{Fuhua}Stop it Sherlock

"What? Did you finally realize that your brain was empty and wanted to use the gas in your brain to take you away from reality?" Putting the windbreaker on the back of the chair, Sherlock looked at Lestrade who was still silent.Of course, he gave Sherlock a blank stare in return.

"This criminal," Lestrade sighed, "his men stormed into the woman's home in Cornwall and forced her to speak to the words on the pager, and if she uttered a wrong word, the sniper would shoot her At the same time, the bomb on her body exploded, of course, if you didn't solve the case within the stipulated time, it would be the same." Lestrade was like a suffocating balloon, so he didn't take human life seriously.

Sherlock didn't know what Lestrade was angry about, but he just didn't think it would end so soon.John was thinking about the whole process and sorting it out, adding in passing the first case Sherlock had just told him.The office was silent for a while, which showed how much impact the ringing of the phone had.This time it was a text message, and the picture showed a car,

"Is it scrapped?" Lestrade approached. "Donovan, go check the license plate number! And the rental record." Soon, the phone rang, and everyone, well, except Sherlock, this guy was never nervous about the case, only excited.Everyone else's nerves are tense.

"Well done," it was a man's voice this time. Although there was no obvious crying, it was still trembling. "You're smart enough to guess Carl Powers. The guy who laughed at me, never, never laughed."

"What's the sound around you?" Sherlock heard a buzzing sound, which was very noisy.There also seemed to be the sound of cars.But come on, there are cars everywhere in London.

"Yes, the voice of life." The man paused before saying, "You went to the police, but don't count on them, this is, our, game."

Sherlock will always keep the phone hands-free. Hearing this sentence, Anderson couldn't help but look at Sherlock, which means are you sure this is not your trick alone?But Sherlock didn't care, or didn't notice at all.Lestrade noticed Anderson's eyes and gave him a dissatisfied look.Anyone in this world may commit a crime, including Sherlock Holmes, but Holmes' crime will not let them see it.

"Last time, you spent nine hours. This time, I'll give you eight hours." The man twitched. "Seize the time, otherwise, Boom!" After finishing speaking, the phone hung up.

Three and ten minutes later, Sherlock and John were already on their way to the scene.

"The car was rented yesterday morning. The renter's name is Ian Monkford." Lestrade introduced the situation at the scene. There was blood in the car, which showed that the owner of the car had been killed.

The insurance company and Mrs. Monkford were already there.Sherlock examines the blood on the car seat and asks for a sample.

Mrs. Monkford's expression is very normal, a very normal woman who has lost her husband, if it is ignored that her husband is only missing now.Sherlock stepped forward with a sad expression, and found that this lady was quite shrewd.However, one of the advantages of English is that it has tenses. After confirming his thoughts, Sherlock ignored Mrs. Monkford behind him, pulled John and left.

Sherlock took out the card he found in the compartment and told the taxi driver "Go to Janus Rent a Car."

John was still giggling, Sherlock pulled him over and kissed him on the face, his voice was very clear in the small space.The taxi driver turned around, smiled knowingly and continued driving.John raised his eyebrows, and was about to sit on the other side, but was held in Sherlock's arms, with his face pressed against Sherlock's chest. John could clearly feel the vibration, not only his heartbeat, but also his smile.

Sherlock tipped the driver an extra ten pounds when the car arrived at its destination.John glared at him, but Sherlock didn't care, and pulled John into the rental car dealership.

Under Sherlock's observation, the owner of the car rental company was quickly answered Sherlock's questions. Sherlock was very handy at changing the subject to get the answer he wanted.The double-faced god from Greece can't match Sherlock Holmes' observation skills, especially under the influence of certain stylized inquiries. The very natural answer of the owner of the car rental company who helped people avoid debts made Holmes confirm his judgment. Now What they need is evidence.Evidence that can prove that Ian is not dead.

"Now?" John looked at Sherlock, wondering if he really needed cigarettes, after all, he had been spinning for half a day.

"Of course not to buy cigarettes." Sherlock looked at his clever and cute little doctor. It was strange that he could see through what John was thinking. Is it because it was too obvious or too familiar? "The nicotine patch has been very effective in helping me quit smoking."

"Then, where did Ian go?" John looked at the fast-moving man in front of him. "Don't look at me like that, a pint or so of frozen blood in the car won't fool a medic."

"Poor Forensic Anderson," Sherlock sighed.He also asked Lestrade to send the blood to the laboratory, but he forgot that there was a military doctor beside him who had seen all kinds of blood.

"Colombia," Sherlock said quickly, "Janus has large denominations of Colombian pesos in his wallet, and the tan mark on his neck, and he has been scratching, it should be just a hepatitis B vaccine, but not sure , but obviously he was lying when he said he didn’t go abroad.” Evidence, one lie is enough.

Send the conclusion on your phone and wait for the phone to ring.

After a full 3 minutes, the ancient cell phone rang. "You are great. It seems that this game will be more interesting than I imagined. I will give you a very good process. Looking forward to the next time. You guys can come and save me." The man's voice With obvious relief, there was even the sound of sobbing.

"Give me the address," Sherlock replied, thinking about the way he spoke.At this time, Sherlock's cell phone vibrated, and Sherlock pointed to John's jacket pocket. John took out Sherlock's cell phone, and then saw a text message from Mycroft.

After Sherlock sent the address to Lestrade, he came over to look at it, "Mycroft's tooth hurts again." John tilted his head, wondering what this has to do with the toothache. The case that came was related to Moriarty."

Sherlock rolled his eyes, he already knew, right? From that mobile phone to the familiar way of speaking, Moriarty has trained people at the same level.Maybe except for the Shan gang leader, I don't know if it's because his English is too bad, but it's expected that he found me this time, he is very boring.And I broke him twice, from the envelope to his first case, plus the questions for him and made it clear that this is a game between the two of them, obviously isn't it.

"Reply to him, don't tempt me with what I already know. Just care about your teeth." Sherlock didn't care one bit for hanging behind John on the street.John, who knew who Moriarty was, didn't put his mind on it either.

Soon, Mycroft texted back. "Your brother says they've found something. Moriarty seems to be targeting the anti-missile program."

"It's really urgent and he won't go to the dentist." Sherlock took back the phone and quickly operated it a few times before putting it back in his jacket pocket.A taxi was then stopped, and the two found the nearest Italian restaurant.Sherlock said hello to the boss and ordered food. While waiting, John looked at Sherlock, and the corner of Sherlock's mouth was raised with the expression of obviously wanting to hear the story.

"The boss is Italian, and the cook is his younger brother, but he got lost when he was very young. Three years ago, someone pretended to be his younger brother to cheat money. I happened to be here at the time, so of course I saw it through. It just so happened that his real younger brother was in the store. Apply for a job, and then it's very simple, and become friends." Sherlock subtly demonstrated his own advantages, such as good popularity and free meals at certain times.Moreover, these are all obtained by his ability.I have to say that sometimes Sherlock is more inclined to a beast's intuition, maybe this is because he is more simple.

"I think that's why you didn't starve to death without taking your brother's handout." John watched the sour cream ravioli being served, a classic Italian dish, delicious.

"That's just one of the reasons." Sherlock blinked, Sherlock Holmes blinked, inherited from his father, even if Mycroft did it with a special charm, Sherlock firmly refused to admit that Mycroft had nothing to do with his appearance. In comparison, a fat man with a bald head.

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☆, the host of death

As usual, Sherlock didn't order anything, and he wouldn't use his energy to digest the food until the case was completely over.The Italian boss obviously knew about Sherlock's problems, and only prepared him a cup of Italian coffee with two sugars, and two coarse fiber salty crackers.

"He never eats sweets." The Italian boss winked at John, and the news came as a bit of a surprise to John, who didn't even notice Sherlock's disapproving expression when the Italian boss winked at him.But the Italian boss noticed "Oh, lovely Sherlock Holmes, you care too much about your little boyfriend, my brother will be jealous if he knows."

"Trust me (Bartolomeo) Bartolomeo, your worries will not come true, because your younger brother cares more about your elder brother." Sherlock raised one corner of his mouth, if he didn't mind talking to Bartolomeo and his younger brother Al Bert played a game, but for now, better be misunderstood by his little doctor.The two talked in Italian, and they spoke very fast, oh well, at Sherlock's speed, he said everything very quickly.

John didn't care what the two were talking about. Since he met Sherlock, many people have regarded them as a couple. Of course, this has become a reality, so you can tell by the expressions of the two.Forgive the child, the expressions of these two people are too ambiguous.

A late meal, and maybe Sherlock's popularity in some way means he'll never go hungry for a missed meal.

The familiar text message sounded as Sherlock sipped his coffee, Sherlock and John glanced at each other and then turned to the phone with a new photo.A picture of a fat woman.Sherlock can even see from her expression after death that she often laughed or cried exaggeratedly during her lifetime.

"Should I know this person?" Sherlock looked at John innocently, and only sent a face, and he was not an agent of M15, with facial recognition software and surveillance all over London.

"It's a face everyone in London knows." John got up and walked over to the TV in the restaurant. "Even if you are a military doctor who just came back from Afghanistan?" Sherlock was obviously surprised, who is this woman?Prime Minister's Wife or Propaganda Minister?

"It's a good thing I was dragged over to watch TV by Mrs. Hudson long enough for me to remember the face." John tuned into a channel where the dead man's face was laughing on the screen.Honestly it felt pretty scary.

Subsequently, the TV station changed to a female host. "Two days ago, Connie Prince, the host of Pretty Woman, was found dead at home suddenly. She was 54 years old."

"Has been dead for two days?" Sherlock wondered why there was no news at all.

"Obviously you haven't seen her show." John nodded.

Sherlock watched the introduction on the TV screen, waiting for the phone to ring.

"Lestrade would be crazy." John sighed, finishing the last dumpling.

"Because there are so many cases?" Sherlock looked at the doctor who was full, "No, he will be as excited as me."

As John rolled his eyes, the phone rang.An old woman's voice came, okay, woman, man, old man, will the next one be a child?Sherlock reasoned a bit.Then I heard the old woman say slowly, "This time, yes, the case is very interesting. She is blind. I will give you 12 hours." After finishing speaking, the phone hung up.

Sherlock raised an eyebrow.Blind man, an obvious reminder, what does it suggest?

"Where to go first?" John noticed Sherlock's expression, what was he thinking?

"Bartz College of Medicine." Corpses that the police intervene are usually sent there, and this one will obviously be intervened by the police.Sherlock edited the text message on his phone, then picked up his coat and went out.

Arriving in Buzz, Sherlock was satisfied to see that Lestrade and the body were in the forensic room.There seems to be something wrong, well, ignore it.

The body of a caucasian female, obese, with scratch marks, which should be small cats or sharp nails.There were tetanus lesions on the surface of the corpse, and the wound on the tiger's mouth was very deep.

"Her assistant, Raoul de Saunders, said she was stabbed by a rusty iron nail in the garden, and that the tetanus killed her." Lestrade spoke quickly of the result.

"It's normal." Sherlock circled around the corpse, carefully observing the wound on the corpse. "But he won't let me investigate normal cases."

"Who?" Lestrade was surprised by Sherlock's choice of words.

Sherlock curled his lips, "Bombardier." Well, Lestrade's face returned to normal.

"The wound is very new. Judging from the direction of the flesh turning, it should have been done after death." John checked the corpse. "The death time of tetanus is seven days after the onset of the disease, if it is not treated."

"Post-mortem?" Lestrade repeated, the fatal wound was post-mortem, so how did she get tetanus?

"Scratches?" John looked at the scratches on the corpse, which seemed to be old wounds but not healing well.

"Maybe, but right now, we need to go to Prince's house." Sherlock continued to operate something on the phone, then raised his lips and smiled, to join in the fun, no, Jasmine who cared about him was stunned .

"What are you doing?" John packed his coat, then watched Jasmine's dedicated Jasmine push the body into the freezer with a confused expression.Lestrade also looked at Sherlock puzzled.

"Chat with Prince's fans." Sherlock didn't have any disadvantages of being a liar at all, so he successfully diverted the two people's attention to, oh my god, Sherlock would discuss makeup with a woman .

At this time, McCoff, who was undergoing root canal treatment, continued to operate the mobile phone under the disapproving and helpless eyes of the dentist. "John, it's your turn this time, Prince's brother and servant, you have to check it out." Sherlock wasn't lying, because he was indeed planning to find Connie's fans to confirm something. "Lestrade, come with me."

Sherlock quickly walked out of the forensic room under John's raised eyebrow expression.

221B, Mrs. Hudson seemed to have expected the arrival of the two. Sure enough, she saw a report from McCauf after going upstairs.Moriarty was paying attention to the anti-missile program when reporting on what McCoff's people had found out before.

After accessing all the information, Lestrade looked at Sherlock who was really chatting with Connie's fans, "You still have hope in our police?" To be honest, Mrs. Hudson also doubted this, but Seeing that Sherlock cares about the cause of Connie Prince's death and gossip today, it seems that anything is possible.

"Unless you want all your men to be replaced by M15 people." Sherlock was discussing with an aunt whether Connie had Botox injections. I have to say that I noticed this word for the second time within 40 hours. Sherlock subconsciously focused on that.

"Of course she has Botox," said Mrs. Hudson, who was ignored by Sherlock as a long-time Connie fan. The smile is obviously caused by the inability to control her expression perfectly." Mrs. Hudson, who accepted Sherlock's adoring expression, raised her head proudly, "Dear Sherlock, you should pay attention to the abilities of other people besides your doctor. .” Sherlock remembered the fact that the doctor he ignored before could recognize the pint of frozen blood, smiled flatteringly, and won Mrs. Hudson's forgiveness and afternoon tea.

Lestrade looked at Sherlock and shook his head. It would be great if he could be so obedient in front of his brother. Holmes always has his own way of understanding, especially these two sons with outstanding abilities. Of course, the old knight and them cannot be ignored. Genius mother, but, in the present, that is already a thing of the past, isn't it?

Sherlock noticed Lestrade's expression, forgive him, so rich that Sherlock still found it easier to tell from the stain on his collar that the Inspector hadn't had a good lunch.

John's phone call came in at this time, and Sherlock, who had received enough information from fans, made Lestrade feel that his reading speed needed to be strengthened.

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