{Fuhua}Stop it Sherlock

Sherlock went downstairs, and Slater didn't respond, but the crying woman stood up all of a sudden.

"They won't take my son, will they?"

"They?" Sherlock looked at the woman, "How do you know?"

"It's the letter that says them, four people," Slater explained.

"Do you mind if I read the letter for you?" Sherlock stretched out his hand, "I've already read the letter for Mrs. Hardy. It doesn't have any gang number on it, but Mrs. Hardy's necklace."

"I didn't bring it with me."

"It doesn't make any sense to lie to me. Your jacket pocket has betrayed you, and you're obviously still looking at it before you go out." He passed his hand forward, "Give it to me."

Slater took out the letter from his coat pocket. The paper was from the post office for a penny. There was no stamp. The handwriting is different from Mrs. Hardy's letter, but in terms of usage and rhetoric, it is the style of middle school students, and the font is adult.And Mrs. Hardy's letter is an adult woman, with very simple words and almost no sentences. What does this represent?

If you follow the method, it proves that perhaps these are two people with a low level of education, and perhaps they are described as hostages.No matter what, it can only show that this person does not have a high level of education, but how did he know the privacy of these nobles?

Is there still Moriarty's hand behind this?No, Moriarty's game will not be so peaceful, and he will not put himself on the opposite side of all the nobles. He has no need to threaten these nobles, and some of these nobles are his big customers.

"When did you receive this letter?"

"Three days ago," Slater recalled.

"At least a week." Sherlock looked at the rubbing marks on the paper, "Also, there is no first victim among the few you know. I will take the detailed time to Scotland Yard for handwriting time testing, but I suggest you You can withdraw those who watch over your baby."

"Why?" Slater seemed to be violated.

"That's why your treasure will be lost." Sherlock put the envelope in his coat pocket. "Advice from Holmes."

Mrs. Holmes asked the servant to bring the dinner to the table, a simple curry with rich side dishes, which at least fit Sherlock's taste.Of course, a person like Slater, who is used to enjoying big meals, would not stay to eat. He was still hungry and took the woman with a gentle face home.

"Poor Wendy," Madam Holmes sighed looking out the window, "it's still an hour's journey to Slater's house."

"Don't worry, she won't go back to Slater's house, she will be guarded." Sherlock signaled his mother to eat.

"It's great that you can come here today. Your father was called to attend their old men's party again. I'm still thinking about whether to go to your brother's, but he is very busy recently." Mrs. Holmes blinked, "Leave me an old man." My wife is really bored at home."

"Obviously you were studying math problems again and forgot the existence of your father." Sherlock exposed his mother's nagging, "Next time remember to put away the ink on your hand and the exercise book on the armrest of the sofa."

"Sherlock, I'm your mother~" Mrs. Holmes was dissatisfied. Sherlock is not a cute kid at all, but he is damn smart. If he can put his interest in mathematics instead of reasoning, that's where his interest lies.She is not necessarily willing to let her children inherit her dream.

"I am telling the truth."

"Why don't you go see John's sister?" Mrs. Holmes's jumping thinking was only followed by Sherlock at this time.

"John said that before she stopped drinking, the only time we saw her was her wedding to her last girlfriend." Sherlock finished dinner, although he said he ate only a small portion.

"Steady John, I hope he can help you quit smoking again. To be honest, I really don't agree with your brother letting you smoke again, and I don't think the nicotine patch is good for your health, but because it can replace your cigarettes. 7% □ Otherwise I would never let you use it. Seriously why don't you try to relieve your boredom in a healthier way like going on vacation with Priss and John or something?" Holmes The wife was dissatisfied with Sherlock's eating habits. This youngest son always kept himself in a state between healthy and sub-healthy, cheated the medical examination, and then continued to live in a ghost-like mode.

"Mom. I have to go." Mrs. Holmes' nagging was equally unbearable.

"Driving your father's car will save you a lot of time." Mrs. Holmes signaled the servant to take the tableware away.

Sherlock didn't want to worry about the fact that the parking space in 221B was not fixed, as long as he wanted, there were taxis anytime.

It was already late at night when I returned to 221B, the lights upstairs were still on, and I felt an inexplicable feeling of coming home.Sherlock remembered that when he was a child, he asked his father why sometimes he stayed out late when he could go home early. Old Holmes did not answer, until one day old Holmes took his brothers out, and when he came home late at night, he pointed The light was still on, "Look, we're home. Someone's waiting for us."

Back at the apartment, Sherlock looked at John who was dozing on the sofa and smiled. The sudden cool breeze woke John up, and then he saw Sherlock standing at the door and giggling.

"solved?"

"No, but there are clues, but now I need the help of the little Mr. Lester at home to see if he, the apparent heir, can use his power. Tomorrow, of course." Sherlock took off his coat and Scarf, consciously hung to the door.

"What rights can the apparent heir use?" John nodded as he watched Sherlock hang up his coat consciously for the first time.

"Before his father has determined the final heir, he can obliterate all the illegitimate children he knows. The butlers who have been loyal to the head of the family in the past will tell him the location of those illegitimate children." After finishing speaking, Sherlock went into the bathroom to wash.

After changing into his nightgown, Sherlock looked at John who was still thinking, and put his arms around him from behind, "What are you thinking?"

"I'm glad your blood is pure enough." John smiled, then got up to wash up.

Lying on the bed, Sherlock didn't feel like sleeping. This matter was not as simple as what he said. You must know that there were various traces that showed that this person was either powerful or not powerful, or he was too careful to hide everything.Moreover, the problem now is that some important documents stolen by the nobles do not know whether they will remain intact even if they are recovered.However, the only possibility for those who have been in contact with this matter is to be silenced by all the stolen nobles.

To be honest, except for those like their family, there are a few nobles who are not dirty in private. Some people have even been hoping to restore certain outdated rights, and some powers can only be accessed by nobles. The talent will not be lost, which is why his mother asked him to take the order.

Obviously not an interesting job.

The author has something to say: Explain Mrs. Holmes' question. She is the one who made the mistake. To be honest, if John is the one who made the mistake, Sherlock will help, but if it is John's sister who made the mistake?Speaking of it, Sherlock and John don't seem to have visited John's sister, why?This reason will solve the previous problem

☆、The clown's trick

Early the next morning, the two little guys were aroused by the aroma of the breakfast made by John. Obviously, they didn't know if the little guy slept very late at night, anyway, they both came out with dark circles under their eyes.Then John threw a boiled egg over each of them.

"Knead it. Or Mrs. Hudson will die." John passed Sherlock's black coffee and two cookies.Serve your kids' waffles and your own sandwiches with almond milk.

"You know they stay up late at night?" Sherlock thought about Pris' bedroom on the third floor.

"Think about it," John waved his hand, "I don't expect you to understand."

Sherlock lowered his head to drink his coffee, and Pulis smiled without image with a milk mustache.John handed over a tissue, wondering why the kid always had a milk mustache.

On the other hand, the little Slater on the other side was eating a little more gracefully.

"Hey, you're wasting food by eating like this." Priss picked up his omelette and took a big bite, chewing deliciously.Let John ruffle his head of hair. "Don't talk while eating."

Little Slater said nothing, but he obviously let go of his movements a lot.

"We'll take you home after dinner. You have to fight for what you want, and you can't wait to get something for nothing." John looked at little Slater with firm eyes.

"Ah."

Sherlock looked at this little guy who had been clearly reminded that maybe Pulis could really follow the path of Mycroft. McCoff was right, this kid is suitable for this path but everything has yet to be developed.If possible, Sherlock would never let Priss go down the path of being a politician.

On the way to Slater's house, no one spoke.Let little Slater think for himself slowly.Priss was concentrating on solving the problem, and Sherlock was driving. In order to give the two children space, this was the first time that John knew that Sherlock could drive.

The continuous three-hour drive took them from central London to the suburbs.

"I hope you can solve it once." After getting out of the car, Sherlock stretched, then looked at Little Lester and said.

"This is my hope too." Little Lester smiled wryly, and walked quickly into his home.

After 15 minutes, Lester Jr. came out. "Don't worry about it, father's treasure was lost last night."

"Whoisnext" Sherlock wasn't much surprised.

"I don't know, but father is like a hunting dog whose bones have been robbed." Little Slater's voice could be called cold.

"I believe you have already got the address, let's go?" John stretched his muscles and bones. It was impossible for the two children to stay behind with Sherlock, so Sherlock was still driving, and John was watching the children.

"Yes, my father asked people to keep the scene." Little Lester looked at Holmes who hadn't gotten out of the car at all, and said, "He was right."

"What did the little guy say?" Sherlock looked curiously at little Lester.

"He said that sometimes things don't need to be solved by people." Little Lester tilted his head, "Although I don't understand it very well, but I know that it makes sense to choose him as an honor student in the grade."

"When you understand, that letter will probably be mailed to your study." Sherlock nodded. "Don't get too close, Holmes and Slater will never get along."

John suddenly felt that Sherlock actually understood the twists and turns in the nobleman.

The address was not on the outskirts of London, but in a small town near Yorkshire, which Slater obviously didn't want anyone to know.

According to Sherlock's calculation, they arrived at the scene within half an hour of departure, using the Slater family's helicopter.Because of the sudden appearance of Mr. Holmes, the two young ones were taken away, and then Sherlock and John flew away in a helicopter with the support of the old master.

The scene was almost as clean as the two Sherlock had seen before, and it was the only scene where the bastard had been stolen and reported to the detectives, apparently there were more scenes they didn't know about.

Why do you say almost, because this time, it can only be said that Slater was still very obedient, at least he withdrew his staff soon after Sherlock said, and it was really because of this that the criminals panicked, so that he was left behind. Proof of makeup here.

The remaining traces in the bathroom let Sherlock know that this is a person who is very good at makeup, but he couldn't clean it up in a hurry and left a faint footprint because of the dripping solution.Although not complete.

After checking the scene, Sherlock felt that the imitated person should be buried nearby.Bringing the police's search dog along, Sherlock began to let the dog remember the smell of the place where the solution was dripped.Then search a wide area around the house.John took the police who didn't know what to do and the dog was robbed to make an investigation, of course secretly.

The barking of the search dog sounded on the courtyard wall next door.

"Are you kidding me?" a police officer exclaimed, "Who would put cosmetics in the wall?"

"It's not cosmetics." Sherlock began to tap on the wall, and then pointed to a place, "Smash it." The police officer who was waiting on the side started to hit the wall with a baton.It seems that they regard the wall as Sherlock. Since the detective's high-profile landing, not only have they been expelled from the scene, but they have also been despised in a mess.However, they also discovered that this was not a simple burglary case.

The skin is starting to peel off.One of the police officers went down the wall with a stick and suddenly started to emit water with a stench.

"For your health, I suggest you leave the scene temporarily." John smelled this smell, and knew that Sherlock had found what he was looking for.The cement wall will cover up the smell of the dead body, but as a murderer, especially a murderer pretending to be the dead, the most likely thing is to check the scene of his burial frequently, just in case.

The police officer didn't take it seriously after hearing John's words. John shrugged and signaled to continue.

Sherlock smiled, and pointed to the place where the police officer knocked out the water, "Slowly, start with this one as the center." Three to 10 minutes later, everyone involved in the beating vomited. "He's obviously doing it for the first time."

"Yeah, all of them, not just anyone has experience digging bodies out of walls."

"No, I mean the murderer, who made the corpse unattractive." Sherlock commented, obviously found what he was looking for.

"John, go and see,"

"It's been more than three months since the death, and what's surprising is that the latest scene you found was a month ago. I heard you talking about it yesterday, and I don't want to see the result of your observation in the two children's room just now. Yes, I'm curious how you knew the location of the hostess of this house, but you later got a leaflet and asked the police to go to the mall, I saw it, so don't make a long story, just, the answer."

"No, I mean, find the head of the corpse." Sherlock closed his eyes, avoiding John's eye knife.And quickly said "so I can determine what this person looks like and look for nearby cameras to find out where the little guys are in the first place. I can catch this boring acrobat before he moves on to his next plan. He must have played the Joker."

After finishing speaking, Sherlock opened his eyes, and then looked at a young policeman looking at him with admiration, "Wow~!" Turning his head, John was instructing some experienced policemen to remove the corpses piece by piece.

"Take care of his head," Sherlock reminded, "especially that skull brittle with lime."

"Sherlock, it will take five hours to get to Scotland Yard." John pointed to his watch. "I don't think you have that much time."

"You are right, but I want to tell these lovely nobles that the police are still reliable." Sherlock looked at his phone, "At least now, the results of the handwriting identification came out. The letter was written half a year ago. He really It's been planned for a long time." Sherlock frowned, "When did he know what kind of privacy these nobles have and where they put them?"

"Maybe this person is a talent for Mycroft, what do you think?" Sherlock turned to John and said.

"No, I don't want it." Mycroft was one of the characteristics, elusive.

"What a pity." Sherlock shook his head, but there was no pity in his tone.

"What's the matter?" John looked at the spy chief who always went to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing.

"It just happened to be a small meeting, and then I heard the police complaining here, so, let's see if my dear brother is in trouble." Mycroft actually heard the report from his subordinates and knew that Sherlock was involved in the most troublesome The privacy of the aristocrats, worried that this seemingly grown-up brother would disrupt the aristocratic circle again, saying that the last time Sherlock offended all the aristocrats was before going to Oxford.That's why Sherlock's depraved days are remembered for so long.

"A silly trick played by a clown, in view of his professional needs and the common faults of nobles."

"You are also one of them," Mycroft leaned on a black umbrella. "Don't talk about your shortcomings so much."

"I'm not even a knight."

"Doyouwantone" Mycroft gestured to pick up the phone.

"Stopitor I will tell mom."

"Sherlock, Just, stop it." John covered his head, should he put a partition between Sherlock and his brother.For the sake of these two, whose age drops rapidly as soon as they meet, Sherlock Holmes.

Mycroft's all-purpose female secretary came over and showed McCoff the phone.

"Okay. We found him." Mycroft looked at a small dot moving quickly on the phone.

"Sorry, I scanned your evidence just now, and obviously this Mr. Clown is not in his base camp now." An Siya said quickly.

John looked at the female secretary who spoke as fast as Sherlock, and felt deeply sad for the people next to McCoff who were lower than this secretary.

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☆, capture

As for why, just look at John and Lestrade. Ansiya's subordinates may be in a much better situation than them.But the degree of misery is absolutely comparable.

"What are you doing now?" asked the detective who belonged to this place. To be honest, he didn't know who to ask, because the three men who seemed to be confronting each other, but the atmosphere was very harmonious, seemed to be qualified to speak, but who to listen to? is a problem.

"A group of people follow this red dot, and when he stops, arrest him." Sherlock imported the location information into the detective's mobile phone, "Fortunately yours is not the old model of Lestrade."

"when will you,,,"

"The criminal is going to run away. Inspector." John told the Inspector to turn half a circle, and then told the Inspector about when the mobile phone was taken from his pocket, and then it turned into a navigation interface inexplicably, and then a stalker appeared inexplicably. The question of the red dot blocked it back.

"For the rest, there is a case of rescuing trafficked children and women. Is anyone willing to help?" Sherlock pointed to Mycroft, "This detective needs manpower."

The rest of the people who didn't want to stay here signed up one after another, and they didn't even doubt McCoff's identity as an inspector.

After the scene was settled, Sherlock did not act with Mycroft. He was more curious about the capture of the prisoner, so he retreated with John and walked in another direction.

According to the information on the mobile phone, Xia Luoka and John quickly found the detective who was lurking with the mobile phone and did not know who to arrest.This is the market in the town, and people come and go.There are many people in the suspicious range in the moving direction of the red dot on the inspector's mobile phone.

"Obviously, location tracking isn't used by everyone, is it?" Sherlock walked up behind the inspector with his hands in his pockets, and the inspector almost dropped his phone.

"There are too many people there. It is impossible for me to take people to surround that area." The inspector looked at the phone helplessly. To be honest, no murder has ever occurred in this peaceful town.The detective is over 50 years old, donuts and a leisurely life make him ready to accept retirement with peace of mind, but the murder that happened now awakens the detective's sleeping memory in an instant, bringing a group of harmonious townspeople and an unknown... It is definitely not a good thing for murderers with dangerous levels to be together.Therefore, the inspector consciously handed over the on-site command to Sherlock.

According to the positioning to determine the location, Sherlock screened suspicious targets. This is not a good place to carry out arrests, because there are too many people who can become his hostages but there is no other suitable time. Once the clown's base camp is uprooted, the clown Chances are good.

Sherlock hides his detective aura and sneaks into the suspicious crowd. The grandma who is worried about what to do for lunch is naturally not in the range. Children, those under ten years old are excluded, and a master of disguise is the most difficult to find in the crowd. There are many people Make information processing faster, and the same with clutter.

John is also in the crowd, the difference is that John has Bluetooth on his ear, once they are far away from the target, the detective will remind them.

Sherlock noticed a person's shopping basket, which contained a small amount of medicine and potatoes, as well as fresh steak, rope, and repair tools. Few people would mix these things in one basket.But no one in the town noticed that there was anything wrong with this apparently newly married woman making these inconvenient purchases. These seemingly normal situations seemed suspicious when she kept paying attention to this Sherlock.

'That woman in the yellow skirt, wearing the shopping blue, what can you see? SH' Sherlock sends a text message by touch typing in his pocket.After John looked at it, he signaled, grab it.

After the police officer appeared casually, the clown became alert as expected.But the clown didn't show a panicked expression, he just strolled into a storefront.

"Don't let him enter the store!" Sherlock ignored the exposure and started to catch the target.John was about to intercept Sherlock on his way, but he saw the little 'woman' suddenly grow taller and wrap around a telegraph pole at an impossible angle to reach the roof in an instant.

"A man can never catch a bird in the sky." The clown ignored the eyes of the surrounding townspeople and was about to escape from the roof.A shot went off, and John hit him on the kneecap.

"But the gun is fine." The surrounding police officers looked at the sharpshooter with wrong eyes.

"That must be painful." As a senior person who is afraid of pain, Sherlock feels that he has the right to speak, but it should be ignored that he is still standing on the roof now.

"When did he go up there?" The detective hurried over only to see the clown in funny yellow pants, about to run away and get shot.

"I don't know. Maybe with the suspect..."

"Actually, it was before John shot and when the clown fell to the ground and caught your attention." Sherlock jumped off the roof. A one-story roof of this height was still very simple for him.

John looked at Sherlock and decided not to reveal the fact that he had already walked from the stairs in the store to the roof, and that Sherlock appeared from the roof at the same time as he said.

Sherlock looked at the inspector, "Maybe we can arrest this guy." The clown who was brought down by Sherlock had his hands cuffed.

"Yes, of course," the inspector said, having never seen the clown's agility before, so two police officers grabbed the clown's arms and prepared to escort him to the police car.Other people in the market did not react to this fast-paced time period at all. The peaceful and slow-paced life made them almost lose their ability to respond to what happened in the blink of an eye.

The officers holding the clown were broken free and they didn't even know how the clown got out of their hands.But because of a knee injury, the clown held an old lady hostage nearby.Then he fumbled around his lower back and calves and instead grabbed the old lady's neck.

"Are you looking for this?" Sherlock flipped his hands, playing with two daggers.It is obviously the style used by the circus to perform throwing knives.And it's extremely sharp.

"Yes and you'd better give it back to me, or you will pay an unexpected price." The clown said hoarsely with a bewitching voice.It's a sound that the show uses to put the audience into the situation, and the clown is obviously very skilled, because there are already police officers around who start to whisper, "Give him the knife. Come on,"

Sherlock said it had no effect, looked up at John with a dazed expression, the knives in his hands began to close together, and his hands stretched forward.

"That's it, you're smart, go ahead~give it to me~" The clown stretched out his hand, ready to receive the knife.

John walked up behind the clown, ready to knock him out, then the clown turned when John raised his hand, and backed away quickly until his back was against the storefront wall.

"You'll never know how much training a clown needs." The clown was clearly pleased.

"Why do we need to know?" Sherlock put on a rare aristocratic gesture. "We just need to see the results. Who cares whether you will be injured after performing live or dead. In fact, we will laugh more happily when you are injured."

"You're one of them too, damn arrogant!" The clown was a little excited.

"No, it's not arrogance, it's capital, it's innate capital, it's our birthright, everyone has his due destiny." Sherlock spoke so fast, it wasn't suitable for this kind of Aria, but he slows it down with hand movements.

"Like everyone knows," Sherlock cut off, as the kidnapped lady smeared the clown's head with a packet of feta cheese.And, with an irresistible force, knock the clown to the ground.

"You too, arrogant ghost." He pressed two piles of hay piled beside the shop on the clown, and the guy couldn't move at all.

"Amazing!" John watched the incredible scene.

"Never, don't underestimate, the level you have never touched." Sherlock's eyes were blank. Women's Hands.

"Thank you for the compliment." The woman accepted Sherlock's compliment, "I still want to thank you for not shooting directly." Embarrassment flashed in John's eyes, he was not sure that the hostage was not injured at the moment of shooting.

"Mrs" John began.

"Miss. I'm not married yet." To be honest, this sentence couldn't have a greater impact than her defeating the clown.

"Uh, Ms. Smith, if you don't mind, please follow me to the police station to make a record." The detective came up and resolved the relatively silent situation.

"Of course not." Miss Smith adjusted her skirt, and then followed a policeman.

Sherlock notified McCoff of the result, and then received a reply from McCoff, meeting at home.

The author has something to say: Menggang 436519490, the new group seeks popularity. In addition, some people may think that it is impossible for the clown to kill and bury the body without being noticed. Note that the wall was obviously erected after the theft occurred, and The clown had already mixed in by then.Do you have any impression, this clown is not alone, the others have already been dealt with by McCoff in the base camp, so I won't explain it in the text.I think that there will be some interactions between McCoff and Changhua later, welcome to comment on what interactions you want to see, and you can also add groups in the comments.

☆, follow-up and return

No matter what happens outside, the Holmes family is always peaceful.Although they are still discussing the case.

The clown's name is Don Hid, a professional clown, an orphan, extremely smart and beautiful, the head of the circus enlightens all the troupe members, and the high-quality performance brings Sid into the eyes of the nobles.Innocent and smart doll, because of those jokes and the pain of training, the clown who has seen the noble life is unwilling to return to the difficult circus, jealousy blinded his heart.The clown who infiltrates London's crime scene learns to steal while performing, a clever mind and a deft hand, which he started planning five years ago.The purpose is very simple, to see the painful appearance of those nobles, and to kill people is to prevent the good show from being ruined. He doesn't know how to use some of the confidential documents he stole, so he just continues to pretend to be enough to see the victim's expression.Gradually, he was no longer satisfied. He wanted to let the children of the nobles have a taste of training and suffering. He even wanted to raise these children of the nobles as a circus to cultivate collective crime. Thanks to his fame, he could see clowns The performers are basically favored children or heirs, which can be said to greatly facilitate the clown's actions.The clown's disguise level is not high-end, but no one will notice what a gardener, a kitchen helper, or a small person look like.The letter to the noble is that the clown imitated the handwriting seen elsewhere. Be careful, cautious, and move quickly. The clown simply played around with the noble.

In fact, if the clown puts his smarts to his study or acting, he can already live the life he wants by now.But envy turned it into an unreasonable criminal.The oldest of the children found had even been trained for half a year.And the two of Slater's family were arrested just now, and they are still locked in the small black room.In the words of the clown, fear is a necessary process.

Little Slater and Price listened to the case together, and it was undeniable that such stories had the effect of quelling a child's night cry.In the evening, someone from Slater's family came to pick up little Slater. Of course, this incident made Slater's in-laws, that is, little Slater's mother very dissatisfied. I don't know what answer they will give, but these are all It's not something Sherlock needs to think about anymore.

In view of the need to send Pulis back three days later, Sherlock simply agreed to let Pulis stay here. Pulis has no objection, because there are traces of his father's growth here, especially the uncle also has some information. At this.More importantly, grandparents are here.

After receiving the call from his men, Mycroft left without even having dinner. Although Mrs. Holmes was unhappy, there was nothing he could do.Perhaps, Sherlock thought, he should call the Inspector over next time, and let him escape at least once.There is no other reason. Mrs. Holmes kept educating Sherlock during the meal, and John couldn't escape it. Even Pulis was told not to learn Sherlock's stuff too early.Mrs. Holmes even brought up Sherlock's smuggling home of specimens from the school's biology laboratory to educate Pulis when she was a child. Sherlock said that no one has found out that he took it.

Then he was glared at by John, don't teach bad children, but seeing Pulis's expression, Sherlock told Pulis the location of the laboratory, which aroused the dissatisfaction of Mrs. Holmes.

John and old Mr. Holmes looked at the mother and child, and chose to remain silent tacitly.Pulis was thinking about how to get the specimens that Dad didn't get back then.

In the past two days of the clown's case, Sherlock discovered that John had begun to read psychology books. Although psychology is also a science, Sherlock was still reluctant to study this matter in depth. To be honest, he was not good at studying psychology. You can tell what they will do in the future by their tone of voice and expression, or find the right direction to break through the suspect's psychological defense line from some pathological characteristics, so leave this kind of thing to John.

But Sherlock will regret it later, that's for later.Maybe not, that's for the future.

A week later, Lestrade wanted to invite Sherlock to Scotland Yard again, and the seventh noble was waiting in the reception room.Not all nobles can find 221B, but those with a bit of capital can find Scotland Yard.

Then he was rejected for the eighth time, why the eighth time, because when the case was over, Sherlock told Lestrade that he would never see any nobles who came to Scotland Yard.In the hearts of the men in the Holmes family, there are some things that are better for the nobles to worry about.So, Lestrade went to the reception room again and spoke to the Sir in an official tone, euphemistically expressing the impossibility of Sherlock coming. Fortunately, all the visitors politely said that it was okay, and then said goodbye.

After the nobles left, Lestrade called Sherlock, "Can't you stop those nobles from finding us?"

"It would be more useful for you to call Mycroft about this matter." Sherlock was satisfied when he heard the other party hang up.Then he looked at John with a disapproving expression, "Paella for lunch?"

"You're allergic." John disagreed.Sherlock is allergic to seafood, this