[sherlock] It's mine, don't move!

Inspector Lestrade and Anderson hurriedly jumped into the car, followed the sound of the car moving and drove towards Baker Street, and finally stopped John and the others before they left Baker Street.

"Hey! Good morning, Detective Inspector Lestrade and Forensic Anderson." If the appearance of Inspector Lestrade is reasonable, then the appearance of Forensic Anderson, who had been making fun of Sherlock before It took John by surprise.Although his thoughts instantly turned nine twists and eighteen turns in his heart, John still waved his hands to the two with a gentle smile that seemed to be remembered as if nothing had happened on his face, which was regarded as a greeting, while the other One hand was held in Sherlock's arm, and it had never been separated since he went out.

Sherlock didn't feel anything wrong, but John did it on purpose. There are too many people who can't spy on the big detective next to him. In order to prevent problems, he needs to make a clear statement. It is best to let the entire British Empire know They are a couple, let all those men and women give up their hearts!

So, when the inspector and the others saw these two aboveboard couples showing their affection in front of the live broadcast, they almost blinded their titanium alloy eyes for an instant.

"Sherlock, it's great that you're still alive!" After all, he is a person who has experienced great storms and battles. The inspector took the lead in recovering from the turmoil in the wind, and glanced at the people on Baker Street who were already in twos and threes. The reporter who was separated, strode in front of Sherlock and hugged the big detective who had just returned with a high profile with all his strength.

"Life without me, Lestrade, you must be living a very empty and lonely life, right?" Sherlock hugged the dry inspector Ren, although the words in his mouth were not pleasant, but the softened corners of the eyes and brows still made people see When he came out, the great detective's mood was not as calm as he seemed, and he was even a little joyful from the bottom of his heart.

Inspector Lestrade's eyes turned red. He thought that his sins would accompany him to the grave before he could confess to the young detective. He thought that he deserved the punishment of going to hell, but...but ... Now is God hearing his confession?

"You...what's your relationship?" Anderson, who was nailed to the spot and confused, raised his trembling fingers, pointed at the two people, and stammered.

"What is our relationship, you still can't see it?" John asked calmly.

"But...how did you get together? It's obviously inhuman, illogical, and illogical. How is this possible?" Seeing that Anderson would continue to speak incoherently, Inspector Lestrade let go of his hands and retreated without a trace. In the last step, he slammed his elbow vigorously, hitting his chest.Inspector Lestrade cast a disgusted glance at Anderson, who was trembling in pain, and silently thought that this subordinate was already stupid enough before. Now that Sherlock, who had been on his mind for two years, died and came back to life, how could his IQ compare to that of Anderson? What about the one that went back a lot two years ago?

Is it...

"Why don't you invite us in for a cup of tea?" Inspector Lestrade seemed to have thought of something terrifying, his eyes widened, and he looked at Anderson with a complicated expression of surprise and regret, shook his head with a sigh, and closed his eyes. Pulling up the coat on his body, he began to complain in his heart that the damn weather in London seemed to have become colder all of a sudden.It can be said that the weather in London has never been better, just like a grieving woman who pulls a gloomy dead face all year round, which makes people not happy at all.

"We're going shopping, go in and have tea with Mrs. Hudson yourself." Sherlock closed the door unceremoniously and refused customers, even if these two people were his old acquaintances two years ago.

"What are you going shopping for? Sherlock, follow me to see new cases."

"..." Sherlock, who was expressionless, was shaken in an instant. The two options of the case and shopping were vacillating in Sherlock's mind, and it was difficult to choose.

"Recently, there have been a lot of inexplicable new cases in London, especially those tricky cases of skeletons in the basement. Our police have been too busy to find any clues." Inspector Lestrade shrugged and had to say As long as Sherlock is back, he feels relieved. The only consulting detective in the world will definitely give a good look to those criminals who are dancing around London like clowns! ! !

Lestrade knew very well where his detective friend's weakness was, so he patted him on the shoulder with a very solemn expression, and then added a sentence with emphasis: "That secret room is completely sealed, how does it work inside? The corpses went in? Moreover, those corpses have already turned into skeletons, how did this happen? It really makes us the police have nothing to worry about."

The words 'troublesome' and 'no worries' hit Sherlock's heart instantly, and he raised his chin and snorted softly, "With your little IQ, this is normal."

In fact, Sherlock is really easy to kidnap, as long as there is a case that can arouse his interest.

So, in the end, a group of them arrived in this underground secret room. After Inspector Lestrade tore off the yellow cordon, they pushed open the door and entered the scene of the skeleton case in this secret room.

John followed closely behind Sherlock. Under the blue fluorescent light, the whole space looked very small, and because of the long-term airtightness, the air inside did not smell good. Behind the century-old solid wood desk The skeleton rested quietly on a dusty high-backed chair that looked like a Victorian chair.

This scene looked quite weird, John frowned and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, fortunately it was not a bloody murder scene.He is not a real ex-military doctor. Except for seeing the scene of his own car accident in a spiritual state, he has never seen any murder experience. Silently lit a candle, and now I can only hope that he can get used to it in the future.From the moment he chooses to follow Sherlock, he has to start to realize that some things should be used to it as a routine and natural.

While John was in a daze, Sherlock couldn't wait to take out a simple magnifying glass from his windbreaker and began to observe carefully up and down on the well-dressed and well-dressed skeleton, with a strange look in his eyes, and chanting words from time to time.

"Sherlock, have you found anything?" Inspector Lestrade stood far behind the big detective, keeping a safe distance that he thought would not disturb the man's case, as time passed bit by bit , he still couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked.

"Shut up, John." Sherlock said without looking up.

"What?" In contrast to Inspector Lestrade's face full of black lines, John woke up from his fugue when he heard his name, and raised his head in a daze.

"Nothing. I'm still watching, this is not normal, oh, a little trick to show off to everyone?" Sherlock, who was muttering words, held up the magnifying glass and walked around the back of the chair. It seemed that he had discovered Something that amuses him.

"John, it's great to see that you can investigate the case together again." When Sherlock was concentrating on investigating the scene, Inspector Lestrade quietly walked up to John, and looked at John with a look of relief. said in a low voice.

"is it?"

"Of course, it's best for you to be together." As soon as he mentioned this, Lestrade remembered the live broadcast of the two holding hands in the cafe in the morning. He hesitated for a moment before asking seriously: " John, are you and Sherlock really..."

"He's already proposed to me, and I've said yes."

"What?! Really? Sherlock would propose to you? It's really unbelievable!" Inspector Lestrade had expected it, but he was a little surprised to hear John admit it so directly. .However, he doesn't have any opinion on homosexuality. Gay marriage is also a legal thing in the UK. "Then... when are you going to get married?"

"Don't you find it strange?"

"What is there to be surprised about? You are a match made in heaven together. There is no one who is more suitable for Sherlock than you. Remember to invite me to the wedding at that time."

"Of course I won't forget you, thank you for your support."

"Okay, let's take a look at this." Sherlock leaned on the desk and threw an old notebook with a gorgeous cover, which he had just found from a secret sealed drawer in the desk.

"'My method', written by Jack the Ripper." John, who took the notebook, looked at the cover text on it and whispered, Jack the Ripper?Isn't he the murderer of those murderous murders of the century that caused a sensation in England in the nineteenth century and have not been caught so far?Is this book stuffed in this unknown chamber written by Jack the Ripper?So, is this skeleton the same person?

"Was it an eye-opener?" Sherlock glanced at John, who obviously had a question mark on his head, and glanced lightly at the open notebook in John's hand, continuing to wander around the skull as if not very interested.

Detective Inspector Lestrade didn't care about the thick dust flying wantonly at this moment, he quickly picked up the notebook that looked to be of a certain age with his gloved hand, and exclaimed: "Wow ! Sherlock, you are amazing, we investigated the case for a week and you found so much evidence at once, you are indeed a great detective! How did you do it?"

"So this book is really written by that 'Jack the Ripper'?" I am familiar with the deeds of the famous Jack the Ripper. If he can solve these historical unsolved cases, he will definitely be famous in history!

"Explaining such a simple question to you is simply an insult to my IQ."

"It's all right, you can continue to insult." Inspector Lestrade knew the character of this sharp-mouthed and tofu-hearted Sherlock very well. He waved his hand to John, and the two of them squatted on the floor and got closer. With your head in your head, you happily guessed whether this notebook is the authentic work of Jack the Ripper.

"The skeleton of the deceased is only half a year old, and the clothes are Victorian dresses displayed in the exhibition hall. Judging from the color, it should be displayed facing the southwest. It was bought from the fire sale last week. "Sherlock stood up and closed the magnifying glass, speaking his conclusion with some dissatisfaction.

Hearing these words, Inspector Lestrade's face became serious. He patted his coat, stood up from the floor, scanned the scene of the crime, and asked indifferently: "So what do you mean?" , Is this crime scene faked?"

"Yes."

"Why would anyone fake the scene?" John handed Inspector Lestrade the notebook, which was evidence, although it had certainly been faked.

"Who knows this question? Let's go, John." Sherlock evoked a meaningful smile, turned around and left the secret room gracefully, his long and windbreaker hem flung a long arc in the air, damn it It looks good!John stared at Sherlock's back, listened to his slightly faster heartbeat, and unconsciously followed him out.

"Oh, damn it!" Only Inspector Lestrade was left standing there, tugging at his short gray hair angrily. They have worked so hard these days, but in the end they were played hard by someone. After a while, how could he swallow this breath! "It's best not to let me catch the damned instigator, or I'll make him look good!!!"

"Boss, do we still want to maintain the scene?" A policeman came over and asked.

"Maintain the scene? You know it's a fake scene, but you still maintain a ghost?! If you want to stay here for the holidays, you can stay here!!" Glaring at this ignorant newcomer film policeman, Inspector Lestrade Annoyed and angry, he put the notebook in his hand forcefully, and strode away.

Sure enough, as Sherlock said, explaining to you people is an insult to my IQ!

"Anderson, you are also a former forensic doctor after all. What are you doing squatting outside the scene like this?" When I went outside the crime scene, I saw Anderson squatting in the open space with a dead face and an uneasy expression. Uncle Nian's appearance annoyed Lestrade even more.

"Sherlock, would you like to visit my club 'Empty Coffin'?" Anderson looked up at Sherlock coyly.

"Oh, the small club you founded?" Sherlock suddenly smiled, patted Anderson on the shoulder with a happy expression, and said with a smile: "Of course I would like to go and see the club you founded, and I don't mind if we join together. go?"

"No, no, no, I don't want to go to the 'Empty Coffin'. I still have a lot of things to do, so I'll contact you again, Sherlock." Inspector Lestrade retorted with a face of reluctance. Glancing at Anderson thoughtfully, he finally just stretched out his hand and opened the car door, and sat in. Before leaving, he left a piece of advice to John and the others, "I advise you not to go, especially if you —Sherlock Holmes."

He didn't want to say that the people in the 'Empty Coffin' were all fanatical extreme fantasists against Sherlock Holmes!

"He left in such a hurry, did you find anything inside?" Anderson watched the car disappear in front of them in a flash, and said with emotion, then turned his head to look at Sherlock with flickering eyes.

"John, I don't think pranks are something to brag about."

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