[Shenxia Tongren] My dear brothers and adults

Sherlock and Watson found a random hotel in Santa Clara and went to sleep. The next day, they went back to San Francisco and asked the Homeland Security Bureau to find a trustworthy psychologist. The three of them stayed together It took a day in the room to listen to these audios again and again.

The psychologist was amazed by the goddess Nix. After listening to it, he said again and again: "This is the siren's singing. I have never heard a more beautiful voice than her, and no one who is more understanding than her." Her words were full of compassion and concern."

"Did I hear something wrong?" Sherlock looked at Dr. Watson and expressed this meaning with his eyes. What is this idiot talking about? Why can't I hear her sympathy and concern at all?

Dr. Watson looked back silently: "Perhaps psychologists have special abilities."

Sherlock automatically ignored the psychologist's convulsions, amplified her voice, and said to Dr. Watson: "From the voice, she said more than one long sentence, but she didn't pant, and her breathing didn't sound noisy. Nix is ​​obviously a healthy young lady. Also, her way of speaking is very different from that of Americans. She is British. At the same time, from her careful and elegant words, she sounds very logical and organized. , but when I think about it, I understand that the way of talking is purely for the purpose of confusing people, and I can be sure that she is indeed well-educated, and this kind of tone of speech." The latter sentence is somewhat meaningful.

"Ok?"

"Don't you think this is very similar to the way 65 civil servants in the UK speak?"

"Ahem, maybe." Dr. Watson looked at the psychologist who was still obsessed, and said, "What are you implying?" You don't mean to say that this perverted lady is a civil servant?Ahem, our civil service system is not for cultivating perverts! ! !

Sherlock said innocently: "I'm not suggesting anything, I just think her tone of voice is very similar to some people, and I have lived with them under the same roof for 17 years, which impresses me."

Dr. Watson thought, is this his brother or his sister? !He obviously loves his brother and sister very much, what a duplicity guy.

Sherlock continued: "This lady is likely to be born in a British grammar school or other women's aristocratic colleges. As for the women's college, I am only familiar with one, which is the one that Hypatia studied. But this lady is pretending The level is not enough to graduate from Luoting Middle School."

Dr. Watson automatically ignored Sherlock's vague admiration for his sister's level, and asked directly: "Then may she be a civil servant?"

"Normally not. A salary of 8 pounds per year will quickly degenerate a genius into an official." Sherlock said, "Maybe her parents were civil servants."

"Okay." Dr. Watson said, poking the psychologist who was about to drooling while holding the speaker.

The psychologist reluctantly turned off the audio, and after deliberating for a while, he said: "This lady is great, she is a genius. It can be said that she helped the client solve the depression in his heart, only through words, she did not use words or Drawings and other aids. Of course, unfortunately, she chose a terrible path, and she hypnotized her client while solving problems for others."

"How to hypnotize?"

"Give the command, the subject will complete the action and be rewarded."

"It sounds like animal taming," commented Dr. Watson.

Upon hearing this, the psychologist said with some embarrassment: "It does look a bit like it."

"Then what reward can the deceased get here? He wants to kill himself!"

"Rewards are usually not material, but spiritual. Gentlemen, even if you are not in this line of work, you can still hear that the deceased or the person concerned feels much lighter under the comfort of this lady. This is already It was her reward. And in the end, for the dead, death is their reward."

"I didn't understand." Dr. Watson said in surprise when he heard this, "Please explain clearly. Since they are in a happy mood, why did they jump into the sea?!"

"Can't you hear that? The goddess Nix brought them religious fanaticism and made them feel qualified to purify the world, starting with me. The order is to purify the world, the action is to jump into the sea, and the reward is It's psychological comfort."

"So the Knicks made them think they were scum, and they died with no regrets?"

"more or less."

"Then why do they still feel happy? Logically speaking, if their sense of morality is really so strong, they should always be caught in the condemnation of themselves." Sherlock said.

"Their path is determined, so there is no confusion and distress."

Hearing this, Sherlock frowned and said, "This really sounds like a confession. Our murderer is not a nun, is he?! In any case, we can now confirm that Nix committed first-degree murder."

Hearing this, the psychologist waved his hands repeatedly and said, "No, no, this is not possible, this can only be regarded as a medical malpractice. Yes, it should be regarded as a medical malpractice. If every psychologist treats a person, he has to face What a horrible world would it be to accuse of murder?!"

Dr. Watson heard this, and hurriedly said; "But, you also said just now, she is hypnotized."

"The jury won't believe it, and you don't think I will testify for you in court."

Sherlock and the others stared at the psychologist after hearing this sentence.But he just flinched and said, "Your evidence is insufficient."

"Okay, you can go." Sherlock thought for a while, opened the door and said.

"Okay, goodbye." He carried his bag and left with the people from the National Security Bureau.

Dr. Watson asked: "Then what should we do now?"

Sherlock didn't answer, took out the information about Alice Braun stolen from Hypatia, and started to compare. She was born in a grammar school, a minor nobleman, well-educated, and was once a top student in the Department of Psychology of the University of London. Most of them are matchable.So, the probability that Nix is ​​equivalent to Alice Braun is as high as 8%, Sherlock thought, now what I have to do is track down Alice Braun's whereabouts through customs and immigration.

Thinking about it, he called the legal adviser of the National Security Bureau and asked, "I want to track down a girl from England, Alice Braun. She is a psychologist."

"Okay, I will try my best, and what I want to know most is whether the information held by Christopher Adams has been leaked?"

"I'm sorry to tell you that basically everything has been leaked."

"What? That traitor!"

"And one more thing, I'm asking for a recording of Douglas Gold's phone calls while he was alive."

"Are you crazy? We don't have such a thing!"

"Sir, you and I know it well."

"It's citizen privacy."

"For anti-terrorism!"

"Do not."

"Sir, you asked me to investigate Christopher Adams, isn't it because he effectively evaded your phone monitoring and was not discovered until after his death?"

"for this I……"

"Isn't it? Or did you find out a long time ago and wanted to use this to catch him in one go, but in the end, bang! That guy jumped into the sea."

"I don't have that authority."

"Permission is not a problem. I remember that your plan is to cooperate with the United Kingdom, right?"

"Yes."

"name."

"We don't allow unofficial people to participate."

"Official status only. I'll have it soon. Name."

"Prism."

"Thank you very much, sir. Don't forget Alice Braun," Sherlock said, before hanging up.

Then, he quickly dialed out and said, "My dear brother, good evening."

"Evening?! Sherlock, it's three o'clock in the morning here." Mycroft replied breathlessly.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your exercise." Sherlock thought of something and said with a gloating smile.

"You better have something important to say, or I will put your name on the list of the Antarctic expedition team, and then you can take your magnifying glass and Mr. Skull to play detective games with the penguins .”

"Isn't it a bear?"

"It's Penguin, Sherlock, it's time for you to study geography."

"Boring, well, I want to participate in the authorization of the Prism project!"

"Oh, god! Who told you that!" Mycroft said in horror, as if he had been announced by a doctor to have a dental check-up for the next three weeks.

"National Security Agency legal counsel."

"That idiot, does he really think that Obama can do whatever he wants by pampering him?!" Mycroft said through gritted teeth.

Why does this sentence sound so ambiguous? !The way I listened to the phone must be wrong, Sherlock said: "I want to authorize."

"I'm sending a letter to Hypatia tomorrow."

"Can't it be now?"

"My dear little brother, if you study history you know that even though we were in the cold war our army still had weekends off. That's the British people and we can have afternoon tea even when Olympia crumbles in front of us. So take it easy."

"I would prefer to use another word to describe this phenomenon."

"Ok?"

"Bureaucracy, inefficiency, overstaffing, you name it."

"You just insulted 65 civil servants in the UK."

"Well, including you."

"Shut up, I will send a letter to Hypatia tomorrow, is there anything wrong?

"It would be even better if you could check the whereabouts of Alice Braun."

"It's her again?! Hypatia asked by the way when she called to greet her big brother a few days ago."

"I want detailed written information."

"Talk to Hypatia, she has authorization."

"Okay, good night, my dear brother, and send my regards to Inspector Lestrade by the way." Sherlock said, and hung up the phone.

Lying on the bed, Mycroft stared blankly at the phone that suddenly hung up, looked to the side and said, "Gregor, that little bastard Sherlock said hello to you."

Lestrade rolled his eyes in the darkness and said, "God bless his soul."

"Aren't we going to continue?"

"go to bed!"

"..." Weeping.