[Shenxia Tongren] My dear brothers and adults

After Sherlock hung up the phone, he smiled smugly at Watson, as if to say: Look at my job.

Dr. Watson recovered from the fright he had just received and said, "Sherlock, I suddenly feel that it is not easy for you to live to such a big age."

"Ok?"

"Your brother can bear you not to cut off your little neck for so long, it should be said that your life is bigger than your brother's heart."

"He won't." Sherlock smiled and began to act cute skillfully.

Dr. Watson complained, I understand, you malicious and cute little bastard, the British government in the late period of the younger brother's control must not be willing to touch your finger.

After Sherlock finished showing off his cuteness, he flipped through the file in his hand again, and after flipping through it for a while, he had to put it down and said, "Let's do something else first."

"what happened?"

"There is so little information, and my brain is like an idling engine, there is not enough fuel, I can't move forward at all, I can't get anything."

"Isn't it enough?"

"Yes, as that timid psychologist said, there is not enough evidence. Even if there is enough evidence, we will not find her."

"Isn't it basically certain that it's the Knicks?"

"Yes, so what? Where does she live? What does she do? What does she look like? We don't know anything about her except her voice. We can't even openly want her, so as not to scare others away."

"She and Gold are just talking on the phone, so we can only hear her voice, and nothing else."

"Oh no, my dear John, with Gold's phone recording, we can at least know if she really committed the murder intentionally and not medical malpractice. Of course, it would be nice if there were more cases for my reference gone."

Dr. Watson was a little confused when he heard this, and looked at him suspiciously.

Sherlock was always patient with Dr. Watson, and said with a smile: "Although she is cautious enough, it is impossible to leave no trace. If she met these people online and hypnotized them, then I will use the dead chat records and browsing traces to find out her IP address; if she met them in real life, then I can compare the whereabouts of the deceased, and I can probably know where she is haunted."

"Haunted?! Why does it sound like hunting?"

"It is indeed hunting. She will be a beautiful little fox, and we are hunters. Although I did not bring hounds and shotguns, we have enough perseverance and wisdom." Sherlock said, with a pale face With a girlish blush, she said excitedly, "This will definitely be a very exciting hunt!"

"I believe you will catch her." Seeing his excited expression, Dr. Watson encouraged him.

"Thank you!" Sherlock said, pressing his chest, and bowed as if paying tribute to the absent audience.But soon, he controlled his excitement, returned to his calm look, and said calmly: "Okay, since we can't get anything now, let's go to dinner, John, are you hungry?" broken?"

"I'm already hungry, I've been waiting for you."

"Let's go."

Although there is still a long way to go before the case is closed, there is hope anyway, so Sherlock has a good appetite. He wolfed down several pieces of smoked chicken and barbecue into his stomach, and then sat on his seat while commenting on the people who came and went. Watching Watson eat.

Because of Sherlock's unique comments and witty remarks, Watson several times forgot to eat because of fascination, just looked at him, hoping that he would continue talking.Sherlock smiled narrowly and said, "You should eat quickly. If you delay dinner because of me, it will be my fault. You know, for normal people, dinner is very important. .”

Hearing this kind tease, Watson licked his lips, buried himself in Sherlock's tender eyes, and wanted to go back and overwhelm him decisively.

Sherlock soon tasted the bitter fruit of waking Mycroft up in the middle of the night. After he and Dr. Watson embraced each other and fell into a deep sleep for a long time, suddenly the phone rang in such a silence that only the sound of breathing could be heard. The room rang.

Watson grabbed the phone very vigilantly. As soon as he connected, he heard Mycroft's voice: "Sherlock, your authorization has been issued. I just sent it to your mailbox."

"Mycroft, this isn't Sherlock, it's me, and it's three o'clock in the morning!!"

"Oh, really? I'm sorry, in order to satisfy my dear little brother's desire to get it done as soon as possible, I approved his authorization as soon as I got to work, and then sent it without Hypatia's hand It's gone." Mycroft said with a bit of regret, but instead of waking Sherlock up, he got Dr. Watson up.

Dr. Watson patted Sherlock who was writhing uncomfortably because he heard the voice, and said, "Is there anything else?"

"No more. It may take some time for Alice Braun's information to arrive. I'll call back in an hour."

"What! You have to come again in an hour?!" Dr. Watson said in surprise.

"Of course, my dear Dr. Watson, if you can teach Sherlock to be a little more mature, such as driving him out to sleep on the sofa every time he makes a mistake, then I believe I don't have to take such revenge." measures."

In fact, you are also naive! ! qaq!Dr. Watson said weepingly; "Then goodbye, Mycroft, and I will turn off the phone and go to sleep."

"Oh." Mycroft replied regretfully.

Mycroft was still a little more open-minded than Sherlock, he didn't really call after an hour

The next day, after waking up, Sherlock heard that Mycroft had sent the authorization, so he quickly turned on the computer and opened the mailbox. Dr. Watson looked over and saw that it didn't look like a power of attorney but just a string of digital codes .Sherlock copied this string of codes, opened a website, pasted the string of codes in the input box, and an electronic power of attorney appeared, with names and photos on it.Sherlock borrowed the hotel's printer to print out the authorization letter, and asked the legal counsel of the National Security Bureau to view Gold's phone recordings.

Gold's telephone recordings are similar to Christopher Adams's, in which he confesses his own experience, is then hypnotized, and then jumps into the sea.After reading it, Sherlock said, "Isn't this considered evidence? She was clearly murdering someone premeditated."

This time, the legal adviser from the National Security Bureau came in person. I don’t know if he was harassed by Mycroft for a while, his face was pale, like frost beating an eggplant, and he just promised, “It’s true, but we haven’t know how to catch her."

Hearing this, Sherlock turned on the computer, showed him another document sent by Mycroft, and said, "This is the document of Alice Braun in our country. What about yours?"

After the consultant read it, he said, "She's dead."

"what?"

"Yes, I went back to investigate. She died in a car accident shortly after entering the country."

"What? Did you see her dead body?"

"Of course not, this is the case file." He said as he handed it over.

Sherlock flipped through it quickly, the forensic examination was beyond recognition, he thought, who would be familiar with her body?Among the British, her ex-boyfriend? !It is not shown here that she is more chaste than Joan of Arc. Her parents are already dead, sisters and brothers?nor.In this way, it is difficult to judge whether she is really dead through the body, unless the skull is scanned in [-]D to image it, and then compared with her previous photos.And Moriarty said that she had plastic surgery, as for this, it is doubtful.

Thinking this way, Sherlock gave his suggestion to the National Security Bureau consultant.He looked at Sherlock as if he had seen a ghost, and said, "I understand why I can't be a detective anymore, my God, the technology you mentioned has always been used for archaeology, to restore the heads of mummies!"

"Now you can use it to restore her appearance. I will wait for your good news."

"I don't understand, sir, what has this lady got to do with the case?"

"She was once the servant of the most dangerous man in London."

"Who?"

"Moriarty."

"Ahem, stop joking. I just found out from the Los Angeles Bureau that Moriarty is your brother-in-law."

"About this, you should ask my sister." Hearing this, Sherlock gritted his teeth and said, what's going on with this guy?Why so gossip? !

"Well, sir, I'll investigate as soon as possible."

Seeing this, Sherlock nodded, opened the door and asked him to leave quickly and go to work.

Hypatia was pushing Moriarty across the Golden Gate Bridge while Sherlock was wrangling with the NSA legal counsel.Moriarty finally managed to get discharged early, but he has not yet been able to move freely, so he can only stay obediently in a wheelchair

Sitting in a wheelchair, Moriarty clung to the armrests with both hands, and Luck sang in bel canto: "endofourdays

here, where they can't findus

idarethemtocallmeout

ortellyou..."

The people passing by saw this scene, and looked at Hypatia with sympathy and encouragement. After Moriarty finished singing, they applauded, and a lady stepped forward and said; Can Zhijian is really amazing.”

Moriarty's complacent face immediately darkened.Hypatia, who was originally embarrassed, couldn't help but chuckled.