{Fuhua}Stop it Sherlock

There's something, it won't be boring MH'

'I have a job to do SH' and then put the phone to silent, nestled on the sofa in the living room.The screen lights up twice and takes a break.If you have a toothache and meddle in other people's business, don't you just use Lestrade.

Sherlock was sorting out the thoughts of this case on the sofa, and he didn't have to take care of other things if McCoff was watching. The reason why the other people in the case acted that can be called criminal is purely emotional.Sure enough, this is the greatest weakness of human beings.But it is undeniable that it cannot be avoided, even if it is yourself.

Camilla likes Colvin. The proud lady in the greenhouse saw Colvin in the Historical Archives, and then knew that the other party was her favorite experimental genius, so she followed him and asked Ada to appear in school for her. And Ada also fell in love with Colvin. Camilla was naturally arrogant, possessive, and had a strong desire to control. She chose to force Colvin and threatened him with suicide to be with her.Camilla's suicide frightened Colvin, but Colvin saw the fallen Camilla and was afraid of having a relationship with him, so he found the laboratory teacher who knew the secret by him, and the old man killed Camilla completely. After clearing up the clues, Ada helped put Camilla into the bathroom of the girls’ dormitory, and concealed all clues related to Colvin in order to protect her sweetheart. Camilla's diary was taken away, because as long as the police asked others, they could easily know that Camilla had the habit of keeping a diary, which was proved in Dimock's report.So he handed it over again under the pretext of hiding it. Although the diary has been cleaned, the text on it is nothing. What reveals his mind is the cursive strokes on the diary.As for believing that her roommate was murdered and finding a detective, it was the idea of ​​Ada herself and Camilla's family. Based on this Ada's motivation, it should be to hope that some things about Camilla would be exposed, such as Camilla's paranoia, arrogance, a raped A person who is forced to be another person or is asked to be another person with money will not be in a normal state of mind.Especially children in the rebellious period.Sorted out the process and sent it to Lestrade. Some of the cases that Sherlock has solved recently will send the sorted process and final results to Lestrade, and ask him to send it to Puliss. Sometimes Puliss will Help his father with extremely low EQ to sort out the emotional relationship in the case.Then he received his father's poisonous tongue as usual.At this point, Price decided not to tell his father about his contact with John Daddy.

Sherlock remembered that Camilla's notebook was covered with the initials of Colvin's name transformed into aristocratic cursive, and the blond hair stained on the notebook. The little girl was just gone.

Sherlock turned his head at the sound of John's footsteps. "What's wrong?"

"The case is solved, why don't you rest?" John walked over to Sherlock.

"Did Mycroft send you a text message?" Sherlock reached out and wrapped John into his arms.The case was solved from the moment the body was discovered.But motivation, alas.

"Well, but it doesn't look like it's in a hurry." John also knew McCoff's habits.

"I'll rest with you." Sherlock walked to the bathroom to wash up briefly, and then went to the bedroom to rest with John. The two who were used to sleeping in each other's arms rarely fell asleep alone.

The author has something to say: Well, I know that I edited it poorly, if it is for Sherlock to improve his emotional business a little bit.

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Dimock's results are reassuring, of course, there may be reasons for Lestrade's motivation, but, well, the results are still very good.

"The owner of the ashes is an old man, not Camilla," Dimock looked at the report excitedly, and froze after Lestrade took out the search results.

The teacher in the laboratory is a perverted necromancer. This is already certain. From the first girl in the past ten years, the honest person in the eyes of everyone in this school has changed from being cautious at the beginning to being unscrupulous now. The police will not be so quick He found the evidence, but unfortunately, Camilla's death was not in his plan. He was threatened by Colvin who knew his secret and was so overconfident that he didn't organize all the evidence as before. There are props for changing corpses, but I haven't had time to clean them up.It was quickly found by Lestrade and others, so the case was closed.

Sherlock looked at the gloomy Dimock, and then handed him the autopsy results in his hand, "Close the case and write the report."

Because this case involved ten years ago and various relationships, Sherlock chose to leave after solving it, well, after getting the fee from Camilla's parents.

"Sherlock, when did you charge the consulting fee?" Lestrade looked at the indifferent Sherlock, and it was hard to imagine that this detective, who had been asking for no financial incentives and free consultation for the police, would charge a fee.

"Gwen, we have known each other for five years, and I have been a detective for 15 years. I don't want to increase the budget of Scotland Yard, so there is no charge. Moreover, I need to pay my assistant, otherwise he will find a part-time job." After finishing speaking, Sherlock Go find John who is still negotiating with the school.

"We've known each other for five years. My name is Gray." It was obviously not the first time that Lestrade corrected Sherlock's problems, nor was it the first time that Sherlock ignored them.

What does it matter,, Sherlock subconsciously curled his lips when he heard Lestrade's complaint.

John is negotiating with the school about the blog he wants to write. John hopes to be truthful, but apparently the school is unwilling.Sherlock felt that it would be best to leave this kind of matter to John himself, but is it too long?

When Sherlock walked behind John, John just finished it. John, who had achieved his goal, seemed to have a smile on his face. Sherlock lowered his head and kissed the corner of John's mouth directly, and then saw the ghost-like expression of the school leader behind him. , Without explaining, Sherlock pulled John to take a taxi.

Out of the school gate.An Siya leaned against Mycroft's black car and waited for the two of them.

"It seems that McCoff is really in a hurry." John looked at the black car that often kidnapped him.I can't help but feel that if I buy a car in the future, I will never buy a black one.

"No." Sherlock walked around Ansiya and reached out, "Taxi!"

If McCoff was really in a hurry, she would never let her car appear aboveboard in front of the police and reporters.Sherlock looked at the taxi driver, feeling awkward no matter how he looked at it, this is obviously a person from M15,,, when did McCoff increase his surveillance level again?But it will be more convenient to take a taxi in the future.

This time things are perfectly resolved.Sherlock felt that he would be bored again for a while.

However, after a week.When John's blog came out, Sherlock suddenly found that whether it was a website or a blog, the number of cases whose commission quality was higher than that of Samsung suddenly increased.

"John! What the hell did you say in your blog?" Sherlock clicked on a case that was rated three stars and found that the subject was her cat's disappearance.

"Didn't you read it?" John put his fist against the smile on his lips.Sherlock didn't miss John's obvious smirk.Apparently, John's own embarrassment was entertaining, even if it wasn't on purpose.

"I think your article is fine..." Sherlock rolled his eyes.If there is a problem with the article, John can see it when he writes it.At the speed of John Two Finger Zen.

"You didn't read the comments," John pointed out.

Sherlock clicked on John's blog and read the comments. The latest one was posted by the parents of the students, but the tone was so weird.What is the cute detective, and Teddy?Well ignore, there's nothing he wants here.Continuing, when turning to page No.15, Sherlock saw a comment with more than a thousand replies, the commenter Hariye,,, John’s sister,, this is obviously a special mark set by John, because Sherlock You know, sister John's blog name is Queen Shirley.And the content of the comment.

'I'm curious about Sherlock finding out about this case, didn't he set up a scoring system on your computer too? ’ Reply, some of them were asking the same question, obviously they knew about Sherlock’s habits, but they didn’t expect that a case written by a female student would get a high score, including Lestrade and Mrs. Hudson.There is also a very magical character, Mrs. Holmes. Sherlock didn't expect his mother to be a fan of John. Could it be that he and John have been told?Some were surprised that they shared a computer, obviously new, but a ton of replies came after John replied, 'I think because there are keywords in the description, murder, disappearance, serial killer, police, suspicion, whatever, It's just a small piece of software.Easy for Sherlock. Sherlock was very happy to see the screaming reply from a large group of people below as if they had acquired new skills. . . . . .

Sherlock turned off the computer and tousled John's hair.John couldn't help laughing, maybe this gave Sherlock a new job.

Two days later, the scoring system of the computer was upgraded, and John found that sometimes even some homicide cases would be rejected by Sherlock's website. Well, it was actually cleared up in batches because of low scores.

Sherlock has set the difficulty level differently for his own website than for John's computer.John's blog was simpler, and Sherlock found that John paid extra attention to some small cases, some funny small cases.To be precise, there are some cases where Sherlock can see who is the criminal at a glance but cannot analyze the motive. . .Sherlock continued to be bored with these cases and threw John over, so he sent them to Priss.Then, John received a message from his son 'Daddy, he didn't do the emotional intelligence training for his father, so he sent it to me. John sighed, and dropped the idea of ​​these little cases being seen by Sherlock.

Sherlock pursed his lips behind the microscope and smiled, it seemed that the problem was solved.

Sherlock made it clear that he would never take these fantasy cases again.But it's ok to watch once in a while.

When John went shopping, he ran into McCoff's female secretary twice, and after asking about it, he got a reply that he had to tell Sherlock, so he ignored it.Mycroft would call John if there was something really urgent, because he knew that Sherlock would never obey him without leaving the office.

When John was out, Mycroft called Sherlock, but Sherlock ignored him. Nothing major happened recently, and Sherlock's information network can still know this.Lestrade called Sherlock and asked him to go to a crime scene and briefly inspect a body that should have appeared at the crash site in Germany but unexpectedly appeared in the trunk of a car in southeast London, Sherlock told Ray Strade, don't worry about this matter, if you really need it, call Mycroft directly.

Familiarity with his brother made Sherlock know that this kind of weird scene must have been written by those professional or non-professional M15 people under McCoff.But he didn't care why such a weird puzzle appeared, and maybe it was just for Lestrade to contact him, maybe it was just a coincidence.

Three days later, Sherlock felt that his boredom was starting to rise, but at this time John's website received a case with a score of seven.Client, Lestrade.Maybe he wanted to test his description on John's website. Obviously, he wisely did not choose to challenge Sherlock's website, and the recent decrease in calls from the client and Lestrade may be due to McCoff. What's wrong with him? What's the matter with him?When it comes to safety, he usually calls. Of course, McCoff usually calls and never texts. When was the last time he had a root canal treatment?

It is undeniable that the call records including the old Sherlock Holmes will be monitored, which is one of the reasons why he always likes to send text messages, why this time?Apparently Mycroft is waiting for him to ask or accept it the next time he texts, which is kind of weird, ignore it.

After watching it, Sherlock decides to ignore it, but John insists that Sherlock take over. "If you keep hitting the wall in boredom, I won't receive a single case for you. I believe your brother will help me."

Sherlock froze for a moment.Then, "Go, use computer video."

After John went out, Sherlock heard the phone ring, but, forget it, it must be Mycroft.After operating the computer a few times, Sherlock wrapped himself in a sheet and went to the living room to get himself a nicotine replacement and a cigarette.Well, he admits that sometimes this stops him from getting bored and exploding, and even, John stops him from hitting the wall. . . . . .

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☆、Queen, and, Queen

John arrived at the scene, holding up the computer helplessly. Obviously, this place is not under the jurisdiction of Inspector Lestrade, and the person in charge may be familiar with Lestrade, so he will allow a client to use the computer in the area under his jurisdiction. The police had stepped in and went to the Police Advisory Detective in another Detective Superintendent's area for help and, apparently, was blocked.

So Lestrade took over, and then wrote a letter of entrustment to this clever help-seeker due to his extra busy work recently.

After seeing the scene, including the client, Sherlock rolled his eyes, and the doorbell rang unfortunately.

"SHOUTUP!" For the senior Scotland Yard inspector chattering at the door and in the computer, this inspector seemed to have been warned by Lestrade, and, very upset, Sherlock frowned.

Mrs. Hodson entered with the bell ringer at the door.Two men in suits and leather shoes came in, "Sherlock, why don't you answer the door?" Seeing Sherlock's appearance, Mrs. Hudson pouted, expressing dissatisfaction, but she didn't say anything in front of outsiders.

"Go get him some clothes." The stronger one commanded the people behind.

"Mr. Sherlock Holmes. Come with us." The visitor looked at Sherlock's equipment. "Where you go will make you want to dress well."

(Coat £700)

(no weapons)

(manicure)

(Office work)

(right handed)

(indoor work)

(raise a puppy)

(two puppies)

(three puppies).

"I know where I'm going." Sherlock raised his eyebrows, and then the person came and picked Sherlock up without saying a word, because the guy was still wrapped in a sheet and stuffed into the car.It's not that Sherlock can't fight, but he doesn't want to fight like this.

When they arrived at Buckingham Palace, Sherlock sat on the sofa with a blank expression, and soon John was brought in.

"Are you wearing pants?" John saw that Sherlock was still as good as in the video.

"No," Sherlock shook his head.Then uncontrollable laughter came from the mouths of the two young men.

After a while, John rubbed his hands, "I'm trying to resist the urge to steal an ashtray."

"Ashtray. John, are you sure?" Sherlock looked at the place where the owner claimed that he didn't smoke. It was a big news that there would be an ashtray here.

"Actually, not quite sure. But what the hell are we here for?"

"I don't know, come to see me?" Sherlock made an exaggerated gesture, and then saw his brother, who was comparable to the British government, leading this man who looked like a butler but was definitely not a butler.

"It seems to be about the same," John stood up, and this man was a cabinet minister, wanting to show respect.

Sherlock pouted, not far off.

"Be more mature, Sherlock, this is Buckingham Palace." Mycroft looked helplessly at the still unhappy Sherlock, only feeling that his hairline was about to go up.

"Since I didn't come here voluntarily, you," Sherlock didn't finish speaking, and saw the man who looked like a butler greet John with a nasty smile on his face.

"This is John Watson. Former member of the Fifth Northumberland Regiment." Harry shook hands with John. "My employer is very interested in your blog. Especially the part about the aluminum crutches, but obviously I I don’t agree with little Mr. Holmes to return the crutches, so that you will completely forget how good it is.” Sherlock and Mycroft were making eye contact with Holmes on the other side, and Mycroft, who knew his brother’s mind like the back of his hand, was listening. After Harry vaguely pointed out Sherlock's intentions, the conversation over there was ended in time.

"Little Mr. Holmes, you look taller than in the photo." Harry shook hands with Sherlock.

"It's your specialty to be good at catching angles." Sherlock made a pun, and the first round of confrontation ended.

Mycroft insisted that Sherlock wear the clothes, based on the fact that his client absolutely deserved respect.Eye contact, the rebellious child was suppressed by his brother.

Sherlock was taken to another room to change.From the communication just now, Sherlock learned that all this is actually the government's precautionary measures, especially for an uncertain factor.But obviously a person who dares to fight against the royal family is not a very interesting opponent.There are probably too many scruples about being related to the government.

When Sherlock was neatly dressed and sat in the position just now, Mycroft had already ordered tea to be served.

"Okay, let me be a mother for a while. (host)" Mycroft poured tea into each cup.

"One sentence sums up our entire childhood." Sherlock rolled his eyes. He has been like this since he was a child, with a strong desire for control.And it's damn comprehensive.

Mycroft glanced at John, obviously hoping that John would stop Sherlock from talking like before.But John ignored this, Sherlock couldn't get used to it, and couldn't keep it in check.Just like now, it belongs to the state of indiscriminate attack.

"Okay, now, can you tell me what kind of commission I need to accept." Sherlock really couldn't find any other words to express his emotions. Maybe he could try popular literature next time. was deleted.Delete forever.

"Okay," Harry coughed lightly, as if to organize his thoughts, "My employer has a problem."

"It's a very sensitive trouble that can easily lead to crime." Mycroft saw that Harry couldn't organize his words.So he continued.But he obviously forgot that if it was Harry, maybe Sherlock would give him some face, and he wished for luck.

"Why are you looking for me?" Sherlock immediately turned on the attack mode, "You have a bunch of people who can be called the police, and there are CIA agents who seem to be available. Don't you even trust your own men?"

"They are willing to spy on anyone, for money." Mycroft said he couldn't believe it, obviously he also discovered Sherlock's state, which was a scene that he only saw when he was a child.Could it be that Sherlock returned to his childhood state just because of his own words?

"A lot of people are looking for you, aren't they?" Harry said, uncomfortable with Sherlock's obvious sarcasm.

"None of those people have their own navy." Sherlock's artillery shifted, but it was obviously much better than the indiscriminate attack just now.But he still succeeded in shutting Hai Rui up.Looking at the embarrassed Hai Rui, John raised his teacup as a signal.The two drank tea calmly.

"And I have a case now." Sherlock was a rebellious kid at this moment.There is a feeling that no matter you, I don't listen.

"The small case of the backfire of the car can be closed immediately, and you can take over the next one." McCoff waved his hand disdainfully.And stop Sherlock before he can speak.

"Okay, we came to you because we believed in you." Mycroft was a little helpless.

"I don't think I, an anti-social person, is the right candidate." Sherlock frowned. He didn't want to deal with the government. Even if he had done so occasionally before, it was just casual or one-line contact with McCoff. This time, this person is obviously not controllable. Range of uncontrollable Harry.

"But Sherlock Holmes is." Mycroft looked at his younger brother who had always claimed to be anti-social. When did this disguise start?For the first time, Mycroft reflected on what his brother regarded as a betrayal.Sherlock was very cute when he was a child.

"And for several generations." Harry added in a timely manner.

"Can you represent your employer?" Sherlock fixed his eyes on Minister Harry's eyes, seeing that Harry felt a little guilty for no reason, and felt that he lacked confidence in what was clearly the truth.Adjusted the posture "Of course."

"How much do you know about this woman?" Mycroft handed Sherlock a portfolio, which contained a bunch of photos.

Open it and have a look, Sherlock said, seeing you for the first time.

"I don't know," Sherlock looked through the pictures, well, I probably understand a little bit, this woman seems a bit wild.

John took the picture that Sherlock handed over, and John, who knew women better, felt that he shouldn't drink tea.

"It seems that you don't care about gossip." Harry was a little embarrassed, and it would be easier for Sherlock to explain it if he knew about it.

"I never care about useless things." Sherlock looked at John who seemed to know something. "Maybe if you ask John, he will give you some answers."

John put down his teacup in embarrassment, "About her occupation?"

"Well, it seems that he doesn't know either." Sherlock glanced at Mycroft with satisfaction.Mycroft looked at his younger brother who looked like a demonstrative expression, and it seemed that he was much better than before.

"This woman was popular in all the news last year. Not long ago, she destroyed a writer's marriage by having an affair with both parties." Harry explained.

"Is there any difference?" Sherlock blinked at Harry, agreeing to his commission did not mean that he would accept this unfocused narrative.

"This woman is commonly known as The Woman. Her profession is called by herself, 'The Queen of Sadism'" Mycroft looked at Sherlock with dilated pupils, "It's not the kind you're interested in, it's in the sexual relationship."

Sherlock wanted to protest but was held back by John.Looking over for some reason, Sherlock swore he saw embarrassment in John's expression.What's wrong?The corners of Sherlock's mouth drooped slightly, which was a small gesture of his doubts, and no one except McCoff knew about it.

"It's not important." Mycroft stopped Sherlock from asking questions. "What's important is that this, Irene Adler, has a photo of someone who is very important to my boss."

"Obviously" Sherlock's catchphrase. "Whose?"

"It's not convenient to say this, but I can only tell you that it is a young woman." Mycroft looked at Harry. “Important to the owner here”

"The scale is not small, and the number is quite a lot." Sherlock looked at Irene Adler's website slogan, "Is she demonstrating to you?"

"That's right," Harry nodded, "Do you want to take this case?"

"What case?" Sherlock put the portfolio on the table. "Give her as much as she wants. Buy the photos."

"She doesn't want money." Mycroft rubbed the bridge of his nose. "She told us about the existence of the photo, and then used this in exchange for some initiative."

"Queen, and, Queen" Sherlock raised an eyebrow. "What can we decide in this game?"

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"The photo, as long as you can get it, the initiative is in our hands." Mycroft nodded, as if agreeing to something, and then saw Sherlock get up and prepare to leave.

"So you accept it?" Harry pressed. "Can you get it?"

"I'm not surprised you couldn't get the photos." Sherlock adjusted his collar. "Of course I can, but I need some equipment."

"What do you need?" Harry was about to pull out his check book.

"Can you give me your lighter, matches are fine too." Sherlock hung his coat on his hand.

"I don't smoke." Harry seemed violated.

"But your boss smokes." Sherlock looked at the few people behind, his attention was attracted.very good.

"I thought no one in the Commonwealth knew about this." Harry took out his lighter.

"Apparently no one in the Commonwealth has been able to get the picture either." Sherlock gave the standard Sherlock Holmes wink.Then they walked away, and someone took them away.

In the taxi, John asked Sherlock why he knew someone smoked.Sherlock showed John the ashtray he had hidden, and the two young men were laughing happily in the carriage. The M15 driving ahead was debating whether to tell the boss about it, and they were debating all the way to 221B.

It was morning, and John looked at Sherlock blankly browsing Irene's website.

The content on the webpage is nothing special to Sherlock except for the aesthetics of violence, but obviously, this woman is very popular, at least, the number of hits on the website is much higher than Sherlock's own. . .

Hack into a website with another IP address.Irene Adler's personal information is blank.Well, it seems not a child's play.

Sherlock put down the computer and walked behind John, hanging behind John's back.

"Get ready, we'll set off later." Sherlock reached out and closed John's blog.Laptops with touchscreens are handy at times.

"What?" John looked up, he was writing the latest case.

"It hasn't been resolved, don't write it up." Sherlock shared John's computer and put the computer in the front position.Keep John out of reach.

"It's not ashamed. It means you are popular." John looked at Sherlock who was inexplicably entangled.

Sherlock shrugged, he didn't care, he just didn't want to.Going to the wardrobe in the bedroom, Sherlock rummaged through his uniform.This woman is intelligent, perhaps, um, in any way less suspicious?

Half an hour later, Sherlock in a black shirt, trousers, and silver-gray coat appeared in the living room.

"Hello, vicar (pastor)" John nodded, and had to say that this dress suits Sherlock quite well. "What do I need to cooperate with you?"

"We'll talk about it there," Sherlock was a little confused for a moment, and things seemed a little wrong with this smart woman.

"address?"

Sherlock looked at John who had put on his coat and smiled, John was just waiting to go out.But these things don't need to be deduced, it's obvious, isn't it?Shaking the phone and looking at the address he got from Mycroft, Sherlock called the taxi that had been wandering around, "Do I still need to tell you the address?"

"I think so, sir." The driver turned his head and smiled awkwardly. "Okay, go here," Sherlock handed over the phone, the driver glanced at it, and set off.

John watched the exchange between the two and thought, well, Holmes is omnipotent.

Nearby, Sherlock adjusted his coat.Well, maybe there's something wrong with that.But, okay, "John, punch me."

"What?" John felt like he didn't want to hear clearly.

"Punch me in the face," repeated Sherlock, still hoping that everything would go according to plan.

"Listen, I want to hit you, but not now, nor for the next meeting. From the perspective of someone who often deals with smart people, you'd better go directly."

"Well." Sherlock leaned closer, "Are you reluctant?" The next second, the fist of the Afghan military doctor hit that face.Pain, as a detective, Sherlock will accurately analyze the cause and degree of pain, but as a person who has rarely been injured since childhood, Sherlock admits that he is a little afraid of pain. "OKEnough~Jack." Sherlock tried to open his eyes, believe him, this action is not easy at this time.

"I thought you'd want to do it again," John said, pleased with the effect he'd had for a long time.

"NO, that's fine." Sherlock moved his numb muscles, "I have to admit your combat effectiveness as a military doctor."

Pretending to be a priest who was robbed and his companions entered Irene Adler's apartment, John checked the terrain under the pretext of getting medicine, and Sherlock sat in a room that looked like a living room.And then, oh god.

"Hello, I think Kate asked for your name after finishing."

"Yes, my name is." Sherlock paused.

"False names are always easy to forget, especially when you are frightened." Irene Adler walked into the room in a hurry, and came to Sherlock.

"Throw away those disguises," said Irene, "Be more real, Mr. Sherlock Holmes. You are, does Vicar know what is the biggest weakness of disguise? It can only be transformed into a self-portrait."

"Miss Irene Adler." Sherlock promised that his hands would not touch the naked woman on his body.This uncontrollable feeling excited and terrified him, so much so that, apparently, Irene Adler was already sitting on his lap and he didn't get out of his thoughts.

"Look at this cheekbone, if you hit it, you will cut your hand."

"Want to try?" Sherlock raised an eyebrow.

"No." After finishing speaking, Irene turned and sat on the sofa on the other side. Of course, she was still naked.

"Uh." John came over with a basin of ice water.I saw Irene facing the door, and Sherlock who was clearly arranging his clothes.He had no doubt that Irene was on his lap just now, because it could be seen from Sherlock's expression.

"What did I miss?" John put the things in his hands on the table, and sat down next to Sherlock.

Sherlock felt that this was more natural, "No."

"Indeed, Dr. Watson, you don't have to worry, the marks you made with your technique won't do any damage to this face." Irene smiled, "What an enviable Sherlock Holmes." Irene was vague, and Sherlock didn't Make sure that's what he meant. "What about the traveler's case?"

"The technique is obvious," Sherlock pouted, "so let's focus on our purpose."

"You're here for the pictures, but you can't get them," Irene stood up, which made John a little embarrassed, Sherlock handed the coat to Eileen, and then, well, John's expression was more colorful, but he recovered quickly normal. "So let's chat."

"How do you know about the traveler's case?" Naturally, the job of chatting could not be given to Sherlock, so John took over.

"There is a policeman who is my client." Irene said slowly, "And I am more interested in these."

"You like cases?" John raised an eyebrow, which is not normal for a criminal, or someone who is clearly not a law-abiding person.

Sherlock squinted, the little doctor's brain hadn't reacted yet, it was obvious.

"No, I like it, detective stories. And detectives," Erin pointed out, "IQ is the new sexy."

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Sherlock scanned the room, pretending to be a good deduction.If he guessed right, this room was where Irene Adler put the picture.But where?

"That case is very simple," Sherlock waved his hand, "There is nothing to talk about."

"Let me think, sexy." Erin said in a provocative tone.

"Just as everyone can see, so can you." Sherlock thought thoughtfully. "The only thing that's different is your mind, when you get into your mind, when you're in it, it's like the most beautiful"

"□□" Irene answered, and then recalled in a way of recalling.

"Why don't you try?" Sherlock winked at John when he saw that his goal had been achieved.John walks out the door, and a few minutes later, the alarm goes off.

Irene, who came out of her thoughts, glanced at the mirror on the wall for the first time.A beautiful framed mirror, above the fireplace.

"Thank you" Sherlock walked to the mirror, pushed it away, and a small safe appeared, "A mother cares most about her children, isn't she?"

"John, the alarm can be turned off." Sherlock observed the safe. "Now, the code."

"It's all in front of you, I've already told you." Irene didn't feel flustered or otherwise deceived, but instead showed confidence.This surprised Sherlock, this is not a simple interpreter.

The alarm outside stopped, but it wasn't just John who entered the door.

"Hello, Miss Adler." An American pointed a gun at John's head and said, "Now, kneel down and don't move."

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