[Shenxia Tongren] My dear brothers and adults

The lady in front of her led Sherlock to find a quiet place, and when the guests sat down, she smiled and said, "Do you need anything?"

"a cup of coffee."

"Huh? We have many kinds of coffee here, which one do you like?" She also sat down, folded her hands on the table, delicate and slender, pink nails have not undergone any artificial dyeing, but are extremely rich luster.

"Whatever, I'll just sit down for a while and leave."

She bent her arms like a girl, put her hands on her chin and said, "Okay, how about a cup of our signature?"

"it is good."

After she went out, Sherlock observed the indoor environment. The coffee shop was surrounded by dark curtains with swirl patterns, and screens and curtains were used to divide one after another into private and comfortable compartments. There is a small golden chandelier hanging above the compartment, but Sherlock still keenly saw one after another dark and flashing cameras on the ceiling, and these cameras basically have one in each compartment. To spy on the guests when they are alone?It does have some effect.The floor was covered with a fluffy Turkish rug, walking on it felt like his feet would sink in, and it was still very new, not second-hand, and he didn't smell the stale smell of an old rug.The value of this kind of carpet, Sherlock looked at the value of each cup of coffee written on the menu, and then calculated, it is not very cost-effective.There is still a faint smell of incense in the compartment, which is transmitted through a small hole in the wall. It smells of honey and myrrh, ah, but it is also mixed with fine poppy shells and white datura. Taste, and maybe marijuana.This smell makes it easier to relax and energize.

Sherlock took a deep breath and let the aroma fill his nostrils. It was a warm and seductive smell, and he suddenly understood why those poor victims jumped into Nix's hand.Her well-designed trap is like a warm nest, how can those poor restless animals not fall in love with it?

At this time, Sherlock's coffee came.The coffee was delivered by a new girl, with black hair and black pupils, two braids wrapped around her head, wearing a cloth apron, behind the apron was dusty work clothes, with a sweet and enthusiastic smile on her face, she stepped forward Putting down the coffee, he said, "Sir, this is a little hot, so be careful."

"Oh, thanks." Sherlock recovered from the fragrance of the smoke.

"You're welcome." She said with a shrewd smile in her eyes, then turned and left.

Sherlock watched her leave, and looked at the shoes she was wearing strangely. They were a pair of black leather high-heeled shoes with red soles. Are they bootlegs?If that's true, are the wages here high enough that even the waiters can afford Christian Louboutin shoes?Something is wrong.

He smelled the coffee first, and then took a sip. Turkish coffee tastes very good. The only problem is that even the coffee contains opium. The strong coffee smell cannot cover up the unique taste of opium powder. This man Rather than being a psychiatrist, Ms. might as well be a drug lord.But there is also the music here. He is still very sensitive to music. He had heard this music in the counseling room of the public school before. It is a music that helps mental patients relax.In order to preserve the evidence, he also recorded it with his mobile phone.So Sherlock thought, it is basically certain that this place has something to do with Knicks.

So now tell the police station to arrest people?He thought with some hesitation, if this case is over, Moriarty's search for the traitor will be over, and then he will return to the latent stage, until Moriarty stands up from the bed, and then he will not There are so many opportunities to find the faults of the Moriarty Group, he will completely hide everything, only occasionally revealing his existence and provoking Sherlock's nerves.This is a very rare opportunity. As long as he makes a small mistake, I can investigate it. I will dig as deep as he hides until the big spider who always seduces little girls is revealed. .

He made up his mind and planned to leave, and drank the coffee in front of him. Fortunately, the lady didn't know that he had a high tolerance to morphine. Probably, all his drug records had been destroyed by Mycroft. Well, how can the bald bear bear that his brother is a drug addict?He put down the two banknotes on the table, then got up and walked out, feeling pretty good about himself.

In the eyes of others, Sherlock, who had just taken a large dose of morphine, had a flushed face, a bit like a drunk, and could barely walk in a straight line.As he passed the waiter just now, the little girl supported her obsequiously, her bulging breasts resting on his arm.Sherlock looked over in a little confusion, saw her bright red lips, and the faint smell of perfume, and Chanel's opium perfume, this waiter is really a rich man, he understood, just like Jasmine Amber ?Then, it was rare for him to hold her face passionately, caressing her skin with his slender fingers, and then kissed her cheek.

The lady hugged his neck very enthusiastically, and leaned forward for a long tongue kiss.After it was over, Sherlock pinched her cheek and said, "Goodbye, miss. Maybe I'll come again."

After seeing Sherlock leave, the lady put away her frivolous smile and looked solemn like a nun. With compassion and affection in her eyes, she said as if sighing, "Will you die for me?"

At this time, a lady with blond hair in a long gray dress walked up to her, and when she heard this, she paused in fear before continuing: "I just looked in the surveillance, and he seems to have found all those cameras .”

"This is also a very normal thing." The black-haired woman took off her apron impatiently, leaning on the counter and said indifferently.

"Yes." The person next to him said in a trembling voice.

"Oh, don't look like this." She looked back at the other party, reached out and pinched the other party's chin, forcing her to raise her head and look at herself.Her gaze was as deep and gentle as the ocean before a storm, she lowered her voice, slightly hoarse like the sound of night shift waves crashing onto the beach, and said softly: "It's okay, you just need to look into my eyes, come on, look at me."

The other party's eyes gradually changed from fear and resistance to numbness and indifference, and finally bowed his head meekly and said, "You can do whatever you want, my lady."

She put her hand on the other's shoulder and said, "Can I have your loyalty?"

"Of course, ma'am." After saying that, the other party immediately knelt down and kissed the gemstone ring under her hand.

It's just that she saw the calm and unwavering eyes in the other person's eyes, waved her hand boringly, and said, "Go." With some envy, she thought of the man who had always remained loyal to Moriarty from the heart, Moriah Where did Dee find someone so loyal and capable of fighting?she thought, frowning.

Sherlock who went outside was blown by the cold wind, woke up, and quickly took out his handkerchief to wipe off the lipstick marks on his mouth and face. If it was before, he really didn't mind being a victim to fish for law enforcement, but now, If John saw the lipstick marks on his face, the consequences would probably be more serious, so forget it.He thought with a bit of regret, but that lady was completely exposed. He has played with human skulls for so many years, and his fingers can clearly distinguish the difference between human bones and human-made bones or spliced ​​bones, that is to say , although the cover-up was perfect, but when Sherlock touched her, the fact that the lady had plastic surgery was invisible in Sherlock's eyes.

Like the gloomy and cynical witch in a fantasy novel, he said softly with a mocking smile; "I have you, my queen."

At this time, Dr. Watson, who had obtained Ms. Senior's schedule before her death, came out of the office building and wandered the streets to get Sherlock back.He saw Sherlock standing in the middle of the road with a slightly idiotic smile and wondered what the hell was going on with him?Quickly stepped forward to grab Sherlock's hand and asked, "Sherlock, are you okay?"

"I'm great, John." Sherlock grinned, and kissed Watson's face very enthusiastically. The sun was so bright and the blue sky was so beautiful.

Dr. Watson felt that Sherlock's body was abnormally hot, this little bastard wouldn't catch himself a cold again, would he?In other words, I have only been away for more than an hour, and it is a rare ability for him to get himself a cold and fever so quickly.

After he dragged Sherlock, who was bouncing restlessly along the way, back to the hotel, Sherlock, whose opiate effects had passed, fell into a deep sleep due to overuse.

After waking up, he flipped through Senior's schedule in a daze, threw it aside and said, "This is not important anymore."

"What?" Dr. Watson asked, it doesn't matter, you still want me to get it?Is juggling fun?

Sherlock is now preoccupied with how to track down Moriarty's men, so he doesn't care about this case. He is busy asking the FBI about the current actions of the American gangsters every day.

Watson is very strange about this. He doesn't know Knicks or Moriarty, but he knows Sherlock. The difficulty of getting Sherlock to give up the case at hand is equivalent to making cats not eat fish and dogs not eating fish. Meat, anyway, is impossible.Something must have happened.Either he had already found the murderer, or he knew the murderer was dead.In conclusion, he will always be an insider, otherwise he will persevere in pursuit.But why didn't he say it?He will never forget Sherlock's previous convictions. For clues, he can give up 12 lives.Thinking of this, Dr. Watson, full of humanity, decided to ask Sherlock who the murderer was.