[Comprehensive British and American] Einstein's male god

Chapter 43 Surveillance

As the youngest son of the Holmes family, even if Sherlock is not a local tyrant, he is also a rich second generation, but he himself does not seem to have much pursuit of such an identity, and he has no interest in inheriting Siegson's career. , the only thing that interests him now is to figure out the criminal psychology and dismantle the criminal process, and put himself in the role of the criminal, conceiving the most perfect crime in his mind.

Regarding this, Siegson expressed great concern psychologically. There is no need to doubt his youngest son's high IQ, but he has to worry about the fact that his IQ is so high that he has a slight anti-social personality. The eldest son has chosen to go into politics, while the younger son has Developing a strong interest in crime and criminals, he has to fear that one day he will see Sherlock in prison.

For this reason, Siegson once sought the counseling of a psychologist for Sherlock, but every time he stayed for less than 5 minutes, he walked out in a mess, saying that he would resign, and the longest record was only 8 minutes...

Sigson still remembers that scene. He watched Sherlock use sharp and pointed language from the closed-circuit TV. He talked about the person he invited until his face turned pale in two or three sentences, and when the person left in embarrassment At that time, Sherlock raised a sarcastic smile at the mirror, as if to say, this is the so-called expert you invited?

Well, being hit by Sherlock like this, Siegson has to admit that seeking a psychiatrist is an extremely stupid approach, so now he can only put his hopes on Winnie, who will not let Sherlock drive him away Little girl, a little girl who is only 12 years old...

Early in the morning, Winnie, who was still in a sweet dream, was awakened by Sherlock who came suddenly.

Winnie sat on the bed like a dream, and looked blankly at Sherlock standing in front of her bed. She didn't even know when Sherlock appeared in her room.

"Get up, we have important things to do." Sherlock said to Winnie, who was obviously not fully awake.

It was the first time Winnie saw Sherlock so excited.

Brett and Serena did not stay with Winnie in Sherlock Holmes Manor, and yesterday they were just to send Winnie safely to Sherlock's house. Serena recently opened a fashion store in the Muggle world, so Winnie While staying at Sherlock's house, she would continue to be busy with the business she had started, not to mention Brett, who had always been very close to Sigson and had recently planned to expand the business to North America.

So, to put it simply, Winnie lived in Sherlock's house alone.

"Are you going out?" Mycroft, who had just come downstairs, raised his eyebrows when he saw Sherlock and Winnie who were about to go out.

Sherlock was wearing a long black windbreaker with a white shirt and black trousers inside, while Winnie was wearing a long white dress with an aqua blue coat.

"Obviously." Sherlock replied to Mycroft without looking back.

Mycroft wasn't offended by Sherlock's attitude, he just said normally: "Come back early."

Before leaving, Winnie heard a word behind her: "Be safe, Winnie."

"I will." Although she didn't understand why McCoff said that, Winnie still replied.

Sherlock took Winnie to the streets of London, shuttling through the streets with people coming and going, but Winnie found a very strange place, Sherlock seemed to be taking her around all the time, because they were already in the same place. Went for a second time.

"Sherlock, where are we going?" asked Winnie, who was following Sherlock. Sherlock's legs were very long, and each step equaled her two steps.

"It's not the time yet." Sherlock said, looking around lightly.

It's just that the meaning of this sentence is not the time is a bit difficult to understand. Before I had time to think about the meaning of this sentence, Sherlock had already brought Winnie to a park. The ground was full of white pigeons, and they were feeding by passers-by. At this moment, Sherlock suddenly ran towards the group of white pigeons, and the next second saw the group of surprised white pigeons flying around. At the same time, Winnie heard Sherlock shout: " run!"

Then, her wrist was suddenly grabbed, and Winnie was almost dragged away. She didn't know where Sherlock was going to take her, but she knew that she was dragged for a long distance, shuttling through the streets, and then, She was pulled into an alley, her sight dimmed, and when she regained consciousness, she was already pressed against the stone wall, her height only reaching Sherlock's chest, at this time Sherlock deliberately bent down, almost Surround her completely.

The nostrils are full of the smell of Sherlock's body. It may be because he was too close, and because of the violent running just now, Winnie's breathing is a bit difficult at this time. A sound suddenly sounded from not far away, and one of Sherlock's hands was also placed on the back of her head at this moment, and with a force, he directly pressed her face against her chest, and she vaguely heard a few An unfamiliar male voice.

"Followed?"

"Damn!"

Sherlock used the huge trash can to block him and Winnie from those who followed him along the way. He knew who sent them, all sent by his controlling/demanding father. Those who came to follow him were bodyguards if they sounded good, and dogs that watched him if they sounded bad.

In fact, not only these people, but monitors can be found around the house, recording his every move, not to mention his mobile phone and electronic appliances.

His father tried everything he could to control him.

After hearing those footsteps away, Sherlock let go of Winnie and took a few steps back slowly.

After finally breathing fresh oxygen, Winnie sucked it in gulps until she felt better, then she asked: "Are those your enemies just now?"

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, neither denying nor confirming, he said after a long time, "You can try to guess."

"Is this the first time?" Winnie asked after thinking about it.

"No." Sherlock replied quickly.

"Did they ever hurt you?" Winnie asked again.

"No."

Winnie hesitated, and said a name: "Uncle Sigson?"

Sherlock raised the corner of his mouth: "Congratulations on your answer."

"Is it sent to protect you?" This was the first thought in Winnie's mind.

"I think the word surveillance would be more appropriate." Sherlock showed a mocking smile at this time, and his tone did not hide it.

"Why?" Thinking of Sigson being a very gentle and refined person, Winnie didn't understand why Sherlock should be monitored.

"Because he thinks I'm a madman."

Winnie raised her head suddenly, she couldn't see any sign of joking from Charlotte's face, only ridicule, and every tiny reaction on his face showed that Sherlock was not joking.

"You're not a lunatic." Winnie pursed her lips, and although her tone sounded uneventful, it felt like she was stating a fact, "You're very smart, but sometimes there are too many norms in this world, as long as you If we deviate even a little bit, we will be considered outliers."

Not everyone in this world is as smart as Albert Einstein or Sherlock, and not everyone is as good at communicating with others, just because most people are the same template, as long as some people behave like this Most people who are different are considered different, ostracized and misunderstood.

Sherlock suddenly stretched out his hand and rubbed Winnie's head, but quickly retracted it, and raised the corner of his mouth: "Want to feel another world?"

"What world?" Winnie was taken aback by Sherlock's sudden words.

"Follow me." Sherlock put away his smile and did not answer directly, showing his usual calmness and calmness.

Winnie followed behind Sherlock, watching Sherlock take out the mobile phone from his body, his fingers twitched rapidly on it, and quickly put the mobile phone back into his pocket.

Sherlock took Winnie to a place where there were no people, and then suddenly stopped by the road, as if waiting for something. Sure enough, within a few minutes, a black car suddenly drove towards them and stopped in front of them.

The black glass window of the driving position slowly fell down, revealing the face of a middle-aged man. From the outside, he looked very professional. His hair was well combed, and he looked neat at first glance.

"Is it Mr. Holmes?" The middle-aged man looked at Sherlock first, then at Winnie, and frowned slightly.

"Yes." Sherlock could see the distrust of the middle-aged man at a glance, but this is also natural. Anyone who sees a teenage boy with a 12-year-old girl must have doubts.

"She is?" The middle-aged man asked Winnie again.

"She's my sister." Sherlock lied without blinking an eye, with an open face, and easily deceived the middle-aged man.

"Get in the car." The middle-aged man sighed softly and opened the car door. Although he still had some doubts and distrust in his heart, how could he resist the lady's order.

Winnie followed Sherlock into the car. Although she had many questions in her heart, she met Sherlock's face, watched him make a mouth shape, and simply said a word LATER (later).

The car slowly drove away from the urban area and drove towards the suburbs. Winnie looked at the scenery outside the car window. It was green and full of trees. After a while, the car stopped at the door of an old castle, and there were several people living at the door. People in black uniforms.

"Here we are, get out of the car first, and the servant will take you to see the lady." The middle-aged man did not turn around, but said while looking at the rear mirror.

Before Winnie could push the door open, the car door was already opened by a middle-aged woman in servant clothes outside, "Please."

The author has something to say: the last of the three updates, the next one is to investigate the case~~~