[Comprehensive wear] You will get used to it

"Good morning, new neighbor, isn't it a pleasant morning? You found the body, and this case is what I'm investigating. What a happy fate!" Sherlock walked to Yang in a very gentlemanly manner. Yi said with a smile beside him.

Yang Yi raised his eyebrows. He was a little confused when he went out this morning. Now he finally thought of it. Sherlock Holmes and John Watson are such familiar names. A little relationship is tantamount to being involved in the murder case, and he was very lucky to only meet this man once before he was recruited.

"Good morning, Mr. Watson, and Mr. Holmes." Yang Yi nodded to Johanna, deliberately ignoring Sherlock.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not very good, John shook hands with Yang Yi over Sherlock and said, "Good morning, Mr. Liu. This is Sherlock. I think you have met once this morning. He is a detective consultant who helps the police investigate for free. Case, I am his assistant. Today's case is investigated by us, can you tell us about the specific situation when you found Mr. Statham just now?"

"Of course, Mr. Statham's secretary, Miss Watson, asked me to go to Mr. Statham's office this morning, so I went. I knocked on the door a few times, but there was no response from Mr. Statham, and then I pushed away. I entered the office and saw Mr. Statham sprawled on the desk. I saw that his body was not heaving, so I walked over and found him bleeding to death from all seven orifices."

"According to your description, you found that he was not breathing as soon as you entered the office. How did you find out? How long did it take, 1 minute, 2 minutes, where did you see it, at the door of the office, in front of the desk, or Stan Next to Mr. Sen? You found him dead, and the death was so miserable, but you didn't scream or tremble, but went out very calmly and asked Miss Watson to call the police? Why, why are you not afraid, normal people would Scared." Sherlock stood in front of John, stared at Yang Yi and asked a series of questions without stopping.

"I stood in the middle of the office, and it took me 1 minute to find out that he was abnormal. Then I saw him dead, and I was really not scared at all. In the end, I was at least more normal than you. If the transcript has been made, then I I have to go back to work." Yang Yi said, walking directly past Sherlock.

"Haha!" Sherlock laughed twice, turned to look at Yang Yi and asked, "I guess you are a killer, am I right?"

Yang Yi paused, turned his back to Sherlock and said, "If someone buys your life, I think I'll be happy to deal with you."

Sherlock smiled and asked: "So, if no one buys my life, then no matter how much you hate me, you won't kill me, will you?"

Yang Yi shrugged, ignoring his stupid question.

Sherlock turned to look at John proudly, "I guessed it right."

"Sherlock, please, he was just joking with you. No killer would admit his profession in public."

"No, he's not joking." Sherlock said, he can be sure that Yang Yi's attitude was very sincere when he said that someone bought his life and he would kill him.

John shook his head, not believing Sherlock's words at all, and said helplessly: "You should continue to investigate the case, before everything here is touched."

"Yes, yes." Sherlock immediately lifted his spirits and walked quickly into Mr. Statham's office.

"The secretary, Miss Watson, said that she poured Mr. Statham a glass of water and gave him an aspirin tablet before calling for Mr. Liu. Do you think it might be the problem with the water or the tablet, Sherlock?" Lestrade asked. road.

"No, no, it's not this one. There is a big wine cabinet in this office, which is full of good wine, and there are two bottles on the table, which proves that the owner here likes to drink very much, almost to the point of an alcoholic. As an alcoholic, It's perfectly normal to drink wine as if it were water. The cap of this wine bottle is open, a person who knows how to drink obviously would not make this mistake and expose the wine to the air. So he is taking medicine and taking a sip of wine , and then he suddenly felt sick and sat on a stool, and now our only question is what medicine is he on?" Sherlock pointed to the wine cabinet in the office and an open bottle of wine on the table.

"Of course it's the aspirin." Lestrade said as a matter of course.

"No, even alcoholics don't drink while taking aspirin." Sherlock said, and began to search Mr. Statham's body, turning over the collar, pockets, hem, and shoes one by one. Mr. Statham found a small white pill in the crease of his trousers, "Oh, in the crease of his trousers, an aspirin pill. Apparently that thing he had before gave him a splitting headache, so he wanted to take this pill, But the effect of the medicine was so fast that he didn't even have time to touch the glass of water. Then he died quickly, and the aspirin fell from his hand."

"So the seven dead before were also poisoned?" John asked.

"Obviously, but why did these dead take the initiative to eat that kind of poison? Obviously they didn't know it was poison, maybe they had eaten it before, so why didn't they die the previous few times?" Sherlock thought.

"Sherlock, if these people died of poisoning, why didn't they find out during the autopsy." Lestrade asked.

"This is a forensic problem. I just need to know how they died." Sherlock said happily. There are several problems in this case, and now he has finally solved one of them. Congratulations!

Yang Yi was very honored to encounter the death of his immediate boss on the first day of work, and was even more honored to get a week's paid vacation on the first day of work, as well as a free psychological treatment.Yang Yijing was not sensitive to the psychological treatment, but it was a good vacation, so after leaving the company, Yang Yi walked around London in a very good mood. God knows that he was already suffocated in the world of the Red Mansion.

In the evening, Yang Yi had a sumptuous dinner in the restaurant, and then went back to Building 221B, Baker Street with big bags and small bags. However, at the door, he met Sherlock and John who came back from outside by accident.

Seeing Yang Yi carrying a dozen shopping bags in his hand, John kindly said, "Liu, let me carry a few bags up for you."

"John, our Mr. Killer must have better physique than you, and probably doesn't need your help." Sherlock shook hands and looked at Yang Yi provocatively and said.

Yang Yi snorted, walked towards the house with his things, and said to John: "No need, you are already very tired taking care of a wayward baby, so I won't bother you." As soon as he returned to his room , Yang Yi threw all the things on the ground, sat down on the sofa and breathed a comfortable sigh of relief, then snapped his fingers to let the pile of things on the floor fly to their respective positions, while facing The air called, "Polly, is dinner ready?"

Polly appeared in front of Yang Yi with a "snap". Holding a cup of hot tea, he bowed deeply to Yang Yi and said, "It's ready, master, do you want to eat now?"

Yang Yi took a sip of hot tea from the teacup, and said, "No, I'll eat after I take a bath, Polly, go and put the bath water for me."

"Good master, do you want to put aromatherapy and bath salt?"

Yang Yi stretched, thought for a while and said, "Use rose-flavored aromatherapy and bath salts."

Sherlock was sitting in the kitchen eating the pie Mrs. Hudson brought, and suddenly moved his nose and said to John: "Oh, what a strong scent of roses, it's worth a garden, our new neighbors probably want to use it The rose buried itself."

John sniffed like Sherlock did, but he didn't smell anything other than pie, "No, Sherlock, maybe Liu just wore a little rosewater."

"You like our new neighbor very much?" Sherlock raised his head and glanced at John sharply, as if it was an unforgivable thing that John disagreed with himself.

"Based on my superficial observation ability, Liu is indeed a good person." John said, Yang Yi has a very special temperament, even if he just stands there motionless, it is like a dazzling luminous body attracting the attention of others.Even a self-disciplined person like John has to deny that he really wants to explore Yang Yi's real appearance. He believes that the reason why Sherlock wants to study Yang Yi is because he has discovered this extraordinary temperament in Yang Yi .

"If you think sharp teeth are good." Sherlock put down the knife and fork and wiped his mouth.

"Sherlock, if you can talk to Liu politely, Liu will not treat you with that attitude." John said.

Sherlock stood up and walked out the door, saying bluntly, "Impossible."

"Where are you going, Sherlock?" John asked quickly when he saw that he was going out without his coat on.

Sherlock frowned, moved his nose in disgust, and said to John: "Too pungent smell will affect my sense of smell and hinder my normal thinking, so I will solve the source of this error."

John wanted to persuade Sherlock not to quarrel, but Sherlock closed the door before he could speak. John held his forehead helplessly. If Sherlock wanted to make trouble, then God couldn't stop him.

Yang Yi soaked in a hot bath comfortably, and walked out of the bathroom wearing a loose bathrobe, just in time to hear a knock on the door.He thought it was Mrs. Hudson or John knocking on the door, so he went to open the door, but saw Sherlock standing at the door with his hand raised.

"Mr. Holmes, what can I do for you?" Yang Yi leaned lazily at the door and squinted at Sherlock and asked.

Yang Yi didn't dry his hair, the water droplets slid all the way down his neck and into the open bathrobe, his skin was slightly pink after being soaked in hot water, when the water droplets slid over his chest, Bring out an indescribable temptation.Sherlock watched this scene with sharp eyes and swallowed involuntarily.

"Mr. Holmes?"

Sherlock looked away with some guilty conscience, and said, "Mr. Liu, I can smell the rose scent on your body downstairs. Too strong scent will affect the respiratory system and interfere with your normal sense of smell. I suggest you take a bath next time. Don’t use such a strong fragrance when you’re here.”

"Thank you for your suggestion, Mr. Holmes. Good night, Mr. Holmes." Yang Yi said, then took a step back and kicked the door shut.

Sherlock stood at the door in a daze, and only a few seconds later went downstairs touching the tip of his nose that was bumped red.

John was sitting in the living room writing his blog when he saw Sherlock come in and looked up and asked, "Sherlock, what happened to your nose?"

"It's nothing." Sherlock said in a low voice, but in fact he was very bad, because he felt two streams of heat flowing down his nasal cavity uncontrollably.

Sherlock rushed into the bathroom, stood in front of the mirror and let go of his hand covering his nose, and saw in the mirror that there were two bright red nosebleeds hanging under his nose, which were continuously flowing down.