When Pei Donglai dressed as John Watson

Sherlock and John learned from Sebastian that Eddie Vancourt was smuggling, but unfortunately, he didn't know what the smuggled items were.

Still, that's enough to keep Sherlock going, but it would be nice to have a little more clue.

So, the clues came quickly.

Because while browsing the web at night, John saw an interesting thing.It was a reporter who died in the secret room yesterday. He lived on a very high floor and the door was locked, but he was obviously shot dead. He had the same death method as Eddie Fanku.

The title of this report is--Intruders that can pass through walls.

Eddie died the day before yesterday, and this freelance journalist named Brian Lucci died yesterday. Obviously he was the second victim.

So, Sherlock and John went to Scotland Yard and asked to go to the room where Brian died to investigate. For this reason, they came to Dimock specifically to let him admit that Eddie was indeed shot dead, and that Not a suicide before getting permission to investigate Bryan's residence.

In order not to have another victim, Dimock finally agreed.

Of course, the ballistic test report is also credited here, at least it proves that Eddie's gun does not match the bullet that shot him.

Dimock led the two of them to Brian's room, which was disorganized, like a normal, single man's place.The only difference is that there are a lot of books in his room and living room.

Sherlock looked around, and then came to a skylight, which was not locked, just like it was when Brian was killed, just closed.

"It's four stories high, so they think they can sit back and relax." Sherlock said with a mocking expression, "Hang up the door chain, put the bar on it, lock it up, and think it's indestructible. There is another entrance."

"I don't understand," Dimock said, and he watched Sherlock open the skylight window.

"A killer who can fly over the wall." Sherlock said: "The murderer clings to the wall like an insect, and then comes in from here."

"What?" Dimock thought he had misheard, so he hoped Sherlock would say it again.

And Sherlock did as he wished, and even said a little more in detail: "He climbed up the wall, ran to the roof, and then jumped in through this skylight."

"Are you kidding me? Could it be Spider-Man?" Dimock nodded for his sense of humor.

"It's not Spider-Man, it's Chinese Kung Fu." Apparently John has also watched Spider-Man-related movies and TV shows. "He climbed to the sixth floor of the apartment building in the dock area, jumped in from the balcony, and killed Eddie Vancourt."

"Enough." Dimmock regretted letting Sherlock and John come to the scene of the crime. They were obviously of no help to him.

"That's how he sneaked into the bank at the beginning, and climbed onto the terrace along the window sill." Sherlock said, "I thought it would be a spider-man at first, but then I found out that I was wrong." Then he ignored Dimock, While talking to himself, he said, "I have to find the connection between Eddie Fanko and Brian Lucci." He began to look around.

Dimock couldn't bear Sherlock's self-righteousness, and wanted to question him in his own words.But before he could say anything, he was stunned when he saw John's actions.

Because John doesn't like to explain, he likes to tell people the truth with actions, so he just did it.

Although this body is not like his previous life, he has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and he is just a doctor.But even if he is a doctor, he is also a military doctor and has received strict training, so although it is very difficult, he has recovered nearly [-]% of his previous life's kung fu.But in this world, enough is enough.

Because in this world, John has studied the so-called Chinese Kung Fu here, so many have been lost long ago. Although it is very sad, at least John thinks that there may be some martial arts that are particularly good, but he will definitely be the highest.

John used his recovery of nearly [-]% of his kung fu to help him climb up to the ceiling steadily, and his hands and feet used internal force to absorb the wall so that he would not fall down. "I can climb high places like that guy, and I'm sure I'm better than him, he's not my match."

"What the hell!" Dimok covered his head with a headache, and said as if giving up on himself: "Okay, you won, you can investigate to your heart's content, I completely believe it."

At this time, Sherlock picked up a book, which was the only book that was randomly thrown on the ground.Sherlock saw that it was stamped with the words of Kensington West End Library, and looked at the date it was rented out, which happened to be the day Brian was killed.

With a flash of inspiration, Sherlock rushed out with the book.

John noticed it, used his lightness kung fu, landed beside Sherlock like flying, and followed him out of the room.

Dimock, who was left alone in the murder room, felt his head hurt even more.

Because Sherlock took things from the murder scene without his consent, but he didn't have time to stop it.It seems that if someone finds out this time, it will definitely be very troublesome.

At this time, Dimock finally understood why Lestrade was silent about Sherlock Holmes's character while praising Sherlock Holmes' acting ability.

Sherlock and John came to the West End Library in Kensington. They wanted to find out where the book was originally placed, and maybe they would find the clues they wanted.

They found the book, and then they also saw the graffiti that was exactly the same as the Suzhou code in Sir William's office at Shadsanderson Bank.

Sherlock took a picture of this Suzhou code, and when the two of them were on the way home together, they began to think and stitch together the clues of the case.

"The murderer went to the bank first and left a threatening code for Eddie Vancourt. He panicked and ran back home to lock himself up. He died a few hours later."

"The murderer found Brian Lucci in the library and left the same threatening code on the bookshelves he could see. He fled back home and locked himself up. Late that night, he died."

"Why were they killed, Sherlock?" John asked a meaningless question, and then found a possible answer for himself: "Do you think it has something to do with smuggling?"

"Only the password can tell us the answer." Sherlock said, "But I can't confirm what these Suzhou codes represent. But..."

"But what?"

"We may start from another aspect." Sherlock thought of this, and then told the taxi driver another address - the National Gallery, and then told John about the so-called password: "You know John, this world The Internet is full of codes and codes, from multimillion-dollar bank security systems to ordinary cryptographic machines. As long as we are awake, we must deal with codes."

"Yes, of course I know that."

"However, these are all generated by computers, such as electronic codes, electronic encryption programs. But this time is different, this is an ancient code method, and modern code-breaking technology cannot break it, so we are going to consult It's a little bit different."

"What? Say it again?" Although it was only a few days with Sherlock, John had already experienced his character, so he couldn't believe what he heard.Sherlock, who has always been arrogant and thinks he knows almost everything, needs to consult someone?

My God, what a man must that be? !

"You heard it very clearly, and I don't want to repeat it." Sherlock didn't even turn his head, and walked forward after getting out of the taxi, almost leaving John behind who didn't react.

Fortunately, John followed closely, and felt that this Sherlock was unexpectedly cute, so he couldn't help but asked him again: "You also need consultation? About painting?"

"Yes, that's right." Sherlock began to feel a little impatient, because his voice was a little louder than usual. "I'll have to consult an expert." Sherlock didn't want to show his incompetence in front of John, but obviously, it wasn't possible.At the very least, he loves deductive reasoning, so he needs some clues that will allow him to deduce the process, even if it may make him lose face in front of John.

Sherlock took John to Trafalgar Square in central London, and then let the taxi stop at the National Gallery on the north side of it.But Sherlock did not take John into the National Gallery, and he was not interested in admiring the art in the National Gallery, but came to find someone.

The person Sherlock was looking for was not in the National Gallery, so he took John around a bit and came to the back door of the gallery. There was only a young man in a black coat with spray paint in both hands. The upper body of a man has been spray-painted on the back door of this National Gallery.

"The tip of the new iceberg." He didn't turn his head, but he knew that someone was approaching him, but the movement of his hand still didn't stop.

"Interesting." Sherlock nodded.

"I call it." The young man laughed in a low voice, looking very excited.

And Sherlock complimented him, saying he had a catchy name.