[Comprehensive] IQ knocks on the door

knife!It's a good idea! "

Watson listened, and carefully recalled Mycroft's narration yesterday. After a long time, he sighed in resignation, even though no matter how he recalled, he never deduced the prisoner from those two simple sentences.Sure enough, his IQ was no longer on the same level as theirs. Watson sighed, he didn't want to ask Sherlock the truth of the case.It's not that he's not curious, it's just that this guy Sherlock is too proud.On rare occasion, Watson wanted to set his spirits down.

But Watson's idea ultimately fell through.I don't know if Sherlock saw through his little thoughts, or maybe the case was too simple and he didn't bother explaining it. In short, Watson waited for a long time but didn't get Sherlock's explanation.This couldn't help but make him irritated, but he held his breath, as if he was fighting with Sherlock, so he didn't ask any questions.

By this time the bread, coffee, and eggs were all ready. Watson packed the things, put them on the table and turned to get the ketchup. As soon as Watson opened the refrigerator, he suddenly met a pair of eyes that were dying.He froze for a moment, closed the refrigerator door reflexively, and took a few deep breaths.The tone was a little dangerous: "Sherlock Holmes, you brought the corpse back again?!" He turned angrily and turned to his cohabitant who was raising a glass to him at the table.He watched the man enjoying the lunch he had prepared for himself, and couldn't help but feel pain in his forehead.

But the man didn't notice it, he took a sip of the coffee, and frowned slightly at the sugar content in it, but he said nothing generously: "Yes, I need to study whether the difference in temperature will affect the body temperature. The degree of corruption of the block will affect it, and if so, what is the algebraic relationship between the two."

"Isn't it said in these books?" Watson tried to control his anger: "Also, even if it is like this, don't put the human head in the refrigerator! It contains food! You can't put it in your experiment Do this experiment in the room! Sherlock!" Said Watson could hardly contain his anger at the end.

Sherlock was not affected at all. He looked at the furious Watson, and suddenly grinned: "The experiment is only trustworthy if you have done it yourself. Besides, Molly has been on leave for a few days, and Mary, who takes over her class, doesn't like me very much." For the sake of the normal conduct of the experiment, I can only bring back the body parts. As for the food..." Sherlock paused, as if to organize his words: "Cannibals are not common in Britain, but such things are indeed common in the United States. So as long as you think of it as a strange delicacy, its appearance is not a surprise."

"Sherlock! Holmes!" Watson gasped, not knowing what to say.

Sherlock nodded at him and smiled, "Could you pass me the salad dressing from the fridge? The toast is a bit burnt."

Watson simply didn't want to talk to him, he threw himself on the sofa angrily, took the computer on the coffee table and logged into his blog.

A message popped up telling him how many comments he had on his blog.In this regard, Watson has changed from being excited at the beginning to being accustomed to it now.This is not surprising, after all, Sherlock's knowledge and experience are both admirable and curious.A bunch of people wanted to participate in this miraculous experience. Although their inferences were ridiculous, just like him, Watson still watched with relish and never tired of it.

After all, they are normal people. Watson thinks so.

In the blog post, although Watson somewhat concealed Sherlock's annoying personality modification, but no matter how beautiful the language is, it can't cover up Sherlock's various eccentricities.Originally Watson was worried that this would attract a lot of black fans for Sherlock, but he didn't expect that Sherlock's damn character would attract a lot of fans for him. Every day, many girls left messages under Watson's blog saying that such a Sherlock is very Handsome, they really want to give birth to monkeys for him, Watson just feels heartbroken about this.He couldn't understand why so many ladies liked such an odd man. Could it be that they were all blind?

Depressed, Watson didn't bother to pay attention to these messages, so he let himself go.Little did they know that this message would intensify and turn in a mysterious direction in the future, and it would eventually get out of hand, silently making Watson spit out several mouthfuls of blood.

Today Watson also checks the message as usual, ready to continue to update his blog post after reading the message, but the message caught his eyelids: "Did you find the pink suitcase?"

Watson got excited all of a sudden, he remembered that his previous blog post just talked about the setting of the crime scene, and it didn't involve Sherlock's inference.Could this be another character like Sherlock?

Thinking of him immediately checking the blog of the person who left the message.To his surprise, this person is his good friend Declan who just went to America not long ago.

Naturally, Watson was angry, and Declan also participated in the investigation of that case, so he naturally knew the truth of the case, and Watson only thought that Declan was bored and went to his blog to spoil the spoiler.The nerves that had been a little tense by Sherlock this morning snapped with a 'bang'.He picked up his mobile phone, regardless of the overseas phone bill, and directly called the guy in the United States. When the phone was picked up there, Watson said: "Declan, what are you playing? Go to my blog and read the spoiler do what?"

Declan was not at all embarrassed by being caught, and his hippie smiling voice came to his ears through the phone: "Watson, amazing, right? You know it's not my intentional spoiler. It's a friend of mine through your blog post Inferred."

"What?" Watson raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Who is so powerful? Wait, you didn't give him a hint, did you?"

Hearing the suspicion in Watson's tone, Declan repeatedly denied: "Absolutely not, I didn't say anything. He deduced it all himself. You must know that he is no weaker than Sherlock."

Watson's phone was on speakerphone, and Sherlock heard Declan's words naturally, and his attention was drawn to him.The coffee cup made a low, muffled sound as it hit the log table, and Sherlock leaned back in his chair, looking at Watson - the phone - with interest.

Declan didn't know the scene here, and he continued: "That's necessary. Austin is very smart. He has solved many cases since he was released from prison. Wasn't there a serious hijacking incident a few days ago? Because the Secretary of State He was also held hostage, so there was a lot of trouble, and Sherlock must have heard about it. After all, he has such an older brother." His voice was sarcastic, and he seemed to be very displeased with Mycroft.Watson understands this very well, after all, both of them were investigated by that guy on the basis of their positions after they had contact with Sherlock. Declan softened his tone after a while: "Austin also owes a lot to the resolution of this incident."

Sherlock became interested, and he walked up to Watson and said, "Give me his contact information." Recently, he was bored, and he just had time to meet this genius who solved the kidnapping case by himself. Let's see Does he have real talents and learning, or is he just a person who catches his name like everyone else.

Unexpectedly, Declan vetoed it: "Don't do it, that guy is very careful about protecting his privacy. If he knew that I leaked his information casually, he would not have skinned me alive. Sherlock you If you really want to communicate with him, you can find your own way. Well, someone is looking for me, so I'll hang up first." Declan hung up the phone while saying that.

Hearing what Declan said, instead of being angry, Sherlock smiled with interest, his eyes full of interest.He bossed and said: "Watson, write a challenge letter to that person on your blog."

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"The challenge letter? In what name?" Watson didn't start immediately, but asked Sherlock strangely: "Or should I ask why?"

"I need to confirm whether this Austin is really as good as Mars said." Sherlock leaned down beside Watson and tapped on the table with one hand, his eyes filled with excitement: "Quick, let's do it."

Seeing that Sherlock was so serious, Watson had no choice but to follow his orders and start a new blog, and directly ignored Sherlock's provocative blog post title, and casually wrote a gentle title, asking, "What's the content?"

"You'll know." Sherlock turned and walked to the door, opened it, and said to the stranger who was about to knock on the door, "Please come in."

The man froze for a moment, as if he didn't react.Then he looked at Sherlock submissively before entering the room: "Are you Sherlock Holmes?"

"Exactly." Sherlock pointed to the chair beside the coffee table and said, "Please sit down, and then tell your story slowly. Watson, give me your phone."

"What? Oh, okay." Watson handed the phone to Sherlock inexplicably.The latter took the phone and took a quick photo of the unsuspecting client who was about to say something.This made the client very uncomfortable. He was about to scold Sherlock for his behavior, but Sherlock interrupted him first: "Watson posted this photo in your blog post, and this is my challenge letter. Then this Sir, you may begin to tell your story."

Watson took the phone in a daze, and asked blankly, "What kind of challenge is this? What do you want him to do?"

"Simple analysis. He'll know, John just do it." Sherlock sat down in front of the client, crossed his legs and put his hands on his knees, making a listening gesture.

The client's reprimanded words were choked in his throat, and he couldn't hold back in panic, which made him blush.But who made him ask for something?He took two deep breaths to suppress his anger, but his affection for Sherlock dropped sharply, and it took him a while to adjust his emotions and tell his story.

The man's name is Jabez·Wlison, who owns a small shop next to Sax-Keberger Square, and earns a living from the meager profits he gets from repairing small appliances.Although life is tight, it is not difficult.However, on a rainy morning a month ago, a black Bentley parked in front of his shop. Although Jabez recognized the car logo, but if you really asked him which model of Bentley it was, he really couldn't answer it. He just thought the car was very valuable.

The door of the driver's seat facing away from him opened, and a young man in uniform ran down. He had fiery red hair of the same color as Jabez, which attracted Jabez's full attention. He took the black umbrella and ran to his shop in a hurry.

After entering the door, the young man put away the umbrella first, then greeted the puzzled Mr. Jabez, and finally said to Jabez with an apologetic face: "Although I know this is very abrupt, I hope you can listen to me. "

Due to the torrential rain for several consecutive days, Jabez has not received a single order for two consecutive days.This made him feel a little bored and a little anxious.So he nodded immediately when he heard the boy say that.He could tell that the uniforms and fabrics on this guy were of high quality, so he must belong to a rich family.Looking at his apologetic face now, it should be something to ask of him. Jabez thought, if he asked him for help, he would definitely be paid a lot. Maybe this order would not only make up for his losses caused by the torrential rain in the past two days, but also have a surplus of money.Besides, even if it's not a business, he's bored in this rainy day, so it's good to pass the time by listening to the stories of the people in front of him.So Jabez nodded in agreement.

Seeing that Mr. Jabez agreed, the young man smiled gratefully and talked about his request.

It turned out that the young man in front of him was called Vincent Spalding, who was an idle vagrant on the streets of London.But I don't want to get a job one day because of the same red hair as the person who helped Mr. Hopkins in the early years.He was hired as a driver by a British-American named Ezequielphosphite Hopkins.

According to him, this Mr. Hopkins was also a gangster on the streets of London in his early years. He had no father and no mother.Originally, he should have been in prison, begging or stealing on the street, and lived his life in embarrassment.But he never thought that when he was 17 years old, a shop owner saw that he was injured and had a fever, so he took him back to the shop to take care of him.Then after he recovered from his injury, he hired him as a helper in the store regardless of the past.In this way, Mr. Hopkins can be regarded as having a job, and he has gradually deviated from his established life track and moved towards another brighter future.Later, he taught himself financial knowledge and joined a larger company.Because of his outstanding talent, he was valued by Shangfeng and brought to the main company in the United States for cultivation and development. In the next few years, he left that company to work on his own, and finally made a lot of money.

But after all, time flies, and Hopkins, who has struggled all his life, is old after all. He doesn't want to return to his roots, but only wants to go back to his hometown to see if the people who helped him before are still there.

Hearing this, Jabez could only explain regretfully to Vincent that he didn't know where the previous owner of the store had gone.He just bought the store through a real estate agency to start a small business.As he spoke, he enthusiastically asked if he could ask the intermediary for information about the old owner.

Although Vincent was a little disappointed, he still thanked Jabez for his kindness.He left a few hundred pounds and his contact information. He hoped that Jabez would contact him if he had any news. If he found someone, he would be very grateful. Jabez looked at the hundred-dollar bills, and was naturally ecstatic, so he responded in a hurry.

Vincent walked to the side of the car with an umbrella, and explained the situation to the person sitting in the passenger seat.The person in the passenger seat seemed to say a few words, Vincent nodded in response, and finally returned to the store with a helpless expression.

"Shopkeeper, I'm really sorry." Vincent said, "My boss wants me to ask you if you can let him sit in this small shop for a while, after all, he has different feelings for this small shop."

Jabez won't refuse to accept the money, and besides, it's not a big deal. Jabez already had an affinity for Hopkins.After all, he thought that the young man in front of him got a job with a high monthly salary because of his red hair, and he, his hair was similar to the young man's, and he had a good handicraft. Maybe he was lucky enough to be spotted by Mr. Hopkins After that, I no longer have to guard this small shop to live.

With Jabez's permission, Vincent happily returned to the passenger seat, opened the door and carefully helped a gray-haired old man in a black suit.For some reason, Jabez felt that the old gentleman seemed familiar.

The old man seemed to have a leg problem and couldn't walk very well.He looked at Jabez's shop with a nostalgic look.

The young man helped the old man into the store, and Mr. Hopkins saw Jabez froze slightly, and his expression was a little excited.But in the end he didn't say anything, just sat down on the chair Jabez brought out and looked at the shop carefully.

Jabez was a little complacent and excited when he saw the change in Hopkins' expression, but he didn't want Hopkins to say nothing as time went by, he just looked at the shop, and his expectations slowly turned into apprehension.At this time, the wind and rain outside the shop gradually subsided. Hopkins gestured to Vincent, who was standing still, as if to leave. The hope in Jabez's heart slowly fermented into deep disappointment.

Mr. Hopkins stood up and didn't leave for a while. After weighing it over and over again, he turned and said to Jabez gently: "Young man, I feel kind when I see you, as if I saw my benefactor and friend from many years ago. Maybe it's a bit unfair for me to say that. Take the liberty, look at your store, it seems to be a bit depressed, the income is not very good on weekdays, right?"

Seeing that the opportunity came, Jabez immediately complained about business, regardless of whether he offended or not.

The rare Mr. Hopkins even patiently listened to this long speech, and he was a little dazed in thought.It took a long time for Jabez to come back to his senses.

Jabez was afraid that his complaint would offend the old man.But I don't want him to be so approachable.

Hopkins said to him: "Well, it's the off-season for your business recently, why don't you come to my place and help me do something."

"What?" Jabez asked immediately.

Hopkins said: "I like to listen to some adventure stories about elves or brave men, but people don't have the energy to read books or watch computers when they are old. And there are not many images of these stories on TV. It's better to work from three to five in the future. How about you come to my house and tell me stories and spend tea time with me? I'll give you a hundred pounds a day."

Jabez knew there were people willing to tell Hopkins' story for the salary alone.And Hopkins is willing to give him such a good opportunity thanks to Jabez's natural red hair and this old man's small shop.Didn't you see the envious expression on Vincent's face?Thinking of Jabez, he naturally agreed without saying a word.

The next day, Jabez was brought to Mr. Hopkins' mansion by Vincent on time.

Jabez also cherishes this opportunity very much. Almost every day in his spare time, he uses his mobile phone to surf the Internet to find some strange stories and transcribe them to tell Hopkins.

It's been like this for less than three weeks.

And a week ago, Jabez was at home waiting for Vincent to pick him up to see Mr. Hopkins as scheduled.But no matter how much he waited from day to night Vincent didn't show up. Although Jabez found it strange, he just thought that Mr. Hopkins had something to do at home, so he didn't take it to heart.

Unexpectedly, no one took him to Mr. Hopkins' house for three consecutive days, and no one came to inform him. Jabez panicked now, he was afraid of losing this well-paid and easy job, so he immediately set off for Hopkins' home.There he got his first incredible news.The house belonged to the Kerneers.And nothing Mr. Hopkins ever lived.

Jabez only thinks this person is lying to him. He spent 21 afternoons there, how could he get the wrong place?So Jabez, who was not convinced, explained the structure of the house completely.The husband's expression immediately changed. He thought Jabez was a thief who stepped on the spot, and almost turned him over to the police station.

Jabez fled in a panic, and he walked home in a daze, panicked.For the next two days, I huddled in the store and never went out or opened the store.It wasn't until the family ran out of food that Jabez cheered up and left the store.When he was shopping, he suddenly saw a familiar figure. Jabez hurried to catch up, and the man was Mr. Hopkins!Although he no longer wears expensive clothes on his body, Jabez can be sure that he has never admitted his mistake!

At first Hopkins refused to admit his identity.It wasn't until Jabez threatened to send him to the police that Hopkins revealed what had happened.

It turns out that Hopkins is not called EzequielphosphiteHopkins, but Aron·Hather is just an ordinary extra.A young man suddenly found him a month ago, hired him, and asked him to act according to his own script.Besides, what is the boy's purpose?from where?What his real name was he had no idea.

Jabez suddenly felt that he seemed to be caught in some conspiracy. He was too scared to call the police, so he came to the famous Sherlock for help.

After Sherlock heard the cause and effect, he was silent for a moment and took out the newspaper and rummaged through it for a long time, seeming to have an inference in his mind.He politely told Jabez that he would be notified whenever there was news and asked him to leave his contact information, and then sent him out of the room.

After Jabez left, Sherlock sat on the sofa and thought for a while, before saying to Watson, "I need to find Mycroft, John, you stay here. Let me know when the American guy responds."

Speaking of Sherlock was about to leave, he thought of something and overturned his previous entrustment: "No, you don't need to notify me. After he replies, you can directly get Mycroft out of my case together with the bizarre story told by this client today Tell that man together, I want to see how capable he is." Saying that, Sherlock left the apartment without waiting for Watson to say anything.

Watson looked at the closed door, the corners of his mouth twitching helplessly.It seems that his daily activities these days have been limited by Sherlock to refreshing his blog and other messages every day.But that's okay, just let him finish writing the 'Pink Study'.Thinking of him touching his shriveled stomach and preparing to search for some food in the refrigerator.People who just heard Jabez's bizarre experience just forgot their own bizarre experience not long ago.

When he opened the refrigerator door, a shout resounded through the building: "Sherlock Holmes, don't let me catch you!"

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The conversation was divided into two parts, Augustine was enthusiastically speculating about everything about the consulting detective, but at this moment someone who didn't understand jumped out and disrupted what he was doing.

"Mr. Jones, I think I've made it very clear. It's working hours now. It's not for you to chat on the Internet unscrupulously. Since you have received taxpayer money, you should do things well." The one who taught Augustine a lesson before The lady went back and forth, and the anger in her heart was rekindled when she saw Augustine not doing her job properly.

To be honest, she looked down on Augustine very much.Of course, it's not just because of the inadvertent disobedience attitude shown by the person in front of him.It was because this person squeezed out a forensic candidate she was optimistic about by going through the back door. Tina·Gartner got to where she is today by relying on her own abilities step by step. She is proud of this, so she especially despises those guys who rely on connections to get to the top.

A few days ago, because of Fran's death, there was a vacancy in the forensic position.She was invited to be one of the chief examiners during the interview in the forensic department because of the cooperation between them.There were quite a few people who originally submitted their resumes, but for some reason the well-hidden details of the case were leaked out, which caused a sharp drop in the number of people who came for interviews.However, since the official welfare in New York is really good, the interview scene is not so bleak.

The first interview took three days in total. Gartner pays more attention to a man in his 30s, not only because of his excellent professional level and two years of work experience, but also because of his good personality. Gartner happened to see him help an elderly man with a fall, so she took a liking to him.Later, this person did enter the final round, and several examiners were very satisfied, so they were short of signing the contract.At this moment, Augustine Jones parachuted into the forensics department, and an order was sent from above for them to hire him.This can be a hornet's nest, and Gartner will show her face on the spot almost on the spot.But he didn't want her Shangfeng to throw her file to her first, and said coldly: "Gartner, don't try to do some small tricks. Otherwise, you can retire early."

"Impossible, you have no right to do this!" Gartner said angrily.However, she couldn't forget what Shangfeng said to her next.

"You have thought highly of yourself for a long time. Many people in the department look down on you. However, it is definitely not because of your 70.00% detection rate that keeps you working here instead of being promoted to other remote towns as detectives. It's me. You can stay here because I cherish talents. But today, you must know one thing, I am not the president, and there are many people who can dispose of you beyond me. So even if you don't agree to hire Jones as the new What about your forensic doctor? This is not your monopoly. If you continue to be so stubborn, there is only one ending. You retire early, and Augustine Jones still joins the forensic department." Gartner's eyes on the peak were cold, but the corner of his mouth But with a smile: "Today I will teach you a word, only by keeping yourself can you realize your claim. So what if Augustine Jones enters the forensics department. After all, your position is still higher than him. You yourself Think about it."

Thinking of the scene that day, Gartner's originally contradictory heart immediately became firm.She looked at Augustine who was still lazily sitting in front of the computer desk, propping her chin, looking at her with a half-smile, and said angrily, "Moth!"

Augustine raised his brows, and the smile on his lips widened slightly. He glanced at the woman glaring at him, and stood up with his feet slightly propped up. Augustine unhurriedly straightened out the wrinkled collar and walked towards Gartner.

Gartner thought that Augustine was going to hit her hard, and his muscles tensed slightly, as if he would punch him a few times as soon as Augustine made a move.Unexpectedly, Augustine just passed by without even giving her a look. He went straight to the cabinet, rummaged through the snack cabinet, took the paper cup next to the water dispenser, poured two cups of milk and put it aside, and found a pack There are no split cookies.

Gartner looked at Augustine's actions coldly, and smiled mockingly: "Do you think that I won't report your bad habits to your superior? Eating snacks during work is a crime."

Augustine looked at the description of the biscuit in his hand, thought for a while and changed to a coarse-grain biscuit. He heard what Gartner said, and still didn't give her a look. Instead, he looked through the snack cabinet very seriously, with a casual voice: "As As you said, you need to report to me and let him deal with me. And you don't have the slightest right to dictate to me. If that's the case, why should I please you?" Augustine finally found what she wanted.He smiled in satisfaction, closed the cabinet door and turned around, finally gave Gartner a smirk: "Although I don't know why you want to target me, but I know that's all you can do. When Shangfeng makes a small report, he can think of an excuse for himself, an excuse that can explain why you neglected your duties during work and came to the forensic department to strike up a conversation with me."

"Who strikes up a conversation with you! Don't be sentimental!" Gartner was furious.

Augustine tilted her head and smiled lightly: "What you want to say is your business, and what I want to say is up to you. In order to find a suitable excuse for you to explain your persistent behavior of troubling me, I took great pains Ah. I hope this final result can satisfy you." As he spoke, Augustine looked at Gartner, whose face was flushed, and blinked: "I'm going to deliver breakfast to my prettyboy, Mr. Police Officer, you can do it yourself." Augustine took the milk and exited safely. Before leaving, he seemed to think of something, and said one more sentence: "By the way, if you want to sue me for dereliction of duty, first find me a job to do." He said Finished and left the office.

Gartner was short of breath, but in the end, she didn't know what to think of, a smile appeared on her face, and she walked out of the room unhurriedly.Little did they know that shortly after they left, the message that Augustine had been waiting for for a long time appeared.

Augustine carefully carried two glasses of milk and three packs of biscuits in her hands and walked towards the conference room with difficulty.For the first time, he complained about his mistake. If he had known this predicament, he should have put the whole carton of milk, paper cups and biscuits in a bag before coming out.Instead of walking in the police station ridiculously like now.Seeing the smirks on the faces of colleagues passing by, Augustine was indescribably depressed.He couldn't help sighing in his heart, he was really mad at that arrogant woman.

But fortunately, the journey is not too far. The BAU discussion seemed to be over, and Reid was the only one in the conference room looking through the materials. Augustine asked the passing criminal police to knock on the door of the meeting room for him. Seeing Reid looking up at him, Augustine also showed a smile unconsciously. He raised the milk in his hand towards Reid, completely forgetting his arms The biscuit was still on the elbow.With a few huffs, all the biscuits fell to the ground.The sound caused people passing by to laugh, and Augustine also felt embarrassed. He made a face at Reid who was chuckling in the room, put the milk on the drinking fountain beside him and squatted down to pick up the scattered biscuits.

Soon he felt the glass door in front of him open. Augustine looked up at Reid, who was still smiling a little bit. He pretended to be angry and asked, "Still laughing! Why don't you pick up our breakfast for me!"

Seeing that the biscuits were almost picked up, Reid reached for two glasses of milk on the water dispenser, and asked suspiciously, "Why did you come here like this?"

Augustine straightened up and complained: "Don't mention it, I don't know what happened to me today. I was picked on by a police superintendent on the first day of work."

"Why did he make things difficult for you?" Reid asked as he put the milk on the table.

Augustine slumped on the chair, leaning against the back of the chair and looked at Reid who was standing aside and looked at him with concern: "Just say that I shouldn't come so late today, and I shouldn't stay