{Fuhua}Stop it Sherlock

Scam.

"Okay, youwin." Mycroft conceded.An untimely gasp sounded, Mrs. Holmes looked at Sherlock dissatisfied, and Mycroft coughed lightly.

"Seven years." Sherlock nodded, "okay, mom. everything is fine."

"The three of you father and son will only tell me this. Don't think that I, an old woman, don't know anything." Mrs. Holmes muttered, and the two young ones chose not to hear it.John made a sign to Holmes, seven.Sherlock smiled, no matter how you look at it, it's a bit flattering.

"Everything is fine, grandma~" Puliss fed the grandmother a mouthful of pudding, and then the two older ones took the opportunity to go downstairs.Sherlock looked at his phone, which said, 'Goodbye, Mr. Holmes. '

"Listen, this mobile phone is her life-saving talisman. If the mobile phone is gone, then we will see her dead body soon."

"But it won't be her body, otherwise it wouldn't be in your hands." Mycroft looked at his younger brother, when did he fall in love with a woman?

"Of course, as long as the identity of the corpse is her, we can know the next step. Now, tell me what's in her mobile phone?" Sherlock is only fascinated by the unknown, and this woman is like a puzzle, but Now, the puzzle is almost solved.

The bell rang, and Mycroft received a report from his subordinates.

"Let's take a look at your next step." Mycroft didn't mind cooperating with his brother under the condition of ensuring safety.

The author has something to say: [-] chapters, one more chapter, and yes, the author is crazy and is torturing his own manuscripts. I am the one who is here to report

☆, light cream

In the forensic room, Jasmine and Priss, who insisted on following, regretted seeing this corpse. The completely unrecognizable naked woman was really not suitable for a pre-Christmas dinner show.

"It's her." Sherlock said after looking at the body.

"I'm going to tell John Daddy that you memorized a woman's measurements." Priss looked at the two big Holmes. "Sister Jasmine, let's go back first. I'm hungry." Priss, are you sure it's appropriate for you to say that you're hungry in the forensic room?No matter what, he understood what his father meant, and Jasmine led him away first.

"Would you like to consider raising Pulis for me for two years?" Mycroft looked at the child's mischievous smile and felt that the child was simply too much for him.

"Don't even think about it." Sherlock touched the phone in his pocket, "Now, what's in the phone."

With a sigh, Mycroft explained the Coventry plan.

"So your last phone call, and the male corpse that suddenly appeared in the trunk were all part of your plan." Sherlock sighed. It turned out that he knew about it a long time ago, but he just didn't pay attention.

"Not only that, but there are also those lost corpses, you just haven't noticed them all the time." Mycroft smiled, "This way you can participate in another Coventry project. Do you feel familiar?"

"No, it's a feeling, it's observation." Sherlock did sense familiarity from it. This method is very similar to Moriarty's style, controlling everything, leaving investigators behind, and all plans must be passively carried out. Moreover, from Ai Lin Adler knew that someone was behind her when she knew his name and purpose. Now it seems that this person is very likely to be Moriarty, just like the criminals used by Moriarty, Sherlock Need to wait for Irene Adler to show up and admit it herself.

Moriarty, every time he encounters problems, it becomes difficult to deal with.

"Smoking a cigarette?"

"Smoking in public seems to be against the law." She said, but Sherlock lit it anyway.

"This is a morgue, and it won't affect the health of several people." Mycroft also lit one for himself. These weren't what Sherlock usually smoked when he relieved his anxiety, but they were considered cigarettes.

"Low-tar, what's the point?" Sherlock let out a sigh of disgust, flicking the soot, "Go back, there are still people waiting."

"Yes, and Merry Christmas."

"You too, Merry Christmas." Sherlock didn't choose to go back in the same car with Mycroft, so the taxi that was still open for Christmas was born gloriously.

Back at 221B, the old and the young have already set the dining table, John and Lestrade are sitting on the sofa that Sherlock and John usually sit on, with a newspaper in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other, and they go upstairs The voice sounded, and the two put down the things in their hands at the same time and looked towards the door.

After the two brothers came in, the two closest people could smell the smoke on their bodies. They frowned at the same time, took off the smelly coat, and pushed the two brothers to the dining table.

"Grandmother. John daddy told me that it's hard to imagine what it's like to have a Christmas dinner with my uncle, don't you need to imagine it now?" Price suddenly said this while enjoying the panna cotta, and then saw Holmes The lady smiled happily and wiped the milk mustache from Price's mouth.

Irene's body was discovered in good time, because on the third day, McCoff received a call from Irene, or a message that was sent to him specifically, that she was still alive.

"Okay, An Siya, go pick up this lady, and, forget it, you go first. See what she wants, and agree to her if it's not too much." Since it's another Coventry, then it must be perfect.

Sherlock has recently experienced a feeling of being a child, and this state of being filled with unknown thoughts is not suitable for thinking, so using music to export it is a good way.Price's holiday was still several days away, and the Holmes went back the day after Christmas, of course, booking the last week of Price's holiday.

Now, Priss is dancing to the music composed by Sherlock. I have to admit that this kid has no talent in music but has a surprisingly good sense of rhythm.Even when Sherlock hasn't completely finished the tune, he can follow the rhythm and have his own ending action, but. "Price, I don't think I wrote dance music."

"Daddy~" Priss looked at John for help.

"Sherl, try it?" John hugged the jumping figure. "Perhaps, in fact, dance music will better express your meaning. Those rhythms and notes are like jumping and filling your song. In fact, changing the rhythm is very simple, isn't it? Your father is reminiscing about the good times he and his brother had when they were young." Time, but don’t tell him about this, maybe you can find time to tell your uncle.” The last sentence was whispered to Puliss, and then the father and son laughed like hamsters on the sofa, and Sherlock learned from John and Pulis’s From the small movements of inertia, it can be guessed that these two people are talking about him and Mycroft.But let them be, John, who grins like a hamster, isn't often seen.

"John, I'm out of whipping cream at home, can you help me go to the supermarket to buy some?" Mrs. Hudson went upstairs, and then looked at the father and son playing on the sofa, "Maybe I can try to ask Sherlock for help?"

"Unless you want to see all the supermarkets turn the occupants of 221B into no-goers." John put Priss down and watched Sherlock recording the melody "Maybe plus messing with all the thieves in the supermarket, Mrs. Hudson, I'll be back soon, Christmas dinner consumes a lot of stored vegetables."

"Yes, it is wise to store a lot of vegetables in such weather, of course in our time..." Mrs. Hudson and John's voice gradually faded after they went out, and Sherlock Continuing to change the score into dance music, Priss lay down in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, "Dad, it's the cell phone auntie, dressed very sexy, and let daddy get in the car. What about Mrs. Hudson's whipped cream?"

"Shall we go buy it?" Priss looked at Sherlock in surprise, "Are you serious?"

"Two minutes, get dressed, we're going to keep you John daddy safe first." Sherlock put down the violin, Pulis jumped over all obstacles, and quickly put on his coat.

"I'm ready."

"Go." The voices of Sherlock and Priss going out startled Mrs. Hodson, "What are the father and son going to do?" Then Sherlock disappeared.

Sherlock naturally couldn't be jumping up and down with a nine-year-old child, but thanks to the GPS on John's phone, a taxi drove out to the level of an agent, led by a certain M15.

In front of an abandoned factory, Pulis jumped on Sherlock's back, and then watched the slender Sherlock sneak into the factory completely silently.

In the factory, Irene Adler, who had just been officially confirmed dead, stood in front of John generously.Listening to the conversation between the two, Sherlock pursed his lips silently.Pulis lip-synced, 'Daddy is jealous. ' Sherlock rubbed his head.Then, seeing Irene take out her mobile phone to send a text message, Sherlock and Priss turned around and prepared to leave, but the sound of gasping came out quickly, and John quickly walked towards the hiding place of the two, and then saw nothing.

"Where are we going now?" Priss asked on Sherlock's back, showing no intention of getting off, and Sherlock didn't feel the impact of this little kid hanging on his back.

"Buy whipped cream." Sherlock got into the taxi with the kid hanging on his body under Pulis's surprised eyes.Went to the supermarket.

It was really the first time for Sherlock to come to the supermarket, he was very disgusted with this kind of excessive crowd, and the fast information processing would make his brain run at high load.And too much useless information will make him feel bored, which is why he is unwilling to do the subway and would rather take the car.But now, he can just stare at his son who turns into a little lunatic when he gets to a crowded place, and buy whipped cream before he finds the candy section.

After 10 minutes, the task was completed, and Sherlock returned to 221B with Pulis, who was not convinced.

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☆、The Tragedy of the Robbers

In front of the door, Sherlock put Puliss down.The door lock showed signs of violence, and when she opened the door, Sherlock used gestures to tell Priss to hide in Mrs. Hudson's room.There were signs of dragging on the stairs and signs of struggle on the walls, but it could not be ruled out that Mrs. Hudson left it on purpose.

Upstairs, the last Yankee put a gun to Mrs. Hudson's head, and Mrs. Hudson sat down in a chair and wept.There are injuries on the face.And the Yankee had blood on his ring.Sherlock's eyes were instantly cold, and when he looked at the person, he was no longer looking at a person but a dissecting experimental subject.

"Sherlock, oh~" Mrs. Hudson looked at Sherlock pitifully.

"Don't cry, it's okay."

"Crying won't help, no, bullets can't be stopped with tears." The Yankee's poor grammar made Charlotte curl her lips.

"Aren't you just going to point your gun with the muffler on someone's head and get what you want? Can't you use some clever tricks?" Eyes, Carotid Artery, Skull, Artery, Pulmonary, Rib Artery, Lungs, Ribs) Sherlock quickly scanned the deadly points he could hit, turned and put the coat on the sofa.The movement made the Yankee take a half-step forward, but Sherlock quickly turned around.

"I have what you want, why don't you find me?" Sherlock moved his wrist.

"That's what I found out after asking the poor old lady and getting nothing." The Yankee lowered his gun to Mrs. Hudson's head.Sherlock waved his arms in a funny way, "I think your inquiry must include this." The arm shook slightly, and then his left leg swept past Mrs. Hudson and kicked the Yankee in the face.The fist hit the back of the head and temple of the other two.Instant form change.The American passed out, and was firmly bound to the chair by Sherlock.

Picking up the Yankee's gun, Sherlock had to affirm that the so-called agent training was still very useful in terms of fighting ability, although this did not improve their IQ, at least they woke up quickly.Sherlock is calling Lestrade's phone, and it is rare for him to not answer for such a long time. Could it be that Mycroft is harassing him again?

John went upstairs, "Sherlock, you left Priss down there alone! Oh my God, what happened up there?"

"That kid can't be lost. Mrs. Hudson was hijacked by robbers. Fortunately, I came back and maintained the peace of the universe. Now I am praying for the security of Scotland Yard. Take her downstairs and let Priss comfort her."

John went over to help Mrs. Hudson down the stairs. Now was not a good time.

"Ah, Lestrade, you finally answer the phone, there are robbers in our apartment 221B, but they are subdued, send your least annoying men, and an ambulance, no, no, we are all right , The robber was seriously injured, his ribs were broken, his skull was shattered, his lungs were probably perforated, and the three of them fell under the window sill when they were trying to escape. You know, there is a particularly strong iron fence made by John there." Sherlock His tone and expression made people feel that he sympathized with the three robbers.Even Lestrade dropped the phone in some surprise.

The three robbers in the room looked at each other in blank dismay. When did he get so badly injured?After hanging up the phone, Sherlock looked at the three prey in the room with cold eyes. "As a good citizen, it's not right to lie to the police, especially if you have young children at home." That's normal, but coming from someone with multiple dicks, tsk tsk.

"However, fortunately, while I am proficient in fighting and swordsmanship, I am also proficient in anatomy, so I can basically make you present the above-mentioned disabilities. Look, how lucky you are."

Five minutes later, three human bodies fell from the second floor onto the rather strong iron fence that John pressed, "It must have hurt." Mrs. Hudson said while looking out the window, "I should have installed arrows instead of Armrest." John was treating Mrs. Hudson's face wound, and Price, who was holding iodine, nodded in approval.

When Lestrade arrived, he saw Sherlock's cold face and John's angry face, while Price and Mrs. Hudson looked at the robbers being carried on the stretcher in horror, and the righteous detective was instantly angry.After seeing the twisted robbers, Lestrade thoughtfully next to Sherlock "How many times did you let them fall?"

"The situation is rather chaotic, I don't remember." Sherlock blinked, but simply closed and opened his eyes, but the ice in his eyes had dissipated.

"Actually, you can throw it a few more times. Your house is only on the second floor." Lestrade shrugged and prepared to get into the police car and leave.

"Give the man to Mycroft. He'll take care of it." Sherlock knew that Lestrade couldn't interrogate anything.The detective turned his head, "Do you think I have a better choice? Given that the robber robbed his brother's landlord."

Mrs. Hudson was still panting when the people from 221B returned to the house. "Mrs. Hudson, laugh out loud." John looked at Holmes and his son, who clearly saw through Mrs. Hudson's acting skills, and shook his head.

"Hahaha," Mrs. Hudson couldn't help breaking the news.

"So, where's the phone?" John rarely saw Sherlock take out a Christmas egg tart from the refrigerator, and Pulis took a bite of it. Sherlock was embarrassed and gave up.

"In a place I thought was safe." Sherlock put the whipped cream into the refrigerator.

"It's actually in the pocket of my father's second-best bathrobe." Pulis got a bottle of glucose from the ambulance staff. After eating the egg tart, Pulis thought of the use of glucose.

"I moved it," said Mrs. Hudson, pulling the phone out of her breast pocket. "Those Americans are far worse at messing things up than you are. They thought I was crying."

"I have said more than once that Mrs. Hudson is the guarantee of peace in England." Sherlock put his arms around his dear landlady and smiled smugly.

Price stayed downstairs, and John asked Sherlock to go upstairs together to see if the Americans had sorted out anything by the way. . .Sherlock touched his nose, shouldn't it be time to clean up?

"Tell me, your plan," John sat on Sherlock's usual chair, "I don't want to receive your experimental needle when I was strapped with a bomb like last time."

"I promise not this time." Sherlock knew that although the last incident was an emergency, there were unexpected gains.

"Is there no need to bundle explosives or use experimental needles?" John was not satisfied with Sherlock's answer.

Sherlock rubbed his nose, as if he really shouldn't have kept it from John.

The wives of the Holmes family are serious people.

Mrs. Hudson disagreed with Price's lunch of fast food, so when the aroma came, Sherlock and John finished their conversation and went downstairs to have lunch with Mrs. Hudson.

Mycroft's phone rang during the lunch break, Sherlock looked at the prompt on the phone, and sighed to connect.

"She's gone," Mycroft said in a strange voice.

"Everything is under your control," Sherlock calculated the process, "but we can't find her." Mycroft said helplessly, "It's like every time you run away from home, it takes me a long time to find her." Make sure you show up at the door again."

"Are you agreeing with the incompetence of your men or is it like you can't find Moriarty's whereabouts? Your monitors still have dead ends that can be found."

"Sherlock, you need to determine her location." Mycroft had no intention of arguing with Sherlock about this. What is most needed now is to be able to control the actions of criminals and catch them when they commit crimes.

Sherlock curled his lips and hung up the phone. On the other side, Mycroft looked at his subordinate, "It's okay, he agreed." The subordinate had already gotten used to the strange and tacit communication method of the Holmes brothers, and left the office.

The author has something to say: Back to normal, I found that updating too many manuscripts will be very tiring, in fact, I am still a manuscript~

Also, today is the birthday of one of my sisters, whether you can see it or not, I am sorry that I forgot last year, this year, happy birthday!Wish you all the best in Germany.

☆, classmate father and son party

Late at night, through homeless people and satellites, as well as records of entering and leaving London, Sherlock determined that Irene Adler was still in London.

Priss watched his father finally take a break from his busy schedule and walked over to pick Sherlock's trousers.

"Why don't you let my uncle check it out?" Pulis didn't know about Sherlock and Mycroft's plan, only that his uncle called and his father was busy all afternoon.

"Because uncle can't leave his office easily, so your father never sits in the office." John came over and grabbed Puliss down. God knows that Sherlock's suits are difficult to get and they are super easy to wrinkle.There's no denying that it looks great on Sherlock.

Sherlock smiled, walked to the window and picked up the violin, and an Ode to Joy floated over the apartment.

When twelve o'clock struck, Sherlock stopped his bow and said, "Happy New Year, John."

"Happy New Year," John looked at the sleeping Priss, "This kid really can't appreciate your classical music. He fell asleep after you played Ode to Joy." Sherlock shook his head, then took out his phone ,Edit SMS.At the same time, the signal of the communication satellite was displayed on the computer.

After 3 minutes, Sherlock nodded. A smart woman, she knew that the communication satellite would reveal her location, so she didn't reply.However, a small virus that followed the text message exposed the woman's location in an instant. As long as she didn't delete the text message, she would follow her all the time.

'Near Martinton Street, you can find her. SH'

'Your game is on. MH' From now on, Mycroft is no longer involved in Sherlock and Irene Adler's affairs, however, this does not prevent him from dealing with Irene Adler.If Sherlock knew, he would probably hate politicians even more.

In the New Year, just like any other day, Sherlock and Puliss began to teach daily, and then under the disapproving eyes of John and Mrs. Hudson, they changed the experimental objects from human body structure to plants and pollen that were easy to accept. Sherlock made Puliss Stein began to make his own pollen maps, soil maps, and plant distribution maps.John once asked Sherlock how long it took to remember this, and Sherlock looked at John, "This is common sense."

John wanted to pry open his head and stuff common sense of normal people, such as who the prime minister is, into his head.

Two days later, a visitor knocked on the door of 221B, and the regular rhythm revealed the identity and attitude of the visitor.Sherlock doesn't want to bother, but it's really boring recently, especially when everything is waiting to follow up, but there is no time for human manipulation.

Priss ran to open the door, and then "Student Slater?" The kid at the door had his hair neatly combed and was wearing a small three-piece suit, with his chin raised slightly, and a large three-piece suit stood beside him.

"Hi, Mr. Slater. My father and daddy are upstairs, are you here to look for them?" At a young age, his eyes were extremely sharp.And the words used can be called rude but so taken for granted, it is really the tradition of the Holmes family.thought Mr. Slater, standing at the door.From his father's generation, Slater, as the most powerful family among the British aristocracy, was a head shorter than all Sherlock Holmes, due to their inherited self-confidence and control, and now, they have more damn observation.Lester looked at the illegitimate son of Holmes Jr. in the report, and had no doubts, because Holmes Jr.'s depravity years ago is still the only break point, but because Holmes Jr. does not participate in politics, this break point is damn useless. not on.

"How dare you talk to my father like that." Angel Slater looked at the classmates in front of him.

"As an honor student in the school year, I don't think you are right, Slater. I will report your performance to Mr. Gravin. In view of this, I will exercise the right to inspect in the last week of vacation." Puli Si smiled decently and spoke very fast, but he ensured that he understood the two three-piece suits in front of him.

"You are an annoying child just like your father." Slater is Sherlock's senior, because Sherlock was overheard by the school supervisor when Sherlock revealed, or inadvertently told his secrets, so he was taboo against this junior Mo Shen.

And Slater Jr., if this generation hadn't had Holmes in school, he'd be one of the top ten candidates for honors.Because of a little Sherlock Holmes, he didn't even have a chance to be a candidate.

"Daddy said people hate their dads because of the dirty things they did to themselves. …"

"Price, why did you wait so long at the door?" John went downstairs and interrupted Price.

"Nothing, daddy, they are my classmates. They should come to find father and you." Priss turned around, "I'll take them upstairs right away. Please follow me."

"I hope they can bring some fun to your father. He's almost moldy." John shook his head. In fact, he heard the two people, Pris and the door, and he knew what the father and son said at a glance.

"Things that make fathers feel interesting are often very expensive." Puliss' helpless expression well interprets the role of helplessness to his childish father.

John rubbed Price's head, then carried him straight up the stairs.If you ignore the disdain on Mr. Slater's face and the jealous desire mixed with little Slater, the picture will be more beautiful.

"Father, someone is looking for you." Puliss threw himself on Sherlock, who was lying dead on the sofa. Sherlock hugged Pulis in his arms without any image, and then raised his eyes, "I know you, tell me, save me Your series of family introductions, don't let me hear useless things."

"Mr. Holmes, maybe you should change into a suit of suitable clothes instead of a nightgown." Slater looked at the damned graceful little Holmes, who was clearly unreasonable in his posture, and instantly the damned feeling from childhood returned.

"People who ask for others are not qualified to make demands, and you are not the British government." Sherlock rolled his eyes, and let Priss go. "Go and get a drink."

"Pay attention to whether there is anything in the cup." John reminded that Sherlock often misplaced the test items.It was well intentioned, but Mr. Slater didn't appreciate it, because his face was even uglier.

Pulis quickly came to have a cup of coffee and drank a cup of coke that was similar in color to the coffee. With a playful wink, Pulis saw the little surprise in Lester's eyes.If Mycroft were here, it would have occurred to him, never let a politician take hold of your weaknesses.

"Mr. Holmes, since your family is also a member of the nobility, so,"

"Slater, just because I let you skip your family history doesn't mean you have to recite mine. So, the point." Holmes sat on the sofa and rolled his eyes.

"Slater," Mr. Slater corrected, as if offended. "You are addressing a noble..."

"Two choices, focus, or go out." Sherlock pointed to the door, this senior is best at memorizing family history.What else would he do?

"Okay," the noble's kung fu is still in place at some times, for example, to recognize the situation clearly. "The point is, there has recently been a strange thief who specifically stole noble secrets, including items, documents, and people. No one knows what his purpose is, and no one has seen him except those who were stolen. Perhaps. Before each theft, he would find the owner’s study to put down the challenge book, and even some secrets that only the owner knew would be stolen by him. And his next target is our family.”

"So you take this little devil with you?" Sherlock pointed to the little devil whose eyes suddenly became moist, "to hide your real goal? The child born to you by your high school classmate really stayed? How did you Lied to your father? No it wasn't her Apparently you dumped her and only recently got it back, it looks like the baby is still there, poor woman, who are you protecting now? A lovely daughter? Or a, ah, congratulations No wonder the value of this kid is gone. Look at the hair on your collar, two little guys in elementary school are so close? You would rather hug them in a coat worth 1200 pounds." Sherlock said again Lying on the sofa, and looking at the father and son in front of him.

Everyone in the room was embarrassed.John's cell phone rang, it was a text message.

"Sherlock." John tapped the phone, "Your mother, I want you to help him. For the little one's mother."

"Which little guy? Is it his baby or our baby's classmate?"

"Sherlock!" John saw that the child was already crying but there was no big movement, only tears kept falling.

"Very weak," Sherlock commented, "Okay, which one?"

"Benjamin Slater." John said a name, and saw the child's tears stop.His face became pale, and his eyes began to darken.

"Who is that?" Sherlock turned his head and asked Mr. Slater, "Don't look at me like that, don't try to lie to me, you can tell it's not this brat just by looking at his expression."

"Sherl! Just, stop it." John signaled Pulis to take the child away.Otherwise, I don't know what kind of blow this child will suffer, although the current blow is enough.

The author has something to say: let me declare that Slater here is an authentic British surname, which means a person with power, not the Slytherin borrowed from it, although I am also a Harry fan.

☆, noble

After the two little ones left, Slater took a sip of coffee, and then his voice was a little hoarse, but it returned to normal by the second syllable, "He, is my eldest son. The child of a lesbian student in high school back then .”

"Congratulations~" Sherlock's false congratulations made people helpless. "I got the name, but after graduating from college I just..."

"We don't want to hear about your love history. Obviously that child is not your treasure so you don't have to worry. It's just that stupid woman who was self-righteous and asked for help from your mother, so she let my mother know. So, as long as the child lives well , no one will threaten him, except, his brothers. Half-brothers." Sherlock waved his hand, and motioned for Slater to continue.

"If the thief is mistaken, isn't it?"

"How cool you are! You are make of ice, right" John interrupted Slater, obviously very angry.

When can a father give up his child, Sherlock looked at this, father.

"How many of you have been stolen?"

"More than five, just known ones. There are others who were stolen and didn't tell anyone so."

"Why did you come to me?"

"You have to believe in your reputation. Although the credibility of what the newspaper says is not high, sometimes the right power will allow me to get the information I need."

"Ah, yes, the Leicester family, we are all like thunder."

"Yes, Slater." Slater corrected again.

"Let a few poor people you know protect the scene, and you will take me to the scene in 10 minutes, Mr. Slater." John gestured to Sherlock to change his words, and then used a floating motion Go to the bedroom and change clothes.

Ten minutes later, with a coat and three-piece standard equipment, Sherlock took the scarf that John handed over, wrapped it around his neck, and went out. There were two children at home, so John didn't follow.

Slater drove over so Sherlock didn't have to take a taxi, and soon Sherlock was at the home of the first known victim, the dear old Sir, who had lost his beloved pipe.

"Hi, Sherlock, long time no see. To be honest, I thought you wouldn't come. After all, the missing things are all small things." Sir Fred is not very familiar with the Holmes family. It's pleasing to the eye, probably because the old Jazz is very easy-going by nature.

"It can be seen from your gestures that the pipe is very important to you, and it was given by Madam." Sherlock tilted his head.

"Yes, it was left to me by my wife. You know, it's like a piece of your heart has been ripped out," Sir Fred expressed his anger for the first time.

"Do you usually hold the pipe in your hand?" Sherlock looked at the old knight's habitual gesture of holding the pipe.

Sir Fred nodded. "Most of the time, only at night, I will put the pipe on the bedside table. If I can get it back, I will sleep with it."

"Go to your bedroom." Sherlock, as a guest, went first, standing in front of Sir Fred's bedroom door.

"Smart man," Sir Frye said, opening the door for Sherlock. "The pipe is usually on the night table on the right. But it's gone now."

Sherlock checked all the entrances that could enter the bedroom. Except for the balcony on the third floor, the only thing people could enter was the main entrance. There were no traces on the balcony. Judging from the signs of falling dust, no one had cleaned it for at least a month. According to the old As Sir said, after the pipe was lost, he sealed the balcony so that no one would get in, but there was no guarantee that no one would come in from the outside, after all, the thief might have come in from the balcony.

"Why don't you choose to doubt the employment at home?" Sherlock looked at this, the villa, the servants coming and going.

"Because I have been using that pipe for a long time, although smoking in public places is not allowed now, no one can stop me from smoking in the study, so the smell of e-liquid on it is very strong, and the tobacco leaves I use are not special ones, but An aromatic species cultivated by old tobacco farmers, like poppy, but it does not harm the body and is not addictive. The smell is only used by me. Once I take my pipe, I will see him within two days. Smell it out." The old jazz said proudly.

"Where is the letter left by the thief?" Sherlock remembered that Slater had said that the thief would leave a letter.

"No, not at all." Sir Fred said with certainty. "In fact, from the third