{Fuhua}Stop it Sherlock

It is two people who are not in the same field at all.Moreover, Henry's father obviously expressed dissatisfaction with some experiments at the base.

"It's not sure yet, but we need to prove it." Sherlock turned up the collar of his windbreaker. The temperature here is a little lower than in London, but it's not the season to wear scarves.He absolutely does not acknowledge John's statement, this is not pretending to be cool.

Franklan followed the two to Baskerville. On the way, Franklan explained to his colleagues, such as Henry's father, Dr. Stapleton, a crazy woman doing experiments, Franklan said .Dr. Frankelan has been very sad about Henry's case since the first meeting. After all, he and Henry's father are good friends, aren't they?Sherlock didn't react much along the way, he just concentrated on driving and left all the clichés to John.

After getting out of the car, Franklan went to his own laboratory, and Sherlock and John went to Major Barrymore first.After certifying the documents, Sherlock led John away under Major Barrymore's displeased eyes.

In Stapleton's laboratory, Dr. Stapleton is stroking the experimental rabbit.Sherlock turned to turn off the light, and the rabbit began to glow green. "Well. I think little Kirsty will find a second bluebell in her mother's lab."

"Are you going to tell her or me?" Sherlock rubbed his chin. "I think he believes me more. What do you say?" Sherlock looked up at Stapleton.John spread his hands, signaling Stapleton not to mess with him.

"What do you want?" Stapleton compromised.

"To do a drug test, I need to use your equipment." Sherlock achieved his goal and followed Stapleton out of the laboratory.

Henry's blood sample is very useful, at least he let Sherlock know that there are a lot of drugs in Henry's body, and the effect is not yet known.John looked around. He was sure that a white man had just walked by, but what was he doing?

"John, give me some of your blood." Sherlock observed the same thing as his own blood, which contained traces of medicinal ingredients.If John also had it, then the scope of suspicion would be much smaller.

John watched Sherlock skillfully draw blood and couldn't help but wonder how many corpses he had practiced on.Sure enough, John's blood also contained trace amounts of drug ingredients.Stapleton thought about it after looking at Sherlock's experimental data.

"What did you think of?" Stapleton was startled by Sherlock's abrupt appearance.

"what?"

"You're obviously thinking, come on, what did you think?" Sherlock looked at Stapleton.

"I've seen, this," Stapleton pointed to the picture presented by the microscope. "Similar symptoms, in a portfolio."

"Is the portfolio still there?" Sherlock looked at John, who had been watching the door since just now.

"No, all the paper files from two years ago have been transferred." Stapleton confirmed.

"There must be a backup from the leader." Sherlock grabbed John who was still at the door. "We're going to Major Barrymore's office."

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☆, red eyes, gunshots

Major Barrymore's office is just like himself, rigid, serious, full of infinite patriotic and political overtones, and the desire to fight.Sherlock and the others waited for three full hours before Major Barrymore got up to inspect, and they only had one hour.

"The computer has a password and can only enter the lower level. What kind of person is Major Barrymore?" Sherlock asked Dr. Stapleton.

"Stupid, strict, not a good talker. He is suitable for being sent to Suez, and he loves his job very much." Stapleton commented very objectively, thanking the scientist for his rigor.

Work, aha, so, bookshelves, Churchill, obviously turned over many times, Rommel, is it boring here, all the books are turned over many times, Downing Street years, maybe Mrs Thatcher, father and son photos, father is A veteran of Frank Island, Major Barrymore laughed when he was young.It seems Mrs Thatcher is more likely.

Margaret? NO, Maggie.The password is correct.

"How did he do it?" Stapleton looked at John. "That's what I've always wanted to know." John smiled.Stapleton looked at the two, smiled sympathetically at John, and John made a helpless expression.

Sherlock looked at the Hound's profile. □□, obviously, the person who took the drug, everyone in the photo is possible, but the only one who participated in this incident and survived to this day still appears, Frank Lan.Sherlock called up Dr. Franklan's information.

"Franklan is a virologist, and this is a chemical experiment." Stapleton leaned closer.

"His research project changed 20 years ago, maybe he thinks this is more useful." Sherlock turned off the computer, "Fortunately, this enthusiastic doctor left us a call."

"Call the doctor out..." Before John could finish speaking, the phone rang.Sherlock and Stapleton looked at John in surprise. "HELLO"

"Henry, he is crazy, help him"

"It's Henry's psychiatrist," John's explanation brought Sherlock even more surprised looks, and John smiled without explaining. "What's going on?"

"Henry is going to Devil's Valley, with a gun." After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone. To be honest, it is rare for a psychiatrist to be so frightened.

"What time is it now?"

"Dinner time." John pursed his lips, "The fog in Devil's Valley is thick."

"As long as Henry goes there, it will be foggy time in Devil's Valley." Sherlock straightened his coat.

"Let's go."

Devil's Valley, as John said.The fog is thick now.When Sherlock turned to the bottom of the valley, Henry was driving away the intruder who didn't know what.He kept hitting the air with the cock, and then Henry lifted the cock to his temple.A figure in a gas mask flashed, and the red goggles stood out in the low visibility.

"Stop!" Sherlock strode forward, but Dr. Frankoran was closer than him, and under the pressure of the red-eyed black dog, the gunfire rang out.

John followed Sherlock, stopped when he heard the gunshot, and Dr. Stapleton stopped calling Major Barrymore.The three of them stood on the periphery of the fog, looking at the bottom of the valley where no one was there.

"A hallucination?" Stapleton asked.

"No, doctor, you keep calling, we can close the case." Sherlock took out his mobile phone and called, "Detective, are you on the other side? Come here." Lestrade's voice came from the phone, "I'm calling Who was hit? Why did that kid also fall?"

"Scared." Sherlock finished and hung up the phone. "The good news is that a high-level position is vacant, and the bad news is that this time it will be talked about by McCoff again." Sherlock's complaint fell on deaf ears.And Stapleton obviously captured the information from the phone call just now.

"Major Barrymore, Dr. Knight's death 20 years ago has a result. Come to Devil's Valley, Devon Valley, yes. This Mr. Holmes and I are here." Stapleton hung up the phone, "You really Amazing, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, I can't imagine that you broke into the military base and still remembered my daughter's rabbit."

"Glowing animals are very rare, and you can think of them with a little association." Sherlock omitted the catchphrase. Obviously, Stapleton is not a detective or a policeman.

"I called Scotty yesterday, and she said that Mr. Holmes told her that the bluebell was taken away by me for a physical examination. How do you know that I told her that I was working in a medical school?" Stapleton I was surprised that Sherlock would still do such a delicate thing, but I don't know why from the few contacts.

"Price is about the same age as Scotty, and many of Pulis's classmates have parents who work in medical school." Sherlock looked at the surprised John, "Strange?"

"No, it's surprising." John smiled, and then developed into an irrepressible smile.Sherlock's smile towards John was a bit cold, a hairy feeling, was it affected by the fog?

Lestrade surprisingly appeared on a bicycle, and what he saw was John's smiling face, Sherlock's puzzled face, and the female doctor's ambiguous face.

Lestrade got out of the car and came over, "Go down now?"

"Unless you want to see what you are afraid of, you can go down and have a look." Sherlock reached out his hand to signal, "The potion below has not fully spread, we wait for Major Barrymore to come and take people down to arrest them. You can be sure that you hit that one." Where are the red eyes?"

"Back, I hope he didn't puncture his lungs, otherwise he might not be able to support others. There is also a young man below, is it okay to inhale the mist?" Lestrade said that it was already very difficult for him to hit the correct target with such a large mist. It was easy, thanks to the figure standing relatively outside.Sherlock didn't answer Lestrade's question, how could he know, but Henry should be fine after smoking for so many years.

An hour had passed when Major Barrymore arrived with his men, and Sherlock didn't feel any discomfort, but Lestrade was worried that the criminal and the young people would go down twice to find him.

John asked Lestrade what he saw, and Lestrade shrugged, "Saw something absolutely impossible. So I wasn't affected."

"Nothing is impossible," Sherlock blinked, hugging John from behind, the temperature in the valley was cooler at night.The effect of hugging the little doctor is much better than turning up the collar.

Stapleton checked Henry's condition and was relieved to find that he was asleep.Waited with the others for the arrival of Major Barrymore.

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☆, end

Barrymore looked at his trusted friend in disbelief, who would actually kill someone.Sherlock looked at Barrymore, who obviously couldn't accept the facts, and somehow knew why he became the top officer of a military base. Maybe he was not smart enough, but he was absolutely loyal and simple.

Back at the hotel, Sherlock collapsed on the bed, and John poked him "Does the drug have the same effect on us as Henry does?"

"No, just expel it. Natural metabolism." Sherlock was a little dazed, and the effect of the medicine had not completely faded.

"Leave the next thing to Mycroft?"

"He's busy playing games with the terrorists, and this time I'll leave the ending to Lestrade, otherwise what do you think he's here for?"

"Actually, I don't think there is any difference." John shrugged and began to pack his luggage. The case is over and they will leave tomorrow.

Sherlock turned over and began to adjust his state through sleep.

The next day, John looked at Sherlock, who was extra refreshed after waking up, and calmly slept in the back seat of the car.

Sherlock and John returned to 221B and found a piece of news that was definitely not good. Mrs. Hudson was out on a trip.Sherlock looked at the landlord's message and carefully studied where Mrs. Hudson was going.John went upstairs to pack his luggage, and then came down to find Sherlock still in a daze.

"Mrs. Hudson is going for five days," Sherlock said, looking at John.

"Yeah, so?" John wondered how much more work he'd be doing.

"Let's go make trouble for Mycroft." Sherlock stood up, just finished solving a case, he felt that his brain had just been activated, and he hadn't played enough.The terrorist business doesn't seem to be over yet.

"What?" John looked at Sherlock, who was obviously not hungry.

"Mycroft must not be done yet, let's go play." Sherlock blinked and looked at John.

John lost. "Okay, I admit it's a good idea, but let's have breakfast first." Mycroft helped them a lot this time, and it's not bad to follow Sherlock to help him.

Sherlock nodded, food was always ignored by him.Mrs. Holmes' memories tell her that Sherlock starved himself to death.

After a simple breakfast, Sherlock put on his coat and went out.John watched him haphazardly beckon a taxi, and then the familiar M15 agent appeared.

"Go to your boss." Sherlock ignored the driver's subconscious braking action after hearing the destination.He fiddled with his phone with his head down.

Seeing the prompt, An Siya neatly sorted out the documents and recent problems to be dealt with today, and then turned on the phone to start playing the game.After making the phone call, Mycroft found that his secretary was not doing his job properly!Is the world at peace?

Sensing the boss' gaze, An Siya didn't raise her head, "World War is coming soon, I'm going on vacation." It took McCoff more than ten seconds to react, his secretary went on strike because Sherlock was coming.

"Xiao An, believe me, this is not good news." Mycroft wanted to keep the more useful secretary.

"For me, yes. I have already invited my boyfriend to watch a movie. Boss, you won't interrupt our seldom reunion so ruthlessly, will you?" An Siya put down her phone and looked at McCoff with a smile .Based on his understanding of his secretary, Mycroft knew that if he did not agree, the recent workload would definitely increase.After weighing it up, Mycroft decided that short-term pain is worse than long-term pain.

"Of course." Looking down at the document, Mycroft felt his head start to hurt.

Seeing the clearance notification sound, An Siya smiled, opened the first level, and prepared to clear it again before Sherlock arrived.

The office of M15 is hidden in an office building. Sherlock showed the gatekeeper a work card of the special assistant to the president, and took John up to the 13th floor.

"Why did you choose this floor?" John looked at this floor, which was generally considered to be unlucky.

Sherlock snorted, "Because there is only Mycroft's office, his assistant and secretary here." Sherlock remembered the explanation Ansia gave him when he first came here. The people of M15 believe that Mycroft can resist the invasion of evil spirits.After referring to the images of people who can resist the invasion of evil spirits in the East and the West, Sherlock feels that Mycroft is the great devil.

"It seems that it is correct to say that the Holmes family is not within the scope of God's blessing." John remembered what Mrs. Holmes told him, the rumors among the nobles, because this family is not normal.

"Because there is no need" Sherlock heard this sentence for the first time, every time he exposed his classmates, such words would always come out.And this word actually came from his father.

When the elevator arrived, after opening the door, I saw An Siya standing at the door in a suit, "I'll leave it to you, your brother is thinking about skipping work. Also, all the materials you want are on my desk." After finishing speaking, An Siya Ya went down.

John looked at the female secretary who was obviously skipping work and turned her head, "What information do you want?"

"Recent information, I think we have to hurry up, or it won't be fun when Mycroft runs away." Sherlock shook his head, speeding up. The assistants on the 13th floor saw the third-level surveillance target who appeared in the surveillance range from time to time, leading his assistant into the boss's office.The older ones nodded calmly, and continued to deal with the work at hand, while the younger ones stared at all this in a daze, feeling like a family of officials and gangsters. 'Slap' A little assistant was knocked on the head, turned around, the senior was pointing at the door of the boss, "Two cups of black coffee, one with sugar and one without, change the boss's milk tea to green tea, hurry up."

"oh oh"

Pushing open the door, Sherlock watched with satisfaction that Mycroft was still trapped in the chair by the phone, and then sat leisurely in Ansiya's position. John waved his hand and sat in Sherlock's previous position.No need to guess, there are only three positions in the office, and the certificate Sherlock showed just now is the special assistant to the president.Here are some other books that are obviously meant for him.

Flipping through the documents quickly, Sherlock sorted out the information in his head, and then used Ansiya's computer to send an announcement to the assistant outside.Looks like it's working for Mycroft, actually.

"Sherlock, we've been staring at that man for three months."

"But he's going abroad soon." Sherlock looked at the wanted criminal on the entry and exit information.

"What?" Mycroft called his men.

"Sherlock, there is a military base, if you hack into it, you will cause trouble."

"I'm using your account." Sherlock retrieved the information he needed.

"What!?" The call came in.

There was a knock on the door, and John, who was rather bored, opened the door, "What's the matter..." The obviously accelerated office pace outside made John look back at the two Holmes who were working inside the room.

"Coffee, if you still need it." The little assistant looked at the office building where he just changed his rhythm in the time to make a coffee.

"Yes, thanks." John took the plate and let the poor little guy back to his seat.The little assistant looked around, then at the computer, and instantly joined the battle group.

Sherlock sorted out the information he needed and handed the results to Mycroft, whose hairline was starting to rise. McCoff looked at this and solved the job that Ansia was going to give him recently, and made him annoyed. Heap of trouble brother.Take the document and start signing.Anyway, I've been offended, so let's solve it all at once.

"Why don't you have this?" Sherlock leaned back in his chair.Didn't find what I wanted, not happy.

"Moriarty," Mycroft closed the file and dialed a number "You can't expect him to be behind every crime. Hey Brown, the file I just gave you is a virus, yes, the hacker favorite these days Challenging national defense. Solved. Yes, just delete." Mycroft hung up.

"That's the watch list?" Sherlock recalled the previous file.

"No, it's corruption." Mycroft looked at his younger brother who knew nothing about politics and shook his head. "You haven't found Moriarty lately?"

"No, maybe you caught the right person. It happens to be the deity."

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☆、Ebner

Sherlock stayed in Mycroft's office for a day, and through the tacit understanding of the two and the strength of his subordinates, the backlog of cases for more than three days was resolved.Mycroft hung up the last phone call, rubbed his eyebrows, and looked at his younger brother who had already sent John away. "Tell me, what is your purpose?"

Sherlock smiled, his brother is still good, at least he won't question because he doesn't understand and can see through the essence. "Two days, let Moriarty out. If he doesn't come out, the people behind him will always be behind."

"Moriarty has an assistant named Moran, who is a sharpshooter. Our people are already targeting him. He is very calm, and he has no intention of being caught by the boss at all." While solving the terrorist matter, Mycroft They were also staring at Moriarty's forces, but unexpectedly, everyone known so far was very calm.

Sherlock pondered the information he had analyzed on the website, as well as the case files of some other countries. "His influence is very scattered. Obviously some people will not know that he has been arrested, and those who know that he has been arrested are still under his control."

Mycroft frowned. If so, would it involve international affairs? "He's in another country,"

"He is an online criminal expert, and people who seek help from him come from all over the world, just like I can still receive cases from Bulgaria." Sherlock waved his hand, "Now the Internet makes all borders useless, don't mention countries to me Protection, just now I hacked into four military bases."

"So," Mycroft thought, "to make him big, then create a comparable opponent, let him focus entirely on you, and then let all his forces know that you and his Rivalry."

"No, I don't know much about it yet." Sherlock put his hands together, and he had an innate sense of fate for Moriarty, the unpredictable opponent he had ever met so far. They were enemies in previous lives.For Sherlock, this Moriarty has all the parts of his body working, which is something no criminal has ever done before.McCoff's focus was on this guy's influence, but he didn't know anything now, not even how Moriarty, who was in prison, controlled his subordinates outside.It's like they found a new toy and are looking for instructions.

Sherlock stretched his arms, "Looks like you won't be bored these days." Mycroft is very comfortable with his current relationship with Sherlock. To be honest, Sherlock's views on politicians have improved a lot since Pulis appeared. .

"No," Sherlock was very clear about his own excitement, just like when Moriarty first appeared in his field of vision.He was extremely excitable back then.Sherlock didn't know at this moment that the reason for his excitement was not because of Moriarty, but a higher level of pleasure.

"Why?" Mycroft looked at Sherlock playfully, "You will receive a lot of cases. Some cases of politicians will also be given to you, making you from an Internet celebrity to a real detective."

"I have always been, moreover, Mycroft Holmes. Are you sure you want me to get in touch with those dignitaries?" Sherlock clearly remembered the choice his father gave him when he went to find his father after Mycroft's betrayal.The Holmes family cannot produce two high-ranking officials, nor can it produce two opinion figures.This was something he understood later, which is why Mr. Holmes indulged the tension between Sherlock and Mycroft.The ideas of Sherlock Holmes are always in common, as long as they are adults.

Mycroft shrugged. "Obviously, I have no choice, and with John here, I don't have to worry about any problems with you." John's influence on Sherlock may not even be known to him, but that's good.

Sherlock turned and went out, he didn't think John had any influence on his behavior but he didn't want to say it.At this time, Sherlock is like a child who has convinced himself that Santa Claus still exists.

McCoff breathed a sigh of relief, and then deployed the required files to the people below, ready to start, a big game.

John was outside, working with the clerk on the papers that flew out of the office.

"I never knew you would deal with this." Sherlock's sudden appearance startled the clerk on the opposite side.John calmly took back the document in his hand, "I don't know when you learned your brother's kung fu."

"To be precise, he learned from me." Sherlock corrected, and at this moment he saw that the document he wanted had passed smoothly.The corners of his mouth turned up, it seemed that McCoff had compromised.

"Mrs. Holmes said, this is the talent of your Sherlock Holmes." John turned his head and saw Sherlock smiling complacently.Looking at the computer screen being transferred, it seems to be a very normal file.Of course, the one Sherlock needed passed security the first time.

"For Sherlock Holmes, talent is something accumulated over time, so Holmes of this generation has a lot of talent." Behind him, a gorgeous emphasis came, why do you say gorgeous, because the voice was as silky as the finest silk.The perfect combination of intonation and inflection makes it clear that this person is either good at drama or gifted. "Hello, Ebner Hall. Sherlock Holmes' childhood friend, good job."

"Only Mycroft admits." John shook hands with Ebner, "Thank you, John Watson." Sherlock watched from the side, curious how John knew about this guy.

"Sherlock just doesn't talk about it, just like him and William." William Slater, Ebner smiled, this person has blond hair, and there is a dimple around his mouth, and his smile is very pretty.The advantage of height made John successfully become the shortest of the three.Sherlock signaled Ebner to get down to business, and found a chair to sit down.

"Well, Mycroft told me that I will be watching you for a while, so," Ebner sat on the table, ignoring the expression of the little clerk who thought he was in the way. "I think the best way is to follow you directly. As a condition that you don't drive me away, I can give you a case." Ebner looked at John and turned his eyes.

Sherlock pursed his lips, and what Ebner meant was obvious that he and McCoff's plan had been told to this idler at the first time.Sherlock knew that this guy was like a patchwork brick, that he could go anywhere and take on jobs that no one else was doing.All-in-one (not a typo) Ebner Hall, who could even be the son-in-law of the country, was just three months ago.But a few days later someone was caught trying to stab him, and he began to fade out of sight.

Three minutes later, Sherlock and John boarded the taxi with Ebner, who must follow behind.

"Hello, Duke, why are you here?" Ebner sat on the co-pilot and greeted familiarly.When the driver saw an acquaintance, he was also happy, "It's my turn." Then he drove.

When he arrived at 221B, Ebner patted Duke on the shoulder, "You are familiar with the road." Sherlock didn't plan to talk to him, this guy can always find a place to live.John pointed to 222B, and Ebner made an OK gesture.

Ebner lived in 222B, what are the consequences?The girls on Baker Street found that a warm and sunny blond guy appeared next to the cute and warm smiling couple.And as a greeting to their new neighbors, the girls' craft is on display.

"I remember you said the case, not the cheesecake!" Sherlock looked at Ebner who knocked on the door of 221B again, this guy is really idle.

John put Ebner through the door, looked at Sherlock with a displeased face, and shook his head.How many times is this?

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☆、New case

"This time there is a real case, and the cheesecake is just passing by." Ebner rushed in, took out the chocolate pie that John kept in the refrigerator in a familiar way, and sprayed it out in one bite.Get water now.

Sherlock got up and took out the leaked specimen bag, "It's okay, it's a normal human large intestine. It's not a poisoning case." Ebner collapsed instantly when he heard this, spread it on the sofa, and took out a Bag, pass it to John. "In the future, I will resolutely not move the things in your refrigerator."

John nodded without comment, this is the third time this guy has said this.Sherlock curled his lips, "I thought you wouldn't be fooled for the third time, but I didn't expect that your IQ has been weathered for so many years." Sherlock's mouth skills escalated again.Ebner was speechless, since he was used to being bullied by these two brothers since he was a child.

The case that Ebner brought back was an international dispute. Someone had kidnapped the ambassador to the UK. This case was not easy to handle. "You don't get involved in this matter?"

"It's a black case, you should come forward and solve it." Ebner returned to normal, "You also know your brother's subordinates, they are called clean. Don't worry, the scene is well protected. The embassy's bodyguards are very good at this. experience."

Sherlock closed the portfolio "How many times has he been kidnapped?"

"Ahem," John coughed.Ebner rolled his eyes, "It's his first time, you'd better hurry up."

Sherlock got up to get the coat, John quickly got it ready, and then locked Ebner inside very calmly.Ebner would continue to oversee the search while they were away, and Moriarty had already been released, but his hiding skills in some aspects were comparable to Sherlock's.

The taxi took the two of them to the back street of the ambassador's residence. According to the file, the ambassador disappeared in his bedroom. The window of the bedroom faced the back street. This is the most likely place.

"John, go and say hello to the family in the embassy. I'll text you later." Sherlock got off the car early, and if he drove directly to the back street, the evidence would be affected.As the car drove away, Sherlock looked up at the window of the bedroom. The bedroom is on the second floor, and the window is about ten meters from the ground. Is the floor here high?The traces on the ground are well preserved. It is a small van that has been used for nearly ten years. The water tank is leaking, the brakes are not working well, and it is painted blue. It seems that these people are in a hurry. From the window to the ground, there is no one Footprints, how did these people get down?The traces of parking are obvious. They must have waited for a while before someone responded, so the person who kidnapped the ambassador should be an internal agent.Who should be inside?There are no footprints on the ground, it seems to be a car that went straight in, that bread with a sunroof.The kidnappers were joking, right? . .Wait, not necessarily no footprints.Sherlock took out his mobile phone and edited a text message for Andy, asking experienced people to come over and take a look.Sherlock looked at the plants in the back street, looking for characteristic flowers and the like.Walk all the way to the main entrance of the ambassador's residence.

"Sherlock, this is the ambassador's wife, Mrs. Julie Richard." John introduced the lady waiting at the door to Sherlock.

"Hello, ma'am, Sherlock Holmes." Sherlock greeted the ambassador's wife, second marriage, ambassador or lover hit her, the ring is new, not very suitable, the corners of the eyes are red, just cried, the clothes are neat , The jewelry has been matched, but she is not a criminal, she just simply hopes that her husband will not come back.

"Hello, Mr. Holmes, this is really terrible." The Ambassador's wife put her handkerchief to her mouth.Sherlock thought she was trying to hide the smile on her lips.

"Can you go in and talk?" Sherlock gestured to John, who nodded.It proves that there is indeed something suspicious in it. Could it be that the internal response has not retreated yet?

Sherlock followed the ambassador's wife to the ambassador's bedroom.Neat, likes to drink whiskey, as far as Irene's information is concerned, people who like to drink whiskey tend to lose their temper.I like to read before going to bed, but my eyesight is not good, and I often read until late.The book I read before disappearing was still buckled upside down on the bed sheet, and there was some medicine left on the wall, which seemed to be a drug spray.The window where the gangster escaped looked down at the back street, but except for the street corner, it could disappear in the camera within 15 minutes. There were traces of stepping on the window sill, but there were no shoe prints left. Did they rub it?Or another way?

"How many people know the ambassador's work and rest time?" Sherlock walked out the door and looked at the servants in the hall, two drivers, one maid, two cooks, and three bodyguards.Also, the ambassador's wife and two children.The eldest daughter is 20 years old and the youngest son is 14 years old.Not born of a mother.

"Everyone here knows." The ambassador's wife didn't seem very happy.

"Apart from the ambassador's family, who else can enter the ambassador's bedroom before the ambassador's rest?" Sherlock ignored the ambassador's wife who was full of complaints and had all the expressions written on her face.

"Maid Sarah, bodyguard Ken." The ambassador's daughter replied, 20 years old, very independent, without any hope for her family.I miss my mother.

"Okay, two, what were you doing the night the ambassador disappeared?" Sherlock nodded his fingers to signal to be calm. "The ambassador was picked up by internal and external cooperation. This is just a routine investigation."

"I'm on duty." The first priority of a bodyguard is to keep words to a minimum.It could be seen that the bodyguard blamed himself for the disappearance of the ambassador.Sherlock nodded and turned to the maid.

"I was preparing milk tea for my husband, but when I sent it to his bedroom, he had already disappeared." The maid folded her fingers, hiding something. "What kind of milk tea does the ambassador like?"

"Earl Gray Tea"

"Good taste, good taste, what kind of books does the ambassador like?"

"Shakespeare's comedies, that's all on his bookshelf."

"Where's the pajamas?"

"Striped."

"He wore stripes that day too, right?"

"Yes, no, not me." The maid reacted and covered her mouth with her hands.Taking a few steps back, "I don't know anything, I fainted. This has nothing to do with me." John nodded, "She's telling the truth." Sherlock didn't deny it, nor made any comments. "I need the surveillance video from that night." Sherlock sighed secretly, why not a corpse, it would be much easier if there was a corpse.John, who was the only one who knew what Sherlock was thinking, felt that it was better for world peace to let Sherlock down sometimes.

Surveillance video showed that the maid went in and out of the ambassador's room three times last night. The first time she went in empty-handed, she came out with milk tea and went in the second time, and took the milk tea back out the door. "Are you sure it's a person?" John noticed a change in the maid's figure.

"She's taking the clothes," Sherlock rummaged through the surveillance footage from earlier in the day, and a figure flashed by