[Moriarty of Worrying about the Country] Descartes Formula

"Welcome, guest, what do you think of the new product last time?" Following the man, he entered a hospital, and then a secret passage opened, Sherlock followed quietly, only when he found other figures in front of him , quickly hid in a corner full of boxes and squatted down, and heard such a conversation.

"Well, give me some more." "Yes, as long as you can afford the money." "? Well, can I not afford the money, you are underestimating me! Now." The sound of the coin falling, "Look Come on, you're not even sober, there's nothing you can do, come with me." Sherlock tried not to look over there, so as not to meet someone who was sensitive to sight and notice him.

The carrying light gradually faded away, leaving a darkness. Sherlock waited for a few seconds before coming out from behind the box and followed. Soon he smelled the familiar aroma again.

A room with an open door, a faint light seeping from the room, and smoke drifting through the air as it drifts through the air.

The other person left. Sherlock hid his figure in the darkness. Hearing that there was no movement in the room, he carefully looked over. There were seven or eight men lying in the room, and some were reclining on the quilt. Smoking long pipes, some sat on the ground against the cabinet and smoked, and some sat down with their heads down as if they had lost their vitality. Empty "people".

Through the faint light, Sherlock saw the person he was staring at before, and he was already familiar with lighting up a cigarette, but the pipe was obviously not ordinary tobacco, but opium, and the thick smoke in the air made him hold his breath If you don't breathe, if you inhale too much, you may become hallucinating.

There is no doubt that this is a den of opium, but it should be more than just this place. Sherlock decided to follow the person who was obviously the instigator or accomplice just now, along the direction he left just now, and Sherlock walked past quietly.

"Who?" This is underground, and there is not much wind itself. With the change of wind force, Sherlock felt that there seemed to be another person. He hit his intuition, but it hit the wooden stick. General feel.

The two fought in the narrow and dark space, but he quickly realized that this person was not the guard here, because the other party had been restraining himself from making a big noise.

The next moment, the two of them stopped at the same time, as if they had thought of this at the same time, a faint candlelight suddenly appeared on the opposite side, and Sherlock was startled, "William?" "Mr. Holmes?" He is not familiar with people, and Sherlock felt that it was a bit wrong to call it out. It was because Chris was always in front of him, William came and William went, so he subconsciously called them that. After all, James Moriarty is their The common name of the three brothers in the family.

"Why are you here?" Sherlock showed a wry smile. He had tried his best to avoid meeting William, but he did meet him, but yes, this is Earl Moriarty's territory after all.

"This is my brother's territory. Naturally, I also want to maintain the lives of ordinary people. Recently, there have been many strange phenomena in the town. Some families who obviously have no worries about daily expenses suddenly seem to have gone bankrupt, and some men in their prime are one by one. I was depressed, so I looked it up and found it here." William explained and blew out the candle to avoid being discovered by others.

"I smelled the smell of opium on the train, so I followed." "Mr. Holmes really likes to meddle in his own business." William's evaluation made Sherlock feel that he really couldn't get along with this person. At the birthday party, he had this feeling.

"Don't get in the way later." William said indifferently, "I should have said that!" Sherlock replied unconvinced, and the two fell silent after that. Although they didn't want to go with him, there was only A corridor can only go the same way temporarily.

Good luck tonight, Sherlock thought he was just catching a small fish. After all, there are so many hospitals here, and there is a chance of choosing one of them. Who knows that the one caught this time seems to be the person in charge.But speaking of catching this person, Sherlock glanced at William, his skills were surprisingly good, he was clearly a nobleman, but he looked like a killer.

Sherlock noticed William's moves. Unlike the baton technique he practiced, which combines attack and defense, William's moves are more like the so-called "killing technique". This is very interesting. Why would a good nobleman practice This kind of thing, however, Sherlock's interest that had just risen, and thought of Chris's suicide note, was drowned out by a basin of cold water.

"You are? I probably remember that you seem to be Dudley Bell, the school's accounting director." William looked at the man who was caught and tied up, and said with his hand on his chin.

"Are you? A student at the school?" Dudley glanced at William suspiciously, but he didn't dare to underestimate him. He was the one who struck so ruthlessly just now that almost killed him.

"Well, it used to be, and now I've graduated, but I'm considering continuing to be a professor at the school." William smiled brightly, as if they were chatting while drinking tea in the afternoon sun.

"Ahaha, then we are colleagues. I said, can you let me go?" Dudley said with a flattering smile.

"I'm sorry, but I can't." William continued to smile, making Dudley's face stiff in place. He has always maintained a smile and lowered the defensiveness of the students. Who knows that he will face another kind of A smile similar to his, still in this dangerous situation.

"Hey, you are the one who sold opium to the residents of this small town?" Sherlock squatted and said impatiently, "No, I just... just came to take the students back, because someone gave I believe that I was asked to come here to take a student back, so I came here, I have nothing to do with opium!" Dudley quibbled.

"Well, but, I heard that this hospital, including several other hospitals, is your property. Below the hospital is the opium den. Can you get away with it?" William said suspiciously.

Ask Louis to vigorously develop the relationship with the intelligence network. After all, he is a newspaper office, so William knows the situation in this small town like the back of his hand, and his brain memory is much better than ordinary people, even the corner information can be clearly remembered. .

Dudley's face was stiff, "Anyway, what can you do with me, are you going to hand me over to the police?" He said with a reassuring smile, "It doesn't seem to work, I heard that you seem to know the police very well. .” William showed a distressed expression.

Sherlock scratched his hair, "I said, just leave it to me, I will lock him into Scotland Yard, I don't believe they dare to release the person I locked in." I believe it very much, and I will never go along with this kind of person.

"Don't be so troublesome, I have a better idea." William didn't take it seriously after being robbed, "You use the hospital to buy a large amount of opium, let the children of the nobles get addicted to drugs, and then use the name of covering up the scandal to report to the police. Their parents extorted the hush money, and after the noble children inherited the title, they will extort another sum to build your property, and then set the fire yourself, and then come to put out the fire yourself, you are really bad." William's tone was very gentle. , but the content is very informative.

"So that's the case. It seems that you can solve it even without me." Sherlock stood up and put his hands in his pockets.William only needs to tell the nobles who have been blackmailed and are about to be blackmailed about this situation, and they will definitely not let go of this guy who entrapped their children and extorted money. There will be as many enemies as there are hands. This is probably self-inflicted. A real example.

"How did you know so clearly?" Dudley's face turned blue, he didn't know when the information leaked out, "It's just a simple investigation, anyway, they are from the same school. I know." William laughed, "Now, please hand over your account book and blackmail letter to me."

"I won't..." Dudley said stiffly, how could he hand over something that would cause endless troubles, but before he finished speaking, he noticed the sharp knife on his neck, "You ..." Dudley's fingers kept trembling but he didn't dare to do anything.

Putting away the dagger, William said calmly, "Is it okay now? Or do you want to experience the feeling of taking a bath with your own blood?" It was obviously a delicate and handsome face, but Dudley looked like a devil at the moment.

Standing by the side, Sherlock disapproved of William's intimidating behavior, and it's okay to use some means to solve the matter, unless William really intends to kill, he will stop it.

The bill stated the amount of opium sold by Dudley in recent years, the buyer, some names were marked with his father's title level, and the approximate price that could be blackmailed. It can be said to be very conclusive evidence.

There are more than a dozen blackmail letters that have not been sent, and there are countless people who have sent them and received money.

Thinking of such a role, he has actually been in the opium business for several years on his site, harming so many people, and he didn't pay attention at all. Only recently he extended his hand to the residents of this small town and the students of the school, William Only then did he realize that this made him very depressed.

If you dare to do the opium business, you must have a backer, and it may involve the interests of many nobles. William narrowed his eyes slightly, and left the rest to Brother Albert. The interests of the nobles, hmph.

"Since you have tracked down here for a taste of opium, I will leave the rest to you? Mr. Holmes, the prisoner and the evidence are here. You should know how to do it. If you need me to teach you?"