[sherlock] Sherlock's Ome

Sherlock was very excited and shouted: "Lestrade, hurry up, get some police dogs, they didn't run too far."

Lestrade called the police dog team, and sure enough, they found the three men and a money printing machine on the other side of the village, as well as two stencils and a pile of 20 yuan notes.

"How do you know they're still in the village?" John asked curiously. Lestrade also wants to know this question, but he has learned to wait for John or Shelley to ask, so as not to be ridiculed by Sherlock for his IQ.

"Look at the ruts, John, there's only one car rut, the money printing machine can't be transported away in a car, the trunk lid won't close, it's too noticeable. And Colonel Stark is obviously a fierce, decisive and A wise person, he knows that the most dangerous place is the safest place, so he has already prepared a spare house in the same village, and moved there immediately to avoid the limelight as soon as the incident was exposed."

"Since he is so smart, why didn't he prepare a car that can transport the money printing machine away?" Lestrade asked strangely.

"We have to ask our little Mr. Stark." Sherlock pointed to the thin young man in the police car who had been looking at his brother with apologetic eyes, "Probably before he rescued Mr. Haterley, in order to prevent the colonel from catching up with them, Punctured another truck or pickup tire."

Because of John's blog, Sherlock's reputation is getting bigger and bigger, and more and more ordinary people know the name of Sherloes, so some "very boring" small cases began to come to the door, why does my wife work late? , The husband is having an affair, and the company executives come to ask him to help find the lost documents.There are also some inexplicable things, such as a bald man who felt that his grandmother's body had been swapped, and the ashes in the urn were not hers; two little girls said that their grandfather passed away, but they could not go to mourn...

These shelleys were all told by John, and he mentioned these visitors with a bit of gloating attitude. Shelley ignored Sherlock's annoyed face, and covered her mouth and smiled.

Fortunately, there were still a few interesting cases, and Lestrade took him to see some corpses, otherwise they couldn't imagine how Sherlock would vent his anger on the walls of the room.

On this day, Shelley was cleaning out the refrigerator in 221b. Both she and Mrs. Hudson were used to seeing all kinds of human organs frozen in the refrigerator, including human heads.Ever since she found human tissue in the refrigerator, she has been resolutely refusing to bring over the food that could not fit in 222b's refrigerator. Anyway, they almost settle three meals a day with her. She doesn't want to find out what she ate someday. It's human flesh or a finger out of a cabbage.

When she threw a bag containing her fingers back into the refrigerator with disgust on her face, a fat man of medium height suddenly broke in and fell headfirst in front of her.

Shelley was taken aback, she felt the floor shake by him.She quickly picked up her mobile phone and called the two men she left at 222b: "You have guests!"

This guest was an unlucky guy. He suddenly turned off the car while driving, and when he returned the car, he saw a man in the distance suddenly fall down and died like this, so he, the only person present, was regarded as a criminal suspect.

Sherlock took over the case, but he refused to go out. Instead, he asked John to take a taxi to the scene alone, and took a shower by himself.He barely slept last night and is feeling sleepy now.

As soon as he walked into the bathroom, Shelley hurriedly tidied up the living room for him, but within a day, it was a mess again.But Sherlock didn't spend much time in the bathroom, and when he came out wrapped in sheets, John's head appeared on his laptop screen.

Shelley couldn't help but rolled his eyes: "Please, Sherlock, I'm still here, you should at least put on your pajamas, right?"

Sherlock held coffee in one hand and notebook in the other, yawned and sat down at the table without looking back, "You are not someone else, do I still need a suit to see you?"

Shelley rolled his eyes towards the ceiling, probably in his eyes, there is no difference between her and John, right?There was no such thing as gender for Sherlock.

Sherlock had already ignored her, commanding John to turn around at the computer, analyzing with "crackling" in his mouth, Shelley smiled apologetically at the guest who was also shot while lying on the side.At this time, several men in black suits barged in, and one of them pointed to the location of the bedroom: "His bedroom is at the back, go get some clothes."

"Who the hell are you?"

The leader reached out and closed Sherlock's notebook: "Sorry, Mr. Holmes, you have to come with us."

Shelley was packing up Sherlock's experimental equipment on the dining table, when she saw the intruder, without saying a word, she threw a test tube in her hand towards the one closest to her.

He had to be thankful that there wasn't any strong acid in it, although it only stings a little after being splashed all over his face.But he didn't have time to do anything, a fist had already hit his chest.When he fell down, he felt that he heard the brittle sound of bones. Could this move be made by the petite lady in front of him?He thought blankly, the boss didn't say that there was a female Tyrannosaurus in his younger brother's house.

"Miss Hope," the leading man in black stopped her from punching the other person in time, allowing him to enter the bedroom to pick up his clothes, "Miss Hope, Mr. Holmes needs to be neatly dressed where he is going."

Shelley turned to look at Sherlock, who was still wrapped in a sheet, and he smiled contemptuously: "I know where I'm going." He stood up, "Sheley, would you mind visiting Buckingham Palace?"

Sherlock still didn't change his clothes, and Shelley didn't persuade him. She was also very dissatisfied with the aggressive behavior of Mycroft's subordinates. Obviously, this was Mycroft's instruction.

They had just sat down in a luxurious reception room of Buckingham Palace when John came in. He looked around for a while and asked, "Sherlock, are you wearing pants?"

"No."

They laughed together, like little boys who have pulled off a trick. Shelley rolled his eyes at the ceiling, couldn't help but laughed too.

"What the hell are we here for? To see the Queen?"

Sherlock watched his brother come out from the room, nodded and said, "Probably so."

Shelley saw the two of them laughing together unscrupulously, and looked at Mycroft sympathetically, grinding his teeth with hatred. John seemed to be led badly by Sherlock, which was really bad news for Mycroft, and he was still counting on John to restrain Sherlock a little bit.

When Sherlock was arguing with his brother for refusing to put on his clothes, a tall and thin man walked in, Mycroft looked a little embarrassed, Shelley guessed that this man named Harry probably had a little political disagreement with Mycroft or something What a competition or something, now he's a bit embarrassed by his brother showing up at Buckingham Palace in this attire.

What Shelley could see, Sherlock could of course also see, he didn't bother to pay attention to Harry, and went straight to the door.But the sheet he dragged on the floor was stepped on by Mycroft as if venting his anger, and Sherlock obviously didn't expect his brother to do such a naive thing, and almost disappeared.

"Please pay attention to the occasion, don't you all remember that I'm a lady?" Shelley interrupted the bickering between the two brothers unbearably, she seemed to catch a glimpse of Sherlock's groin just now, would it be a needle eye?Her face was flushed and her eyes wandered. Even though she grew up with Sherlock, she often bathed and swam together when she was a child, but she hadn't seen his body since she was 6 years old.

Sherlock finally went to put on his clothes, sat down again and began to discuss the case that this mysterious prominent client wanted Sherlock to handle.

Mycroft took out a photo from a file box and handed it to his brother: "Do you know this woman?"

It was a very beautiful and very attractive woman, Sherlock shook his head: "I have no impression."

"Then you have to be careful. She became the focus of two political party scandals last year, and recently divorced a famous writer, because she not only cuckolded her husband, but also stepped on two boats."

"Who is she?" Shelley asked curiously, is this the legendary socialite?

"ireneadler, known in the industry as 'thewoman'"

"In the industry?" John also became curious, sounding very mysterious.

"In the circle, she has many nicknames, and her favorite is 'the sadistic queen'."

"The sadistic queen?"

"Relax, I mean sexual."

Sherlock retorted very sensitively: "Sex doesn't make me nervous."

Shelley almost wanted to hide his face. Isn't your reaction telling your brother that you don't know anything about sex?

Sure enough, Mycroft chuckled, and snorted contemptuously: "How do you know?" He didn't want to quarrel with Sherlock anymore, and explained directly, "What she offers is, let's put it this way, a pleasant punishment , to those who have the hobby and are willing to pay for it."

Shelley suddenly realized that she is actually a sm lover. This ireneadler is probably very good at this. Those who need it go to her, so the handle is naturally given to her: "So she is actually a high-class prostitute. female?"

Mycroft was stunned for a moment and said, "In a way, it counts."

Sherlock flipped through the photos: "I guess Ms. Ireneadler should have some shady photos in her hands. Whose photos are they?"

"A person who is very important to my boss." Harry replied hesitantly, "I hope we don't talk about this anymore."

After Sherlock asked clearly about the details of the photo, he stood up and said, "There is no case, you will pay as much as you want immediately, and Ms. Ireneadler will know how powerful she is after she publishes the photo."

Well, not only a prostitute, but also a blackmailer.

"She didn't want money, she contacted us and told us she had those pictures in her hand, and told us she didn't want money or anything."

"Showing off power? Funny, showing off power to the most powerful family in all of Britain? Where is she now?"

"London."

Shelley was puzzled: "What is her purpose? Does she always have something she wants?"