[Zhongyingmei] The heroine is suspected of being a psychic

Three people make a crowd, let alone four people.

Zhang Yu led the way, and there was no other sound except their footsteps.

It was probably because Zhang Yu was already very familiar with this place after walking around in the labyrinth-like corridor for many times.

After climbing the stairs and turning several times, they managed to reach the scene where Zhang Yu found the pool of blood.

However, there is no red thing here.Not a trace of blood remained.It seems that everything that was wrong before was an illusion.

Of course, Sherlock would not suspect that Zhang Yu was deceiving himself on purpose.Although only a few days of contact, Sherlock can already confirm that she is not a female spy.What's more, Zhang Yu didn't have the ability to forge so many photos of the car in a short period of time.

Then the answer is very transparent, it is the person who poured the blood and wiped the blood away.

As long as something happens in the world, there must be traces or evidence preserved, no matter how subtle the evidence is.

Sherlock squatted on the ground, casually placed the magnifying glass in his pocket in front of his eyes, and sniffed the floor with his nose, like a menacing and brave hunting dog.

Zhang Yu also dragged her skirt carefully, and squatted with Sherlock, staring at the clean and flawless door in a daze.

Immaculate?

A thought flashed through Zhang Yu's mind, was the door so clean when she came just now?

No!

So, when that person came back to clean the blood on the ground, he cleaned the door panel?

Zhang Yu tugged on Sherlock's sleeve excitedly, and got an angry slash.

"Don't disturb my thinking!"

Zhang Yu bowed her head obediently in a hurry, but after a while, she couldn't bear it anymore, and she argued: "I didn't mean to disturb you, but look at that door, it's too clean. When I came here, there was no So spotless."

Sherlock's eyes lit up, and he moved over carefully, carefully observing where Zhang Yu was pointing.

really.The door panel was stained with a little blood because of that person's handling.Fortunately, this person only focused on the blood on the ground, carelessly ignoring other places.

He did not know where to find a roll of tape, pasted all the suspicious locations he found, then tore it off, rolled it up carefully, and put it in a transparent bag.

After finishing all this, he stood up under everyone's puzzled eyes, clapped his hands, and prepared to leave.

"Okay, we have found this here for the time being. If you have no other ideas, John, Isa, let's go back! We have found the target that person asked us to look for."

"Sherlock, why did you go back so early today?"

John has no idea about leaving, but doesn't Sherlock usually like to investigate the case before resting?Why are you so attentive today?

Zhang Yu came to his senses, looked at the mobile phone on his body, and exclaimed: "It's already ten o'clock, we have to go back quickly and fill in the answers on the website!"

John also remembered at this time, and he held his head and sighed, "Sherlock, why did you design your webpage so that only computers can view it? If mobile phones can also be used, wouldn't we have more time?" ?"

He went up and hugged Sarah, and said goodbye to her in a solemn tone: "Sarah, I have to leave with Sherlock and Issa first, if there is anything, such as going to your house or something, you can send me a text message at any time .”

Sara, who was still a little upset at first, burst into laughter when she heard it, "OK! I'll call you if I have something to do. However, your friend is really interesting! Just like you, my baby."

After finishing speaking, she hugged and kissed John for a long time in front of two passers-by, Sherlock and Zhang Yu, and then left, leaving behind an idiot John who was dazed by the kiss.

Zhang Yu was about to stop for a while to observe John's facial expression, when she was dragged away by Sherlock who was a little irritable...

Zhang Yu: Sherlock is suddenly so enthusiastic about me. Is it because I put too many nicotine patches? (⊙o⊙)!

Of course, Zhang Yu didn't find the answer from all Sherlock's reactions.

Hurrying back to Baker Street, Zhang Yu went upstairs as fast as he could in his life, turned on Sherlock's computer, and logged on to the webpage, but he hesitated a little when filling in the name of the person they were looking for .

Sherlock, who was sitting on the sofa and enjoying the black coffee specially sent by Mrs. Hudson, felt Zhang Yu's peeping gaze, and asked in a good mood: "Issa, what's the matter?"

Zhang Yu, who was peeping, froze in place. Sherlock seemed to be able to hear the click of her body when she raised her head, and then there was a slight voice like a kitten: "Sherlock, I am just hesitating whose name to fill in. You know , you two haven’t given me an answer yet. My own judgment is not necessarily accurate.”

Sherlock paused, and said, "Who are you judging? John doesn't need to count on it. He probably only cares about playing tonight."

Hearing Sherlock's words to tarnish his reputation, John retorted speechlessly: "I also inquired a lot tonight. The castle where the ball was held was built by a man named Oliver Turner. , he has been living on it all the time. And as long as this person's name is said, all the women around him have never said that he is not good at all, but is there such a perfect guy in the world?"

Sherlock nodded: "This is indeed a good reason. However, you just interrupted my chat with Issa. Issa, continue to say what you think."

Zhang Yu lay on the table for a while, with a muffled voice, and said: "I have two suspects, one is Professor Oliver mentioned by John just now, and the other is Tom I met again today. You have seen Sherlock .”

"Oliver's because he looked at me very wrongly. It wasn't the way he looked at the beautiful girl he met suddenly, but the way he must look at the collection. I have no doubt that after I fell into his hands, he Will trap me and try to make me the best puppet I can be."

"As for Tom, I don't know what to say. When I was stuck running around in the maze in the palace, I met him to get down, but it was a bit of a coincidence. Maybe there is something wrong with him, but Nothing to do with our goals."

"So, I still think it's that Oliver. He has too many doubts, and it feels like he deliberately left it for us to see."

Zhang Yu made a very formal summary in a calm voice, and then looked at Sherlock with John.

There was a smile on Sherlock's indifferent face, and he praised John and Zhang Yu unceremoniously: "You are really good, much better than the group of useless goldfish in Scotland Yard. My judgment is also that Oliver, But Issa's guess is not wrong, his doubts are deliberately left for us to see, and the person who left us is the guy who called yesterday."

"That guy probably wanted to kill Oliver, but out of some concerns, he couldn't directly attack Oliver, so he came to us and threatened an innocent life, so we turned our attention to Oliver and found him murder, and then throw him in jail. And it's very convenient to do it in prison."

Zhang Yu blinked, showing a hint of joy, "That means Oliver will be punished in prison, right? Then I can rest assured. The corpse I saw today made me really I want to kill him directly."

"So Issa, you can fill in the answers now. Well, you're still great as my assistant. By the way, I'm a little hungry, would you mind getting some supper now?" Sherlock said to Zhang Fish said very earnestly—er, commanded.

Upon hearing this, John echoed, "Yes, and I have a share."

Zhang Yu, who had just finished typing, suddenly lost her strength, and complained softly: "Mrs. Hudson is not asleep yet, or can I order takeaway for you?"

Sherlock and John very tacitly refused to say: "NO!"

"All right!"

So Zhang Yu, who had been a detective for a long time, returned to his job as a housekeeper or cook, and the kitchen began to clank, and as time went by, the smell in the room became stronger and stronger.

John looked at Sherlock quite enviously, and said sourly, "Issa is really good at cooking. Sherlock, you've made a lot of money this time!"

Sherlock snorted softly, he knew the reason why John said this without looking, and he stabbed him with a knife without hesitation: "Oh! So you finally found out that Sarah gave you lunch before. Roadside, and she can't cook at all? Did she let you try her latest dark snack?"

John nodded in great pain, "Yes, so I made an agreement with her, if we live together, I will cook the meals."

Sherlock really laughed this time, "So I have to remind you again, your Sarah girlfriend has an ex-boyfriend who is still in a good relationship, and her boyfriend is still trying to get her back. So, goodluck!"

John almost fell down on the sofa, feeling extremely distressed: "Oh no! Sherlock! You can't treat me like Lestrade! You should keep it from me, or take the initiative to help me solve these problems."

Then Sherlock, who was called for help, suddenly had a cold expression: "Why? Give me a reason!"

John understood Sherlock's subtext in seconds, and immediately surrendered his hands: "Okay! I'll give you half of the supper that Issa prepared for me later."

"Ok?"

"OK! Two-thirds!" John had to give in, but he didn't want to make Sherlock too proud, "But you have to help me get rid of Sarah's ex-boyfriend! Otherwise, be careful what I say to Issa about your business."

"Maybe." Sherlock looked at John with disdain, then lowered his head and continued playing with his phone.

Just then, Sherlock's cell phone rang, and it was a text message from an unfamiliar number.

He clicked on it, and John felt a little shivering with his expressionless face.

"What did the text say?"

John took the phone from Sherlock's hand, and read the content directly: "My dear Sherlock, congratulations on finding the betrayer, so you are the winner of this bet. Your next meeting will be very interesting and interesting ~ BY your dear Moriarty"

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