[Shenxia Tongren] My dear brothers and adults

Sherlock notified the chief of the San Francisco Police Department and asked them to send all the files of suicides that occurred on the Golden Gate Bridge in the past three months.The next day, the director brought several boxes of files with the police and piled them on the floor of the hotel room where they were staying, leaving almost no room for them to act.

Watson couldn't help wondering, if the Golden Gate Bridge had killed so many people within three months and hadn't been broken, then in order to protect the lives of the public, the U.S. government should have blocked this evil bridge long ago Get up, and choose another place to rebuild the new bridge.He picked up a book at random and flipped through it. A suicide case that happened in an apartment in the city center?Is this too far from the Golden Gate Bridge?Do they think of Sherlock as a dumpster or a case processing machine?

Sherlock looked at the file in this place and said, "Mr. Director, did you hear my request clearly before?"

"These cases are beyond our ability to solve. If Mr. Holmes can be involved, it will be the luck of the victims and their families. Please, sir."

"What does that have to do with me?" Sherlock said coldly, "I'm asking for the files of the suicides that happened on the Golden Gate Bridge in the past three months, or are you going to tell me all of them?! Then I only have A suggestion, seal the bridge, and get the priest to exorcise the demon."

"Their families are devastated."

"Oh, sad? Normal people will encounter more than one sad thing in their life, or divorce, or bankruptcy, they always have a reason to be sad. And am I going to be responsible for their sadness?"

"They're dead..."

Sherlock interrupted impatiently: "When you die, you die. Sixteen people die every second on this earth. If I want to express condolences to these sixteen strangers, what do I do all day?" You don't have to do anything, just stay at home and cry."

At this time, Dr. Watson hurriedly held Sherlock down to prevent him from uttering more harsh words, and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Director, we are dealing with a serial murder case, and we really can't be distracted."

"Okay, gentlemen." The director helplessly ordered the police officers to move out the extra files, and before leaving, he gave Sherlock a resentful look, as if looking at a heartless man.

After he was gone, Sherlock smiled triumphantly: "Look, John, my career is booming. Soon, I won't be just the highest appeal court in the UK."

"Yes, congratulations." Dr. Watson said very sincerely. It was said in the rules of raising cats that I had read before: cats should be petted.Besides, he didn't know how to explain the link between performance and promotion to him.

Sherlock is naturally not a person intoxicated by honor, he quickly put his mind into the current case.He took off his coat, put on a large blue silk dressing gown, hugged the pillows on the bed and the pillows on the sofa to the bed, arranged it into an oriental sofa, and sat cross-legged on it himself, with the thick files on his back I was holding a copy in my arms, and began to read it patiently and persistently.

After about an hour, he called out, "John, take this down, Diana Senior, the address is..."

Originally, Dr. Watson was leaning on the sofa and was about to fall asleep, but suddenly he called him up again, almost jumped up, opened his eyes and looked around, and said, "Excuse me?"

Sherlock repeated it impatiently, and Dr. Watson quickly took out a pen from his bag and wrote it down in his palm.

"Did you remember it?"

"Yes, wait a minute." Dr. Watson repeated the name and address.

"Okay." Sherlock said, threw the file aside, picked up the next one, and continued to read.

Seeing this, Dr. Watson found a notebook and transferred the name to it. Then he leaned against the sofa with the notebook and pen and gradually fell asleep again. After a while, he was woken up by Sherlock and wrote down a new name. and address.

After an unknown amount of time, Dr. Watson woke up from the hunger in his abdomen. He opened his eyes and saw that Sherlock was still flipping through the file, but there was not much left.I had no choice but to pour myself a glass of water and drink it, suppressing the feeling of emptiness that had been rising from my stomach.

After another two hours, Sherlock finally put aside the dossier and said, "Okay, John, let's go to that idea, Diana Senior, and then..."

"Wait, wait, Sherlock, we should go to lunch first." Dr. Watson looked at the time, it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon.

"Lunch is boring."

"Lunch is important."

"John, you can't do this. You say 'go to dinner' to me far more often than you say 'I love you' to me. Is this what normal couples do?"

"You are not a normal person, Sherlock." Dr. Watson had an idea, and retorted.

"..."

When they went to the restaurant, Sherlock thoughtfully stuffed a sandwich into Watson's hand, then wolfed down a sandwich by himself, and then dragged Dr. Watson out to call a taxi.

They went to an apartment building in the city center that looked high-end and foreign.Sherlock took out an ID and waved it in front of the security guard, and then went in smoothly.

After both of them entered the elevator, Dr. Watson couldn't help asking: "Sherlock, I want to ask, did you get your certificate from the legal counsel of the National Security Bureau or from the poor man this morning?" Where is the chief of police from?"

"No, no, of course not, it's still Lestrade's police card."

"What? Has Scotland Yard's management been extended internationally?"

"Actually not. Don't you know that the American people can't recognize all the documents of their country's security department? They all have three intelligence and security departments: cia, fbi, and dhs. They have overlapping functions and talk about each other, so they can recognize them clearly. And it’s weird to remember.”

When Dr. Watson heard the words, he took 30 seconds to sympathize with the poor American brothers. They have supported so many spies. I am afraid that these spies are free enough to spy on their own people, right? !Such as Project Prism.

Going to the door of Senior's house, Sherlock first put on a pair of medical gloves, then found a wire and began to pick the lock.Dr. Watson looked around cautiously for him.

Soon, the door opened with a "click". Sherlock pushed the door and went in first. He quickly opened the door and dragged Dr. Watson in, and then closed the door.He tossed Watson a pair of medical gloves, and began examining the room himself.

This is a simple but luxurious apartment with exquisite furnishings and works of famous painters hanging on the walls.Sherlock read them one by one, then turned into the study room, carefully picked out a few books from the bookshelf, took a quick look at the titles and contents, and flipped through some of them, before putting them back.After reading the study, he went to the bedroom again; he came back and sat at the desk, wanting to turn on the computer.

Dr. Watson looked at him for a while, then he raised his head and said, "Okay, don't look at me like an idiot, I've gained a lot from breaking into private houses this time."

"Okay. But actually why don't we contact her boyfriend directly so we can come in openly."

"Have you forgotten Anni Gold? Normal people cannot objectively describe their acquaintances. They will always deceive you habitually, whether it is intentional or unintentional."

"Well, what did you get this time?"

"She is an executive in the accounting department of a certain financial company. She is a perfectionist, has serious cleanliness, and has logical analytical skills."

"How did you find out? Forget it."

"Oh, first of all, there are financial journals on her bookshelf, and secondly, the pens in the pen holder on her desk are all ultra-fine nibs. Most people seldom use such nibs, but accountants often use them. They call them Accounting pens; the paintings you saw hanging in her living room just now are all in perfect classical symmetry, and her furnishings are also symmetrical, living here is like living in a big mirror. I I just entered her room and found that the smell of the disinfectant inside has not dissipated. You must know that she has been dead for a month. She had to love disinfectant to fill the room with this smell?! It hasn't dissipated after so long?!"

"Oh, that's great!"

"Well, then you don't object to me breaking into a private house."

"Is my objection useful?"

"It's useless, but I always hope to get your approval." Sherlock looked at the computer while talking, tried a few passwords, passed them, and began to search for private information in it.

Just as they were busy in the house, there was a sound of opening the door in the living room, and someone came back.Dr. Watson looked at Sherlock in a little panic, and mouthed: "We'll go out and cover his head with a coat and run away!"

Sherlock smiled very calmly, unplugged the computer, then took off his gloves and coat, and threw them casually on the sofa in the study, and took out a handkerchief, folded it into a pocket square, and put it in his suit pocket. Lu was sad and went out like a master.At this time, a handsome young man in the living room just came in from the door, and was very surprised to see the uninvited guest who came out of the study.

Sherlock stretched out his hand, stepped forward and said, "You must be Diane's boyfriend George, and I am his cousin Sherlock Cooper."

Dr. Watson heard it from behind, and almost couldn't hold back his laughter. Sherlock, how can you deceive people so shamelessly? !

Poor Mr. George gave him a stiff hand, shook his hand, and said, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Cooper.