[Zhongyingmei] The heroine is suspected of being a psychic

With the help of the little black car that only listened to Sherlock as usual, Sherlock and Zhang Yu arrived at Scotland Yard at [-] pm when the police station was off duty.

Because of the frequent incidents yesterday, Lestrade and a group of police officers were still busy looking for clues, and Scotland Yard was bustling with people coming and going.

Zhang Yu, who had never had anything to do with the police station in this life or the previous life, looked at everything around him strangely, feeling the tense and depressing atmosphere here.

Sherlock is a frequent visitor here, and most of the policemen have been ruthlessly ridiculed by him. A few policemen with a relatively high rate of appearance on TV, such as Officer Donovan, always keep a respectful distance from Sherlock.

So even though Zhang Yu had explained to the police officer at the opposite reception many times that she and Sherlock wanted to retrieve the files of the previous two cases for this case, they could only shake their heads and "NO" when they got the reply. .

The normal procedure was hopeless, so Zhang Yu had no choice but to use an abnormal method—go up to find Lestrade.

At this time, she was very sorry for disturbing the bloodshot inspector who she accidentally caught a glimpse of, but when she thought of Sherlock's threat of deducting wages in the car, she became more determined and knocked on the door of the inspector's office.

"Please come in."

A weak voice sounded at the door, Zhang Yu raised a professional eight-toothed smile, and pushed open the door of the smoky room.

"Inspector Lestrade, I'm Isa, Sherlock's assistant, can you help me retrieve the files of the two cases not long ago?"

The beautiful detective, who was at a loss for what happened yesterday, shook his head and smiled wryly, "Did Sherlock ask you to come? Where is he?"

"It's just downstairs in the reception room." Given that he will often meet with Lestrade in the future, Zhang Yu also reminded him a little bit, "Sherlock has discovered something. Maybe you can relax a little bit."

"Really? Well, I'll take you to get the file now. Which case file do you need?"

"The case of the murderer helping to clean the house, and the case of the London Academy of Arts. These two cases are very similar to the case of Andy Lauer yesterday."

With the help of Lestrade, Zhang Yu went downstairs with the one-foot-thick documents, and Sherlock and Sherlock began to search for clues bit by bit.

With her slender fingers flipping over one piece of paper after another, Zhang Yu struggled to identify the English words on it, searching for the information she needed.

"Here, Sherlock, it said that the deceased in the apartment had a history of drug use, and there was a small amount of drug residue in the room; and that mathematics professor was a big spender. According to investigations, his personal savings amounted to millions of pounds, and his identity also Does not match."

Sherlock took a look at the document, and some things in his mind were immediately strung together, forming a perfect chain.

"Yes, that's it. That man is not an ordinary killer. He is very good at timing. Every time he strikes, he will not leave a trace. It's just that he has some innocuous little problems, which leave a mark on his actions. There are some hidden dangers, but there seems to be nothing wrong with this hidden danger, but it is his characteristic."

"He is very particular about killing people, and pursues killing techniques. In order to be worthy of his skills, the people killed must not belong to ordinary people. If the dead in the apartment are drug dealers, and the mathematics professor is doing black accounts for some people, then their death That's enough reason."

"You mean black eat black?"

Zhang Yu, who is very proud of her brain, really wants to kneel down to Sherlock, but she doesn't understand the logic of Sherlock's words at all, her eyes seem to be able to see the little stars in the sky.

Sherlock looked at his assistant with contempt, and for some kind of showing off or educational purpose, he still worked hard to explain to Zhang Yu carefully.

"Next month is the Queen's birthday, and it's also National Day. Parliament has already planned to hold a big meeting. The higher authorities have imposed martial law on London, but it is impossible to make these people obedient. The underground forces in London have reshuffled the cards. Death may be a means of one of the forces."

Zhang Yu was still a little confused, "What about Andy Lauer? Is it because of her father?"

Sherlock hesitated for a moment, "Perhaps... No, it's because of her girlfriend! Her neighbors and the police said that Andy has been in a bad mood recently, as if she had an emotional crisis with her friend .Killing Andy was probably to show favor to the woman who was eager to get rid of Andy!"

"..."

Zhang Yu never imagined that there is such a method of killing love, so he can only admit that he has little knowledge.

She leaned on the sofa, stretched her waist, and said softly casually: "Even if we know that these people were killed by one person, and the reason for the killing was black people, how can we catch him? There are also drugs and black accounts." Forget it, what is the reason for Mark's death? Dear Mr. Holmes, how do you plan to investigate further?"

After going through these things, Zhang Yu only felt that there was a mess in front of him, and he had no clue.But seeing that Sherlock still looks confident, maybe this is the difference between a genius and an ordinary person!

"jingle!"

Sherlock's text message rang, and his eyes swept across the phone page, and his whole body suddenly became excited.

"Issa, let's go. Little Billy found some interesting things over there."

After speaking, Sherlock had already walked out of the room.Zhang Yu could only follow at the fastest speed in his life, trying not to fall behind.

"Sherlock—"

Not long after the two left, Lestrade opened the door and came in, only to see an empty room and a messy pile of documents on the sofa on the table on the floor.

"Ugh!"

Lestrade sighed, and packed his things without complaint. As for what he wanted to ask Sherlock just now, he can only talk about it next time.

The tall and thin figure passed through the dark and messy alleys, and the hem of the long black trench coat fluttered, looking extremely chic.

It's just that the tall woman who followed her was not so unruly. The difference in physical strength between the man and the woman made her trot panting, and occasionally she had to slow down the man in front to continue the two-person relationship.

These two people are Sherlock and Zhang Yu who came out to find informants after receiving news from Little Billy.

Sherlock felt a little irritated.

Issa is a good assistant. He is much better than John in solving cases, but his physical strength is really too bad.The place that was originally calculated to be within an hour, but under her drag, it can only be turned into an hour and a half.

It seems that if there is time in the future, Isardo will have to exercise. Now he is just tracking the informant, and the informant is fixed in one place.When it came time to track down the cunning prisoner in the future, Isa would not be of much help.

I don't have time to teach her fighting and endurance. Which agent on Baker Street is better?

Under the blessing of his keen six senses, Zhang Yu felt a little cold on his body, so he couldn't help wrapping his coat and scarf tightly.

The author has something to say: the code word speed is terribly slow, and the reasoning is really pitiful! !

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