{Fuhua}Stop it Sherlock

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Title: {Fuhua}StopitSherlock

Author: Yunmeng Jinzhao

Jinjiang 2015-09-01 End

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Sherlock, who is so pure in emotion, knows that he is interested in this person when he sees Peanut.Watson, who has a dark belly and high EQ, smiled after knowing what the detective meant. Mycroft said that his brother still needs his wife to take care of him. The truth about Mrs. Hudson, Sherlock is definitely a good man, as long as you put your heart into it.The detective felt that the case became much easier after Watson appeared.Pay tribute to Magic Special, this is a pastime for waiting for the fourth season, go through the plot of the first and second seasons, the third season of Fuyun, Watson's girlfriend Fuyun (Xiao Xia said, I am enough) slow heat or fast heat, silly points don't know

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Search keywords: Protagonist: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson┃Supporting roles: Mycroft Holmes, Inspector Lestrade, Mrs. Hudson, Publius Holmes┃Others: Detective Sherlock

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Sherlock Holmes.William Sherlock Scott Holmes.A handsome man with natural curly hair. His slender figure is enough to make him stand out from the crowd. His light blue eyes are shining with reason and wisdom. As a high IQ anti-social personality, Sherlock feels that he has had enough up.

"OK," Sherlock hopped across the sofa "well, Lestrade, look at his lovely neighbor, five parties in one month, well that's not suspicious, but three Participated exactly at the time of the case, look at his cuffs, still stained with traces of a dessert he got from a kitchen maid, it seems to be plum sauce. It hasn't been washed for so long, maybe I Ms. Hudson can learn how to do it, and this is obviously an ingredient with the black unidentified object in the fingernail of the second victim, use your brains, otherwise they will be useless. .As for the cute motives, well yes, this nice guy is dating three girls at the same time, a student, a nurse, and a,****," Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "look at the ink marks on his hands that show girls The stickers in there are also the smell of disinfectant on the hair, aha and of course the cheap nail polish of the nightclub girls. It is obviously difficult for a clerical worker to support three girlfriends at the same time, so can the lovely neighbors around you generously subsidize some? Answer Of course not, so the motive is there. In addition, I got the DNA of this nice man through my way, which is the same as the DNA of a bloodstain left on the wall at the scene. Don’t look at me like that, it’s in his hand When the barbs hit the wall, although there are few, it is obvious that our Jasmine is talented enough. So." Sherlock put on his coat, "Don't stop me, don't bother me, otherwise I will deal with such a boring case next time. Absolutely won't touch it."

Lestrade rubbed his nose in embarrassment, "Go and find out," Anderson was about to say something, but was interrupted by Sherlock who turned around and was obviously about to leave, "Don't talk about Anderson's forensic doctor, you will lower the IQ level of this room. Let's go." Remember to lock the door for me when you're here." After speaking, Sherlock disappeared into the stairwell.

In the laboratory, Jasmine Amber walked forward with some hands and feet. "Tell me about the bruises in 10 minutes, maybe someone can get away with it." Sherlock put down his whip and looked at Jasmine who was hesitating to speak beside him. "Um, Sherlock, would you like to be free on Saturday when..."

"Did you wear lipstick?" Sherlock looked at Jasmine's slightly pursed lips and raised his eyebrows. "Want to change your image?"

"Well, image, uh, that's right, it's like this. You always know." Jasmine nodded.

"Well, sorry, what were you talking about just now?" Sherlock hurriedly sat down on the notebook to record.

"I just wanted to ask if you want coffee." Jasmine was a little discouraged.

"Well, yes, black coffee, two pieces of sugar, thank you, I'm upstairs." After finishing speaking, Sherlock shared his notebook and went upstairs.When Mike Stanford pushed the door and came in, what he saw was Sherlock staring at the microscope intently, obviously not disturbed by the visitors, Mike winked at the people behind, as if he wanted to express something but was interrupted.

"Mike, lend me your phone." Sherlock stretched out his hand calmly. "Sorry, it's in my coat." Mike obviously knew what was wrong with Sherlock.

"If you don't mind, use mine." John Watson took out his mobile phone from his pocket and handed it to Sherlock who came over.

"This is my old friend, John Watson"

"So Afghanistan or Iraq?" Sherlock asked without looking up, quickly operating the phone in his hand.

"What did you say?" John obviously didn't react. Maybe, he did. Well, who knows? Anyway, he asked again.Sherlock, who finished using his mobile phone, looked at this strange young man. He was tidy, hard-pressed, had been on the battlefield, had sequelae of veterans, and his height was, um, normal.His eyes, he was a gentle person, but the slyness and interest in his eyes did not escape Sherlock's eyes. He had a gentle face, and he could tell he was a good person at a glance. Sherlock couldn't help but think of his own cheekbones, um, okay.

"Did you serve in the army, in Afghanistan or Iraq? Thank you," Sherlock said, returning the phone to John.

"Uh, Afghanistan." John tapped the ground with the stick in his hand. "How do you know?" At the same time, John turned his eyes to the door, but didn't see the corner of Sherlock's raised lips in an instant.

"Jasmine, thank you for the coffee." Sherlock took the coffee from Jasmine's hand and drank it while going to get his coat. "If you don't wear lipstick, your mouth will look smaller. Actually, the effect is good." Not seeing Jasmine's face behind him and the smile in John's eyes, Sherlock decided to solve the alibi first. "My old friend, ex-soldier John Watson." Mike introduced after greeting Jasmine.

"What do you think of the violin?" Sherlock was obviously asking John.

"It's okay, why do you ask that?" John looked at Sherlock, and had to say that Sherlock's standing height made him feel the urge to drink milk.

"I play the violin when I think, and sometimes I don't say a word, do you mind? As a roommate, you should know." Sherlock straightened his coat.

"Okay, no." John smiled across his eyes.Sherlock glanced at John in surprise, his eyes flashed.

"Good. I have taken a fancy to a house in the city center. I think we should be able to pay the rent. I think we can meet there at seven o'clock tomorrow night." Saying that, Sherlock walked out the door.John looked at the hurried future roommate, "So, that's it?"

"What's wrong?" Sherlock paused.

"At least, name, address. I think you know me more than I know you." John looked at Sherlock, "Sherlock Holmes, the address is 221B Baker Street, welcome to join." Sherlock smiled, blinked, flashed out the door.

"He does this often." The other two people in the completely ignored room shrugged at the same time.

"Well, okay." After finishing speaking, John smiled.

The next day, Sherlock and John arrive at the house, being welcomed by the landlady, Mrs. Hudson.So messy, John's first impression, life in the army made John feel a little strange about messy rooms and layouts.

"Sherlock, I told you about your restaurant, oh, well, my God." Sherlock looked at Mrs. Hudson pitifully, and John felt that he couldn't refuse that expression. Sure enough, Mrs. Hudson resigned and packed up.

"Well, here it is, well, maybe I can tidy up," Sherlock put the things on the cabinet, and John laughed. "What is that, the skull,"

"My friend, yes to me." Sherlock picked up the skeleton and nodded solemnly.John looked back and saw Mrs. Hudson's disapproving eyes.

"Honestly, Sherlock, you're going to scare him." Mrs. Hudson looked at John. "That's not what a good lover does"

"Well, we're not," said John, a little startled by Mrs. Hudson.

"It's okay children, there are many people in this building, and the couple upstairs are married." Mrs. Hudson winked at Sherlock.John rolled his eyes. "I still want to rent out the bedroom upstairs. Is it okay for you to sleep in one?" There is a problem, even if there is no problem at first, it becomes a problem under your eyes. Before John's objection, you heard Sherlock replied, "Of course, can the rent be cheaper?"

"Sherlock, I already gave you a discounted price." Hudson was obviously happy. "However, for the sake of being so close to you, of course. Do you want cookies, just baked this morning."

"That's a great honor," Sherlock said in an exaggerated aria, and he said the aria felt right. "Mrs. Hudson's cookies are delicious." Sherlock turned to John and introduced.

"Ah, yes, then, thank you." John nodded to Mrs. Hudson, then found a sofa and sat down, ignoring Mrs. Hudson's exclamation behind him.

Sherlock looked at John's slightly pursed mouth because of his displeasure, and the corners of his mouth rose 35 degrees on one side, but it was only for a moment.

"I checked on the Internet, you, and your, deductive method." John said, perhaps feeling a little embarrassed.

"Well, what do you think?" Sherlock stared at John when he was talking, and John felt that his roommate was really handsome.Averting his eyes, John looked at Sherlock, who had a normal expression, and felt that he still needed to be tempered.

"You said you could tell from the thumb of his left hand that the man was a civil aviation pilot." John didn't use a questioning tone, obviously, which made Sherlock very happy.

"Um, yes." Sherlock looked out the window.The expression is slightly serious.

"Sherlock, what do you think of the current suicide cases? Three are exactly the same, aren't they, your favorite." Mrs. Hudson put the cookies and teapot on the dining table in a corner.

"Everywhere." Sherlock looked at the red and blue lights below, "And this time it's slightly different." Just as he was speaking, there was a sound of footsteps that could cause an earthquake, and John noticed that Sherlock frowned slightly, and he didn't know it was because of this. Is the footsteps because of the meaning of the footsteps, or this person?Who knows.

"Location" Sherlock spoke the first time Lestrade came up.

"Laureston Gardens in Beeston." Lestrade was visibly relieved.Sherlock asked, to prove that he is interested, and it is a good thing to be interested.

"What's different this time? If it's the same as before, you won't come here." Sherlock was still there, very calm.

"Last words, this is the first time there are last words." Lestrade nodded and said. "Are you coming?"

"Who is the forensic doctor this time?" Sherlock's eyebrows were furrowed together, making John want to laugh.

"Anderson" Lestrade hesitated to say his name. Obviously, it was well known that Anderson and Sherlock didn't get along, and Sherlock never concealed his contempt for the Scotland Yard police, especially Anderson.

"We can't get along." Sherlock frowned.

"Come on, he's not your assistant," Lestrade sighed when he saw Sherlock's gesture, but he cooperated very well.

"But, I need an assistant." Sherlock said word by word.

"Do you want to come over?" Lestrade saw that Sherlock's goal was achieved, and his own goal was also achieved, and he was ready to leave.

"I'm not going to take a police car, I'll be there in a while." Sherlock was still worrying about Anderson's medical examiner.

"Thank you." Lestrade turned and left perfunctorily.After the sound of footsteps disappeared, John saw his roommate in a neat three-piece suit jumping up in place, obviously very excited, John suddenly felt that the police officer just now was very pitiful.

"Great!" After landing, Sherlock was still spinning in circles as if waltzing. "Four times, aha, I have my last words, this is my feast." After saying that, he turned and picked up his coat, "Mrs. Hudson, I will be back later, prepare some food for me."

"Charles, I'm your landlord, not your housekeeper." Mrs. Hudson replied skillfully.

"It's fine if it's cold," Sherlock obviously ignored the sentence skillfully. "John, have a cup of tea, you're welcome, don't wait for me." Then I heard the sound of the door.

"Oh, look at him, in a hurry." Although Mrs. Hudson complained, the smile on her face told Watson that she didn't take it seriously. "It's very similar to my husband back then, but you are more calm." After speaking, he went downstairs.

John felt that this metaphor was weird.Tapping his leg with his cane, John picked up the newspaper. "You are a doctor, to be precise, a military doctor." Sherlock who was supposed to leave suddenly appeared.

"Yes," John put down the newspaper, wondering where he had come from. "How are you doing?"

"Very good." John's expression became serious when he mentioned his occupation.

"Then you must have seen, many, wounds, fatal injuries," Sherlock said in a bewitching voice.

"I've seen too much," John nodded, "I've seen everything in my life."

"Do you want to see more?" The light in Sherlock's eyes flickered to John.

"Oh, damn it." The interest and smile in John's eyes pleased Sherlock.

"Go!" Sherlock led John downstairs. "Dinner for two, Mrs. Hudson, we're going out."

"You two?" Mrs. Hudson came out of the room.

"Yes, four cases, this is an excellent opportunity, a rare pleasure, no reason to sit at home." Sherlock was very excited and kissed Mrs. Hudson on the cheek. "It's really inappropriate for you to be so happy when someone is dead."

"Fuck him, it's hard to have some fun, Mrs. Hudson, the game is on." Sherlock turned around suddenly, "It would be even better to have some cookies in the evening."

"Maybe some jam" John fit into the pattern instantly.Then the two flashed out the door.

"I'm not your housekeeper!" Mrs. Hudson's voice was drowned out by the sound of the door closing, but the two people outside the door clearly heard it. Sherlock winked, and the corner of John's mouth raised a smile that was definitely not honest.

"Taxi!" Sherlock reached out to intercept.

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"Well, most of them are right." Sherlock, who was bored in the car, analyzed John's life experience and got an answer, most of them were right.

"What went wrong?" Sherlock asked.

"Harry, that's Harley's nickname. Sheismysister." John blinked, watching Sherlock fall into thoughts.

The scene was blocked, and there were many police cars, but Sherlock felt intuitively that it was useless, but it was hard to say.

"Okay, it's okay, there's always going to be some mistakes, don't you?" Sherlock's thoughts were obviously more colorful than usual, and John felt that this roommate had many sides.

"Hey, freak." Donovan, a beautiful police officer with black ancestry, is commendable for her work ability, but unfortunately her private life is careless.

"I'm looking for Inspector Lestrade." Sherlock scanned Donovan, and various data appeared in his eyes like a computer.The shallow water blue eyes without emotion will always make people shudder.

"Why?" Donovan obviously didn't want Sherlock to go in, maybe it was his expression that made her feel violated.

"I'm here by invitation." Sherlock always gave people a sense of superiority when he said this, but it made people feel that he should be.Seeing Donovan's face, John coughed lightly to demonstrate a smile.

"This is?" Donovan looked at John

The voices of "colleague" and "assistant" Sherlock and John sounded at the same time.Sherlock glanced at John, and something flashed in his eyes. "Assistant." Sherlock affirmed John's statement.

"You did," Donovan's expression seemed to see a puddle of mud, Sherlock looked at her, and she shut up.

Sherlock raised the isolation belt to let John come over, and immediately saw Anderson, the forensic doctor who can lower the average IQ level of the people around him, coming over.

"This is a crime scene, don't do any damage." Anderson pointed at Sherlock with his index finger, which was very impolite.However, Sherlock didn't let him go. After hinting at his affair with Donovan, Sherlock took John and left the two with blue faces.

"You'd better wear this." Sherlock handed John a hazmat suit.He walked into the crime room by himself. "Who is he?" Forgive Lestrade for not noticing that Watson was in the room just now.Like she didn't notice Mrs. Hudson. "with me,"

"So, who is he?" Lestrade obviously didn't accept this statement, and couldn't let too many idlers enter the scene.

"I did, my. Assistant."

Lestrade and Sherlock stood in the room, and the female body was lying on the ground.John stepped aside to watch.

Sherlock gestures to John to examine the body after the examination.Anderson walked to the door, "The dead are Germans, and the ones left on the ground are German revenge, you can consider..." Sherlock shut the door before he finished speaking.

"What have you found?" asked Lestrade.Sherlock is their consulting detective.

"Not a lot," said Sherlock, fiddling with his phone. "The deceased was in her 30s, a professional worker, I guess it was in the media industry, it can be seen from her suitcase that he came from Cardiff to London and wanted to stay overnight, married for more than ten years, unhappily married, and had more than one lover. After speaking, he motioned John to check the body, and after checking it, John concluded that "drug suffocation. This is the most likely cause."

"The story is very nice, now tell me what you found." Lestrade blew his nose, obviously not very patient.

"Obviously isn't it?" Sherlock pointed to the corpse on the ground.

"Well, not to me." John rubbed his nose, and Sherlock gave him the look that made him think Sherlock knew why he said that.

"Her coat is still wet, but the umbrella is dry. Obviously, the wind is too strong to open the umbrella. There are mud spots on the calf to infer the height of the suitcase. In addition to her hobbies, it can be concluded that she only wants to live here. One night," Sherlock knelt down, pointing to the features on the female corpse.

"No suitcase," Lestrade interrupted Sherlock.

"Saythat again." Sherlock's eyes were a little scary.

"There are no suitcases here, why do you keep saying that," Lestrade frowned.

"Crates." Sherlock called out. "Is there a chest in this room?"

"Sherlock, here, there are no boxes." Lestrade followed out. Sherlock was already under the stairs.

"They didn't commit suicide. The killer forced them to swallow the pill. It couldn't be more obvious, although it was still missed by your men." Sherlock walked and said, "Murder, this is a serial murder. Serial murderer, love this."

"Where did you see that?" John looked at Sherlock who was approaching the door.

"Suitcase, the suitcase is missing, where is it? Could it be that she ate it? Impossible, so someone took it, who? The murderer, the murderer drove here, and the suitcase was left on the car, so he must have Get rid of it. Go look up her family and find Rachel." With that, Sherlock disappeared.John looked at Lestrade, who was puzzled, and suddenly lost the desire to speak.

Sherlock rummaged through all the nearby large scrap yards that could be found within a 5-minute drive, and finally found a box that met the standard, with a name tag that said Jennifer Johnson. "Aha, it's you." With a suitcase in hand, Sherlock intercepted the taxi and returned to Baker Street.

"Sherlock, where's John?" Mrs. Hudson looked at Sherlock who came back alone, and said dissatisfiedly, "If you take him out, you will bring him back. This is your responsibility!"

"Uh," Sherlock turned back, he was in a good mood after finding the evidence, but found that today's new assistant seemed to be left by him at the scene of the crime.I don't know if his little doctor can pout, this is a small gesture that Sherlock found when John was examining the body, and Sherlock suddenly felt funny when he thought of it.

"Go." Mrs. Hudson looked at Sherlock's dazed eyes and knew that they were not normal. Mrs. Hudson's soul was burning.He took the obvious box in Sherlock's hand and went upstairs, "I'll put things for you."

"That's the key evidence!" Sherlock ordered, and then flashed out the door.

Going out, Sherlock took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Mycroft, "the person is with you, send SH back"

'Reason MH'

'he is my assistant SH'

After saying this inexplicably, Sherlock sent a text message to John. "If it's convenient, please return to SH" After thinking about it, I sent another "If it's inconvenient, please return to SH" "It may be dangerous SH"

'Loyal Secretary MH'

'PissoffSH'

After sending the text message, Sherlock turned around and went back to the apartment, ignoring Mrs. Hudson who looked upset because she didn't bring her back, Sherlock went back to the room and began to check the box.Clothes, documents, makeup, yes, anything is wrong.Sherlock saw the mobile phone on the table and thought of it.

When John returned to the apartment, what he saw was Sherlock with his hands clasped under his chin, his slender figure lying on the sofa, "Why are you in a hurry to find me?"

"Lend me to use your mobile phone. I have a number on my desk. Send me a text message." Sherlock returned to his original state after speaking.

"Why don't you use your own?" John remembered that Sherlock was borrowing a cell phone when they first met.

"My number may be recognized." Sherlock breathed a sigh of relief. "It's all over the Internet."

"Why not Mrs. Hudson?" John was speechless for his roommate's wonderful ability to act.

She was mad at me for not bringing you back, and still ignores me. "She's downstairs, and she won't even hear me screaming."

"I was on the other side of London!" God, that was John's only thought.

"I'm not in a hurry" I don't have to worry knowing you're with Mycroft. "Okay, send a text message for me. The number is on the table." The figure of John walking past with a walking stick was really awkward no matter how you looked at it.

"I met someone, he said, is your sworn enemy." After sending the text message, John recalled the previous scene.

"What did he ask you for? Give you money to let you spy on me?" Sherlock frowned, the sworn enemy, did Mycroft think too highly of himself?

"Yes," John thought about the man's aura that was almost the same as Sherlock's. If the two were mortal enemies, they could be regarded as rivals.

"You should agree so that we can share the money equally." Sherlock blinked.There was a smile in his eyes.

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Knowing that he was texting the murderer just now, John looked at Sherlock dumbfounded. At this moment, the phone call came.

"If it's a passer-by, I won't care, if it's a murderer." Sherlock looked at John, with a determined look flashing across his face.

"He'll panic and fall into your trap." Obviously John's reaction satisfied Sherlock.Sherlock smiled, then went to get his coat and was ready to go out.

"Wait, have you notified the police?" John looked at the roommate who was obviously going to arrest someone.

"There's no time," Sherlock said as he got dressed. "He's already killed four people."

"Then why did you inform me?" This is the reason why you are sometimes very uncomfortable as an insider.But what the heck.

"Mrs. Hodson confiscated my skull." For a ridiculous reason I don't think I need it now, so, granting the landlord's little wish.But that expression, well, that skeleton also spent a lot of time with him.

"So, I'm the substitute now?" John bowed his head.

"Don't worry, you're doing well." Sherlock put on his clothes, "Are you ready?"

"What" John looked at Sherlock.

"You can choose to watch TV here although it will be boring or come with me?"

"You want to come with me?"

"I like to go out with someone to accompany me. Talking loudly helps me think." Sherlock tilted his head, "The skull is too eye-catching, so,"

"Haha." John nodded, "I remembered what Officer Donovan said."

"say what?"

"You enjoy the process of solving the case and enjoy it." John's eyes sparkled.

"Isaid "dangerous", and here you are." Sherlock went out first, with what Mrs. Hudson called a hideous smile on his face.

"Damn right." Watson tapped the ground with his cane and got up to follow.

“5 min walk to Northumberland Street”

"A murderer would be stupid enough to actually go there"

"No, I think he's extremely smart. I like smart people and I'd love to be caught."

"why"

"Being appreciated and admired becomes the focus. That's the weakness of geniuses. They need an audience"

"yes"

"This is his hunting ground in the center of the city. It's different now knowing that the victims were kidnapped by him. The victims all disappear from the busy streets, downtown, but no one ever notices them leaving. Thought who never was. Acquaintance still makes us trust

Whoever goes no one notices who hunts in crowds"

"I can't think of it, what about you?"

"Didn't think you were hungry"

Sherlock takes John into a restaurant.The owner of the restaurant is Angelo, who was acquitted of murder by Sherlock in the early years because he was robbing.

Angelo was very optimistic about the two of them, and at the same time read what should be read from Sherlock's wink.After placing the candles, Angelo served John a small order, and the two began to monitor 22 Northumberland Street opposite.

"Service staff." Naturally, John would not twist his body to observe this difficult and easy-to-perceive movement. Looking at the waiters shuttled by in the restaurant, John suddenly remembered something.

"What did you say?" Sherlock turned around when he heard the movement.

"Themurderer." John and Sherlock looked at each other.

"Yes, yes, no one pays attention to walking through the streets, even strangers can be trusted. Taxi, yes. Taxi driver!" Sherlock kissed the corner of John's mouth with his head sideways, flirting with the tip of his tongue along the way There was a little sauce on the corner of John's mouth.Seeing John's instantly stiff mouth and back, Sherlock perfectly concealed his triumphant smile under what is commonly known as a ferocious smile.

"Sherlock!" John's voice was slightly louder.

"Look, taxi!" Just then a taxi stopped at the gate of Northumberland, and Sherlock grabbed his coat and rushed out.John hurried to follow.Forget about the crutches that are always with you.

When the two rushed out, the taxi had already left.

"I wrote down the license plate number." John looked at Sherlock.Human legs cannot catch up with taxis.

"Welldown." But with a companion who has a map of London in his brain, it can be said that everything is possible. "This way." Sherlock started running.John followed incredulously.

The training and precise calculations that Sherlock received since he was a child allowed his body to be in the most coordinated stage. With his height and long legs, Sherlock led John up and down.Finally stopped in front of the taxi after five blocks.

"Stop, police." Sherlock looked at the taxi driver with calm eyes and knew he had found the right person.The driver calmly took out a gun from his pocket and placed it on the forehead of the passenger in the car.Passengers fainted immediately.

John saw a strange movement in the car and hid his figure aside.

Sherlock looked at the old man in front of him and quickly analyzed everything in the car. He was married but single, had a child, but his mother's part was torn off, and his clothes were clean but worn for at least three years. . "Sherlock Holmes. I should have known it was you from the start. You are very clever, and I am not bad at all. I did not kill the four men. You had no evidence before I turned myself in. Although you are sure that I am the murderer, And I just talked to them, and they committed suicide after talking, isn't it amazing, you can call the police, but no one will know what I told them." The phone shook behind him, Sherlock put Put the phone on the ground, and followed the driver's instructions into the taxi.Sherlock watched leisurely as the driver threw the passenger down, and then drove.

"It seems that you want to kill me more than him." Sherlock nodded and seemed to agree with the driver.

"Compared to them, I hope to have a duel between geniuses with you." The driver's voice was full of excitement. "Someone alerted me to you. So I checked out your website, it's brilliant."

"Who will pay attention to me." Sherlock fell sideways on the back seat of the car and adjusted a comfortable posture.Thinking of the 240 kinds of soot he put on the website, this has been talked about by McCoff for a long time.

"You are so humble, Mr. Holmes." The driver seemed to have heard something funny.

"To be honest, you're the first person to say that." Sherlock smiled.

"You have a fan, a die-hard fan." The driver stopped talking after finishing speaking.Sherlock could also see it and didn't ask any more.

The car twisted and turned, and stopped in front of Roland Kerr Vocational School.

"You are as familiar with London as your own home, and you can't go wrong with your eyes closed, so I don't need to introduce you here." The driver looked at the school that was still open.

"Roland Kerr Vocational School." Sherlock got off the car, "Why are you here?"

"It's still open here," the driver nodded. "That's the benefit of being a little guy. He knows every detail of the city. There are cleaners inside at this hour."

"Yes, it seems that we are highly consistent in some respects, and the little man controls the big world." Sherlock shook his windbreaker, with an outstanding temperament.No one would have guessed that the pink mobile phone on the murderer's body was already in the hands of Sherlock.And Sherlock had just texted John's cell phone to inform him of his action.

"Unexpectedly, Mr. Holmes also has the experience of a small person." The driver seemed incredulous.

"Yes, all homeless people are my eyes and ears." Ignoring the driver's expression, Sherlock walked into the school first.In a random classroom, the driver took out two medicine bottles.

"Holmes, you are really a genius." The driver looked at Sherlock. "This world is full of all kinds of idiots. Why don't they want to think? Give me an idea."

"Okay, Mr. Genius. Why don't you explain?" Sherlock heard footsteps.

"Two bottles, one is good and the other is dirty, choose one, you and I each have one, yes, you go." The driver looked at the two bottles on the table.

"Can you tell the difference?" Sherlock looked at the exact same bottle and medicine.

"Naturally," the driver nodded, "It's fair, I'll let you choose first."

"So, the four of them chose the wrong medicine," Sherlock said, leaning over the driver across the table.

"Yes." The criminal is always proud of his achievements. "It's not a gamble, it's a strategy. I can read their hearts. This is my talent."

"But why? Kill four passers-by," Sherlock looked at the driver. "You are married, but live alone, have children but can't see them, you love them, estranged father. Every piece of your clothes is at least For three years, maintaining the status quo with no future. Now, you're indulging in this self-destructive murder. Three years ago you knew you weren't going to live long. Right? Why?"

"Yes, an aneurysm," the driver pointed to a spot on the head.

"Why?" Sherlock insisted on the answer.

"Being a taxi driver doesn't make money." The driver seemed very sad. "I can't leave anything for my children after I die."

"Serial killers too." Sherlock looked at the figure behind the driver.

"No, you're wrong." The driver smiled. "I have a sponsor. Every time I take a life, my child will get an extra sum of money."

"Who will sponsor a serial killer?" Sherlock signaled the people behind him to hold off. "Your fans." The driver played a charade. "Now,