..." Before Sherlock finished speaking, Doctor Watson who was beside him had already put one hand on him and shouted: "Sherlock, shut up."

Sherlock pursed his lips aggrievedly, but didn't continue talking. He changed the subject and said, "When will Anderson be willing to return the evidence to me!"

"You also know that it is evidence, so of course we have to wait for him to test it."

"He'll destroy it."

"Are you talking about yourself?" Lestrade retorted immediately.

At this time, Anderson came in with a few boxes in his hand and said: "I just had an X-ray inspection, and it was full of coarse salt. Then I opened it and saw a piece of human skin preserved with coarse salt, with red tattoos on it. Roses." Speaking of which, he raised his voice a little triumphantly and said: "So, we can close the case, that old madman killed several girls and then peeled off their skins, kept them well, and admired them at home from time to time, what a fool An old pervert like a freak."

At this time, Hypatia couldn't bear it and said: "Sir, do you believe that Britain has a license to kill? If you insult my brother again, I will apply for one to kill you when I go back!"

Anderson closed his mouth, and said to Lestrade: "We can close the case this time, boss. We can let these people go back, and we have to write the report."

Lestrade folded his hands and did not speak yet.Sherlock said: "So, how to explain the call from the dead man?"

"That's just a sham."

"Really? Did you find that calling card? Is it in the hands of Professor Berry? You can be sure of that?!"

"I'll find it sooner or later."

"You can't find it."

"impossible."

"The murderer is not him, idiot! I doubt how you passed the graduation exam, and then sneaked into Scotland Yard to work, cheating or bribing the examiner? Dr. Watson, if you want to store human organs, what would you use?"

"What, storing human organs? Uh, formaldehyde, formalin." Watson was suddenly called and replied after reacting.

"Did you hear that? This is the thinking of a normal medical worker. Professor Berry is also a medical worker. He doesn't use formaldehyde, which is an easy-to-obtain chemical reagent, but buys a lot of coarse salt and takes it home? Do you think he Is your IQ as low as yours? Or as unprofessional as yours?"

"..." Anderson looked as if he had been violently punched in the face, gasping heavily, and clenched his fists, as if he was about to hit someone.

Sherlock still didn't let him go, and continued: "Okay, get out now, your face is too hindering for me to think."

He took a deep breath, then turned around stiffly, went out, and closed the door behind him.Sherlock turned around and smiled, "Shall we continue?"

"Sherlock, I don't want my subordinates to be tempted to commit murder one day, can you be a little less disgusting?"

"He's too stupid to dangle in front of me."

"Okay, what are we doing now?"

"Interrogate Professor Berry, we need to know how those human skins came from?"

"That guy seems to have a problem with his brain and is very aggressive. My people can't get close to him, so we can only lock him in the interrogation room."

"Come on, give me 20 minutes." Hypatia said.

"What?" Lestrade looked at Hypatia and couldn't help being puzzled, girl, don't be kidding, if you are really hurt by that lunatic, your brother will go berserk!

"Let Hypatia go, this matter really needs to be handed over to experts," Sherlock said.

Lestrade watched as Hypatia turned off the lights in the interrogation room and the corridor outside, and then walked steadily into the darkness without falling or touching anything.

Twenty minutes later, Hypatia came out and turned on the hallway lights.Lestrade felt relieved when he saw that she was unharmed, and stepped forward to ask, "What's the matter?"

"Hypatia smiled and said: "You can go in and make a statement. "

When Lestrade entered the interrogation room, he found that the old lunatic was already shivering in the chair, and he explained everything very happily: it turned out that these human skins were sent together with the box, and he did not dare to throw them away. There was no other way, so I had to save it.

When he came out, he asked with some surprise: "How did you do it? Can Scotland Yard introduce this method?"

Hypatia smiled and said, "I won't say anymore. Once a magician exposes his tricks, no one will follow him."

But Sherlock broke the stage and said: "Come on, claustrophobia plus a little psychological intimidation. It's easy to master the trick, but you can't learn it. This trick is not so easy to master. They use interrogation agents. It was trained by the method." Then he asked Hypatia: "How many people have you interrogated with the devil? Have you tried to interrogate alone?"

"There are at least twenty of them. This is the first time that they have been interrogated alone. But this is too simple."

The corner of Lestrade's mouth twitched. This girl looked so weak, but she turned out to be so cruel. I actually mistaken the tigress for a little white rabbit.Besides Moriarty, does anyone really dare to want such a girl?Said: "Okay, now back to the case."

"Okay, the mailing address can be found through the customs and postal system, thanks to the British postal network system." Sherlock said.