{Fuhua}Stop it Sherlock

The police said, "Obviously a homicide. You think he committed suicide only because you ignored all the evidence that might refute your conclusion, and left what you wanted."

"Reason." Dimock looked like a squirrel whose territory had been violated.

"Van Koo is left-handed, how flexible is his body so that he can commit suicide by pointing to his right temple with a cock?" Sherlock made a gesture, which he couldn't do even with the length of his arm.

"Left-handed?" Dimock couldn't believe it.

"Obviously. The ballistic test report will tell you the truth and," Sherlock pointed around "look at the furnishings of his house, the telephone is on the right, the recording paper is on the left, the coffee cup is on the left with the handle facing right, the bread and butter on the dining table. Direction." After finishing speaking, Sherlock put on the scarf and went out first, and if he stayed any longer, he was afraid that his IQ would be lowered by the idiots in the room, although it was impossible, he just didn't want to stay any longer.

John looked at his friend in front of him, seemed to be angry? Why is Comeon this time?

Soon, John knew why, because they saw the banker who had made Sherlock angry last time, and he was joking with a group of people.

"Sebastian, we need to talk alone." Sherlock looked at this smiling old classmate, well, they haven't seen each other for eight years.

"Can you make an appointment with my secretary first." Sebastian smiled, "I'm in a meeting"

"Your employees were threatened and murdered because of that symbol." Sherlock said succinctly, "Would you like to talk privately. Make an appointment for afternoon tea with the Scotland Yard police." Sherlock didn't ask.

"Yes," Sebastian "OK."

"Van Ku is a good employee, Harrow School, Oxford University, speaking of which, he is still our junior. He stayed in Asia for a while." Sebastian said to Sherlock in the bathroom. "Once he made us lose 500 million, but he made it back in a week." At this time, his cell phone rang and Sebastian looked at it, "The police are now at the president's place, and they concluded that it was suicide."

"They were wrong." Sherlock couldn't control his voice.

"Then my boss is also wrong." Sebastian's tone made John realize that this was not what they thought. "Okay, focus on the right place, don't forget that I came to you to check something."

Okay, Sherlock pursed his lips and smiled.Then turn around and leave.

Sherlock's mood lasted until John made dinner. John made curry pork chops, served with baked apples and chocolate pie. Although Sherlock didn't like sweets, Mrs. Hudson's cookies used to be the only exception , and now, John's chocolate pie.

"We all know what a banker is, don't we?" John looked at his roommate.

"Iron-blooded bastard?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "He actually reminded me to focus, ha, I really can't expect a little bit of useful things in his head, the only thing that can move is probably the one comparable to Mycroft's. Something about a trick I played when I was five." Sherlock said so much outside of work hours that he was questioned, and, oh my god, he couldn't think of an adjective.

John decided it was better not to talk to him.

At night, Sherlock routinely lay down first, for the simple reason that he didn't think John would be asleep when he wasn't.

In the middle of the night, Sherlock opened his eyes and looked at the golden Teddy nestled in his arms. He didn't seem to be treating John as a toy or a pet.Sherlock himself felt awkward, so he simply tossed Mycroft.It sounded in the middle of the night, well, it sounded next to the bug, and the Morse code that sounded absolutely clearly and there was almost no sound in the room was Sherlock's mischievous performance. Mycroft was awakened from his sleep by his subordinates, Then got up in the middle of the night to listen to his brother's emotional problems.

Early in the morning, John looked at the rare Sherlock who was still awake, thinking about how he had developed from his back to him in the beginning to his face.Every morning after John opened his eyes, Sherlock raised his arm and said to him, breakfast, thank you.

Sherlock chatted too late with Mycroft last night, well, he only woke up McCoff in the middle of the night and went back to sleep in the morning.

It was rare that both of them couldn't afford it, so Mrs. Hudson came up to see if there was anything wrong with her two tenants.Pushing open the door, I saw John nestled in Sherlock's arms, and Sherlock's arms were naturally closed, but one was asleep, and the other was watching with eyes open. "Ohps." Mrs. Hudson couldn't help but let out a soft cry and quickly closed the door, deciding not to disturb the two of them no matter how late it was.

Sherlock knew about Mrs. Hudson's arrival. It can be said that he knew it from the moment John opened his eyes, and then he waited for his doctor to do something. When Mrs. Hudson made John jump up with a soft cry, Sherlock felt that life was beautiful .So I started to tease the doctor.Thinking, pulling the doctor's arm to make him lose his balance and fall on the bed.

"Sherlock!" It wouldn't be John if he didn't know that Sherlock did it on purpose.

"Charle." Sherlock held John in his arms. For a soldier, John's figure is considered petite, but it fits well in Sherlock's arms.On the battlefield, there is no need for military doctors to charge into battle, so John does not have those hard muscles, but is very flexible and feels good to the touch.Sherlock lamented how he hadn't found out sooner.Although I was ridiculed by McCoff yesterday, it was worth it.

"What?!" John found that this guy's strength was truly extraordinary.

"Call me Sherl. between you and me." Sherlock adhered to the tradition of the Holmes family, step by step, nibbled.

"Why" is limited by the damn height, John can't see Sherlock's eyes, he is not that good at distinguishing the truth from the mouth of a Sherlock Holmes who the whole world can't find him lying.

"Because I want, would you Joey"

"IsJack.sillySherl" John corrected the guy who had no basic knowledge of names.It was like insisting that Harry was his brother at first.

"Breakfast, Jack, thanks." Sherlock kissed John's eyes, which were about to roll.Then being pushed away, he smiled proudly on the bed.Certainly not the grin that John called scary.

Three minutes later, Sherlock shows up in the dining room while John handles the fried eggs, well, he's just up.John's part-time job disappeared inexplicably, because John received a message in the morning that the doctor from the clinic had returned.If Sherlock saw it, he would know that it was Mycroft's handwriting, but John only treated it as normal information, so at breakfast, Sherlock knew about McCoff's actions and began to consider whether to introduce him A better dentist.

"Watch the news." Fortunately, the two of them didn't get up very late, and they could still catch up with the morning news, "Brian Lucas," Sherlock concluded that there was a connection, seeing the same scene conditions as Van Koo's murder.

"Same as Van Koo." John looked at the description of the news.

"Let's go." After packing up, Sherlock went to the police station with John to find Inspector Dimock. After getting what he needed, Sherlock lamented that some people are stupid but not stupid.

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☆、Sometimes it is better not to explain

The deceased's apartment was not a tidy place, but all the traces showed that the deceased knew that he was going to die, so where was the place that foreshadowed him?The two borrowed books from the library that were casually thrown on the face caught Sherlock's attention. The time on the library card was the day he was killed. Perhaps, there were some hints there.Putting it in his arms, Sherlock took John to the library. Fortunately, Sherlock's mind remembered the location of the book classification. Behind a bookshelf, John found the same symbol as the bank's portrait.Turns out it's obvious, it's a cipher, but damn it's not computer programming, otherwise it could be easily solved.As easy as hacking John's computer.We can only start from the other side, but Sherlock is not an expert in this area, so, under John's surprised and teasing eyes, Sherlock led him to find the street graffiti man Laiz.Taking his can of paint, Sherlock was a little worried, he seemed to know a lot of geniuses.But the case was quickly brought over.

"It's a high-end product," Lez looked at Sherlock. "Is this the only one you have?"

"Yes, and because of this, two people were killed, can you help?" Sherlock counted the time, and the police were coming soon.

"I'll help you find it."

"Run." Sherlock pulled John away when he heard the whistle.Lez is also moving fast, just pitying his paint bag, and his street bloodthirsty.

However, he turned to notice John who was being pulled by Sherlock, smiling rather strangely.Fortunately, he will soon go to their meeting place.

"Now?" John asked Sherlock.

"Go to the police station and sort out the reporter's itinerary and diary. I'll go to Van Ku's assistant. Their itinerary will be the same. That's the key." Sherlock believes that finding the connection between the two will solve the problem. open everything.But before that, Sherlock wants to tell Mycroft that he seems to have been secretly photographed recently.

Bank, Fan Ku's assistant is a beautiful blond beauty, when he talked about Van Ku, his tone was ominous, and there was a hand cream given by Van Ku on the table, reminding me of the same brand of hand sanitizer I saw at Fan Ku's house, Sherlock frowned. Is it a common law for the boss to find an assistant?Why didn't McCoff take home his universal mobile phone control female secretary?

In Chinatown, Sherlock shook his head and followed John who was investigating the reporter and it was obvious that the reporter was much more stupid than Van Kudan.The owner of a Lucky Cat shop is a middle-aged Asian woman. Who would have thought that the female owner, who could not speak English well, was a smuggler's link.Chances are, though, it wasn't her, as the woman wasn't at all curious about Sherlock and John's reaction to finding the code.Not even John could see anything.But the address clearly pointed here, if it wasn't the female boss, who would it be?Journalists and bank employees, all part of smuggling rings, were killed and threatened, perhaps because they took something they shouldn't have.

In the Chinese restaurant opposite, Sherlock watched John deal with Yangzhou fried rice, but his eyes kept turning around the opposite store. At this time, if Sherlock read correctly, there should be a book on the door of the apartment next to the Lucky Cat store. previously published magazine.And it was obviously wet from the rain.Sherlock asked John to stay here and go and see for himself.Although he knew John would follow.

Yao Sulin, Chinese.At present, it can be concluded that she is missing. Sherlock found traces of the second person in the house, and this person has not left yet.Small in stature but powerful, he is an acrobat.Just as he was thinking, a figure pounced on him silently.The material in the hand seems to belong to Chinese silk, but there is no reason for it to be so powerful.Sherlock was still thinking while being strangled, but the dizziness caused by the lack of oxygen had already affected Sherlock. He seemed angry when he heard John outside the door, but maybe it was right not to let him in at this time.Sherlock wanted John to run, but the neck was strangled.There seemed to be some kind of signal coming from outside the window, making the killer give up killing Sherlock and run away.Lying on the floor, Sherlock's nerves were excited for this interesting case.Also for the exotic flavor inside.

When I opened the door, I saw John Sherlock and instantly felt reborn. "The milk has gone bad, and the dirty clothes have smelled. Yao Sulin has been missing for at least three days. We need to find other clues."

"Start here." John handed Sherlock a note left by the door.Sherlock opened it, and it was obviously written by an admirer of Yao Sulin, but the key point was the address.

"Yes, that's right." Putting away the note, Sherlock was ready to go.

"What happened to your throat?" John looked at him. "Don't tell me you caught a cold the moment you went in."

"No, I'm fine." Sherlock avoided the topic, there was no way, should he tell John that he was almost strangled to death?very poor.

Fortunately, John didn't ask, maybe.Sherlock thought.

museum.Dean introduced Yao Sulin's situation. John kept looking at Sherlock's neck. Sherlock noticed it and turned up the collar of the windbreaker by checking the teapot.As everyone knows, this action is just trying to cover up.In the place where Yao Sulin was last seen, Sherlock found the same symbols on the bank's portrait and the library bookshelf, on a statue.Obviously, Yao Sulin might be the next target, maybe the key witness, and maybe, she would be the next body to be found.

After coming out of the museum, John seriously said that he would take Sherlock to the hospital. Sherlock looked at the doctor in front of him and felt that this was not a good idea, and then persuaded John to go home and check with the first aid kit at home.

Simply John's professional level passed the test, and Sherlock's self-protection was also in place, but there were some scratches, and the red mark soon went down.It is also thanks to the silk that the killer uses to strangle people. If it is hemp rope, there will be marks.

John checked Sherlock's neck, which surprised the monitoring Mycroft. What an improvement this younger brother with a strong sense of defense exposed his weakness to the doctor.Mycroft clicked his tongue, and Sherlock quickly tapped a few rhythms with his fingers. It was not an ordinary Morse code, but a code designed by Sherlock and Mycroft when they were young.Mycroft smiled on the other side.My younger brother's possessiveness is still so strong.If you don't look at it, don't look at it, this tsundere.

Dinner was Sherlock's most disgusting cream soup and mutton stew prepared by John. Looking at the dinner in front of him, Sherlock had no appetite.Just watching John eat, until John couldn't bear it, took out the prepared chocolate pie, but asked Sherlock to finish the dinner.Sherlock had no choice but to nod, but fortunately John didn't prepare much.

After dinner, Mrs. Hudson went out on a date with her lover. Sherlock's mobile phone received a text message from Liz, "There is a clue!" Jumping up from the sofa and preparing to rush out, John threw Sherlock's coat and scarf to him Then he grabbed his coat and went out.

London's modern urban underground is different from the traditional or modern day, full of the vitality of the modern age and American hip-hop. John is a little puzzled why Sherlock Holmes, who looks like a European aristocrat in the [-]th century, would make friends with street artists. However, You can see from Sherlock's performance that when a Sherlock Holmes expresses kindness or favor to you, no one will refuse.

Sherlock looked at the symbol that Laiz was pointing at, "I can be sure it's one kind of paint, so there should be more around here." Laiz nodded and left. Sherlock and John searched along the subway station and walked to the track superior.Along the railway, Sherlock found a paint jar that was the same as the symbol paint.Thinking of the news that Mycroft gave him, Sherlock always felt that there were some familiar shadows in it.

The phone rang, and it was John, but Sherlock didn't answer it, because he was chasing a little acrobat who looked exactly like the one he was going to catch that day, and that guy really had the skills of an acrobat, darting around in the dark and disappearing in a few strokes .Returning to the position just now, Sherlock adjusted his breathing. This was the first time he was completely unsure of chasing this person.But, fortunately, the monk can't run away from the temple if he can run away.

"Why didn't you answer the call?" John ran from a distance with a flashlight. Sherlock always has some American individual heroism when he acts alone, which is why he can make friends with street artists .

Sherlock smiled, "I didn't hear the phone, what's wrong?"

"I found a wall of Suzhou yards." John pointed Sherlock in the direction.Then I saw his roommate running over there.

Sherlock and John went to the wall and found that it had been covered with a cover.Someone obviously didn't want them to find out.

Sherlock looked at John. "Now, close your eyes." "What are you going to do?" "I want you to recall the pictures on the wall to maximize the visual impression. Can you recall the patterns on the wall now?" How much can you remember clearly?" Sherlock put his arm around John, "I can do it," John suppressed the urge to roll his eyes, "Are you sure?" "Yes, as long as you let me take out my phone," Sherlock put After driving John, he looked a little embarrassed, and John took out his phone, "It's right here." The corners of John's mouth couldn't help but rise, and it was rare to see Sherlock's real expression.Although Sherlock has always had rich expressions when collecting physical evidence, the false pretense made all the expressions invisible.This time, the embarrassment really came out from the bottom of his eyes. Sherlock looked at John with the upturned mouth in surprise. Could it be that John likes himself to be embarrassed? ?This time, let's look at the password first.

Print out the photos, corresponding to the corresponding numbers.Obviously this requires another medium, but what is this medium?

Perhaps, the missing person knows.

It was very late, John fell into a light sleep after a day's fatigue, Sherlock looked at John, and decided to shake him awake.

"Go and wash. The water is hot." Turn on the water heater when Sherlock comes home late, something Mrs. Hodson has protested for years and still does.Kissing John's bewildered eyes, Sherlock felt that anyway, he'd fallen for those eyes and their owner.As if they had known each other for a long time, as if they were born with each other.

Seeing John's instantly reddened earlobes, Sherlock smiled wickedly and charmingly.Then push the little doctor into the bathroom, Sherlock looked at the code on the wall again, thinking about all the decoding methods that might use numbers in his mind.

The high speed of the brain made Sherlock feel that he needed a nicotine patch.Taking out the patch from the drawer and pasting it on, Sherlock began to look through the collection on his bookshelf.Sherlock heard John's footsteps, "You go to rest first." After that, he was immersed in the password and the problem.Near morning, Sherlock found John dozing in a chair.Decided to go to the museum by myself first, and then I could bring John's breakfast back.

A phone call woke up Dean from his sleep, and the sentence that Yao Sulin was in danger instantly changed the child from a good student to an unprincipled person who opened a library for strangers in advance and let him enter the antique warehouse.

As soon as he got close to the booth, Sherlock noticed something different. Yesterday, only one of the teapots had a brewed luster, but today there were two.The corner of Sherlock's mouth twitched, "Yao Sulin will go back to the museum tonight, there will be danger,"

"I want to be with you." Dean showed a different courage than usual at this time. A person who didn't even have the courage to speak out, knew that two people were killed and Yao Sulin was probably the third. With this sentence, Sherlock looked at Dean, "Why?"

"I love her," seemed to turn on the switch of courage, and Dean spoke his inner thoughts smoothly.

"Even if she is a smuggler, even if she might bring you a fatal disaster, will you rush to her side when you are in danger?" Sherlock's eyes were a little erratic.I don't know where I thought of it.

"Ofcause!" Dean looked at Sherlock. "Mr. Holmes. You,"

"Sherlock," Sherlock got up and walked outside.

"Okay, Sherlock, do you have someone you like?" Dean's smile was very interesting, as if he had discovered something incredible.

"Why do you say that?" Sherlock frowned, but he was thinking about what to bring John for breakfast.

"Your eyes and expression." Dean gestured, "I have it too, so I know."

"I'm not same as you." The corners of Sherlock's mouth turned up, speeding up.

The breakfast at an unknown government official's office was robbed in the early morning. This was the most convenient place Sherlock could find, and the quality was guaranteed.

Seeing John's surprised expression, Sherlock smiled and sipped his coffee.Mrs. Hudson tasted the breakfast brought back by Sherlock in surprise and surprise.

"Sherlock, you're getting more and more popular." Mrs. Hudson winked cleverly.Then went downstairs before Sherlock could frown.

Throughout the day, Sherlock was conducting experiments, and John was persuaded by Sherlock to accompany Mrs. Hudson, mainly because Mrs. Hudson's eyes in the morning were too horrifying.The result is that John takes a slumber under the attack of Mrs. Hudson's record.After waking up, I found that Sherlock was sitting on the sofa as if he had been attacked, and then Mrs. Hudson was in the kitchen on the second floor, and Mrs. Hudson was in the kitchen on the second floor!God, had she finally found Sherlock's head in the freezer?

"John, you're awake." Sherlock picked up his coat. "Come on, we have work to do."

"God, you still let him run with you." Mrs. Hudson's protest was closed by Sherlock.

"Ms. Hudson was a bit misunderstood." Sherlock looked at John and explained, "She seems to have mistakenly thought that your fatigue is because of me." Sherlock's expression was tangled and awkward, but John definitely found the real smile and complacency in his eyes.Then in an instant it was known that Mrs. Hodson had misunderstood something.

"Sherlock Holmes!!!"

"Taxi!"

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☆、'Yao Sulin' died

Museum, a lounge. "Sherlock, you told me you were joking." Andy looked at the wig, cheongsam, and, ma'am, fake breasts in front of him.

"Since you said that you can risk your life for the safety of Yao Sulin." Sherlock fiddled with the tool in his hand, which was the disguise tool he robbed from McCoff in the morning. "It doesn't matter if you think about it, does it?"

Three hours later, it was completely dark.Sherlock closed his hands in satisfaction, and looked at the oriental beauty in front of him, "I have to say, Andy, you have a good eye." John used his fist to cover the smile on his mouth, although Sherlock's disguise was impeccable, but Watching a cute boy transform into an oriental beauty is quite powerful.

"I'd be happier John if you didn't look at me and say that." Andy looked at the dream lover in the mirror with a feeling of schizophrenia. "Sherlock, I don't care how you know Su Lin's figure, but I'm sure you don't know what Su Lin looks like."

Andy actually cared. Anyone who didn't know him before suddenly made a perfect copy of your goddess, which is not something that can be easily accepted.Therefore, the relationship between Sherlock and the John next to him, if he guessed correctly.

"You can judge your figure from the clothes. Most of these Chinese cheongsams are close-fitting. I can guess her height and weight from her footprints left at her home. I have seen pictures of him and her brother when they were young, as well as cups at her home. The lip marks on the face and the eyeliner on the makeup remover pad," Sherlock looked at John unconsciously as he explained, which made the faces of the two remaining people in the room more and more red. Of course, Andy's disguise Make it impossible for him to see it, but John is because of embarrassment.

At night, Yao Sulin came out from the air vent and gently took out the pottery pot in the booth. Andy's eyes were reddened by the flowing movements.Sherlock quickly typed a sentence on the phone with his fingers, "Transfiguration material, crying will deform." 'The phone's fluorescent screen illuminated Andy's murderous face.

Then Sherlock walked out.Andy typed a sentence on his mobile phone 'has he been walking silently? ' John nodded silently.Andy looked at John sympathetically, but he couldn't see.

Sherlock walked to the side of Yao Sulin who was soaking in the water, and praised her skills and his level of disguise.Then he asked, "Do you need two small biscuits?"

"Ah!" The teapot fell, and Sherlock quickly caught the centuries-old antique. "Antiques that are hundreds of years old should not be broken."

"Hello~" Sherlock turned on the light on the workbench.Andy and John from the dark also came out.

"Ah!" Yao Sulin uttered a second cry when she saw herself looking cautious, "Su Lin, it's me."

"Andy?" Yao Sulin remembered the shy voice.

"The specifics will be explained after the incident has passed," Sherlock interrupted the two who wanted to catch up on the old days, did they want to catch up on the old days? Hey!

Yao Sulin looked at Andy, then at the other two.The narrative begins.

John was surprised by Sherlock's familiarity with Chinese culture, but it was not unbelievable. What happened to Sherlock was normal.Andy, on the other hand, knew his goddess better, and she didn't have any resistance in her heart, but she cherished her even more.Unconsciously, Sherlock looked at John and raised his eyebrows when he found that he was listening carefully to what Yao Sulin said.

With a soft sound, Sherlock felt that his luck was not too good.

"Su Lin, you and John hide. John, protect the witness." Sherlock quickly pushed the two into the warehouse without closing the airtight chamber. "Sherlock, the airtight chamber can be closed." Yao Sulin looked at Sherlock, "The oxygen inside can be Keep us alive for eight hours." Sherlock looked at John, then nodded.

'Click' seal chamber closed.Sherlock turned to look at Andy, "It's up to us whether the two people inside can come out alive. Let them think Su Lin was killed."

Andy nodded, visibly nervous. "Trust me?" Sherlock looked at this child who was six years younger than himself, and he would risk his life to protect the one he loved.

"Now I have no other choice." Andy smiled.

"Okay, you are Yao Sulin now, go back to your workbench, make tea, and finish your work." Sherlock blinked, "I believe that your tea making skills are as good as your Chinese. Remember, that He is your elder brother, and you are Yao Sulin now." No one knew what decision these two men made, except Sherlock and Andy.

Sherlock was hiding near Andy, and a ghostly figure suddenly appeared. 'Yao Sulin' was making tea quietly, with her back to that person.

"Brother," 'Yao Sulin' trembled slightly, "Let me finish it, it will be fine soon."

The spider didn't move, standing behind 'Yao Sulin'.Sherlock huddled behind the workbench, imitating Yao Sulin's voice, although there were some discrepancies, but Yao Sulin was facing death after all, so it shouldn't matter if there were some discrepancies.

After returning the tea set, there was a faint smell of blood.The spider stepped forward, "Ha!" 'Yao Sulin' inserted a three-bladed willow-leaf dart into the lower ribs. Judging from the position, it was hopeless. "Brother." 'Yao Sulin' uttered these two words lightly and then lay down on the workbench, with unfailing relief and relief in her eyes.The spider measured the pulse and breath of 'Yao Sulin' and left after confirming death.

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Ten minutes later, the doors and lights of the workshop were turned on.Sherlock was taken aback when he saw 'Yao Sulin' lying prone on the console, and then stepped forward to check.After confirming the death of 'Yao Sulin', Sherlock called Inspector Dimock. Fifteen minutes later, Inspector Dimock arrived with a large number of police officers.Expressing doubts about Sherlock and the corpse appearing here, the spider hiding in front of the warehouse finally left while they were arguing.Sherlock, who was arguing with Dimoke, saw a figure running through the darkness, heaved a sigh of relief, and then stretched out his hand to push 'Yao Sulin'.

"Ah!~" Don't get me wrong, this is Officer Dimock's exclamation when he saw the person who had just confirmed his death suddenly sit up.

"Calm down, Inspector, if you want the killer to go and come back." Sherlock remembered the people still in the sealed chamber, turned and walked out, "Andy, explain to the Inspector."

"Okay." Andy scared Inspector Dimock for the second time.An oriental beauty with a big bloodstain on her abdomen said that she was an authentic London man. Andy rubbed his arms to calm the detective.

Sherlock opened the door of the airtight chamber, and a sharp willow-leaf dart came oncoming. With a flash of silver light, Sherlock hurriedly dodged "It's me." The attack stopped.Yao Sulin and John on the side breathed a sigh of relief.

"Woohoo, I really hope Andy doesn't know that you know martial arts." Sherlock raised his lips, "You're good at martial arts."

"What's wrong?" John looked at the blood on Sherlock's hands.

"Ah, this one," Sherlock raised the blood on his hand, "This one belongs to Andy."

"What's wrong with Andy?" Although Yao Sulin said that she has no love for Andy, she is not unmoved by what Andy did for herself. If this happened, Yao Sulin also thought that maybe she could spend her life with Andy .

"He faked suicide in front of your elder brother, otherwise how could he have fooled your elder brother?" Sherlock waved his hand again, "Next time I will prepare less plasma."

"Fake suicide?" Yao Sulin breathed a sigh of relief, and ran out regardless of Sherlock's expression.Soon, Officer Dimock was frightened for the third time.Two identical oriental beauties embrace each other.Inspector Dimock's nerves were still strong and he did not faint.John handed the cipher paper that Yao Sulin had just translated to Sherlock, and then rushed to the Scotland Yard police station with Sherlock.

After listening to Yao Sulin's narration, Inspector Dimock went to examine the body.The results are of course welcome.

"Okay, now, how do we find them?" Dimock accepted Sherlock's suggestion and acted together with Lestrade and others.Sherlock felt that now Dimock would have nothing against him.Raising eyebrows, "The circus, from China, is only on tour in London for one day. I have already asked the police from Scotland Yard to watch the show. Employee benefits, aren't you, Inspector Dimock?"

"Lestrade~" Dimock gritted his teeth inexplicably when talking about this colleague. It wasn't like this before. Sherlock looked at John next to him with a puzzled expression.

John curled his lips and decided not to bother with this person who didn't know the truth or the fake.

All in all, the performances of Huanglong Circus are far more attractive than expected, and Shan Gangzhu is already considering whether to put the circus in his sideline business.Dark and small place, strange oriental costumes, Sherlock, who has been influenced by oriental culture, always feels that the costumes and makeup on Shan Gangzhu's body look like dolls that are burned when the oriental people sacrifice. Of course, it is a large size, go Shaped.

Sherlock looked at John, expressing helplessness that the little doctor insisted on following.After Sherlock saw the tarantula, he was even more sure of the necessity of this operation.

When the Tarantula was in mid-air, Lestrade and Dimmock started to move.Unexpectedly, Shan Gangzhu waved his hand and fell into darkness all around.Sherlock stretched out his hand to grab the side, and caught nothing, "John!" Sherlock's voice was drowned out by the exclamation of the ordinary audience around him. There was also a gun that could kill people at any time, and the surroundings were in chaos. I don't know which policeman fired the shot. The surroundings were quiet for a moment, and then people began to bump into Sherlock.Sherlock finally turned on the flashlight smoothly, and saw panicked faces.No John, no Lestrade.Finally, the light hit a standing figure.

Tarantula.

Short stature, strong muscles, sharp eyes, quick movements, amazing strength.Conforms to all the characteristics of a spider. "I know, you can understand Chinese." Tarantula said in Chinese.

"And I'll still say it." Sherlock tried to attract acquaintances with his familiar voice, hoping it would work.

"You really are a genius." Tarantula said in a strange tone, as if there was some discomfort in her throat. "John is in our hands, exchange, one hour. Don't bring the police." After speaking, under the light of Sherlock's light, the figure of the Tarantula disappeared