[sherlock] Sherlock's Ome

Moriarty opened his mouth wide, pulled out a pistol and shot himself in a flash.

Sherlock let go of him in horror, and took two steps back: "No! No!" Is it really necessary to use that method? John would beat him to death, damned moriarty, he would kill people even if he died.

"No, don't! Sherlock..." Amidst the heart-piercing roar of a short man, passers-by who passed by Butts Hospital saw a man in a black windbreaker jumping off the roof.

A long van passed by the bottom of the building, and no one saw it. Under the cover of the van, a person who was less than two meters above the ground suddenly disappeared into the air. A corpse wearing the same style of windbreaker with a bloody face came out of the van. Was pushed out and landed on the ground.

Sherlock only felt his navel being jerked forward by the hook, and then his whole body flew up.Is this the Portkey Snape was talking about?really interesting.

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Everyone was surprised to see their head hotch leading a tall man into the office. It was a man with short curly golden brown hair, knife-like facial features, high cheekbones, and gray-blue eyes like Sharp as an eagle.

"Do we have someone new?" Reid asked.

Man shook his head to show he was not clear, JJ leaned over and said in a low voice, "I heard that he is a very powerful detective who has solved countless cases. His name is Humesigurdson."

"Countless cases have been solved? He looks like he is only 27 or [-] years old." Elle was very surprised.

"Another genius? I wonder if he has got several degrees like Reid, and what is his IQ?" Garcia also came over.

"Generally speaking, I think IQ is just a number that is not enough to judge anything in an unfair way..."

Dr. Reid's words were interrupted by Garcia, she said in a crazy way: "He's not American, is he? What a gentleman in England!"

"Babygirl, I'm going to be sad."

"Don't worry, handsome guy, I still love you more." Garcia said, "But it's okay to appreciate other handsome guys."

Man hesitated for a moment and said: "He shouldn't be considered a handsome guy, right? I suddenly don't have much confidence in whether I am really handsome. And if he is British, his hairline is worrying."

"In general, this Mr. Sigurdson is still good-looking, and his facial features are very well proportioned." Reid said, "And he hasn't reached the time when he should worry about the hairline. British men basically don't need to think about it until they are 30 years old. This problem. And it is because of the water quality problem in the UK, since Mr Sigurdson is now in the US, he will not need to worry about it for at least 10 years.”

Elle saw Gideon coming out of his office with sharp eyes, and rushed to meet him, trying to get some information from him. This veteran profiler is very well informed, and Hotch likes to discuss things with him .

But before she could speak, the phone rang, and there was a case.But they didn't have to guess anymore, Hotch brought the guest out and introduced to everyone: "This is humesigurdson, our new colleague, the new consultant hired by bau."

consultant?Everyone was astonished, it was completely beyond their expectations.But they don't have time to discuss this matter for the time being, and they have to go to the place where the case happened in a hurry, so this case can just be used to see the strength of this consultant.

Hume sat in the same car as Gideon and Reid, and as soon as they got into the car, Reid introduced himself: "I'm Dr. Spencer Reid..."

"Doctor? No, you don't have the qualities of a doctor, then you are a doctor. You look very small, how old is this year?"

"Actually today is my 24th birthday, but I look small. Last year my high school classmates said that I don't seem to have changed at all..."

Reid's words were interrupted again: "24-year-old doctor, then your IQ should not be low, why are you still so...not confident? Yes, you are a genius, and you are very clumsy in interpersonal communication. Geniuses are always in school. It is to be bullied, plus family factors, father abandons the family? Mother..."

This time it was Gideon who interrupted him: "Hume, we have a rule not to profile our own people, besides, I am Jasongideon."

"I'm not a profile, Mr. Gideon, I'm acting... well, it's a profile, but it's something that can be seen at a glance. I just want to understand why a genius like him is not confident. .Those people who can lower the IQ of the whole world are complacent and getting in the way every day. Is Reid? You should have just started working not long ago, so how many degrees have you got?"

"Chemistry, Mathematics, Engineering Ph.D. and Psychology, Sociology Master's Degree, Master of Philosophy in progress." Reid answered obediently.

Sigurdson still wants to say something, the car has arrived at the airport, and they are going to San Diego by Bau's special plane. Sigurdson whistled in his heart. Looking at the funds, the fat man should suggest that the Prime Minister learn from the United States. He is so poor that he has been cutting funds even for the Olympics. The fat man's hairline has receded by at least two centimeters. .

JJ took out the information and distributed it to everyone: "They called him the tommy killer. In the past three weeks, 6 women were killed at home."

Elle was a little surprised: "Six in three weeks? That lead is really short enough."

"It's still getting shorter, with the first two being eight days apart, then the remaining four over the next two weeks."

Reid asked suspiciously, "Is he regressing into a rampant psychosis?"

Sigurdson looked at the unclosed eyes of the deceased in the photo and said, "I'm afraid he is a very manipulative person. He usually doesn't attract attention, but he really wants these women to look at him."

"And feel him," Gideon added.

Hotch picked up a photo, which was written in blood: "This is written on the mirror 'My Fair Lady, throw those expensive robes aside, be proud in your glory no more, to you Good-bye to unprofitable flesh, to fruitless pleasures.'”

Sigurdson frowned when he first read it, knowing next to nothing about literature.But Reid picked up Hotch's words almost immediately: "'I've come to call you tonight,' it's a late seventeenth-century ballad, and it's a conversation between Death and a lady."

Sigurdson raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Did I remember wrongly, Dr. Reid didn't get a doctorate in chemistry, mathematics, engineering, and a master's degree in psychology and sociology, but a degree in literature?"

Reid replied very seriously: "Because I can read 20000 words per minute, my reading range is also somewhat wide."

Man smiled and patted his head: "Our babyboy is an encyclopedia, our indispensable database."

Sigurdson nodded thoughtfully. With such a person by his side, at least he doesn't have to look up information anymore. If all of them are not too low in IQ, then he can bear to join any group, who would let John not be by his side.

Obviously, this Mr. Humesigurdson is Sherloes who committed suicide by jumping off a building. He used the portkey to pretend to commit suicide and then left the United States in disguise. The British government created a false identity for him so that he could live unobtrusively in the United States, and Put him in the bau, which is full of elites, so that he can continue to play his little crime solving game.

Elle asked suspiciously: "So what we are looking for is a professor of literature?"

"In fact, anyone who can surf the Internet is possible. You should really look at the things you search for after typing in the god of death..." Reid became excited as he said.

Man interrupted him funny: "Look at these things you have studied, no wonder you don't have a date."

So here's a guy with excess hormones who only thinks about women and dating. John must not be in the mood to go on a date this time, sherlock is dead, what life can he have?The poor man was very sad when he saw the empty coffin being buried.

The plane landed at San Diego Airport soon, and the San Diego Police Department had sent a car to wait at the airport. As soon as Sherlock entered the police office, he went straight to the whiteboard covered with pictures of the victims, and Gideon was with him.

After a short rest, Gideon took Reid and Sherlock to the last crime scene. The driver was a black policeman. Fortunately, he was not driving a standard police car. Otherwise, Sherlock would definitely ask him to take a taxi. He has a shadow of the police car. .

As soon as he arrived at the scene, before he could enter the door, gideon's phone rang. The police station received a report, and another victim appeared. Fortunately, the victim's husband happened to be home this time, and the crime was attempted.

Sherlock frowned: "Did the victim's husband decide to go home on the spur of the moment?"

"I don't know, we have a team rushing over, and we will be notified of the results."

What gideon said made sense, but the policeman couldn't stand it anymore, and wanted to go to the scene over there to see.For such a "stupid" person, Sherlock wished that he would leave quickly, so naturally he would not stop him.He asked the black policeman where the murderer had entered. It was a window next to the living room, which was covered with fingerprint powder.He climbed in by stepping on the window. There was a sofa for one person under the window. The window sill was not low, and the window was a bit narrow. If you are not a nimble person, it will take a little effort to climb in.

The living room and dining room were in a mess, the murderer didn't take valuables, but he smashed them all.He walked around the house, ignoring Reid's curious eyes as he passed by, and took out a magnifying glass to examine all traces carefully.

When he walked into the bedroom, Gideon and Reid were staring at the message on the mirror in a daze. It was another ballad of the Grim Reaper. The Grim Reaper seemed to only target rich women, just like this murderer.

He looked through the entire bedroom with a magnifying glass, and took the photo to compare the orientation of the bedroom, and finally found that the head of the deceased was facing out of the window.This made both Sherlock and Gideon puzzled. The murderer glued the victim's eyes wide open, wasn't it just to make the deceased look at him?Why is his back to the murderer?

He climbed into the bed and lay down in the dead man's position, facing the window, where he saw only two birds perched on the wire.

"He spends a lot of time here," Gideon said, "a lot of time."

"A lot of things here are broken, coffee machine, saucers, vases, jewelry... Did he vacuum?" Reid asked, looking at the spotless bedroom.

"Symbol," Gideon read from the mirror, "your opulence, your gold, your clothes, your jewels, your house and your lands will surely be looked after by a new master."

Sherlock suddenly got up from the bed and ran out. Reid chased to the door and shouted: "Hume, where are you going?"

"Go to the homes of the other deceased, do you want to go with me?"

Reid glanced back at Gideon, seeing the old profiler nodding, he carried his bag and followed the young man looking at him expectantly.