When Pei Donglai dressed as John Watson

John is a punctual person, so after calculating the time, he arrived at 221b Baker Street a little earlier and arrived at 35:[-]pm.

However, just as he got off the taxi and stood in front of Baker Street, Sherlock Holmes also got off the taxi just as he saw him at a glance.

Because John has a temperament that is incompatible with the people around him, and he is aloof and indifferent. Although Sherlock has not had much contact with him, he intuitively tells himself that the other party is a person who refuses to admit defeat and likes to be sarcastic like himself, but he is mostly unintentional. But I sometimes have deliberate elements in it.

"Mr. Holmes." John spotted the co-tenant coming out of the taxi.

Sherlock smiled, feeling that the two should not be so unfamiliar, so he said, "Please call me Sherlock." Then the two shook hands.

When he came to 221b, John had to admit that it was a good place, but he still had to ask clear questions. "The location here is very good. It should be very expensive, right?" He is no longer Pei Donglai, the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, and he has no family background to support him. Began to live frugally.

Seeing John's embarrassment, after Sherlock rang the doorbell, it was rare for him to explain to John with understanding: "The landlord, Mrs. Hudson, gave me a special price, and she owed me a favor. Because a few years ago, his husband Sentenced to life in Florida, I helped."

John couldn't help jumping a few times between his brows, and asked according to his habitual thinking: "So, you saved her husband from the death penalty?"

"No." Sherlock gave the answer: "I testified against him and gave him a certainty."

Well, there are all kinds of people in this world, so there is nothing strange about it!

The door was opened, and a kindly 60-year-old lady came out from the other side of the door.She warmly hugged Sherlock who was standing outside the door, called his name affectionately, and after Sherlock introduced John Watson who was standing beside him, she wanted to give him a hug with the same enthusiasm.

However, it was avoided by John.

After all, although this body belongs to John, John's soul is dead, and Pei Donglai is occupying this body.In Datang, although it is very open, there is no such rule that men and women hug each other when they meet, so even if he is faced with the enthusiasm of a 60-year-old woman, he still can't stand it.

Fortunately, Mrs. Hudson didn't care about this, she stretched out her right hand, let the embarrassed John shake hands with her, and then turned sideways to let him and Sherlock in.

The rented room is on the second floor, and the walls of the stairs are covered with leaf wallpaper that doesn't look dense or sparse.

With the key in his hand, Sherlock opened the door of the room and let John enter the room first.

The room was unexpectedly good, with all the furniture and appliances. It was much better than the place he lived in before. There was a living room and a kitchen. The two closed doors should be the toilet and the bedroom. Even the bookshelves were full of books. , Unfortunately, it was a bit of a mess, but John told Sherlock the truth and suggested that he clean up the rubbish.

This time it was Sherlock's turn to be embarrassed, he walked quickly to the pile of 'garbage', and said honestly, "I can put them all away."

Sherlock stuffed the file on the table onto the bookshelf, put the notebook into the windbreaker pocket, put a note full of words on the top of the fireplace, and then inserted a knife into the paper, fix it.

John has been paying attention to Sherlock's movements, so he found a skeleton skull also placed on the fireplace. "What's going on?" John suddenly thought of the strange hobby of the ghost doctor Wang Lu, and he began to sincerely hope that his roommate was not as strange as him.

"My friend." Sherlock said, but he didn't explain anything specifically. He just turned around and changed the topic back: "What do you think? Dr. Watson."

"There is another bedroom upstairs." Mrs. Hudson interrupted, but she was obviously a little disapproving of her proposal: "If you need two bedrooms."

"Of course we need two rooms." Unable to understand what Mrs. Hudson meant, John blinked.

"You don't have to worry, there are everyone here." Mrs. Hudson felt embarrassed about John, so she laughed and said with a hint of gossip: "The couple next door to Mrs. Teller's house are still married. "

"..." John felt as if he had heard something terrible. There was too much information for a while, and it was a bit poorly received.Then, he couldn't help but look at Sherlock, a little wondering whether it was Sherlock or what he did that caused Mrs. Hudson to have such a misunderstanding.

Seeing that John did not refute, Mrs. Hudson smiled happily and began to scold her dear friend Sherlock. "Sherlock, look what a mess you've made in here." Then he went into the kitchen to help clean up.

John didn't bother to talk too much, and besides, he wasn't a person who liked to explain.He patted the cushions of the sofa, then sat down, looking at Sherlock's figure with a cold and arrogant expression.When he saw Sherlock turned on the computer, John suddenly said, "I searched for you on the Internet last night."

After hearing this, Sherlock turned around quickly, put his hands in the pockets of his trousers unnaturally, and said, "Any interesting discoveries?"

"Found your website, Deductive Research," John said.

"What do you think?" Although Sherlock tried his best to hide his confidence in his deductive research, and tried his best to prevent himself from showing a proud expression, John still saw it.

He stared at Sherlock for a while, and after making the other person's face stiff, he said slowly: "You said that you can tell that the other party is a software designer from the tie, and that the other party is a pilot from the thumb?"

"Yes." Sherlock replied seriously. "I read your military history in your face and legs, and your brother's alcoholism in your phone."

"What do you think?" John is the young minister of Dali Temple, and he has done a lot to solve cases, and the deductive method Sherlock refers to is something he has never been exposed to before, so he is very interested in it.

However, before Sherlock could answer, Mrs. Hudson came out of the kitchen with a newspaper in her hand, "What's the matter with these suicides? Sherlock." She raised her head and said with a smile: " I thought you'd be interested? Three identical cases."

"It's all over," Sherlock said, standing at the window with a police car parked downstairs.This, of course, did not mean that the fourth suicide had happened in the vicinity, but that someone had come to him for help. "The fourth incident happened, and it's a little different this time." Otherwise, that person wouldn't suddenly come looking for him.

Soon, Sherlock saw a man climbing the stairs through the open door. He was a handsome and good-natured man with gray hair and black eyes, in his thirties.

"Where?" Sherlock asked, he already understood the purpose of the other party.

The man was not surprised by Sherlock's prophet, he walked into the room, took a breath, and immediately replied: "Blakeston, Lauriston Gardens."

"What's different this time?" Sherlock asked, "Otherwise you wouldn't have come here specially, so there must be something abnormal."

"The victim never left a message before, but this time he did." The man spread his hands, "Are you coming?"

"Who is in charge of collecting evidence this time?"

"Anderson." Sherlock frowned at the man's answer.

"I don't get along well with him." Sherlock said with some disgust.

The man really didn't understand Sherlock's thinking, and sighed to persuade the other party. After all, he still needed some help from Sherlock, so that the truth of this case could be found out earlier. "Anyway, he won't be your assistant. Does it matter if you get along well?"

"But I need an assistant," Sherlock retorted.

The man was even more helpless, he asked straightforwardly: "Are you coming?" He understood Sherlock's words, which meant that the other party would probably bring someone over to help.Although he doesn't think Sherlock can find an assistant, there are always accidents in everything, so he can't be arbitrary.

"Not in the police car, I'll follow behind." Sherlock promised.

"Thank you." The man breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and left first.

John watched the whole scene, but felt in a cloud of fog and didn't understand what was going on.Who is this man?Why did he come to ask Sherlock Holmes for help?And what is the case?

He looked at Sherlock, and the corners of Sherlock's pursed mouth slowly rose, and then he clenched his fists with lively hands and jumped up happily. "Great!" he cheered, and turned around a few times: "There have been four serial suicides, and this time there are last words. It's almost Christmas!"

"Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock put on the windbreaker that he took off when he entered the room, "I will be back later, and I may need your help to prepare a midnight snack."

"I'm your landlord, dear." Mrs. Hudson was used to Sherlock's virtues, but she still tried to defend herself with a dying struggle: "I'm not the housekeeper." Although she knew, she would still be considerate for Xia Locke Locke was preparing for supper, after all without her, Sherlock would probably be too lazy to eat.

God, he's going to burn his stomach.

"It's fine if it's cold." This was Sherlock's answer to her.