[sherlock] Sherlock's Ome

The intruder had two ribs broken by Shelley, and his face was hit hard. Originally, Sherlock wanted him to take the message back, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't leave alone. In the end, Sherlock simply called the police car to bring him gone.

It was Inspector Lestrade who came, and he had heard about Shelley at Mycorft, and he had a good impression of this good-tempered Inspector who was very tolerant of Sherlock.

"Inspector Lestrade, are you staying for dinner?" she asked. "We're having Chinese food today."

"Thank you for your invitation, Miss Hope. I'm sorry that I have something else to do and I can't stay for dinner. Thank you." Detective Lestrade left in a hurry.

"He came here to see you," Sherlock said.

"What?" Shelley was puzzled, what's so interesting about her?

"Oh, you know, Lestrade has a good relationship with the fat man, he must have heard about you from the fat man, so he came here to take a look." Sherlock said disdainfully.

Shelley's eyes widened: "You mean Mycroft and him..."

"Yes."

"Holy shit," Shelley exclaimed, "I always thought you brothers were going to marry jobs."

John didn't realize what they were talking about until this time, and stammered: "Wait...wait, what do you mean, Mycroft and...and Inspector Lestrade are...a couple?"

Sherlock's cell phone rang suddenly, and he swiped open the screen saver to take a look, it was an unread mail reminder.

"I have to go to the bank," he said, getting up to get his coat. "Sebastian needs me."

Shelley stretched out his hand to hold him down: "I'll go after dinner, no matter how urgent I am, it's not too late."

Sherlock turned to look at her: "I don't need to eat, I just need a case."

"I insist." She didn't flinch, "I can only leave after eating."

To John's surprise, after Sherlock and her stared at each other for a while, he put down his coat and sat down. Although he looked agitated, he obediently stayed and ate what was on his plate.

"You said you didn't need food while you were working on a case."

"Yes, this kind of thing will only hinder my thinking." Sherlock said dissatisfied, "But Shelley thinks that if I can't think when I'm full, it only means that I'm not smart enough. The real smart person is in any situation She can think calmly all the time. And the main purpose of her living in Baker Street is to watch me eat." He gritted his teeth, "Fatty human monitor."

John opened his mouth, but still didn't express his doubts: he didn't think Sherlock was an obedient person.

Sherlock glanced at him: "I'm not listening to her." But he still didn't explain.

After a quick meal, Sherlock took John to the bank, and Shelley stayed to tidy up her own house. Girls are always more demanding in this regard, and like to spend a lot of time tidying up and arranging their rooms. John saw that Sherlock scoffed at this, thinking it was a waste of time, but he didn't say anything.

When Shelley's living room was halfway through decorating, she received a text message from Sherlock: "Can you fly over walls and climb several floors of buildings?"

She was stunned for a moment, and replied: "Although I have practiced Chinese Kung Fu, it doesn't mean I can fly over walls. Did you see a master? I always thought that flying over walls was only found in martial arts novels."

"I did find one, although I didn't see it with my own eyes." After Sherlock dropped this sentence, there was no news, leaving Shelley feeling itchy, and began to regret that he hadn't followed to experience the legendary lightness kung fu.

Sherlock and John didn't come back until Shelley finished making dinner, and John sat down and started to gobble it up: "We ran two places, I'm starving."

After finally filling his stomach, John began to tell Shelley about their experiences in the afternoon.In the afternoon when they arrived at the bank, Sherlock's old classmate Sebastian received him. It turned out that the former president's office on the top floor of his bank was broken into illegally and left a message on the wall. 1 minute gap.He had invited Sherlock to find out the loopholes in the security system.

As he said that, John took out a check and pushed it in front of Shelley: "This is a deposit from Sebastian. As long as Sherlock finds out the way that person broke in, he will pay the balance."

Shelley was not polite either, took the check and asked: "Sherlock, is this what you mean by the master of flying over walls?"

John obviously didn't hear Sherlock mentioning this matter, he asked in surprise: "Flying over the wall? Did that person enter through the window? Oh my god, it's dozens of stories high. Could it be that person is Spider-Man?"

Shelley jokingly said: "So there are more than a dozen superheroes such as Superman, Batman, Iron Man, etc. It is a pity that they are all in the United States, and I have not heard of any heroes entering the country."

"Immigration..." Sherlock, who was sitting aside and thinking, suddenly said to himself, "Yes, immigration."

"What?" John asked puzzled.

Shelley waved his hand: "He won't reveal the secret to us until the end. Let's continue, what did you guys do afterwards?"

"Oh, we went to the house of a staff member named Vans, and the message on the wall was for him to read." John said.

But when they arrived at Vans' house, he was already dead, and the police thought he committed suicide.But in the house, the coffee table is to the left of the sofa, the handle of the coffee cup on the table is facing the left, the power socket on the left is used to use, the paper and pen are on the left of the phone, and the butter knife in the kitchen is also on the left of the butter - vans Left-handed, but the bullet hole in his head was on the right temple.

"He was killed, but Inspector Dimmock insisted that he committed suicide, and gave Sherlock a look of 'don't mess up the scene' and 'you're talking nonsense'."

"Did the killer finally be caught?" Shelley asked.

John shook his head and took the last bite of food: "No, it's not clear who did it. Oh, by the way, the door of that house was locked inside, and Sherlock said the murderer climbed in from the balcony."

"Another stalking?" Shelley became more interested, "That means this is probably the same person who left the message at the bank's office?"

John shrugged: "Sherlock didn't say, but I guess so."

Sherlock put down the spoon: "Yes, he climbed to the sixth floor of the apartment, entered the room from the balcony and killed Vans, he also sneaked into the bank in the same way, climbed to the terrace along the window, the bank's security system only guarded against the door, unexpectedly Someone can climb a building that tall."

Early the next morning, John went for an interview. He received an interview notice from a clinic not too far from here. Although it was just a temporary job, he was willing to give it a try.

Sherlock has been sitting on the sofa in a daze, occasionally ordering Shelley to get a pen or pour a cup of coffee or something. Shelley ignored him and brought his breakfast directly in front of him: "Think while eating."

Sherlock glanced at her without resistance, obediently finished his breakfast while reading the few messages on the paper.

When it was almost eleven o'clock, John came back, and Shelley asked, "How is it?"

"Very good," John smiled softly, "She's great."

Shelley grasped the point keenly: "Her?" Eyes started to sparkle, pink gossip!

John changed his words with some embarrassment: "It is, the work is great."

Shelley was about to ask, but Sherlock interrupted her: "Look at this."

The two leaned together in front of the computer, and it was a piece of news: an intruder who can penetrate walls.

"What happened last night, the reporter Lukis was shot dead in his home, the doors and windows were closed, it was exactly the same as the case of Vans."

Shelley raised his head abruptly: "It's that person who can fly over the wall again? Are you sure you're going to investigate this case? I'm going too!"

"No," Sherlock flatly refused, "I'm going to the crime scene, the reporter's house, the scene there is not suitable for you to watch."

Shelley waved his hand indifferently: "Come on, it's been so long, the body must have been moved away, there was at most a little blood on the scene, if I'm even afraid of this, how dare I say that I was a childhood sweetheart with the famous Sherlock?"

Sherlock couldn't resist her, so the three of them went to Scotland Yard together. When he saw Inspector Dimmock, he complained for the nth time that it wasn't Lestrade who was in charge of the case. Otherwise, why would he waste time here and apply for access to the crime scene with Inspector Dimmock? right.

"We just want to apply to investigate this murder case. I believe you have seen that this case is exactly the same as the vans case yesterday. You don't want to close that case as a suicide case? Believe me, if that's the case, I will Definitely will give the press information like 'vans is left-handed, but the bullet hole in his head is in the right temple'." Shelley watched the anger on Inspector Dimmock's face, and then slapped him again. He smiled reassuringly, "Actually, you don't need to care about it at all. You see, Sherlock just enjoys the process of deploying cases. I guarantee that his name will not appear in your reports and media reports. This is a win-win situation. You how do you feel?"

Detective Dimmock looked at her for a while, and finally nodded: "You can participate in this case, and you must report to me if you find anything, remember your promise."

Lukis' house is on the fourth floor, and Shelley looked out from the balcony: "I'm afraid I will never be able to climb such a high floor, but I remember watching the special police training video once and saw that they could climb several floors with bare hands Building, so I think, if it is specially trained, it should still be able to fly over the wall, or the murderer used some tools, such as pulling a rope from the top of the building to fall down or something."

Inspector Dimmock thought it was nonsense that the murderer could fly over the roof, but he was still a bit of a gentleman, and he didn't directly refute the lady's opinion.

Sherlock picked up a book from the ground and said, "Look, the deceased went to the library in West Kensington yesterday."

Not sure what it had to do with his death, they took a taxi to the library.There they saw the yellow message again, exactly like the one in the bank's top office.

"The murderer went to the bank and left a message for Vans. Vans was terrified and ran home to hide. Then he was killed. The murderer met Lukis in the library and left him a message. Lukis ran home and he dead too."

John was puzzled: "Why were they killed?"

"Only the cipher can tell us, John. The information is an ancient cipher that we can't decipher with a computer. I'll have to consult an expert."