[sherlock] Sherlock's Ome

The sniper was caught off guard, and Shelley's weight, speed, and the dexterity she used in the instant she pounced made him fall backwards unavoidably.It wasn't Shelley's goal to make him fall, she hugged him around the waist and pressed her feet hard, and the two of them fell downstairs together.

Moriarty was holding the memory stick that Sherlock handed him and said triumphantly: "I can get these things at my fingertips everywhere." Then he threw the memory stick into the swimming pool.

A loud noise startled them, and the splash of water even drenched them all over.All three looked in astonishment at a man and a woman who suddenly appeared in the swimming pool. Sherlock reached out and pushed Moriarty quickly, and quickly helped John take off his coat and threw it aside.

Moriarty stepped on the water angrily, stretched out his hand to wipe his face, his sniper was pushed into the water, and he was pushed off by Sherloes, which made him almost dizzy with anger.

"Kill her!" Moriarty yelled.

The impact of the third floor falling into the water stunned the sniper for a while, but he soon recovered. Shelley's water skills were not very good, and he was soon pinched by the neck and pressed hard into the water, only to struggle in vain by grabbing the opponent's hair.

"shelley?"

Sherlock turned sharply and pointed his pistol at the sniper, but was stopped by Moriarty: "Hey, I'm still here. I think you should know that as long as you shoot, my sniper can kill you two in a second .”

A spot of light appeared on John's chest, then on Sherlock's forehead. Seeing that Sherlock was stopped, John jumped into the water to rescue Shelley, but he didn't realize that there were more than one sniper in ambush in the swimming pool.

Moriarty climbed ashore and straightened his wet suit, "Oh, this is a Westwood suit. You know, you're already in my way."

Sherlock ignored the fact that he was being targeted by a sniper and stared at Moriarty: "So, are you going to kill me?"

"Kill you? No, no, no, I don't have this plan yet. One day I will kill you, but I don't want to rush. I want to save this wonderful moment for the right time. But, If you continue to get to the bottom of it, I will set your body on fire and make your heart feel like a knife."

Sherlock pointed at his gun without any movement: "A reliable person has said that I have no heart."

Moriarty smiled: "You and I both know that's not true." He turned his head and looked at the pool, "Look, that girl, how cute and strong, she's still alive."

Shelley was rescued from under the sniper by John, coughed and lay on the edge of the pool, and glared at him fiercely: "Don't worry, my life will definitely be longer than yours."

Moriarty twisted his face and smiled at Shelley, so frightened that she subconsciously took a step back and sank into the water again, and then said to Sherlock: "Okay, I have to go, it was a pleasure chatting with you, Sherlock."

Sherlock was unmoved: "What if I shoot you now?"

"Oh, then congratulations, you can see my frightened face." He made a frightened expression, "But it will make me very disappointed, and you won't remember it for long, although your pet and The girls will be with you in a minute. Goodbye, Sherloes."

"Catch you later."

"It's impossible." Moriarty and his wet sniper disappeared through the exit with a knock on the door.

Sherlock put away the gun quickly, pulled Shelley and John ashore: "How are you? Are you okay?"

Shelley lay exhausted on the floor, waved his hands weakly, and asked hoarsely, "I'm fine, I just choked on a few sips of water. Sherlock, did I ruin your business?"

The night in early summer was still cold, Shelley was shivering from the cold, Sherlock took off his coat and wrapped her up, shaking his head: "No, you saved us, Shelley. John, can you call Lestrade? He needs to take care of the aftermath here." With both arms together, he hugged Shelley, "Let's go back first, you both need to take a hot shower and change into dry clothes."

"Don't wait for Lestrade?" John asked.

"I suggest no, unless you want to wrap him in that ugly blanket."

A small black car had already parked outside the gate of the swimming pool. They got into the car without saying a word, and the car drove directly towards Baker Street.

Sherlock directly carried Shelley back to 222b, and asked John to go back to 221b and change his clothes before coming over to give Shelley a checkup. He hurt his throat for two consecutive days, and he was worried that there would be some permanent irreparable damage.

"You shouldn't follow me, shelley, and you shouldn't take the initiative to find a sniper, that's too dangerous. You learn martial arts to protect yourself, not to get involved in these dangers. If you fall from such a high place, if you jump If his strength was a little weaker, he might have fallen directly to the shore..."

"It's really not like you." Shelley wrapped himself in a blanket in a dry nightgown, and nestled comfortably on the sofa, "It's dangerous for you to provoke Moriarty without saying hello to anyone, alone, do you think Are you a western cowboy? It’s not a duel in the middle ages. You see, they have brought a few snipers... Why do I think he didn’t want to kill you at all? There are a few snipers, and I won’t break him at all if I kill one thing."

"Maybe he also thinks life is too boring. In the pink research case, the murderer mentioned that he has been paying attention to my deductive method website." In some respects, he and Moriarty are still very similar .

Those bombings and the thrilling night at the swimming pool made Sherlock quiet for many days. Although he didn't accept the case, he still went out early and returned late every day to check something. Both Shelley and John once asked him what he was looking for, and Sherlock explained: "Moriarty's spider web has spread all over the whole of England, almost all crimes have his shadow, but he himself is just hiding behind the scenes and planning all this, I have to find evidence against him to catch him."

But it's not easy, he has been searching for a long time but still has no clue, so he can only temporarily put it aside.

It was a stormy night, and after dinner, they huddled in 221b to clean out an old box, which Sherlock had brought back from nowhere, and it was said to be the notebook of a monastery in the 15th century.The pieces of paper were so damaged that Sherlock had to use a high-magnification magnifying glass to look at them, while Shelley and John were responsible for sorting out relatively intact pieces of paper.

At around 10 o'clock, Sherlock put down the things in his hands and stood by the window to take a look, saying: "Sheley, don't go back today, the wind and rain are too strong, if you are sleepy, go to sleep in my room, I will You'll be fine all night on the sofa."

Shelley has no objection: "I'm not sleepy yet, just a little bit left, I'll go to sleep after cleaning up."

Sherlock didn't leave the window: "What's that? Oh, a police car, it stopped, it looks like we have a visitor, hope it doesn't require us to go out in the middle of the night in this weather, and have to wear Raincoat, it’s too troublesome. John, can you go and open the door?”

It was Lestrade who came in. Although he had mentioned a raincoat, he was still soaked. Shelley hurried to pour him a cup of hot tea. Lestrade gratefully took a big sip of the hot tea, then held the cup in his hand to keep warm: "Did you see the incident about Yorksley in the evening paper?"

"I didn't watch anything after the fifteenth century tonight," Sherlock said.

"It doesn't matter if you don't read it. The report is not true. I went to the scene, but I feel that the matter is still as vague as before I went to investigate. But when I started the investigation, it seemed to be very simple and no mistakes. Sherlock, there is no purpose How could it be possible? What annoys me is that I can't find the purpose of the murder, and this is obviously not part of some abnormal serial murder case."

Sherlock became interested. He sat on the sofa, clasped his hands against his chin: "Tell me in detail."

"I don't know if you have heard the name Khouri, a very famous best-selling author for nearly ten years. He bought a small villa in Yorks Leigh as his residence for writing. Now he lives with his assistant. Willoughbysmith, also known as the deceased, is a young man who just graduated from university with a gentle and gentle personality. Khouri is very satisfied with him. He also recruited two assistants before, and this is the third one, although he has just worked with him for less than three months , but it’s already very tacit.”

"There is also a Mrs. Marco, who is a part-time worker hired by Khouri. She cooks their lunch and dinner and cleans up for them every day. She is a local, her husband is a responsible person, and there are two college students. child."

"Willoughbysmith was killed in the study this morning. Mrs. Marco who found him was cleaning the study..."

Sherlock interrupted him: "Go to the study to clean up in the morning? Won't it disturb their work? Where is Khouri at this time?"

"You know, Khouri has the habits of young people nowadays. He likes to work in the afternoon and evening, and he doesn't get up until noon every day. When Mrs. Marco discovered the murder, Khouri was still sleeping in his bedroom."

Sherlock nodded for him to continue.

"The small villa is a three-story building. The first floor is the living room, kitchen, and dining room. The second floor is the bedroom of Khouri and Willoughbysmith. Their study is on the third floor. There is a large sun room with four walls. Glass, Khouri likes to work in a well-lit place, so he used it as a study. The murder happened at about 10 o'clock. Mrs. Marco was going to clean the study before going downstairs to make lunch, but she saw Willoughbysmith lying not far from the desk Blood flowed from his neck. Later, the forensic doctor also confirmed this time, and the murder weapon was a paper knife. It was thrown less than two meters away from the deceased. Mrs. Marco knew it, it belonged to Khouri thing."

"The poor woman was terrified. She stood at the door and screamed, waking Khouri who was still sleeping on the second floor. He ran up in his pajamas and bare feet to see what was going on, and called to report it. The police. But he has no clue about the murder, and he can't think of anyone who would kill such a gentle and docile young man."