[Shenxia Tongren] My dear brothers and adults

Sherlock found out the identity of Jim Brownler, and hurriedly sent an email to his shipping company to inquire about his whereabouts. He was told that he had already been on vacation for a day and would not need to report back to the May Day until Monday.

Sherlock saw the news, and based on the information sent by Hypatia, it can be confirmed that Jim Brownler's killing list is Rebecca Evan's former friend, so he is going to kill now.Why?revenge?Or vent your anger?Psychological profiling has never been his forte.He found out the whereabouts of Mary Burnwell. She was still working at Harrods. In this case, it is better to lure the snake out of the hole than to startle the snake.Thinking of this, he turned out the calendar, today is also Monday, and there are seven days before next Monday, and Mary Burnwell is obviously a goth lover, so the most ominous day in a week, and the day when ghosts are most likely to appear is naturally Zhou five in the morning.In other words, the deployment began on Thursday night.

In the evening, after hearing Sherlock's speculation, Hypatia thought for a while and said, "I have sent someone to protect this girl."

When Sherlock heard this, he looked at her with a puffy face.

Hypatia hurriedly said: "Don't worry, I'm just being watched. I won't startle the snake. But you should inform Scotland Yard."

"What to do with informing those who don't matter?"

"No one else will tell, but Lestrade will always tell."

"Whatever you want," Sherlock said, glancing at her.

In the next few days, Mary Burnwell's actions were as expected by Sherlock, she went to and from get off work obediently, and ran around without receiving a text message from the ghost.

On Thursday evening, Sherlock, who was in a very anxious mood, was pacing up and down in the living room. While filling his bowl with soup, Hypatia said, "Sherlock, you should eat something, otherwise , you will have hypoglycemia."

"Shut up, your voice is too harsh, interrupting my thinking."

"All right," said Hypatia, and asked Dr. Watson, "Would you like some more soup, John?"

"Thank you, Hypatia. Your brother will have a big meal after solving the case. You don't have to worry too much." Watson comforted Hypatia, who wanted to feed his brother. Even if he doesn't eat, I will will urge him.

At this time, as soon as Sherlock's phone rang, he jumped up, jumped over to answer the phone and said, "How's it going?"

"That Mary Burnwell started changing into those goth outfits, like she was going out."

"Great, we'll be right there. John, go!"

"Wait for me!" Hypatia put down the tableware, wiped her mouth, swallowed the food in her mouth, and ran after her.

Going to a small restaurant opposite Mary Burnwell's apartment, Lestrade had already arrived. He saw Sherlock and the others coming, and said, "It's still some time until midnight, have you eaten yet?"

"No need." Sherlock waved his hand, chose a seat by the window and sat down, staring at the small window of the apartment and said without looking back.

"What about you?" Lestrade said, looking at Hypatia and Watson.

"No, I've eaten." Both Hypatia and Watson replied.

Sherlock heard the response from the other end very sensitively. Hearing that Hypatia and Watson answered so neatly, he condescended to turn his head and glance at them.

Stalking is a very boring thing. Waiting and waiting, Lestrade is texting someone who doesn't know where he is, and Dr. Watson is asleep.And Hypatia was also playing with her mobile phone with her head down, only Sherlock was still staring at the other side energetically.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the girl at the opposite door finally came out: wearing a black gothic dress, lace gloves, and smoky makeup, she was very weird under the streetlights.Seeing her at this time, Sherlock was more excited than seeing the peerless beauty. He stretched out his hand and desperately shook Dr. Watson who was dozing beside him, and whispered, "Wake up, wake up, wake up quickly."

Watson yawned, patted Sherlock's hand reassuringly and said, "Okay, okay, I'm up."

"Okay, let's go." Hearing that Watson got up, Sherlock put on his coat, pulled Watson's sleeve and rushed outside, completely ignoring Hypatia and Lestrade.

Hypatia and Lestrade looked at each other, looked at each other, and hurried out.Lestrade secretly made a note in his heart that Sherlock, a ungrateful guy, would tell Mycroft later.

The car waiting near the small restaurant quickly drove over, picked up Sherlock and they followed Mary Burnwell's taxi.

The car followed the taxi in front and turned left and right, and after an hour, it arrived at an abandoned port in the East End of London.

The sky was as blue as the sea, forming a line with the dark green river, and the pale moonlight shone on the ground, making it look extremely cold and gloomy.Mary Burnwell walked on the quiet pier, there was no sound of people and wind, only the sound of "crak" and "crak" made by her high heels hitting the concrete floor, she cried: "Rebecca, I'm here, you are here Where? Come out and meet me."

The people who were hiding far away behind several stacked boxes tried their best to smooth the goosebumps on their bodies.Lestrade couldn't help but said, "What's wrong with her? She came here to see the hell?"

Hypatia sprinkled perfume on himself to prevent mosquitoes, and replied: "Goth lovers are keen on death and ghosts, and most of them are withdrawn, otherwise the murderer would not have succeeded so many times without being discovered."

Sherlock next to him turned his head and glared at them, his voice was too loud, and he was not afraid of being discovered by the murderer.

Mary Burnwell yelled a few times, squirmed a few times from the debris about 200 meters behind her, and finally crawled out a person from under the blanket.

Hypatia looked at this scene in astonishment, thinking, the murderer must have fallen asleep before and was just woken up by Mary Burnwell, right?She looked sideways at Sherlock, and the corners of Sherlock's lips curled up slightly, obviously amused by such a scene.

The man moved softly and quietly behind Mary Burnwell.Although Mary Burnwell was a little obsessed with ghosts, she was not an idiot. She knew that someone was behind when she saw the clear shadow on the ground under the moonlight.

She thought she was being played by someone, so she turned her head angrily and scolded: "Who dares to play with my sister?!" With this sentence, she screamed when she saw the person coming.At the same time, the visitor also lit up the butcher's knife in his hand, and the knife glowed miserable and cold under the moonlight.

Hearing such a scream, and seeing the murder weapon.Sherlock rushed out at once, twisting the man's hand on his back, trying to grab the knife.But that man was also an old crew member for many years, how could he be restrained by Sherlock so easily, he was about to punch Sherlock in the face as soon as he turned around.Sherlock got short and avoided it.Then the suspect brandished a knife and bit Sherlock.

The rest of the people also stepped forward, trying to separate the two, so as to subdue the prisoner, but there was a woman next to her screaming non-stop, which was really annoying.Hypatia bypassed the two who were fighting, walked towards Mary Burnwell, and said, "Miss Burnwell, you are fine, don't be afraid."

As soon as she saw a gentle female voice talking next to her, she cried out with a "wow", and then hugged Hipatia directly, her hands, feet and feet were all wrapped around Hipatia, Hipatia Ya managed to maintain her balance, and said, "Miss, please relax, I'm wearing high heels, but I can't bear your weight."

Then the sturdy Miss Mary Burnwell stood firmly on her feet, then hugged Hypatia and cried, "How can you say that, it's so annoying, is she fat? I hate it, I hate it ,Hate!!!"

Hypatia rolled her eyes in an unladylike way, help, who took her away! !All the people present didn't pay attention to the silenced Mary Burnwell. They all watched Sherlock narrowly dodge the suspect's blade several times. , let the knife wipe the back of his hand, and opened a big gash.Seeing that the blow was successful, the guy raised his knife and wanted to stab again.Sherlock yelled: "The Vatican gem!" He avoided the guy's blade again, leaned down, rolled on the ground, and rolled aside.

At the same time, Dr. Watson raised the gun, aimed, and shot in one go. He hit the suspect's chest in one go. The blood spattered and the bullet passed through the right lung and flew out, falling to the ground with a crisp sound.Seeing this, Lestrade stepped forward to grab the suspect's knife and threw it away, but the suspect still had the strength to break free from Lestrade's shackles, holding the knife and looking at everyone present.

Lestrade was terrified by his death-like eyes, took out his gun and said, "Drop your weapon immediately, I'm a policeman!"

He raised his head, and under the pale moonlight, everyone could clearly see that it was indeed Jim Brownler himself. He said in a hoarse voice: "When my daughter died, why weren't the police there? Are they here now?!"

Sherlock stood up straight and said, "The organizer of the Scarlet Rose Society has been arrested."

Hearing this, he turned to look at Lestrade.Lestrade nodded.After receiving such a response, his eyes became more lively, and then he let out a wild laugh, and then stabbed himself in the heart without hesitation.

Everyone watched this tragic and bloody ending silently, Lestrade stepped forward, closed his eyes for him, and then called his men to come over.

Sherlock walked to Watson and asked Watson to take care of his wound.Dr. Watson held Sherlock's hand, carefully wiped the sand and blood on it with a handkerchief, and said in a coaxing tone, "It's not very painful, bear with it."

Hypatia quickly dropped Mary Burnwell, walked to her brother, and checked the wound. Fortunately, it was not very deep, and it was enough to go to the hospital for a few stitches.

At this time, the sirens of ambulances and police cars were heard in the distance, and the people from Scotland Yard arrived.