[sherlock] Sherlock's Ome

Shelley was taken aback, but she reacted in time, leaned back and tried her best to distance herself from the dagger, and kicked the visitor's abdomen with her right leg.The person who came was wearing a black jacket and the hat was pulled down so that he couldn't see his face clearly.Because he was too hasty and didn't use enough strength, although he was kicked back two steps, it didn't hurt very much. He only stopped for a while and then rushed up again brandishing the dagger.

Shelley carefully placed the book on the coffee table, instead of hiding, she walked towards the man.His offense, while powerful, was not fast enough. Shelley held his knife wrist with his left hand and hit him hard in the stomach with his right elbow, hitting his chest with his right shoulder as he bent over in pain.

With a "cough", it was obvious that his ribs were broken, and the number was unknown. Shelley didn't stop, and bumped his arm holding the knife against the side of the cabinet. The man screamed and knelt on the ground, sweating profusely from the pain.

Seeing that he had lost the ability to resist, Shelley breathed a sigh of relief, and went to the sofa to find his cell phone to call the police.At this time, the stairs rang again, and several men in black clothes ran up the stairs, and when they saw the man half paralyzed on the ground, they all showed expressions of relief.

Although Shelley didn't know them, he could guess that they were mycroft's subordinates. He played with the dagger and said, "I only know that in the movie, the police always arrive after the matter is resolved. Is it true that the secret agents are also like this? Sure enough, art comes from Life."

The agents didn't speak, but just handcuffed the man and took her away. Not long after, Mycroft arrived. He stood on the stairs and looked at her from head to toe, then looked at the living room and asked, "Sheley, are you still here?" okay?"

Shelley nodded and sat back on the couch, she didn't really relax until Mycroft appeared.Although she wounded the man very neatly, she was really scared after the beating. Fortunately, those agents waited until Mycroft came to withdraw, otherwise she would definitely be afraid of being alone.

"Very good, but I was taken aback." She said, and started to look for her own book, and she was still a few pages away.She held the book and read it for a long time, and finally found that she had been stuck on the same page without making any progress, so she gave up and threw it down.She was startled when she looked up. Mycroft was still sitting on the sofa opposite her, flipping through one of her books on technological exploration.

"Mycroft, are you off work today?" It's so rare, isn't he even off for Christmas?

"Oh, I have a meeting later, but now I have 10 minutes to wait for Sherlock to come back." Mycroft said with a smile.Then his cell phone rang, and he glanced down, raising his eyebrows in surprise, "The intruder just now was rescued while being escorted."

"Huh?" Shelley opened his mouth wide in surprise, "Isn't that an ordinary robber or murderer?"

"Looking at it now, I'm afraid it's not." Sherlock appeared at the stairs, strode over and pulled Shelley up to have a look, "John, Shelley's arm is injured, come and show her. Fatty, your head is really injured." Is it stuffed with fat? She's hurt and doesn't see it."

John strode over, Mycroft shook his head: "It's just a little blood, it's nothing to Shelley."

Only then did Shelley realize that the bone in his left wrist was a little sore, and the outside was a little blue, probably because he had knocked it during the fight with the black jacket.She rubbed it casually twice and said, "It's okay, I just touched it accidentally."

Sherlock had already let her go and strode to the window, changed a few positions and looked out, not knowing what he was looking at. Mycroft obviously had a tacit understanding with his younger brother, and said: "That location can't be seen from the outside, and I use the name Anthea, and someone who came here actually knew that this easter egg is here at Shelley, it really has great powers."

"Easter egg?" Shelley and John were both surprised, "Isn't my egg made of chocolate? Although the art is worth two or three thousand pounds, it wouldn't be easy for him to snatch it, right?"

"So we have to break it to see what makes him take it back without killing people. I'm afraid you won't be able to keep this easter egg." Sherlock said, walking to the kitchen and taking a knife, "It just so happens that we will kill it today alright."

"Such a big chocolate egg, even if it's hollow, I'm afraid I can't finish it today, you can eat it slowly. John, you can bring some to Sarah." Shelley looked at mycroft, "mycroft, for your dentist's heart For the sake of it, you might as well try it here today, and I won’t bring it to you.”

Mycroft frowned and looked at the easter egg, which was a gift from him, but he could only taste a little bit.He thought for a while and said, "I think I should bring some to Anthea."

Anthea didn't know when she appeared at the door: "Thank you, sir, but I think it's better if I come by myself."

"And Greg, I have to bring him some too."

Sherlock gave him a disdainful look: "I'm going to meet Lestrade later, and I'll bring him chocolates. If I ask you to bring them, I don't know how many can get into his mouth."

Shelley kept laughing on the sidelines, and didn't try to smooth things over. This is their brother's way of expressing their feelings, so she had better not get involved.

Sherlock peeled off the beautiful pattern on the outside of the chocolate with a knife, exposing the tin foil inside. Shelley yelled: "Wait, don't peel off the tin foil, it will stain the chocolate."

She spread a clean tablecloth on the ground, placed the eggs horizontally on it, found a small hammer out of nowhere, and hit the eggs directly.The egg made a crisp "click" sound, and she knocked it a few more times, trying to make the egg crack evenly, and then carefully tore off the tin foil.

The chocolate eggs had been broken into large and small pieces. She carried the chocolate on the tablecloth and brought it to the table. She took a small piece and put it in her mouth. It was soft and silky, sweet with a bitter taste, and the quality was quite good.She narrowed her eyes happily: "It's delicious."

John, Anthea, and Mycroft all surrounded her. Sherlock never had a great love for chocolate, let alone during the investigation period, but this time he also moved over, and deliberately pushed Mycroft away from the table: "Fatty Not eligible for chocolate."

Mycroft gritted his teeth and looked at his restless brother so viciously that Shelley thought his anger would melt the chocolate.

After eating a few pieces, Shelley remembered the business, and quickly picked up the chocolate, but to her disappointment, she found nothing: "It's just ordinary chocolate, what exactly is that person trying to grab?"

"As far as I know, among the 210 Easter eggs at that time, there were 7 Easter eggs of the same size as this one. Now with this one, 5 eggs have been broken, and there are 2 more, one in West London and one in North London. Trust us Mr. Black Jacket will be at your door shortly."

Shelley cut the chocolates into small pieces and packed them in some small biscuit boxes and candy boxes. Some of them were kept to eat slowly, some were given away, and some chocolate cakes and other desserts could be made.She gave John one box to give to Sarah, one box to Sherlock to bring to Lestrade, one box to the landlady Mrs Turner, and one box to Mrs Hudson. Anthea declined the chocolate, because she felt that if she ate chocolate, her boss would definitely want to eat it more. She would eat less sweets, which would not only save mycroft's teeth, but also lose weight, killing two birds with one stone.

After distributing the chocolates, Shelley ordered takeaway to come home, and she left Mycroft and Anthea to eat together, but they had a meeting to attend, so they had to leave in a hurry.

After dinner, Sherlock and John were going out too, Shelley didn't want to stay at home alone: ​​"You must have gone to grab that black jacket, I'm going too, and if I catch him, let's see how I can deal with him, and I had to take it Such a beautiful easter egg to break."

They made it to Hammersmith Bridge, and Sherlock asked the driver to stop the car a few hundred meters from their destination.They walked along a quiet avenue, brightly lit by street lamps that lit up the neatly lined houses, each with its own garden.

With the dim light of the street lamp, they found the house number with "Rabnom Villa".The owner was probably watching TV, because on the garden path, except for a little flickering light from the living room window, the surroundings were completely dark, and they could hear the TV occasionally.The wooden fence that separated the road from the garden cast a deep shadow across the garden, and it was there that they were hiding.

Shelley lowered his voice and asked, "Sherlock, are you sure he will come?"

"According to the route, he should come here first and then go to West London, but just in case, I have asked Lestrade to lead people to guard there." He said.

Not long after, the garden door was suddenly opened, and a tall black figure ran through the garden path to the gate of the house, probably because he was injured by Shelley in the afternoon, and his movements were not very neat.

The black shadow opened the door and went in, Sherlock made a gesture, and the three of them walked over silently.The sound of fighting came from inside the house, and they rushed in. Shelley rushed to the front. When she passed the hall, she touched a ceramic ornament on the shelf, rushed over, and slapped the black jacket hard on the head.

Although everyone couldn't help but gasped and felt pain for the robber, Shelley actually saved her strength. She just knocked him out and didn't intend to kill anyone.

The owner of the house is an old man in his 70s. His wife passed away two years ago, and his children are not at home, so he lives alone.Probably Black Jacket had already investigated it before, so he dared to grab that easter egg and kill him while his injury was still unhealed.

"Although I spent more than 4000 pounds on this panda egg, it's not worth grabbing." The old man asked strangely, "And he came in and wanted to kill me directly. He doesn't look like an ordinary robber."

"Of course he's not an ordinary robber," Sherlock said. "An ordinary robber can't steal tens of millions of pounds."