[Shenxia Tongren] My dear brothers and adults

The two of Sherlock were ushered into Mr. Pat's office. After waiting for a while, Mr. Pat came in person. He looked only in his 30s, and he was as dignified as his collaborators.Watson exchanged pleasantries with Mr. Pate, and Sherlock got to the point impatiently, and asked, "Mr. Pate, I would like to ask, what kind of person was Mr. Gold before his death?"

After hearing this, Mr. Pate thought of his partner, and said with some seriousness: "He is a difficult person, shrewd, cunning, resilient, and very self-disciplined. There are many beautiful young girls by his side these years. Girls surrounded him, but he didn't even say a word of teasing. He was very handsome and attractive, but he lived like a Puritan."

Sherlock nodded when he heard the words, and said, "Did he have any abnormal behavior before he died? For example, anxiety, worry, etc.?"

"No, not at all." Having said that, he paused, as if lost in thought.

"Mr. Pate, is there anything you can't say?"

"It's like this. Maybe I'm too sensitive. He has indeed changed."

Sherlock showed a puzzled look, and Watson also said, "Please tell me, this will be a great comfort to his wife."

"Well, Mr. Holmes. It's like this. He and I are college classmates. When we were together, we used to see him showing a sad and nostalgic look when he was alone, but recently this look has become less and less. On the contrary, the look of joy is more. So I also feel very strange that he jumped into the sea suddenly."

"Understood." Sherlock, who had folded his fingers together and closed his eyes in meditation when listening to Pete's words, opened his eyes and said, "I want to go to his office to have a look, is that okay?"

"Okay, sir, please follow me." Pete got up, and took Sherlock and the others to Gold's office, which was next to Pete.

Sherlock went in and walked around the room. Unlike Pete's, there was no family photo on the desk. Instead, there was a group photo of two handsome teenagers and a thick pile of official documents.Sherlock sat on the swivel chair behind the desk for a while, and found that from this angle, he could just see the group photo.Then he went to the corner by the window and lifted the velvet curtains piled up there one after another, revealing a small safe underneath.

Seeing this, Mr. Pate was a little surprised and said, "So there is a safe here?"

"You don't know?" Sherlock asked.

"No, I've been in a few times before, but I never paid attention."

"Very good." Sherlock squatted down and began to check the safe. It is very obvious that the first number is "[-]", obviously it cannot be age, but it is the date of birth. It is possible, after all, the location of this safe is very secretive. Obviously, it is used to store some obscure personal items, even some immoral ones. If it is just ordinary personal documents, Sherlock looked back at the row of locked filing cabinets on the opposite wall. Inside is also possible.

Mr. Pate stood by and saw this scene, and after a while he said hesitantly: "Mr. Holmes, it's not that I want to stop you from handling the case, it's just that Gold may keep our company's secrets, so please... "

"For the time being, no one can ask me to be a commercial spy." Sherlock only said one sentence.

Watson added: "Well, Mr. Pat, you can stay and watch while Sherlock checks the safe. If you have any clues, please keep it secret."

"Thank you both very much, of course."

"John, how about I take this to the hospital for an X-ray?"

"What?" said Dr. Watson in surprise.

Before leaving, Sherlock asked Mr. Pater, "Have you heard of Knicks?"

"Who? A man or a woman?" said Mr. Pate in surprise.

"Gold didn't mention it?"

"Not at all. And he loves his wife very much."

"Really? Not necessarily." Sherlock said, recalling the photos on his desk.

Pate watched the two of them leave with strange eyes, thinking, detectives are not for normal people.

After X-ray irradiation, it was confirmed that there was no mechanism bomb inside, and Sherlock used all his strength to pry the entire safe.Sherlock pulled out all the information inside, looked at it, his face remained unchanged, but Watson, who was close by, felt that his aura had changed, and he took the sheet that Sherlock handed over in a strange way. picture.

When Watson saw it, his face turned blue and then pale, and then turned blue again. There were pictures of naked bodies of thirteen or fourteen-year-old boys on them.Well, Dr. Watson never knew that Mr. Gould, who was like a Puritan in Mr. Pate’s mouth, was actually a pedophile. Well, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy is out of the category of a child, but Gould like this His hobbies still feel a bit perverted.

"What do you think, Dr. Watson?" Sherlock asked.

"I never thought that the truth turned out to be like this. Presumably Nix knew this and blackmailed him."

"It's possible," said Sherlock, arranging the pictures one by one on the floor, and said, "Look, John."

"what happened?"

"These children all have one thing in common."

Watson observed carefully and joked, "They all have dark hair and green eyes, similar to yours."

Sherlock's face darkened, and he said, "Shut up."

"Don't worry, none of their faces are as long as yours."

"Shut up. Can't you see? The hair color and eye color of these teenagers are exactly the same as one of the teenagers in the photo frame on Gold's desk."

"God."

"Also, the remaining teenager in the photo is Gold when he was young."

"The two of them are a gay couple. It's just that one of them died, and the other one has been missing each other all the time. Because of excessive missing, I found these photos?"

"Very likely." Seeing that Watson still had something to say, Sherlock encouraged him with a smile, "Keep talking."

"Then the Knicks knew this and came to blackmail Gold, and finally forced Gold to death."

"Great, John, you've improved a lot!" Sherlock praised without hesitation: "Pate said that Gold is a very shrewd person, what do you think?"

"It should be counted, otherwise, he would not be able to mix up an annual income of [-] million U.S. dollars."

"Is the Knicks who can deal with Gold for so long considered a shrewd person?"

"Of course, otherwise, she would show her flaws, and Gold seized the opportunity to turn defeat into victory."

"That's good. Since such a shrewd person, the price proposed will be so high that Gold can't even afford to jump into the sea? Isn't she worried that she will lose her money?"

"My God!"

"A smart blackmailer must first figure out the bottom line of the other party, otherwise he will be exposed soon. And Nix, this morning, when you were talking to the security guard on the Golden Gate Bridge, I made a call."

"How about it?"

"This number is invalid."

"She directly destroyed the calling card?!"

"Yes, it's rare to be so decisive." Sherlock said with some appreciation in his tone, "There is one more thing that I don't understand. Logically speaking, people who know these old things must have known Gold for a long time. You think Pate is Gold's partner and classmate, but still don't know at all. Then why Gold has had so many conversations with her and can only call her by a code name instead of calling her What's your name?"

"Maybe this is his name? We can check Gold's middle school classmates or something."

"That's the only way to go," Sherlock said.

"Then let's not tell Mrs. Gold about this."

"up to you."

Thanks to the Internet age, after Sherlock found a hotel, he directly invaded the Salt Lake Middle School that Gold once attended as soon as he connected to the Internet, and found out his graduation photos and classmates. There is no girl or boy named "Nick" "S", not even ones with darkness or night in their names.

"Is it a nickname?"

"It's not necessary. Since he leaked such news to his wife before his death, why bother to make a fuss?"

They went to check Gold's bank account again, and found that there has not been a large amount of capital flow recently, and as Mrs. Gold said, the books are clean and good, and Sherlock specially hired an accountant to look at it for insurance. Checked Gold's accounts once, cleanly, and didn't look like he was in any trouble.

After walking out of the bank, it was almost [-] o'clock in the evening. Sherlock looked up at the stars and asked, "John, do you think there is anyone in the world who kills people without asking for anything in return?"

"Killer? Like that taxi driver in the Pink Lady?"

"No, that taxi driver was funded by Moriarty, and Moriarty..." He fell into deep thought as he spoke.

"what happened?"

"I don't think he's a loser."

"Then why did he kill so many people? Four people in a row, almost including you as the fifth."

"cover up."

"What?"

"Cover up the one who really paid for the murder. Although I don't know who it is, I have to ask Moriarty himself."

While Sherlock was having a headache about who Knicks was, far away in Santa Monica, Hypatia was peeling fruit for Moriarty.While cutting, she pouted and complained: "Why do you love food so much? You really don't need to think about dieting?"

"No need, anyway, I make enough money to eat well. I never lose money in business."

"I don't believe it anymore." Hearing this, Hypatia felt black lines all over her head. Could it be that Mycroft was on a diet because he was too poor to afford it? !

"Ok?"

Hypatia deliberately annoyed him and said, "I've heard it before. You used to fund crazy taxi drivers who randomly killed people in downtown."

"How could it be random?" Moriarty sneered.

"Oh, I see, who asked you to kill? Sir Patterson's wife? It is possible that her husband has been cheating for so long, and he can really pretend to be deaf and dumb. He is either a saint or a bitch. Jennifer Wilson's Husband? It’s also possible, for the same reasons as above. And the deputy minister of the Ministry of Communications? Her political opponent probably doesn’t have that much skill yet, right? As for that young man, his enemy probably won’t be able to find you either.”

"Well, it's all in the past anyway, and it doesn't matter if I tell you. In fact, it's Sir Paterson and Jennifer Wilson I'm going to kill, but it's not his wife who wants Sir District's life, but his political enemy. As for Jennifer Wilson, as you say, her husband commissioned me to kill her."

"Then you came up with a plan and completed two deals?!"

"Of course." Moriarty said proudly.

"You really don't know how to do business at a loss." Hypatia couldn't help admiring.