[Zhongyingmei] The heroine is suspected of being a psychic

Zhang Yu is not extremely intelligent, but his logical deduction ability is considered excellent among ordinary people.From the man talking nervously to himself, she has already recognized the identities of the "subordinate", "queen" and the "colonel".

In London's underworld, the term subordinate is only applied to Moriarty, their supreme and most sophisticated criminally intelligent king.

The queen, of course, is Irene Adler, who has made a career as a news dealer and dares not to be underestimated. She is also Andy Lauer's ex-girlfriend.

As for the colonel, he is probably the most loyal knife around Moriarty. The sharpshooter Colonel Moran with a strong literary style is also the direct promoter of several cases that Sherlock is quite interested in.

However, even if he knew these secrets, Zhang Yu didn't think they were of any use. At most, he would provide Sherlock with some clues when he was thinking, so that he could find out the answer faster.

But, speaking of Sherlock, why hasn't he come back yet?Could it be that he simply forgot himself?

Thinking of this, Zhang Yu felt a little scared and nervous.She came here following Sherlock's footsteps, only in the most basic state of being lost in the streets of London, England.If Sherlock really abandoned himself, he probably could only rest here with the corpse for one night.

Although Zhang Yu has been in contact with as many corpses as a school since he was a child, living in a morgue is not a good choice.Besides, the law and order here is not very good. Even if there are no murderers, if you meet ordinary people, Zhang Yu can only stop eating because of his current disability.

Zhang Yu's mind moved slightly, and his fingers touched a familiar hard object-the mobile phone.Now she can only hope that sweet little John isn't shutting down and going to sleep.This is her most reliable choice at present.

The mobile phone was turned on hands-free, and the long beep sound seemed inappropriate in the empty room. Coupled with the corpse in front of him, it was the midnight ring that everyone had heard.

Fortunately, the call was finally connected.

"Hi! Is that Sherlock?"

With curly hair on his head, John reluctantly sat up from the bed with a speechless and confused expression.At this time, it was difficult for him to guess anyone other than Sherlock.

Hearing John's hoarse voice, Zhang Yu felt a little guilty.But Zhang Yu's guilt disappeared as soon as his eyes swept around.

If Zhang Yu didn't show up, it would only be John who would have happened.Zhang Yu was forced to replace John as the unlucky ghost, which is not a good thing.

Seeing that the other party didn't answer for a long time, John, who was awakened from his dream, was now irritable no matter how good-tempered he was.

"Sorry if you're just kidding me, I'm dying!"

Zhang Yu quickly replied, "John, it's me! Isa."

"Issa? Why are you calling me at this hour?"

John was shocked by the real identity of the person opposite.Didn't Issa go out with Sherlock to handle the case?How do you still have the energy to chat with yourself?

Zhang Yu smiled wryly, "I sprained my foot, and now I'm with a dead body. I don't know where Sherlock has gone. Can you help me?"

To be left with a dead body was as stupid a thing as Sherlock was capable of.Has Sherlock forgotten that Zhang Yu has only been in London for a few days?It's really inconsiderate.

John groaned in his heart, and then he agreed to Zhang Yu's request.

"OK! You give me an address, I will pick you up now, come back first, and then settle accounts with Sherlock."

After telling John the address, Zhang Yu relaxed his body, sat lazily on the ground, took off his shoes, and kneaded his thumb back and forth on the sprained area to relieve the pain.

If a stranger sees her like this, they will probably think that Zhang Yu is such a bohemian, free-spirited female man, full of casualness.Fortunately, there is only one living person and one dead person besides her.

The living will not mind her performance, and the dead cannot express his thoughts.

Of course, this silent living person was not the Sherlock who had gone somewhere, but a big boy with the same blue eyes and exquisite facial features, the boy who claimed to be Tom.

Moriarty was in a good mood.

As a king who succeeded in ascending the throne amid the chaos, he has almost no threats. Apart from racking his brains to come up with better criminal ideas every day, he can only have some fun for himself.

In his perennial criminal career, perhaps this time has been counted since he was born, he knew that he was a genius, and a genius is always lonely.So, he turned to consulting detective Sherlock Holmes, who was on the opposite side of his camp.

Sherlock is a genius like him, with the same high-end mind and wisdom, and his excellent memory and judgment distinguish them from ordinary people.

Because of this, he was extremely interested in Sherlock.He sent people to observe Sherlock's every move every day and judge Sherlock's next move. He knew Sherlock better than anyone else except his mother.Sounds like a crazy gay guy in love with Sherlock.

This kind of attention is far beyond imagination, and mortals usually call his behavior "crazy" or "abnormal".

Of course, Moriarty didn't feel much about it.In his heart, reputation is worse than a pound note on the ground, at least, reputation can't fill people's stomachs.But money can!

When Zhang Yu appeared at 221B Baker Street, not only the British government noticed her, but Moriarty also paid close attention to all this.That's why they met by chance at the Chinatown vegetable market.

Only now, Moriarty deeply felt that Miss Issa was a little more fun than Sherlock.Moriarty, a man who lacked playmates, was rather pleased to add Issa to his No. 1 list of playmates.

This is a great honor for anyone in the dark world.

A playful smile was outlined on Moriarty's face, and the joy in his eyes seemed to bloom directly.He has already thought of a brand new entertainment method, and plans to meet his "friend" again tomorrow.The feeling of watching in secret is always better than seeing it with his own eyes. He designed a surprise, and now he just wants to see the expressions of Issa and Sherlock when the time comes.

Turning around, he led a tall man with a sniper rifle on his back, and gradually disappeared into the darkness.

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