Chinese food saves the world

Covering his painful face, Anderson's mood is beyond description. He is a forensic expert working at Scotland Yard Crime Laboratory!

Even though Scotland Yard is not as famous as MI[-], the frightening espionage organization, it still has a great reputation, and British forensic doctors have always had a high social status and respect, and their generous salaries also make these experts very confident. In any case, Anderson Never thought that one day he would be beaten in public at the scene of the crime.

This is assaulting the police!He's not one of those forensic staff in the university system, he's affiliated with Scotland Yard, and he's a genuine Scotland Yard agent!

After Hollett knocked down the Scotland Yard forensic laboratory expert, she folded her arms and looked at Sherlock nonchalantly, "You never mentioned before that you are working with these rude agents, You should have stood by and watched them lose their jobs because of their own ignorance, and get yourself a set of polite collaborators along the way."

Hollett's tone is soft and gentle, but the wording and sentences of this sentence can even be called surly, but this is indeed not an exaggeration. Even in Scotland Yard, due to the mutual restraint and supervision of various systems, the positions of these agents and forensic doctors are of course It is not a tenure system, and if you make a slight mistake in your work, your work license may be revoked and you may lose your job.

Taking the crime rate in London City in recent years as an example, if it weren’t for the fact that consulting detectives have a small hobby of solving crimes, I’m afraid they would have been sent to other jurisdictions due to dereliction of duty and incompetence, instead of still working steadily at a distance of only [-] meters from the House of Lords. Scotland Yard is yards away.

Hollett's few words made the Scotland Yard agents present furious, but for a moment they didn't know how to refute them. Even Anderson was stunned for a moment. He seemed to have just now remembered how easy it is for a British forensic doctor to lose his job. There is nothing wrong with it. It could lead to a suspension of his forensic license, leaving him a pauper who can do nothing.

And Sherlock didn't take a look at the forensic doctor Anderson, he kept watching Heletty, his beautiful green eyes looked much brighter than usual, because the little girl he raised had just shot for him, "Lestrade still Not bad."

As for the others, Sherlock never took what they said to heart. He was already at odds with others in interpersonal communication, and he didn't think it was a big deal.

On the other hand, Inspector Lestrade was overwhelmed by the detective's words and almost burst into tears. Not only did Sherlock not mock him, he even praised him?God, isn't he traveling in a dream?

Just as Lestrade was thinking, he saw the petite Asian girl looking at him with inexplicable blue eyes, "I beat up your subordinates, what do you decide to do? Arrest me for assaulting the police?"

In Anglo-American law countries, the crime of assaulting the police is not a trivial matter, but Lestrade looked at this petite girl who was not skinny, and suspected that if Scotland Yard brought her to court for assaulting the police, It will be questioned by the whole of the UK how vulnerable its agents are.

He couldn't help looking at Anderson, his voice covering his face and screaming for pain was a little too exaggerated, this girl's fist is only so small, how painful can it be to be punched?

And it was indeed Anderson and other detectives who were provocative. As a result, the detective's relatives and friends heard the rude words. Even if Lestrade was their boss, they all felt that Anderson deserved the beating.

In particular, he also recognized this mixed-race girl who seemed to be of both Anglo-Saxon and Asian descent. She was a physicist and Chinese restaurant cook who had become famous all over the world in recent days.

If the lady was arrested for assaulting the police because of the rudeness of the Scotland Yard agent, it would be rushing to send headlines to the British newspapers who have nothing to do with creating fake news to grab attention, Scotland Don't even try to get a little favor.

By that time, not to mention the burden of solving the case, Scotland Yard will probably be busy with all kinds of fake news produced by the tabloids, and the Chief Superintendent will probably want to jump into the Thames.

Before the Scotland Yard inspector could think about how to prepare for making the big and small things smaller, the cordon was raised again, and a tall, thin lady came in.

She looks similar to Sherlock in temperament, and some similarities can be seen in the facial features, but she is more gloomy and ruthless. The chilling gaze in the gray eyes makes Anderson and the Scotland Yard agents tremble with fear.

——They would say that the consulting detective is anti-social personality after seeing the devil. Compared with this lady, Sherlock Holmes is simply a saint of compassion!

And Holliday had already held Miss Holmes' finger, "Oluos, are you tired of waiting? It's all Xiali's fault, he always does stupid things."

Not long ago, she was protected by Hao Leti, but as soon as the big devil sister appeared, she was dissed by the detective: Little white-eyed wolf!

When Oulos looked at the sister he picked up, her eyes finally looked like a human being. She touched the top of Heletty's head and looked at Lestrade, "If Heletty is troubled by any crime of assaulting the police, your subordinates Evidence of mutual infidelity will be known."

"What? Cheating each other!" Inspector Lestrade seemed to be in a state of shock for a long time today. When he looked at his subordinate detectives, he found that the expressions of several people were full of embarrassment of being exposed and suspicion of "cheating each other". They missed each other and raped each other.

Office romances are not uncommon, especially the British who are famous for "sexing even if they don't like it". Perhaps cheating is not a crime, after all, it only involves personal morality, but they are detectives of the Metropolitan Police Department. It fermented into a huge scandal that discredited the entire police force, especially when Scotland Yard was helpless against this serial murder that shocked the country.

Lestrade looked at Anderson. The male forensic doctor had covered his face and stood up again. He didn't even dare to look at Holmes and his party. He just said to the detective, "It's my fault."

The implication was that he was not going to pursue the other party's assault on the police, but Hao Leti folded her arms, "Of course it's your fault, you have to apologize to Xiali."

Facing Hollett's "increasing progress", Anderson, who was pinched by his lifeline, was completely unable to refute. His voice was a little vague, and he didn't know whether it was because of facial pain or embarrassment. "I apologize for my rudeness."

It was not only the forensic doctor who was suppressed by force, but also the detectives who had provoked and mocked the detectives. Hollett asked them to line up and apologize to Sherlock one by one. She seemed to have a talent for "oppressing" people.

But just halfway through, Inspector Lestrade received a call from his superior, "The serial murder case on Whitehall Street has been handed over to -->>

MI[-] is in charge and you can go home and sleep well. "

"MI[-]?" The detective said with doubts, at this moment, a black car stopped outside the cordon, the rear door was pushed open, and a middle-aged gentleman wearing a black checked three-piece suit stepped out.

Sherlock, Oulos, and Heletti looked at the steady-footed elder brother—he was really scheming, and his black suit made him look a lot thinner.

And Mycroft Holmes stood still with his little black umbrella in front of the three troublemakers, "Sherlock, this case ends here."

The consulting detective frowned and was about to refute, but Hollett grabbed her wrist. She was looking at McCoff, "Of course, we're going home for supper."

The word "snack" made the British government frown, looked at her and said, "Go to the car."

Oulos looked indifferent, "Heleti didn't invite you to have dinner together."

"After all, you are already a fat middle-aged man." Sherlock continued.

The spy chief with power over Great Britain was astonishing, "Get in the car immediately, if you don't want to be sent to Eastern Europe to perform undercover missions."

Hollett seemed to be the most cooperative, and she was also responsible for persuading Sherlock and Oros, "Let Mike send us off, anyway, we are going to see the old Holmes couple."

In less than two hours, it will be the early morning of Oulos' birthday, and the two Holmes brothers and sisters, who are only one year apart, are almost obedient to Holmes. He got into the car like a spring breeze and occupied the back seat.

So when the British government finished handling the handover of the serial murder scene and was about to return to the car, they were directly squeezed into the co-pilot. As for the driver in the driver's seat, he worked for MI[-] and also served as an excellent agent of McCoff's confidant It is hard to believe that the "ruthless" spy chief has such no place in the family.

And in the back seat, three geniuses who oppressed their elder brother were sharing snacks——

Hollett took out a bag of hawthorn candy snowballs that had been made a few hours ago from her small bag. The cold weather in London prevented this delicious snack from melting at all. It looks like you can imagine the sweet and sour taste.

"You can eat a few now. Hawthorn is healthy and appetizing, and you won't accumulate food when you eat your birthday meal later." Haoleti handed the sugar packet to Sherlock and Oulos.

Unlike candied haws, although the taste is both sweet and sour, the hawthorn snowballs are more crispy, and the icing with a little white vinegar neutralizes the sweetness more deliciously, without being too sweet like most desserts , not to mention its melt-in-the-mouth taste, it has to be described as attractive.

The British government pushed to the co-pilot - eats snacks in my car and doesn't even give me one!They are all white-eyed wolves!Raising them is better than raising a hawthorn!

When McCoff was slandering, Hollett tugged at his sleeve, and then handed the Kaifeng hawthorn candy snowball in his direction, "Do you want to try it?"

Mycroft, who always felt he had a duty to teach her, said, "Ladies shouldn't eat sweets in the car."

Holly blinked her blue eyes, "Oh."

So when the British government's finger was already stretched out halfway, Hollett took back the beautiful sugar packet, resealed it and put it in the bag.

Mycroft Holmes: She must have done it on purpose!definitely is!

Seeing Mycroft deflated, Sherlock endured the corners of his mouth that almost turned up, and cleared his throat, "The case on Whitehall Street has been handed over to MI[-], and it seems to involve other countries."

Although he has always only disciplined his younger siblings with a sense of responsibility, lack of warmth, and even a control freak, but McCoff is often willing to reveal some inside information about the case to Sherlock. , Sherlock would be a good executor.

"It's related to Latvia." His voice was steady, without any ups and downs.

Latviania used to be a small country in Eastern Europe, but in these years it has developed into a world power, and even tried to conquer other countries.

Sherlock frowned imperceptibly, but looked at Heleti, with some worry implied in his tone, "The real leader of Latovnia has repeatedly fought with decent people including S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Fantastic Four. The organization is the enemy."

Hollett leaned her head on Oulos' shoulder, "Doctor Doom?"

Dr. Doom Victor von Doom is the real dictator of the Eastern European country Latvia, and the country’s prime minister is just his puppet. Breathing softly is the law."

Doctor Doom has often made enemies of superheroes, and Heleti, who is closely related to these organizations, seems to be an easy target.

Facing the caring and protective eyes of the three Holmes, Hollett said seriously, "I'm very good, really."

Her blue eyes were unbelievably beautiful, and there was a serious expression on her white and tender face, which made Oulos almost couldn't resist hugging her into his arms and rubbing her.

And McCoff sat in the co-pilot seat, looked at her sideways, and asked in a questioning tone, "Awesome? Not to mention anything else, you chose the most stupid way to face Scotland Yard today."

The British government apparently taught that they wanted to attack again, "You have at least 47 ways to deal with those agents, instead of punching him yourself."

Although McCoff knew very well that Hollett had been taught enough fighting skills by Sherlock and him, but she still looked weak in front of a grown man, which inevitably made him feel unnecessary worries.

He hated going out on the field, and he didn't like to use force himself. After all, before he had to do this, he already had countless ways to achieve his plan, or make his opponent pay a heavy price.

But Hao Leti sometimes didn't follow his teachings very much, she pouted dissatisfiedly, "But punching him is very relieved."

Before McCoff could speak again, she said again, "Although my Xiali's brain is not very good, but he is absolutely not allowed to be bullied by others!"

Detective with a bad mind: I'm in a complicated mood, I'm afraid I need to smoke and drink to burn my head to calm down.