[Comprehensive British and American] The world is malicious

[Bohemian Letterhead, No Fingerprints, Parker Century Iridium Pen, Sweet Bread Smell]

Sherlock held the letterhead he got from the girl up to the light and looked at it carefully. On the back of the letterhead was a strange picture and a series of numbers (you need a specific book to find a specific word).

Sherlock pressed his palms together on his chin, looking at the three items on the table.

[Bohemian letterhead (painting, book code), cell phone (several missed text messages from SH and abby, nothing special), exquisite wooden sticks? (shape and depth of wheel marks→Porsche Cayenne) (paint smell left on the ground)]

[Where did you see the painting, it must be in... Sidon, Freeman, oh, the incomplete part. ]

Thoughts flashed through Sherlock's mind, and he excitedly found Freeman's ring from the drawer. He had used Nina's cell phone to take pictures of the mark on Sidon's ankle.

Lestrade went straight from the door to the table, his two slender eyebrows were almost wrinkled, "Oh, I thought you fell into the hands of criminals, and I called you countless times, Sherlock."

"I'm used to texting." Sherlock put together the pattern on the ring, Sidon's mark and the picture on the letterhead.

"SMS?" Lestrade looked at Sherlock with a joking look on his face, "You can't even hear the phone call, you will text back?"

"NO, I'm busy."

[The books that record these patterns, Phoenix, Simonli, she has come into contact with. ]

"Give me the phone, Gavin."

"Greg, my name." Lestrade couldn't show any expression, he wished he hadn't been here before, "The phone is in your hand! Sherlock."

"That's not mine!" Sherlock said, turning his head sideways, frowning, "It's in the pocket of his coat."

"...do you know how annoying you are?" Lestrade took out his mobile phone from his pocket, "I didn't come here to get your mobile phone, Sherlock, Barclays Bank was stolen, this is the first time Three times, three times in one month!"

"Oh, you have lowered the IQ of the whole street again, I really want to know what is in your little heads, is it empty?"

(Search: no matches for phoenix)

(no match for Simonli)

(no match for Occult)

"Aren't you even broken?" Sherlock looked at the search results of "no match" three times, jumped off the chair angrily, and straightened the wrinkled shirt.

"I need your help, Sherlock." Lestrade stood up, "Can you understand what it means that Barclays Bank was stolen three times a month? This is simply impossible, but it happens to be what you are good at, Xia Locke."

"Yes, I'm very good at it." Sherlock said while suddenly turning his head to look at the snowy owl that flew in through the window and landed on the desk.

"Well... I need Nina's key, Chloe." Sherlock walked up to Chloe and tried to say that he had seen Nina talk to this snowy owl, even though she had tried to use gestures to express it. cover.

"You're talking to an owl!" Lestrade's eyes widened in disbelief, "Sherlock, do you have a fever?" He couldn't think of a better explanation, even though Sherlock was usually a bit unpleasant Like it, but at least it's...normal.

"I need to try it." Sherlock twitched the corners of his mouth and met Chloe's sharp eyes, "... Chloe, Nina is missing, I need you to take down the key, I can find her. "

Chloe turned her eyes, looked left and right, moved her furry head again, spread her wings and flew out of the window. After a while, it came back with a bunch of keys in its mouth, and put the keys in Sherlock's hand inside.

"Oh, it's unbelievable!" Lestrade stared at Chloe completely dumbfounded. He almost forgot the fact that Barclays Bank was stolen three times, and that Sherlock Holmes, who had just become famous, was trying to talk to an owl.

"...Sherlock, you just said that Miss Roberts is missing." Lestrade suddenly realized, no wonder Mrs. Hudson looked depressed when he came up.

"Abducted at 12:10 noon to be precise." Sherlock corrected Lestrade's statement, put the key in his pocket, and walked out of the room quickly, "It was a boring case. The grocery store dug a 40-foot tunnel to get into Barclays, they needed at least three weeks, and you don't know anything about it."

Sherlock took a few steps back, leaned back and said, "Please use your rusty little heads, an owl can even understand human speech, Gavin."

It's Greg, oh, he's being compared to an owl!

Lestrade looked at the praised owl in frustration. It was standing on Sherlock's desk. The moment it noticed Lestrade's gaze, it raised its neck proudly.

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Sherlock uses the only key to open the door of Nina's apartment, and he needs to find the book that records Simonli and Phoenix.

[(Photo on the table: adoptive parents, good relationship, estimated age: five or six years old, lost, at a loss → because I was accepted into a new family) (coffee cup: often used, staying up late) (locked door: often in and out, deliberately locked, concealed, secret, corresponding key)

(Bookshelf: neat, brand new, no traces of use, cover up) (Desk: Potion list (main source of funding), letterhead, quill pen, spilled ink→sleepy, written in the middle of the night) (opened books, multiple pages Look → important but not familiar, the target he is looking for)]

Sherlock picked up the book on the table, and Bambi the Rabbit jumped off the chair covered with plush cushions and rubbed his head against Sherlock's trouser legs.

"Who are you, stranger?" A second person's voice came from the empty room. He drew out his tone and asked in an aristocratic accent that is rarely heard today.

Sherlock put down the book, turned to look at the portrait hanging on the wall, put his hand on his chin, showing a pensive expression, a talking portrait.

[(Illusion formed by visual image illumination and contrast ×) (modern imaging technology ×) (hallucinogen ×) (…×) (…×)]

"Key, no wonder you came here." The person in the portrait looked down at the key in Sherlock's hand, and frowned slightly, "What are you looking at?"

"The clothes are the style of the early last century. Even if you live in seclusion, you will inevitably be affected by the trend of the time and the tone of your speech; you have a high social status, and there is slight dust on your collar. You are extremely image-conscious and will not allow Any dirty spot on your clothes is proof that you didn't have time to care about it at the time and you're in trouble.

The picture frame is well preserved, but there are not shallow scratches on the bottom, the scratches are not recent, but not too old, 9-11 years"

"Well, you guessed right, I'm in a lot of trouble." The person in the portrait coughed slightly to cover up his slightly unnatural facial expression, "Don't touch that book, it's not for you, it's a book Advice, sir."

Sherlock twitched the corner of his mouth, picked up the book on the table, and showed a stiff smile to the portrait, "It's just your suggestion, I won't accept it."

After a while, Sherlock returned to his apartment, holding the book on Nina's desk in his hand, and spread it out on the desk.

[5, 12, 6 page 5, line twelve, sixth word... 25, 8, 7... 112, 9, 1...]

Sherlock looked at the words excerpted from the book, which again formed new jump yards.

Countless possible letter arrangements flashed through Sherlock's mind, [...×...×, she will disappear in an hour. ]

[hours later?Handwritten manuscripts of the Renaissance → Middle Ages, a day is divided into hour intervals → [-]:[-] p.m. × [-]:[-] p.m. √Who is she?Nina × They will not kill her, there are others √]

"Sherlock, someone is looking for you downstairs." Mrs. Hudson hurried upstairs and stood at the door panting.

The author has something to say: occultism and the like can be found on the Internet, but for writing needs, please ignore it ㄟ(▔,▔)ㄏ