[sherlock] Sherlock's Ome

In the end, the old lady died. She was probably unwilling to be tied to the bomb for so long. She described the voice of the criminal to Sherlock on the phone, so she was bombed to the sky. Sherlock's restraint was ineffective, and he could only listen to the explosion sound from his mobile phone, extremely frustrated.

Shelley went home after taking a shower and changed out of the dress she wore when she was pretending to be a reporter. When she was wearing her favorite t-shirt and jeans and went to 221b, she happened to hear Sherlock say: "John, don't engage in hero worship. There are no heroes. Even if there are, then there are It won't be me."

"You're not asked to be a hero, Sherlock," Shelley said, "and even if you were, we wouldn't let you be."

"You?" John asked suspiciously.

"Yes, I, mycroft, Aunt Antoie. John, heroes are not so easy to be. Look at those heroes in novels and movies. Although everyone praises them, do they live happily? The sacrifices they made are too great , John, I am a selfish person, I will never allow anyone to force Sherlock to be a hero, even if it is himself."

"But, so many people are dying..." John couldn't accept it.

"Sherlock has done what he should do, hasn't he?" Shelley said earnestly, "If you want him to pay more, or even sacrifice himself for others, I can only say, whoever is willing to sacrifice, let him do so."

John opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. The text message from the pink phone saved him, and the bomber appeared again.

"I always like to act on TV. The big villain poses various problems to the protagonist. After the protagonist solves them one by one, the villain will attack the protagonist. So I decided to follow you every step of the way until everything is resolved." shelley Say so to Sherlock.

Sherlock looked at her helplessly: "Well, it's up to you."

The tip of the text message was a photo of the Thames River, where the police found the body of a middle-aged man who had been dead for more than a day. Shelley didn't know how he could tell at a glance that the deceased was a security guard of an art museum. She just needed to run into him to protect him, especially this time, it was said that this man was strangled to death by a professional killer.

"Have you ever heard of golem?" Sherlock asked.

Lestrade shook his head: "What is that?"

"A killer, one of the most famous killers in the world, he likes to strangle his targets with his hands that are larger than ordinary people. So far he has killed more than 40 people."

"That is to say, this is murder? Then I will let my men find this Mr. Golem."

"Don't work in vain, your people can't find him, and there is only one person who knows where he is." Sherlock said very flatly, "That's me."

Shelley had been wondering how Sherlock hadn't been beaten during the years she was away.

Sherlock took them to a taxi and stopped by the London Bridge, and gave a homeless girl a 50 pound note, with a note rolled inside, stating his needs.

They went back to the taxi, and when Sherlock opened the door, it stopped suddenly. Could it be that someone was inside? Shelley quickly pulled him away to block the car door, no one was inside...

Well, it's because she has watched too many movies. Don't those villains or high-ranking officials always like to enter the protagonist's house when he is not at home to surprise/scare him?

Sherlock cleared his throat and asked, "Do you have any change?"

Shelley tried his best not to laugh, John pursed his lips and nodded. Sherlock nodded sternly and got into the car: "Go back to the art gallery now."

John was sent to the deceased's house to search for clues, Shelley was determined to follow Sherlock, he had no choice but to tell the truth: "I'm going to change into security clothes and go in to look at the painting, there will be no danger, you will easily reveal your secrets if you follow. "

"Then I'll wait outside," Shelley said.

"Okay, then you go to the coffee shop opposite and sit for a while, I will come out soon."

This quickly means more than an hour. Even if it gets dark early in London, it would be too long for her to sit alone in the coffee shop until it gets dark.After finally waiting for Sherlock to come out, the two of them sat in the coffee shop and waited for John. Shelley looked at the time and said, "Let's have something to eat first, the cheese and cake here are not bad, do you want to try it?"

Although it was in a questioning tone, she didn't wait for Sherlock's answer, and directly beckoned the waiter to order two desserts.

After waiting for more than half an hour, John came back, sat down and had a quick snack, Sherlock asked, "How was it?"

"Alex doesn't know anything about art, but he's an amateur astronomer. Also, he has a phone message from someone who calls himself Professor S."

After eating snacks, they hurriedly took a taxi to a place called Vauxhall Arch. Shelley had been in London for a long time, so he didn't even know what it was.

"The information network of the homeless is an indispensable place. They are my eyes and ears all over the city." Sherlock explained, "It's normal if you don't know. place."

"Of course." Shelley replied, the place is dirty and messy, there is no light at all, wherever the light of the flashlight goes, there are homeless people sleeping or cleaning their "rooms", "How do you know Their?"

"Maybe scratch their backs?" John asked sarcastically.

Sherlock replied magnanimously: "Yes, and then disinfect."

Shelley laughed. Sherlock is sometimes stingy, and sometimes he is very magnanimous, just like those policemen.Then she glanced at a huge shadow on the opposite wall, although it was just a shadow, it had already given her a strong sense of oppression and fear.

She pulled Sherlock aside and said in a low voice, "Look, over there."

John leaned against the arch and poked his head to look at the opposite side, asking, "Why does he live in such a ghostly place?" This is what Shelley wanted to ask, anyway, he is also a world-famous killer, so he should be quite rich.

"His appearance is different from ordinary people, and it's not easy to let the wind out when he lives here." Sherlock replied.

It's not easy to let the wind out, Shelley thought, how could there be any secrets for Sherlock in such a place full of homeless people.

The figure suddenly started to run, a tall man ran past the arch, they quickly chased after him, but they were a step too late, they could only watch him get into a black car and leave.

"No, no, no... It's going to take a long time to find him again." Sherlock was angry and frustrated at the same time.

"Maybe we have another place to find him." John said, "As I said, someone left a message to Alexwe before, the professor named S, Golem should go to her place."

John guessed right, when they arrived, Golem was strangling Professor S's neck, but they were too far away, and Golem broke Professor S's neck neatly, just like forty times before .

John ran towards them quickly, but the hall was dark, and Golem had already hidden himself in the darkness and disappeared. Shelley pulled Sherlock back two steps and stood against the wall, wary of the killer. Since he came here for this case, he would definitely not let Sherlock go.

In the next second, Shelley felt that her face was completely covered by a huge hand, and the owner of the hand put his other hand on her neck.She felt that her head and neck were about to be crushed.

"Sheley!" She heard Sherlock's furious voice, "Let her go!"

Sherlock seemed to hurt Golem, and she felt his strength loosen a little.Right now, she thought, jerking back, elbows snapping back and feet slamming down his legs at the same time.

The difference in their heights was too great, she could feel the back of her head hitting a solid chest, but the position of her elbow was very good, hitting hard on the weakest part of his lower body.

As the killer bent over in pain, Shelley leaped forward and escaped his grip.Only then did Shelley discover that the killer was at least 2 meters tall, and Sherlock, who was 2 in height, stood in front of him like a child.The difference in size made Sherlock, whose attack power was not particularly high, be pushed to the ground by Golem in one round.

Shelley was in a hurry, and jumped on Golem's back to break him out, but Golem was obviously good at wrestling besides his strength, so he stood up and threw her to the ground with only a shake of his shoulders. Sherlock wanted to pounce, but was thrown back to the ground by the shelley thrown by Golem.

John arrived in time and fired at the killer, who staggered and disappeared out the door.

Shelley breathed a sigh of relief, rolled over from Sherlock, and coughed on the ground. Sherlock held her shoulder and asked, "Sheley, how are you? John, come and see, Shelley's throat seems to be hurt."

Shelley waved his hand and said hoarsely, "I'm fine."

But Sherlock still insisted, he carried Shelley out of the hall, and asked John to give her a rough inspection by the light of the street lamp, to make sure she was really all right, and then he gave up.

When they stood in front of the picture, the phone finally rang, this time it was a child, and Sherlock had only 10 seconds: "Ten, nine, eight..."

Sherlock leaned nervously in front of the painting. Although he knew it must be a fake, he couldn't tell why. He was not a painter or a connoisseur.

Shelley touched her throat and moved over, hoping to help save the poor child's life.When she saw the stars on the painting, she approached Sherlock's ear and lowered her voice and asked, "Is this the vanburen supernova on the painting? I saw it was discovered in 1858 when I read the book the day before yesterday..." The time machine also seems to be mentioned.

"Yes, that's it," Sherlock leaned over his phone and called, "Vanburen Supernova..."

The countdown on the phone stopped and the child was saved.

"You see, astronomy is also useful." Shelley laughed.

Sherlock smiled back: "It's fine if you understand."