Looking at the Sleeping Beauty in front of him, Oliver was filled with joy and satisfaction, as if even the injury on his hand was not so important.

Also, after all, this is the first oriental beauty he has set his sights on, and it is more precious and difficult to obtain than the collection he got before, so it is the price to suffer only this little injury.Anyway, when the time comes, she will get even better treatment in her own studio.

But without further ado, Oliver didn't stay in a daze for long, but picked up the unconscious Zhang Yu, turned around and went downstairs.Not far from Baker Street, his car was parked there.

The driver standing still respectfully opened the car door for the man in front of him. Oliver first carefully put Zhang Yu on the back seat, and then got in. The men in front drove away consciously without Oliver's orders.

In the carriage, Oliver felt the smoothness of the girl's skin, and stared at her sleeping face with dazed eyes.Well, this toy is finally my own!

London's street lights flashed by, and the most common black car circled around the city, trying to hide its tracks, and seemed to want to get rid of unknown stalkers.

However, it is a pity that the stalker this time is more familiar with the city's transportation network than the driver who has lived in London all year round, and is also smarter than Oliver's previous opponents who have made a name for himself as an "artist" in the underground world.

At the moment Zhang Yu was left at 221B Baker Street, Sherlock jumped up from the sofa, stood up straight and walked outside, wrapping his scarf on while walking.John put on one of the vests casually, and took advantage of the deep night to follow Sherlock and set off.Mrs. Hudson wandered around the room and ended up sitting on the sofa anxiously praying for the safe return of her three lovely tenants.

As soon as he went out, a gust of cold wind rushed towards the British forehead.Shocked by the coolness, Sherlock's brain worked faster than ever.A topographic map of London unfolded in front of his eyes, showing the current location of the car on the monitoring page on his phone.

The car drove very fast, but in just a few minutes, it was already two blocks away from Sherlock.Fortunately, it was very close to his own straight line, Sherlock thought about it, and led John to run in the other direction.

Cross a street, climb up to the roof by a staircase that can go up by the side of the road, jump off on the other side, use a balcony that is only half a meter apart, and walk along a narrow path to another block, and then grab Stand by the side of the road in front of that car.

It's just that the speed of the car was too fast, and Sherlock was left far behind by it after chasing him halfway.Also because the car had been cleverly covering up its license plate number, Sherlock was unable to track down the whereabouts of the car on the internal monitoring network of the London Traffic Police.

Fortunately, he didn't have to rely solely on monitoring as a tool.

John's legs were not long enough, so he managed to catch up with him out of breath, only to find that Sherlock had stopped, standing calmly in front of a 24-hour convenience store, holding a bag he had just borrowed from a young and pretty salesperson. laptop.I don't know what he said to convince the vigilant saleswoman that his actions were not for robbery.

There were two or three stools in the convenience store specially prepared for customers who came to buy boxed lunches. Sherlock sat there leisurely, and John sat opposite him, watching Sherlock's fingers jumping on the laptop keyboard, his hand speed It seems that countless double images can appear outside, and the eyes are full of incredible.

"Hey! Sherlock, didn't you want to chase that car? What are you doing now? Playing computer?!"

Sherlock didn't raise his head, and revealed his behavior at this time in a rather flat tone: "I gave Issa the scrunchie she used to tie her hair today, and the golden butterfly hair ornament on it has a specially prepared chip installed in it. , as long as it is still in a place where it can transmit a signal, I can locate it."

There was a timid sharpness in his eyes, and he continued to speak at that frightening speed: "So we can only wait for its location to be confirmed before we start. But it is not ruled out that Oliver will throw the thing on Issa's head on the ground." Some dangerous place, or it was left out very far from where he settled."

"Then Issa didn't know about this chip? No one would like others to monitor their actions all the time. Issa will definitely turn against you if he finds out. Sherlock, be careful when the time comes and you will have to beg me to help you." busy."

John really admired Sherlock's relaxed tone when he said these words, but he was also a little speechless and gloating.

Issa is Sherlock's assistant, but Sherlock's attitude towards Issa is as cold as an enemy. I don't know that when Issa realizes that his position in Sherlock's heart is equal to that of Mycroft Holmes, How would she feel.

To strangle Sherlock?Or do you want to strangle Sherlock?However, if it was Issa who hit someone with his hands, a XX upward kick would probably be able to completely defeat Sherlock.This is the difference between women and men.

John imagined the scene of Issa and Sherlock fighting in his mind, and only felt the chill in his lower body.

But now is not the time to think about such boring things. John fixed his eyes on the lines on the computer screen, trying to determine the position of the glowing red dot in the center.

Seeing this, Sherlock kindly reminded: "They have now arrived near the Rolling Bridge, looking at their heading direction, it seems, oh, no, it is the direction of Hyde Park... Well, now the red dot has stopped at HdyePark Garden, stay still for 1 minute...It's actually here, I understand!"

Sherlock's voice was full of surprise and sudden realization. When John heard it, he immediately became excited, "Is there any problem here? What do you understand, Sherlock?"

Sherlock shook his head and explained softly: "The garden is surrounded by very expensive villas. There was a fire in the villas a year ago, and no one with a name nearby died, but there was a villa in it. But it was burned down, and there was a corpse in the room on the second floor of the villa, which surprised the police and could not be claimed. According to the forensic examination, when the fire broke out, the deceased was not dead, but I don’t know why The reason is that she did not run away, but was directly burned to death in the room. At the same time, what is strange is that during the on-site inspection, there was no dust left after the burnt hair, so the bald female corpse was at that time It also caused a big commotion. Some people suspect that she set the fire herself."

"Two months later, the owner of the villa showed up and pushed the original house to be rebuilt, but it was rebuilt in exactly the same shape as before. It is said that it was the reason for nostalgia. But I didn't take over it at the time. In this case, I don’t know much about the psychology of the owner of the house. Now it seems that the real owner of the villa is probably our current opponent, Mr. Oliver. Then, it is not difficult to guess some questions about the corpse.”

John felt his head swell a little. He was not a talented player like Sherlock, who could easily see the essence through appearances, nor was he like Zhang Yu, who could directly see the truth.All he knew about this case was the inexplicable pool of blood and corpses mentioned by Issa yesterday and the blood samples collected by Sherlock. His knowledge was pitiful.

Fortunately, Sherlock did not intend to allow John to participate in this deliberately formed rescue operation ignorantly. As usual, he explained to his skull friend and said to John:

"I found a bunch of dolls sewn with human hair in Oliver's darkroom yesterday. The blood of different people appeared in yesterday's samples, so Oliver is probably a person who kept people in captivity to draw blood and cut off their hair to sew dolls." Crazy artist. And Issa, at the dance yesterday, unfortunately became his next target. Oliver has obsessive-compulsive disorder, he likes stable, well-behaved things that don't change, so his house will be rebuilt to be exactly the same as before. The reason why the deceased had no strength to escape is also very simple, because she was too weak and could only lie on the bed at ordinary times. As for the cause of the fire, it is yet to be determined, maybe it was the last struggle of the deceased, or someone accidentally set fire to destroy the evidence , Maybe it's a circuit problem. I haven't seen the scene, and you know the things in the newspapers, all the points are missing, and there is no way to speculate on the conclusion."

John nodded while listening, this is the gap between geniuses and ordinary people.He is also a retired veteran and has been on the battlefield many times, but he has never paid attention to this information, even if he puts doubts in front of him, he can't see it.Only a guy with astonishing observation and memory like Sherlock could see the connection.

It's just that, John is even more worried about Issa who has fallen into Oliver's hands, "Then should we set off now to rescue Issa?"

Although Sherlock didn't give a direct answer, he just stood up neatly and showed his attitude.The traces in the laptop were wiped clean, and a ten-pound note was left on the seat, and Sherlock and John left the convenience store together.

John looked at the darkness opposite, a flash of excitement flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help saying a shameful line: "Guys. Dosomething, mybuttsittingbelowthetank! Let'sgo!"

Sherlock glanced at his friend beside him, and couldn't help curling his lips slightly, but the next moment, the usual poisonous tongue sounded in John's ear again: "Do you think we are going to run away? You idiot!"

He waved his hand on the side of the road, and a familiar black taxi appeared in front of John, and the tall and thin man beside him had already boarded the car. John froze in place, only seeing his stupid appearance in the rearview mirror.

He finally couldn't help but rubbed his forehead, stepped forward to open the car door, sat in the back seat, and complained to Sherlock: "You already knew there would be a taxi here? Then why did you go so hard to get here before getting in the car?" ?!! Do you think that the physical strength I consume is not physical strength?"

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