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

The three people standing under the exquisite and complicated handcrafted bronze door all had the same gloomy expression, but they seemed to be slightly different.Sherlock's expressionless face implied excitement, John's teeth were a little bit gnashed in bewilderment, and Mycroft was really furious.

"I don't care who he is and what his purpose is, I can only say that he finally succeeded in one thing." Mycroft pursed his lips, his eyes suddenly sharpened, and he scanned the lively venue full of coercion. , then turned around and sighed to Sherlock and John.

"What did you do successfully?" John asked very curiously.Following the direction in which Mycroft scanned the crowd just now, he looked at the guests who entered the venue one after another, but found nothing.Then, John instinctively looked up at the great detective Sherlock standing beside him, and reached out and gently tugged at the corner of his black sleeve for a reminder.According to John's rich experience in the past, Sherlock can always know the clues that his IQ did not discover.

"What other great thing can there be! Didn't it just make you really angry? As far as this matter is concerned, the murderer has done a good thing." Sherlock raised his chin, glanced at Mycroft, and said Said in a very disdainful tone.In any case, at least in the nearly 30 years of Sherlock's life, he has never found any real anger or joy in Mycroft.He didn't do anything, but the unexpected murderer did it unexpectedly, which really makes people feel uncomfortable!Just watch, when you find that guy, he will definitely pay him back with a sincere thank you! !

"Oh~ my dear brother, good deeds may not be rewarded. You should pray to God for him, and hope that he can leave a whole body!" Mycroft raised his left hand slightly, and quickly rushed up two An agent dressed as a waiter.

"Boss?"

Mycroft looked at them, his gray eyes narrowed, and then he began to arrange the tasks in an orderly manner, "Notify the reinforcements, recruit people to secretly block the entire Langham Hotel, everyone entering and leaving the hotel and the venue, no matter who they are Allow entry and no exit! Let me check everyone's identity carefully again, and if you find suspicious persons, I will arrest and isolate them immediately, and in case of resistance, you can use weapons and force to solve it."

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

"Then, we should also go to the scene of the crime, my dear brother and John." After watching his subordinates disperse to assign tasks, McCoff stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture to the two, taking the lead Turning around smartly, walking unhurriedly, walking gracefully and calmly to the elevator on the left side of the corridor on the first floor of the Langham Hotel. This is the only elevator in the hotel that can go directly to the warehouse on the first floor.John and Sherlock in the back looked at each other for a while, and followed Mycroft's footsteps unanimously.

"Mycroft, where are you going?" The old Mrs. Holmes, who has always been quite sensitive, rushed over at the right time after noticing a slight commotion at the bronze welcome door.Wearing a long white lace dress with a long red wool shawl over it, the old Mrs. Holmes looked more graceful and festive.At this time, she was rushing to the door of the elevator where the Holmes brothers and John were going to take at a speed that was inconsistent with the red high-heeled shoes. Her legs stood firm and her arms were outstretched to block the way. The expression on her face was mixed with strong Questions and concerns.

The old Mrs. Holmes didn't have any serious doubts, but she was just worried that her youngest son, Sherlock, who never played cards according to common sense, would not forget to cause trouble on the most important wedding occasion in his life.Let me just ask, in old Mrs. Holmes' memory, among the grand occasions such as family reunions, graduation ceremonies and coming-of-age ceremonies in their family, is there any grand occasion that he didn't let him mess it up at a critical moment?The past is the past, but this time it will never work!Even if McCoff continues to help and cover, it will definitely not work! !This is the only wedding ceremony in her youngest son's life. If anyone dares to make a mistake, she will be very angry and the consequences will be serious! ! !

"Sherlock, have you gotten into trouble again?" Seeing that the three people standing in front of her kept their mouths shut, old Mrs. Holmes became more suspicious.She first looked at Sherlock and then at Mycroft, then she swished her gaze through the gap between the Holmes brothers standing side by side, and cast her gaze at John, her new daughter-in-law, who was blocked by both brothers. ' body. "John, tell me what happened?"

"Mommy, I... this... that..."

"John, be good~ speak slowly, don't worry."

"Okay, Mommy! It's nothing serious, it's just that something happened in the Langham Hotel, and we need to go over and help to deal with it. You can stay in the banquet hall with Daddy and drink champagne and red bar at ease, or you can It's fine to tease little Crouch, haven't you always had a 'soft spot' for Uncle Robert's youngest son?" McCoff spread his hands helplessly, stammering like he didn't mean to say no John, who came out of nowhere, made a rescue, diverting the always shrewd mother's attention to Little Crocker's family like a disaster.

"Oh~ Mycroft! I have a soft spot for your daddy. I have a pure love for your Uncle Robert's son. Do you understand? Who told Little Crouch to be so similar to Sherlock when he was a child! I It's not that you can't help but want to tease him as soon as you see him, don't talk nonsense. The most important thing is to let your daddy hear it, and he probably has to be jealous again. "

"Daddy's being jealous doesn't mean he paid you back?" Mycroft complimented without blushing.

"I know he loves me. That's not the point. The point is that you guys are really all right to hide it from me?" Old Mrs. Holmes folded her arms and brought the topic back.

"It's all right!" John and his wife replied in unison, very good and tacit understanding.

"It's fine! Then I'll go back to the banquet hall first. Your father and Mrs. Hudson are still waiting for me. Oh~ and the cute and tender little Crouch..." Mrs. Holmes said in front of the three of them. The serious and tense face observed for a while, then nodded knowingly, and finally turned around and walked back muttering, "Don't think I'm old... I don't know what you're saying The young man's little thoughts...he just wants to play all day long..."

"Our mommy just has menopausal syndrome, so she can't help nagging when she catches something suspicious from time to time, just wanting to talk to someone. John, you will get used to it in the future, she In fact, it is quite normal most of the time, and of course Daddy is the same. Our Sherlock Holmes family is still a very beautiful, harmonious and positive family." Mycroft stretched out his hand and pressed the elevator button while explaining to John.McCoff didn't want the warm and good impression of the Sherlock Holmes family he had built up with great difficulty to be shattered by Mummy on the first day of Sherlock and John's wedding. This is not possible!

"Oh~ come on! Mycroft, Mummy's menopausal syndrome has lasted for more than ten years, if this continues, she will be taken to the grave." Sherlock frowned, and disapproved. The brother who opened his eyes and told nonsense.Since he entered Oxford University, that worrying mother has been seizing the opportunity to attack him with all kinds of language within her power. Nagging is considered trivial, right?In this language offensive and defensive battle that has been stalemate for more than ten years, Sherlock sometimes truly feels that he is not driven crazy, which is already God's blessing! (Of course, he doesn't believe in God either!)

Also, don't think he doesn't know that every time Mommy calls and chatters with McCoff, McCoff always quietly sets the mute on the phone, and then asks the secretary to record it after the call is over. It is really a despicable and shameless concealment to summarize the useful information and show it to him separately!Their poor mommy has been kept in the dark for more than ten years, and what's even more annoying - he can't find any evidence to sue!

"For God's sake! Sherlock, how can you secretly speak ill of Mommy behind her back? It's really disrespectful." John first opened his mouth to refute Sherlock's complaint in disapproval.Back then, even if he wanted such a mother to call and care about him, he couldn't ask for it!Sherlock, it's obvious that you don't know your blessings when you are blessed! !

"John is right, Sherlock, you are not filial to do this~" Mycroft looked up at the floor numbers that were constantly changing and flashing from top to bottom, then turned his head and glanced at Sherlock, He said with emotion: "At least, I have never complained about you, the rebellious child syndrome that has also lasted for more than ten years."

"..." John was silent in his heart.So, are the members of the Sherlock Holmes family suffering from various syndromes that have lasted for more than ten years and will continue?

After the elevator opened, the three of John walked in back and forth, and the fighting atmosphere just now began to quiet down.

Mycroft rested his chin on his hands and didn't know what he was thinking about, while Sherlock stared at the gap in the middle of the elevator door without blinking. As the elevator descended slowly, it entered the lower floor of the Langham Hotel. John The more he became nervous involuntarily, he had no idea what kind of disgusting corpse he would meet in the next warehouse, and he didn't know what the murderer wanted to do at his and Sherlock's wedding. John felt like looking at flowers in a fog, but he couldn't see anything clearly.

When he entered the basement floor, the lights inside were already brightly lit, and John could clearly see that from the two sides of the elevator door, the inside had been completely controlled by MI[-] personnel, and people with live ammunition were heavily guarding everything on this floor. important passages and entrances.

"Sherlock, you're finally down." Oncoming Inspector Lestrade, he strode up to the three of them, recalling the information he had just collected from the hotel staff in his mind, and organized a language, and then explained to the three people: "As far as I know, the warehouse where the tea towels and sheets are placed is located in the relatively remote southeast corner of the basement floor of the Langham Hotel. This warehouse was independently divided when the hotel was renovated two years ago. Medium-sized warehouse. On weekdays, there are some cleaned hotel fabrics and some new sheets, pillowcases, tea towels, etc. This warehouse has always needed to be completely changed except for large-scale banquets or the hotel’s monthly routine cleaning. People will come in when there is something to do, usually very few people will enter this dark and cold place."

"So, in other words, this kind of place is also a good place to kill people and hide corpses." Sherlock followed Lestrade, reached out and pulled off the black tuxedo jacket and handed it to John next to him. Switching from the role of the groom to the old detective mode, he asked fast questions while walking: "When did he die? When was he found? What is the identity of the deceased? How long has he been in the Langham Hotel? Are there any close contacts or have What offended people?"

"The name of the deceased is Jessica Abby. She has been working in the Langham Hotel since 2010. She has worked as a room supervisor. According to the statement recorded by her colleagues, she is usually a cold lady who doesn't like to socialize with others. She didn't listen to her. Said he had a boyfriend or offended someone." Lestrade opened the notebook in his hand, and told Sherlock all the information he knew professionally. "The time of death was preliminarily determined to be around 9 o'clock in the morning. The time of discovery of the deceased was 10 minutes ago. A male waiter who came to the warehouse to pick up a spare tablecloth for the banquet hall discovered it."

"This time the efficiency is the highest ever, Lestrade." Sherlock pushed open the door of the warehouse, turned around and said to Lestrade. Then he was blown back to his original form, "However, the evidence you have collected is not entirely correct. Lestrade, use your rusty little head like a goldfish to think about it. If you follow your words, she will Could it be that in the morning, I went down to the warehouse to get tea towels or other supplies for the banquet and was discovered by the murderer by coincidence, so one of them was killed by the murderer with a sharp weapon?"

"Oh~ will you die if you don't hurt me? Sherlock!" Lestrade muttered unhappily, and then walked in.Mycroft and John were standing about two steps behind Sherlock at this time, and the detective had been holding a simple magnifying glass on the body of the woman who had been dead for several hours, but the whole life seemed to be emitting residual heat. Fumble around for information.Seeing the hands of the big detective in a formal dress picking up the corpse, and the concentrated eyes, Mr. Inspector suddenly felt an inexplicable and strange chill in his heart.

"Oh~ Sherlock, what do we mean by coincidence?" Mycroft leaned his head to observe the corpse carefully, but his feet were nailed in place unmoved, and he spoke in a flat tone.Oh~ He has always been a standard British gentleman who uses his words but not his hands. It is really rude to reach out and touch a female corpse!

"God is not so lazy. Then, there is only one possibility left, and that is that someone took great pains to inquire about this wedding." Sherlock folded his magnifying glass with both hands, stuffed it into his trouser pocket, and stood beside the female corpse. stand up.

"The reason for his painstaking efforts?" Mycroft always enjoyed guiding Sherlock to think of things in his own way, which would give him a sense of accomplishment.

"This is a premeditated crime. The murderer had premeditated and began to inquire about the wedding banquet early in the morning."

"as well as……"

"His plan was meticulous."

"Crap, what's more important?"

"What's more important is that he has sneaked into the wedding banquet, and what will he do at the banquet after killing someone!"

"Sherlock, you still missed one point!" Mycroft raised his eyebrows dissatisfied.

"I'm missing one more point! What?"

"Think again, think carefully, what have you forgotten?"

"The waiter with the spare tablecloth found him? The hotel should have taken all the spare things before the banquet, so why did he come down to this warehouse and find Jessica's body. Otherwise, it is estimated that this body was found When the corpse was found, it was already after the banquet." Sherlock turned around and stared at Inspector Lestrade, impatiently asking, "Why did he come down to this warehouse suddenly to get a spare tablecloth?!"

"Uh...he said it was because he accidentally wet all the spare tablecloths in the tea room when he cleaned them at the end." Under Sherlock's oppressive gaze, Inspector Lestrade quickly took off his shirt with some scalp numbness. He took out a notebook from his pocket, quickly opened it, and read it aloud.

"No no no~! Sherlock, and..." Mycroft shook his head lightly.

"...Poisoning! Major James Shaoto's poisoning incident!!" Sherlock folded his hands together at the corners of his mouth, frowned and thought hard for a few seconds, and finally raised an index finger at Mycroft as if he had a sudden realization. The green eyes also subconsciously looked at McCoff, and after seeing him nodding, he continued: "There must be some unknown connection between the murder incident and the poisoning incident! As long as you find it, All the puzzles will be solved. How is that Major Shaoto? Where is he?"

"By the way! Mycroft, where is James now? Is his poisoning symptoms serious?" John finally recovered from the high-speed conversation between the two Holmes brothers. Even if you try your best, you can't keep up with the thinking of these two brothers with unfathomable IQs, so don't think too much about it.Let the big detective Sherlock deal with these nerve-wracking reasonings, he just needs to run around and beat his hands.

"I was sent to the hotel medical room by my people. Don't worry, it didn't cause any panic at the banquet. At that time, he was escorted to the hotel medical room on the grounds that he had a heart attack. Rescue, and the detoxification experts from the Royal College of Medicine are already on their way. My people have secretly replaced all the wine and wine utensils at the venue, and replaced them with a batch of safe ones. They haven't found anything new for the time being. , pending your next investigation." Mycroft explained all the progress and arrangements in an orderly manner.At the end, he kindly reminded Sherlock, "Also, my dear brother. I would like to give you a piece of advice. This matter must be resolved as soon as possible. You and John are the protagonists of this grand wedding banquet."

"Got it, Mycroft, you're so talkative!" Sherlock, who waved his hands back, quickly left the scene of the crime, and John?Of course he has to follow up with 'husbands and husbands'!That murderer can kill even a beautiful and weak lady, who knows if he (she) will do something crazy to Sherlock by surprise?

Also, he was really worried about Major James Shaoto, okay? !

The author has something to say: the author is a little top-heavy due to a cold, the update is late or there are bugs in the writing, please forgive me~