[Comprehensive wear] You will get used to it

The small fast food restaurant was fully heated, and when Sherlock walked in front and opened the door, Yang Yi felt a burst of hot air with the smell of food and tobacco and alcohol rushing towards his face. To be honest, the smell was not very pleasant. But surprisingly, it made people feel very comfortable, and the taste of ice and snow was very different from the cold outside, which made Yang Yi feel as if he had returned to the world in an instant.

"The onion mashed potatoes and buttered chicken nuggets here taste very good, I think you will like it." Sherlock said, in fact, it was his first time visiting this fast food restaurant, but he has a good habit, every time he sees a strange He will Google the relevant information of this place as soon as possible, which has brought him many times of convenience, at least he will not have nothing to say today.

Yang Yi walked slowly to John's side with a straight figure, leaned the cane on the armrest of the sofa with one hand, and pulled off the black glove on his hand with the other, revealing his slender white fingers.Then he raised his chin, undid the silver buttons tied around his neck, took off the cloak and handed it to Sherlock who was standing behind him.

"God!" John took a deep breath. Yang Yi was wearing a black slim-fit tuxedo with silver patterns, slim black trousers, and a pair of high leather boots also inlaid with silver patterns. He looked like an ancient nobleman.

"Are you sure you want to sit here and eat?" John asked, not knowing why he touched the old sofa with some cracks in the leather under him nervously.He suddenly had a feeling that if he let Yang Yi sit on this kind of sofa, it would be a kind of sacrilege.

Apparently, John is not the only one who has this idea. Most of the people in this restaurant think that Yang Yi should appear in the luxurious Castle Hotel instead of this cheap small restaurant.

"Of course, do I want to stand here to eat?" Yang Yi himself didn't care at all, and sat down calmly.After reaching a certain level of identity, I don't particularly care about some formal things.Eating is eating, and a noble person can't change his essence even if he sits on Meteor Street and eats garbage.

"Liu, why are you dressed like this, it looks really strange." Sherlock said.

"It's just a walk around." Yang Yi said.

"I thought you were playing cosplay." John said with a smile.

"Walking around means that you have nothing to do. Then maybe you will have time to walk around with me and John in the afternoon." Sherlock said, he has been looking for opportunities to talk to Yang Yi about investigating the case together for the past two days , but he and John were busy investigating the case, so they didn't stay in Building 221B much, and Yang Yi always left early and returned late, and the two never met each other.

"I thought your case wasn't over yet?" Yang Yi took the greasy menu handed to him by the waiter, glanced at it and ordered an omelette and creamy soup.

"Yes, so I think you might be interested in going to see the case together." Sherlock said, his tone seemed to say that Yang Yi might be interested in going to the movies with him.

"Sherlock, that's not a pleasant thing." John said, among all the people he knew, only Sherlock and Moriarty were the kind of people who felt excited when they saw a dead body. He didn't think Yang Yi would be willing look at those.

"Liu isn't scared, is he?" Sherlock said, a little defiantly.

Yang Yi smiled. He really didn't know how Sherlock could tell that he would accept his provocation, but now he was really not in the mood to go shopping alone in London. The company's holiday for him hadn't ended yet. Yang Yi thought that maybe it would be nice to go for a walk with Sherlock and John.

"Liu, you don't think this is a good idea." John persuaded.

"It's okay, John, I know exactly what I promised." Yang Yi smiled at John, picked up the ketchup jar on the table and poured a little on his omelet, drawing a red The smiling face looks very strange.

"I knew it." Sherlock raised his eyebrows happily at John, and imitated Yang Yi's example and drew a bright red smiling face that looked like John on his muffin, which seemed like a kind of kind to John. Naked ridicule.

"Can you not do this?" John said, snatching the ketchup from Sherlock's hand and putting it on the table next door. "I don't want to see ketchup after looking at the corpse a few times." That would remind him of those people bleeding from all orifices, which is really a bit off-putting.

Sherlock ignored John, picked up the salad dressing and drew a few strokes on the head of the round smiling face. His original intention was probably to draw a few hairs, but the actual effect looked like splattered brains.

"Sherlock!" John yelled, turning his head.

Sherlock bared his teeth at John, grabbed the muffin and took a big bite in front of John, looking very childish.

"Sherlock, you have a really good appetite." Yang Yi said with a smile.

"It has always been like this." Sherlock said, "Then let's talk about the investigation of this case. In the afternoon, we will also visit the family of the last victim. If you are lucky, you may see a new deceased."

"I think I probably had better luck." Yang Yi said.

"No, no, there have been no new dead in the past two days. I have been looking forward to one, so that I can find new clues." Sherlock said quickly.

Both Sherlock and Yang Yi were destined to be lucky today. Just as they were about to pay the bill after eating, Lestrade called, and they met another LDG victim.

"This deceased person is quite special. He died in front of his family, and his death was very tragic. I'm really curious about how miserable it is." Sherlock said enthusiastically after listening to Lestrade's call, the worse it was. The dead always excited him more.

"I think we'll find out when we go and have a look." Yang Yi stood up and said.

Sherlock immediately picked up his cloak, walked behind Yang Yi and thoughtfully helped him put it on, and said, "The cloak is not bad, it is just suitable for this kind of weather, and it can keep out the wind and rain. Where did you buy your cloak? I will buy it too." One piece to wear."

"I didn't buy it, it was custom-made." Yang Yi said, he had forgotten that the tailor made it for him, but this cloak is really good.

Sherlock clapped his hands and said: "The cloak always reminds people of words such as dignity and power. You can suppress those arrogant policemen in the past by wearing it like this. We have to make a head start, otherwise they will definitely regard you as insignificant." The little people in the house drove you away. I really want to see Lestrade's wonderful face."

"Of course, you can try." Yang Yi said, agreeing with Sherlock's words, the smaller the police officers are, the more they take themselves seriously, just like they are superior to others when they wear that uniform.

Sherlock's words reminded John of the scene when he was unreasonably asked to stand outside the isolation zone when he first met Lestrade. He agreed with Sherlock's words very much. The police really took themselves too seriously. As a result, Sherlock and him search for evidence to solve every difficult case. This is not to mention the fact that sometimes these policemen are often dishelpful for certain interests.

The three dared to go to the scene of the crime. Lestrade frowned when he saw Yang Yi's raw face, but Yang Yi looked too much like a rich man who could not be provoked casually, so Lestrade He didn't stop Yang Yi outside the isolation zone, but quietly pulled John, who seemed the most talkative among the three, aside, and asked, "Who did Sherlock bring this time? Don't tell me he It's here to investigate!"

John thought that if he told Lestrade that Yang Yi was not here to investigate the case but to watch the fun, I don't know if Lestrade would point his gun at Sherlock in anger, but John just thought about it and didn't dare Get Sherlock into trouble, after all Sherlock's popularity at Scotland Yard is bad enough.So John shrugged, looked at Lestrade very innocently and said: "I don't know, Sherlock said to bring him to see, maybe you will have a second master of deductive method."

Lestrade's expression changed immediately after hearing this, and he asked, "Really, is he also a consulting detective like Sherlock?"

How can John answer this? God knows he is completely nonsense, but before John can explain the real situation, Lestrade is called over by a policeman, and John has no choice but to give up explaining.

The deceased, Smith Brown, was an ordinary white-collar worker. Today was the birthday of his youngest daughter, so he was preparing for the birthday party at night, climbing up a tree to hang lanterns.But when Mr. Brown was hanging halfway, the lantern got entangled by a branch on the tree, and he couldn't pull it off anyway. Mr. Brown originally wanted to let it go, but his daughter thought it was too ugly. , must let Mr. Brown hang the lanterns according to her ideas.Mr. Brown had no choice but to find a saw and try to cut off the branch wrapped with colored lights.

Then the tragedy happened. Mr. Brown suddenly went into convulsions while sawing the branches, and then he fell from the ladder with a sudden blow, bleeding from all the orifices.The most unfortunate thing is that the saw that was still working fell on him, cutting him in two before Mr. Brown's family had time to react.

Sherlock listened to the description of the police officer who took the notes, carefully checked the situation at the scene, and then ran to Mrs. Brown, who was sitting on the side with a pale face and weeping bitterly, and said: "Madam, I am sorry for what happened today, But in my opinion, this is not an accident, but a murder, so I need you to provide me with some evidence so that we can find the murderer."

"Murder?" Mrs. Brown cried out holding her chest, but at the same time she also let out a sigh of relief, because her little daughter just thought that everything was her fault. If it was really just an accident, Mrs. Brown felt that her little daughter It will definitely leave a shadow for a lifetime.But if it was murder, even though it looked like it was the saw that killed her husband, at least her little girl would feel better.

Sherlock also saw Mrs. Brown's relieved look, and said: "Yes, they won't let me say, in fact, there are more than one person who died of bleeding from the seven orifices like your husband, and they all took a kind of poison Died later, I believe your husband died of poison before the saw hit him."

"My husband has never had a grudge against anyone, and he didn't eat anything weird today," Mrs. Brown said.

"This wasn't a deliberate murder. The criminal didn't have a clear target. Mrs. Brown, please think about it. We will investigate everything your husband ate before he climbed the ladder," Sherlock said.

"I only had a little lunch and a little juice. I can give you the rest." Mrs. Brown said.

"Daddy also ate a candy," said Mrs. Brown's six-year-old son, Taylor, who sat beside him.

"Your father has diabetes, he can't eat candy. And why are you down, dear, go back to your room?" Mrs. Brown said.

"No, I'm not lying, I saw him eat it, right before sawing the tree," Tyler exclaimed.

Mrs. Brown still wanted to deny Taylor's words, but Sherlock asked her one step ahead: "Boy, did you see where your father put the leftover candies?"

"I know, he's in the toolbox in the garage."

Taylor took Sherlock to find a small glass bottle containing several colored "candies" in the toolbox in the garage, Sherlock took a blue "candy" out of it and licked it, "Well, blueberry flavored .”

"This can't be real candy, can it?" said a policeman standing on the side. He and Sherlock had been at loggerheads, and he was most happy to find fault with Sherlock.

Sherlock ignored him, he never paid attention to such stupid mortals.Self-consciously licking the candy in his hand again, Sherlock pursed his lips and seemed to carefully recollect the taste, then smacked his tongue and said: "It seems that we have encountered a criminal who likes sweets, who Would have thought that such a humble candy could be a drug!"

Yang Yi took the glass bottle from Sherlock's hand, the small colored "hard candies" inside were shining in colorful light under the sunlight, Yang Yi shook it lightly, the little "candies" collided together and released A small voice said, "I think this criminal is full of childishness, isn't he such a cute little pill?"

"Of course." Sherlock smiled at Yang Yi and agreed. He seldom agrees with other people's opinions, even if the other party is right, but Yang Yi is different. Sherlock knows that he should please the person he likes even if his EQ is a little low. , Anyway, he said that he didn't need to be responsible for the case.

When John came over and saw Sherlock's unnatural behavior, he felt a little funny in his heart, but he still asked with a serious face: "Sherlock, are you sure this is what we are looking for?"

"Yes, if you taste it carefully, you will find that this candy tree actually tastes very strange, do you want to try it?" Sherlock asked John as he handed the candy he had licked in his hand.

"Sherlock! This is a drug, how can you take it casually." John said.

"It's okay, the side effects are very low, just treat it as if I put on a few more nicotine patches." Sherlock shrugged.

"Are you sure the drug and the nicotine patch have the same ingredients?" Lestrade walked up and said. "So, what did you find out?"

"An address. This bottle must have been in this tool box for a while. There is a layer of oil and dust on the bottom of the glass bottle. From the traces on the bottom of the tool box, it can be seen that there were originally three small bottles here, once a month. bottle, this is the last bottle. I found a candy store receipt from three months ago in the pile of receipts in the kitchen drawer, and it had a D on it, which happened to be the same letter I found on the bottom of the bottle , and then I found the address based on the name of the store - Douglas Candy Store, 23 Brown Street." Sherlock said.

"So, we're going to find a candy store that sells drugs?" Lestrade asked suspiciously, "I think so."

"Sherlock, this is the largest candy store in the UK, and it has chain stores all over the world. Do you think they will sell drugs if they are doing good business?" Lestrade said while scratching his hair.

"What, the largest candy store in Britain?" Sherlock blinked. He doesn't like sweets, so he doesn't know anything about the British sweets industry.

"Yes, and the colored marbles you speak of are one of the best selling candies."

"Oh." Sherlock wrinkled his nose in displeasure.

Lestrade turned his gaze to Yang Yi who was standing aside, smiled politely and said, "Sir, John said that you are also a detective like Sherlock, so can you use deduction to deduce it?"

Yang Yi looked at John suspiciously, and John spread his hands to him, expressing that it had nothing to do with him.

Yang Yi straightened his sleeves, stepped forward and said: "Yes, I also provide detective services, but I don't do it for free, the starting price is [-] pounds, and I can help you find out what you want to know. "

"Fifty thousand pounds?" John took a breath.

"But it's free this time, because I've already found a clue. It's also the same address——on Rose Street next to Brown Street, there's an underground restaurant called Dexters. All the victims have been there."

"How do you know?" Sherlock was very surprised.

"When I was in the car, I used your mobile phone to enter Scotland Yard's database, read all the victim's information, and drew an intersection based on the places where the victim might go. You were flipping through When I was looking for those invoices, I marked all the shops within that range, and then listed the places where the victim might go, and then checked their consumption records. It happened that Decos Hotel was on the list. .”

Although what Yang Yi said was simple, everyone present knew that the information of these victims could add up to fill several file boxes, and it was almost impossible to find the intersection points after comparing them one by one, because People can remember all the files, even Sherlock can't do this.

"How did you draw this range?" Sherlock asked.

Yang Yi smiled, pointed to his head with his finger, "In the brain."