[Shenxia Tongren] My dear brothers and adults

Sherlock also noticed Hypatia's darkened face, and said, "He sent it again?"

"If not him, who else?" said Hypatia.

"He's really haunted."

"It's only now that I know that his power has expanded to the United States. Also, how could he let the United States go?" Hypatia rubbed his brows and said.

"Shouldn't it be more than that?"

"That's right." Hypatia got up and took out a bunch of delicate flowers from the room, put them on the table, and said, "I'll pick one of each bunch from here and put it in a vase."

Dr. Watson said at this time: "This won't look good, will it? Why don't you insert one after inserting the other?"

Hypatia smiled and said, "This is more lively."

Dr. Watson understood. Obviously, the person in front of him was convulsed again by Moriarty, but convulsions are better than running wild, so feel free to do so. He looked at the vase full of flowers again. That hurts the eyes.

In the next two days, the police station will arrange for the employees in the hotel to be interrogated. Their arrangement is to be carried out in three torture rooms. Naturally, it is impossible for Sherlock to participate in all of them.So he made an agreement with the police chief that he would not participate in the torture this time, and after reading the confession, some people would be circled out for another interrogation.And the poor director succumbed to the pass Hypatia got from the CIA and Sherlock's poisonous tongue, and had to agree.

The next day, Sherlock estimated the time and said, "Let's go to Santa Monica."

Hypatia heard the words and said: "Really? Go there to bask in the sun?"

"No, you think too much. Let's go to that winery to have a look. If you go too, go bask in the sun by yourself. I don't promise that I will remember to pick you up when I leave."

"Forget it, I'd better go shopping on Sunset Avenue, anyway, I haven't maxed out your card yet!"

That winery can be regarded as having a quiet environment and a remote location, and it is the property of a rich second generation.The main reason for him to open a winery is to meet more beauties, so he doesn't have much impression of non-beautiful applicants.When he saw Sherlock and Watson coming here to ask questions about Cocolan, he first gave them a wink with his drunken face, which made Watson tremble in place, while Sherlock remained calm. Ask directly.

He found that Sherlock didn't respond at all, and said slowly with a bit of resentment: "That woman, I'll find her resume and show you."

"We have resumes and so on. I just want to know when she came. Is there anyone accompanying her?"

"Let's think about it, it was almost two weeks ago. It was on April 4. As for the companions, there were indeed. I looked out from the window on the second floor, and I just saw her boyfriend leave with her."

"How do you know it's a boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"Well, you can tell it at a glance." The rich second generation is obviously very experienced, and replied with a wretched smile, "It's a pity that the man has a slender waist and long legs, and he really looks a little bit different from behind. Like Valentino."

"Latins?"

"From the color of the skin, it looks like it."

"What about the license plate?"

"How do I remember?!"

Sherlock nodded at this, and discussed the surveillance video with the rich second generation again. He said, "There is no such thing as surveillance video here!"

Sherlock frowned, turned and left, and Dr. Watson added: "Goodbye." He also ran out, leaving behind the rich second generation to watch the two handsome men run away, so resentful that he wanted to change his husband.

The two of them ran a long distance, still unable to stop the goosebumps on their bodies, and Dr. Watson couldn't help complaining: "My God!"

"It's okay, you'll get used to it slowly."

"!" You have to get used to it!Dr. Watson was horrified and asked, "Have you encountered this before?!"

"Well, more than once."

"Okay." Watson replied. Indeed, under his conditions, it is not difficult to hook up with a few people, so it is normal to be hooked up, and it is normal for him to get used to it. Then he said crookedly: " We came here to finally know what the deceased's boyfriend looked like."

"Just those few descriptions? It's the same as nothing. I thought there would be some surveillance video or something, but who knew I would meet a guy who is obsessed with sex?!"

"Ok?"

"There is no camera installed in such a remote place, and the police can't find any clues when someone is kidnapped. What kind of spirit is this?! This is a kind of lustful spirit, a kind of spirit of dying under a peony flower and being a ghost. You have a romantic spirit!" Sherlock taunted directly.

Watson suppressed a smile and said, "Ahem, think about it better, at least we know that the deceased really had a Latina boyfriend."

"I never doubted that."

"However, I wonder if our focus on the deceased's boyfriend wouldn't be too limiting?"

"Oh, well, if your girlfriend was missing for 48 hours, would you report it?"

"of course!"

"That's right, until now, the Los Angeles Police Department has not received a report from this boyfriend!"

"Understood." Dr. Watson said, there must be a demon if something is abnormal, and Sherlock made a guilty inference for the man who had never shown his face from this point.

After returning, Sherlock talked with the parents of the deceased who finally arrived, and checked the m□ and Facebook of the deceased, but found nothing.After grinding the floor tiles in the room for two days, the interrogation statement finally came into his hands.After reading it, he picked out the confessions of the men in Mexico, a chef and security guard on duty that day, and the hotel owner, and said to the little policeman who sent the confessions: "I want to interrogate these people, just me and Dr. Watson. "

"Yes, I'll go back and report to the sir."

Sherlock's request was quickly passed, and he casually pointed to a name and said, "Let's start with this."

The first one to come was the security guard Henry Wilder. He was handsome and had a sinister smile. He came in and sat down and said, "Have you asked me before? Why do you want to come again?"

Sherlock had been in the interrogation room, walking up and down, and when he saw someone coming, he sat down and motioned for Watson to ask questions.

Dr. Watson first explained: "There are some details that we don't know very well, so I want to ask in detail."

"Okay, you can ask."

Dr. Watson looked at the question paper and asked, "Where were you on April 4? What were you doing?"

"Go to work in the morning, and watch TV at home with Willy after get off work in the evening."

"Who's Willie?"

"Willie Smith, my colleague, he happened to be off the night shift that day, so we got together."

"What TV show are you watching?"

"prison Break."

"This TV show is good."

"You've watched it too, yes, it's really good! I love that TV series..." He looked a little excited, a little eloquent.

"Okay." Watson stopped quickly, "Do you know the deceased?"

"Yes, I'm a guest of our hotel. I've met him a few times."

"How about describing her?"

"It's just an ordinary girl, I don't have that deep impression."

"Barely describe it, okay?"

"Okay, she's five feet tall, with black hair and black eyes..."

"Five inches? Not only that, I watched that video and it was 5 feet tall."

"That's the height with high heels."

"Is that so? Interesting, thank you, you can go."

After Dr. Watson watched him leave, he asked, "That's it?!"

"That's it, the next one is coming. Lewis Peat"

Lewis Pater was a handsome and sunny boy. He obviously complained about being interrogated again. After being polite, he said, "I wasn't on the night shift that day, and it's none of my business. Why do you have to ask again?"

"What were you doing that day? Especially at night."

"I didn't do anything, I just went to the bar and had two drinks." He licked his tongue and looked at the wall beside him.

Seeing this, Dr. Watson was suspicious: "Can you be more specific? Which bar? What did you drink? What time did you get home?"

"I forgot, all forgot."

"You'd better think about it, it's about human life."

"Well, I went to the bar on the corner that day, had a few drinks, then fell asleep there in a daze, and went home after waking up." He rubbed his nose and said.

"Oh, is it?" Sherlock interjected.

"Of course it is!"

"Then what's the matter with your bad perfume smell?"

"What? How could there be any more? I obviously washed it all."

"Your handkerchief was used by that street worker to wipe something. It has a faint smell of inferior perfume and a bit of smell."

The guy's face turned red all of a sudden, he took out his handkerchief and smelled it, and said, "You are so amazing, you can smell it through your pants."

"I smelled that smell on you, and then you changed your clothes and pants, so..."

"I see. It's not that great to be clear."

"John, I should really be more mysterious next time."

Seeing this, Dr. Watson clenched his fists, covered his mouth with a smile and said, "Okay, what did you do that night?"

"Just for fun, don't tell others, please, I'm chasing a girl."

"Oh, got it, next one."

The next one to come in was Willie Smith, with a very honest face, he smiled silly, sat down and said, "What do you want from me?"

"What did you do on the night of April 4?" Dr. Watson routinely asked.

"I'm watching TV with Henry."

"Look at what?"

"prison Break."

"That TV show was good."

"It's okay, I don't understand much, but Henry can understand it, it's amazing."

"...Then you still watch?"

"Henry will explain to me."

"...Understood, do you know the deceased?"

"Never noticed."

"Don't you have any impression?"

"It seems to be Korean?"

"It's all right, you can go." Dr. Watson felt a bit like talking to ducks, but seeing that Sherlock didn't respond at all, he waved him to leave.