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

The weather in London is always changing. When we arrived at the British Museum in the afternoon, although it was not a clear sky, it was considered to be sunny and cloudy. When we came out at night, the sky was already covered by dark clouds. It was gloomy and cold, and the piercing cold wind mixed with snowflakes whizzed in, making people's faces sting. The dim New Oxford Street was lined up side by side. It looks even more empty and desolate.

"Damn the weather, isn't it Christmas yet?" Inspector Lestrade, who was the first to get out after pulling up the yellow police tape, stood on the side of the street and vigorously slapped the snow off his body, and stretched out his hands to lift the sides of his coat. After a cold wind blew, he still shrunk his neck unconsciously, but could only stare at the sky complainingly.

"No one stipulates that it can't snow until Christmas, right?" Sherlock walked quickly towards the black car parked on the opposite side of the street, and at the same time scoffed at the words of the inspector next to him.

"Oh Sherlock, do you know why the weather turned cold so quickly this year?" Inspector Lestrade rubbed his palms and continued to ask.

"Why should I know the reason for the cold weather?" Sherlock looked puzzled.

"That's right, Sherlock is a person who doesn't even know the common sense that the earth revolves around the sun, how can he know such a profound thing as weather changes?" Inspector Lestrade shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands.

"Enough! Why do I know this damned boring knowledge that doesn't help solve the case at all?" Sherlock puffed up his cheeks and glared at Inspector Lestrade dissatisfied.For God's sake!Why is everyone so obsessed with knowledge that he didn't touch?What does it have to do with the fact that the earth revolves around the sun, the moon revolves around the earth, or who is running for prime minister today? ! !

"See, you really don't know." Lestrade then turned to John and shrugged.

"..." Inspector Lestrade, you are getting impatient, aren't you?This is the truest heartfelt voice of John who stares straight and does not make any response.Looking at Inspector Lestrade, who seemed to be wagging his tail back and forth proudly, John shook his head helplessly in his heart. Why can this Mr. Inspector never learn not to provoke the big detective?The painful retribution in the past seems to be still vivid in my memory, but it is a pity that I was thrown to the ends of the earth by the detective in a blink of an eye, and I have no understanding at all.

"Lestrade..." When Sherlock was about to say something, he was interrupted by a sound of running from far to near from a dark corner. This was the sound of a man's footsteps.

"Stop! Stop!!" Inspector Lestrade quickly pulled out the pistol from his waist under the instinctive reaction of the policeman for many years, and then stood in front of Sherlock and John with a big stride, and finally said in one go He pointed his gun at the unidentified man and shouted at him to stop.

The man didn't stop because of Inspector Lestrade's warning. Instead, he quickened his pace and ran to the three of them before barely stopping.In the dim light, John was surprised to find that the man who was panting with his hands on his knees was just a short, fat man with a beer belly, wearing a strict black suit with a black bow tie on the collar of a white shirt. He was wearing a gray plaid coat, and a woolen scarf with the same gray plaid wrapped around his neck. He was wearing a British gentleman's attire that was more rigid than Mycroft's.

"Who are you?" John asked curiously first.

"What's your name?" Inspector Lestrade asked immediately.

"It seems that the situation is very bad for rushing to our side in such bad weather." Sherlock finished the last sentence meaningfully.

"Huhu...huu...Andrew Hebrew." The man rested for a moment before answering panting. When he raised his head, everyone could clearly see how embarrassed he was at the moment, because there was no shelter from the rain or snow. items, causing the clothes and shoes all over the body to be soaked as if they had been soaked in water. Under a short messy black hair, drops of water were dripping down the forehead and cheeks, and there was a look of loneliness in Sherlock's eyes. With a weak and painful expression, his legs trembled and slowly stood up, looking hopefully at Sherlock who was covered with only his upper body exposed, and asked cautiously, "Are you Sherlock Holmes?"

"Hello, butler of the Watvis family." Sherlock reached out and pushed Inspector Lestrade, who was tightly covered in front of him, and approached the man with slender legs, habitually He looked up and down, looked away thoughtfully, stretched out his hand in John's direction, and said, "John, give me another umbrella."

"Sherlock, how did you guess that he is the housekeeper of the Waterways family?" John unbuttoned the only black umbrella that was left in his hand before handing it to him, taking advantage of the situation He took a serious look at the man whose face was pale with cold and his lips were purple. It was said that he was the housekeeper of the Watweis family.Well, he really couldn't see how this short, fat, middle-aged man could show that he was the butler of the Waterways family?Sherlock's interpretation is really amazing!

"Tsk, that's obvious."

"..." What is obvious?This is John and Inspector Lestrade looking at each other.

"The material of the clothes is obviously expensive custom-made suits, but the coats and scarves are mid-priced shopping malls. The hands, especially the thumbs, have calluses that only working people have, but there are no thick calluses accumulated over the years. The work is complicated but not too hard, which shows that he is in a noble or wealthy family but is not the master. It can only show that he is a steward with a higher status than ordinary servants. Said he is the steward of the Wattweis family It's because there is a camellia flower pattern embroidered on the collar of his suit jacket, which is the family crest of the Wattweiss family." Sherlock bent down and grabbed the man's cold as iron hands, looked at the palms, Come back and explain to John and the others.

John leaned closer, observed carefully, and found the tiny camellia hidden under the gray wool scarf, which was about the size of a little fingernail. On to the SLR camera."

Uh... so the big detective's brain is a high-end cloud computer, and his eyes are a high-performance SLR camera?Coupled with agile skills, can it be similar to Superman wearing underwear?The way John dressed up for Sherlock Superman shuddered deeply in his heart, it was really terrifying! ! !

"I'm sorry... I rushed here to find you so recklessly, but... but the situation is urgent, please forgive me even if I offend you." Hebrew reached out and grabbed Sherlock's sleeve tightly, knuckles Too much force made it look white, and he hurriedly explained: "I have been to 221B Baker Street just now, but there was no one! I heard from the landlady that you went to the British Museum to investigate the case, so... so I just Immediately took a taxi and rushed over, and then secretly hid on the street outside the museum and waited for you to come out."

"You mean you've been hiding on this street corner and waiting for me to come out?" Sherlock frowned and looked at the sleeve that was grabbed by someone, but he didn't stretch out his hand and waved it away like before. Inquiry tone.

"Yes! Only you can save my life, please help me! The great detective, Mr. Holmes!!"

"What would happen if I didn't come out from here and you couldn't find me?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know, I just know that I will be fine once I find you, please help me! I was wronged and framed!!!" Hebrew's voice was extremely sad Pleading, looking at Sherlock like a drowning man grabbing the last piece of driftwood.

"Andrew Hebrew, if you have something to say, speak slowly." John turned the handle of the umbrella to his left hand, and with his free right hand that didn't have an umbrella, he pulled apart the man's fingers that were tightly gripping Sherlock's sleeve one by one, and then Looking at the thoughtful Inspector Lestrade standing beside him, he said, "Lestrade, bring the car over. Let's get in the car and talk about it. The rain and snow seem to be getting heavier and heavier."

"Oh! I see." Inspector Lestrade, who took a long time to come back to his senses, stretched out his hand and scratched his short gray hair, and glanced worriedly at the trembling Andrew Hebrew. Then, holding an umbrella, Shi Shiran turned around and strode towards the black police car he placed on the opposite side of the street.

"Andrew Hebrew, you participated in the Cullinan No. 3 diamond case that stole the royal family five years ago, so you were arrested and brought to justice?" Sherlock glanced at Inspector Lestrade who left, and slowly He closed his eyes and quickly opened them again, and said the result of the search in his mind. This sentence not only made Hebrew panic, but also surprised John.

"I didn't expect Mr. Holmes that you would still have memories of such a small person as me. It's a great honor." Andrew reached out and wiped the water stains on his face from the melting rain and snow, and explained in a low voice: " Yes, I was involved in the theft of the Cullinan No. 3 diamond five years ago, but since I was released from prison, I have always been correct in thinking and self-disciplined in behavior, and I do not want to make mistakes again. The second year after I was released from prison , under the kind introduction of others, I entered the Watweis house to seek a job, and I was able to take the post of housekeeper thanks to Sir Watweis' promotion. I have been working hard in this position, but I was framed Stealing the 'South African Star' from Wattweis's house! Yes, I personally escorted the 'South African Star' to the museum two days ago, and I can be regarded as the last person to have contact with it. But, Mr. Holmes , I definitely did not steal that diamond, please believe me no matter what!!"

"Go on." Sherlock didn't express any opinion, but nodded lightly.

"I was introduced to work at the manor by Sir Waltworth's younger brother, Master Wattworth. I don't have any other delusions. My only wish is to earn enough money to start a small business. bar."

"Very nice wish."

"But, I didn't expect things to turn out like this."

"how?"

"I heard the news that the police came to arrest me outside the reception room today. The police suspected that I had stolen the 'South African Star' lent by the Waltwiss family to a large museum exhibition! For this reason, kind Master Master Secretly told me to escape from the manor as soon as possible. I escaped in a hurry, but had nowhere to go. I accidentally saw an interview about your case-solving on the TV news. I have been paying attention to your news and website, knowing that you are The best consulting detective in the British Empire. You are the only one who can save me!"

"I'm quite smart, thank you for the compliment." Sherlock raised his chin, accepting the compliment with confidence.

"Sherlock, you have to be humble!" helpless John.

"Squeak!"

"The car is coming, get in the car!" The black car stopped quickly in front of them, and the window slowly opened. Lestrade propped his elbow on the edge of the window, and waved to everyone standing on the side of the street. .

In any case, John felt a lot more comfortable and warm in the car with the heater turned on. He leaned his head gently against the closed car window, feeling the rain and snow falling from the sky to the outer layer of the car window. There was an inexplicable feeling. A sense of comfort rises from within.Sitting next to him was the big detective who was expressionless and in a state of thinking. Their hands intertwined without any taboo, and Sherlock put them on his lap.Because of the great detective's desire for monopoly, the chunky butler of the Waterways family could only be wronged and forced to sit in the second seat next to Inspector Lestrade.

"Shouldn't you give me a good explanation? Mr. Wanted." Inspector Lestrade turned on the police video channel in the car, stared at the display screen in the car, and then pointed the gun at the seat next to him again. Andrew's temples were touching, with a vigilant look on his face, while Andrew's face turned pale again from fright.

"He's already wanted? Your Scotland Yard acted quickly this time." The actions of the two people in the front seat woke Sherlock up from deep thought, and he looked through the gap between the seats at the computer monitor on the front of the car cabinet. There was a hint of sarcasm in it.

"That's right, Andrew Hebrew, the guy who absconded when the police went to Watvis's house to investigate today! Say, did you steal the 'South African Star'? Where did you hide the diamond?!" As soon as he mentioned the big missing diamond, Inspector Lestrade, who had been tossed about for several days and was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, immediately grabbed Andrew's collar and shook it viciously. Ask questions.

"I, I, I am an innocent victim! I didn't steal the diamond!!" Andrew tremblingly appealed.

"You still want to quibble?!"

"I didn't quibble!!!"

"Okay, Lestrade let him go." Sherlock leaned forward leaning on the corner of the chair, and told the inspector.

"But……"

"If you don't let go, he's going to pass out." John looked worriedly at Andrew, who was pinched by Inspector Lestrade's neck, and started to roll his eyes because he couldn't breathe.

"Hmph!" Inspector Lestrade snorted heavily, and finally let go of his hand reluctantly.

"Ahem..." After being let go suddenly, Andrew slipped limply and fell on the seat, gripping his chest with lingering fear and began to cough violently.

"Sherlock, are you sure you don't want me to arrest him with my own hands?" Inspector Lestrade turned his head to look at Sherlock.

"No, he's not the murderer." Sherlock calmly glanced at the man who was tossed half to death by the detective.

"What? He's not the murderer. Why do all the evidence point to him? And, if he's innocent, why is he absconding in fear of the crime?"

"Didn't he escape to you?"

"This..." The inspector looked at Andrew beside him hesitantly, and with just one look, he was so frightened that he shrank back to the corner of the seat. "Why would he be so afraid of me if he didn't have a ghost in his heart? Who knows if this person bumped into us on purpose to pretend to be innocent?"

"Lestrade, shut up!" Sherlock said impatiently.If he said he was not the murderer, then the butler of Wattweiss was not the murderer. How many times did he have to repeat such a simple question? !Why has Inspector Lestrade not only getting worse and worse in solving crimes over the years, but also his personality has become more and more motherly?

"Where are we going now?" Inspector Lestrade, who always thought he knew a thing or two about Sherlock's emotions, immediately changed the subject sensibly.

"Back to Baker Street!" Sherlock said directly, ignoring the detective's blunt and unsuccessful way of changing the subject, holding John's hand tightly.

"Then what about this person?" Of course, this person is Mr. Hebrew butler who was so frightened by the inspector that he had already stuck to the side of the car door.

"I'll leave it to you to supervise." With a wave of his hand, Sherlock nonchalantly shifted the responsibility to Inspector Lestrade.He will not bring outsiders back to 221B Baker Street, which is John and his home!

"no!"

"No!" "Then, it's a deal!" Sherlock completely ignored the two people in the front seat who turned around to oppose him in unison, and directly made a final decision.And John?Please, please ignore the innocent smile on his face as if he didn't know anything at this time!