[Comprehensive British and American] The world is malicious

Lestrade looked at Sherlock who turned to go upstairs just after saying hello, and pursed the corners of his mouth helplessly. "He has always been like this, he doesn't care about anything except the case." Lestrade said apologetically.

"I understand that geniuses are always different. Thank you for your help today, Inspector." Jennifer raised her eyebrows and showed a friendly smile.

As the liaison of the BAU team, Jennifer is very good at dealing with the media and even the families of the victims, which is why she was selected to be sent to London this time.

"If possible, I would like to be able to access a file from 12 years ago, which may help us understand this case better."

"12 years ago?" Lestrade frowned. At that time, he had only been in Scotland Yard for only a few years, and he was considered a fledgling kid. "...I don't think there is any connection between it and Miss Heat , if this is an organization lurking in London, we will not be ignorant."

"Of course, I fully believe in your ability." Jennifer said with a smile in her eyes, and said in a light tone, "Actually, it's because the federal government recently arrested a prisoner who confessed to having made a crime in California. Accidentally, resulting in the death of Mr. Roberts.

Meanwhile, we find out that Mrs. Roberts also died in an accident in London.It's so coincidental that we have to wonder if there's something mysterious about it. "

Lestrade stood up in surprise, looked at Jennifer in disbelief, then quickly averted his eyes, and began to walk a few steps in the small open space.

"I know who you're talking about... It's very surprising. The police have long classified it as an accident. The Roberts couple's daughter was also adopted by a neighbor at that time."

Lestrade is still deeply impressed by that incident, not only because of the high medical reputation of the two, but also because it was unimaginable at the time that the two people in a foreign country had an accident almost at the same time.

"Okay, but this requires relevant procedures. I can't call up your files for no reason." Lestrade looked at Jennifer, he couldn't break the rules, even though he had given Sherlock privileges countless times.

"You can rest assured that we have prepared the application. If possible, we hope that we can meet again after the application is approved, Inspector."

Jennifer looked upstairs out of the corner of her eye as she spoke, said goodbye to Lestrade with a smile, and left Butts Hospital.

Jennifer stepped on the land of another country, feeling a little strange in her heart.It was already [-] o'clock in the evening. Due to the recent vicious murders in London, fewer and fewer people would go out at night. Looking up, the usually bustling streets were somewhat empty.

Just as Jennifer left Barts Hospital, she received a call from the United States, "Hotch?" Jennifer relaxed her body, and her tense nerves became less tense the moment she heard the familiar voice.

"How's the situation?" Hotch's steady voice came through the phone.

"It's not bad... Seadon is dead, and the efficiency of Scotland Yard is much faster than we thought." Jennifer raised her mouth and raised her hand to stop a taxi approaching from a distance.

"After the approval, I will have access to the file of Mrs. Roberts' accidental death 12 years ago. I think we may have the opportunity to obtain more information."

"Sitton will never be the only one who sneaked into London. I believe in your ability. If necessary, I will send someone to help you, Jennifer." Hotch paused and continued.

"Thank you, I hope I can wait until the day when I can't hold on anymore." Jennifer smiled, hung up the phone, and turned her head to look at the night scene outside the car.She had to admit that the night view of London was beautiful, but unfortunately, she didn't have much time to appreciate it.

She came to London this time not only for Sidon, but to find an opportunity, an opportunity that could make the FBI get rid of its passive position. They hoped that there would be new discoveries in London.

Their enemy is a cunning and mysterious guy. He has never shown his face in public, but countless criminals have found him and worked for him one after another. He is just like a devil.

Jennifer didn't want to use such a word to describe it, but there was no doubt that "devil" was the most appropriate description.

Jennifer took the last few glances out of the window, then turned her head and stared at the traffic light ahead that was changing from red to green. Her mind was still flashing the murder that happened not long ago in Pennsylvania, USA.

■

221B Baker Street 22:00 hours

"Bad boy, if you knock on the door again at this time, I will deduct your rent." Mrs. Hudson yawned, rubbed her sleeping eyes that were swollen and opened the door.

"Oh, who are you, sir?" Mrs. Hudson widened her eyes in surprise, and looked at the person who knocked on the door in the middle of the night.

This is a man with deep sunken eyes, his face is gray due to listlessness, and his figure is thin, like an upright match.

"I'm sorry to bother you so late... Ma'am. I'm looking for... Mr. Holmes... I... I need... help." The man spoke intermittently, and he couldn't even complete a sentence. It made Mrs. Hudson very uncomfortable.

However, this slight discomfort quickly disappeared without a trace, oh, she shouldn't have such thoughts, look, the poor thing.

Mrs. Hudson quickly corrected her thoughts, "Although, I sympathize with you, sir, but Sherlock is not here. He has gone out and does not know when he will return.

Maybe, you can come back tomorrow? "Mrs. Hudson tried to suggest that she couldn't just invite a stranger into the house, it was too dangerous.

The man let out a sigh, his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably, and the only brilliance in his eyes faded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"I...I saw...a weird thing...very...very...weird, I...I can't...go back." The man continued intermittently, he stuttered more than before, every sentence It seemed that his strength was going to be exhausted, "I...I need...help!"

"Sir, I didn't lie to you. Sherlock is indeed not here." Mrs. Hudson said in a regretful tone. She stretched her neck and looked at the street in the distance. She happened to see Sherlock and Ni Na.

"They're back!"

[(Name:??) (Calluses on the inner side of the thumb and index finger, wide buttocks, rough skin on the face→truck driver) (stains on the collar and cuffs→possibly living alone) (sluggishness, thinness→recent strange things)]

"Sit down and tell me what happened, sir?" Sherlock turned on the light and sat on the sofa he liked.

Sherlock's energy is still very high, as long as there is a case worthy of his research, his high energy never weakens by half, it is like a strong stimulant injection.

"Miss Roberts, do you want to come in and listen? I need your help." Sherlock looked at Nina who was passing by the door.

[No, you don't need my help, you just need me to serve the tea.You should get a nanny, or maybe a doctor, to come and see that big bruise you're blocking. ]

Nina raised her eyebrows and gave Sherlock a friendly smile, "You have water at hand, I wish you success in your work, good night, Mr. Holmes."

The skinny man sat on the chair stiffly, he looked very nervous, he kept rubbing his hands, and the palms of his hands began to ooze cold sweat.

He wanted to start talking about the strange thing he encountered over and over again, but every time he opened his mouth, he couldn't stop trembling, but he couldn't say a word.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and the man was startled, almost jumping up from his chair.

"Sorry, I don't want to disturb you, I forgot to bring the key." Nina nodded apologetically to the gentleman sitting on the chair, "You don't mind if I use your window sill, Mr. Holmes."

"Anything, but I don't think you can climb up." Sherlock said, continuing to look at the silent man, "Sir, you need to say it, I need your description!"

"I don't need to climb up, it will come down by itself." Nina walked to the window sill, opened the curtains, and stuck her head out of the window.

Nina shouted upstairs in a low voice, "Cloe!"

Nina opened the curtains, and a snowy owl flew in through the open window. Its claws grabbed the window rails, its dark eyes rolled around, and finally looked at Nina.

After Nina touched Chloe's furry head, she pointed to her pocket, imitating the action of picking out a key, "The key in the pocket, thank you, dear."

When Nina was waiting for the key, she also wanted to hear about this gentleman's strange affairs, but after Sherlock asked, the gentleman still didn't speak.

"Would you like to drink some hot water, sir, it will help relieve your stress." Nina turned her head and said, "Mr. Holmes is opposite you, you need his help, don't you?"

Nina poured a glass of hot water and stuffed the glass into the man's hand.The man nodded slightly, held the water glass with his hand, and wriggled his lips. After a while, he stammered about the unbelievable strange thing.