[Comprehensive British and American] The world is malicious

"My mother she killed me, my father he ate me,

My sister Marlene, who picked up all my bones,

Wrapped in a silk handkerchief, buried under the juniper tree,

Kway, Kway, I'm a beautiful bird. "The voice of a child singing came from the phone.

"What is this? A nursery rhyme?" Dikmo frowned and looked at Nas. He was about to be confused by what happened today. In fact, he still didn't understand it.He was just dealing with an ordinary murder case, why would these messy things be involved.

"Bingo, Inspector Dimock." A boy's unique voice and loud rock music came from the other end of the phone. The boy seemed to be moving with his mobile phone, and the shrill rock music became weaker and weaker until it disappeared.

"At 17:50, there are only 10 minutes left. What a pity. I thought I could enjoy a splendid fireworks, Mr. Holmes." A soft exclamation came from the other end of the phone.

"You won't, you have no interest in explosive massacres." Sherlock pulled the phone in front of him.

"Yes, I won't. I've always been a man of promise... But, how are you, Mr. Holmes?" There was a slight laugh on the phone, and he seemed to be trying to suppress his laughter. Soon, this kind of The laughter stopped abruptly.

He could even imagine the scene at that time, Holmes was looking for clues in the greenhouse like a hound, he would be puzzled by the sparrow flying around in the greenhouse, and then he would catch it and smell it with his nose.

Coincidentally, the poison/drug left on the sparrow's feet continued to volatilize. Holmes would inhale the poison/drug and have hallucinations. He would see the figure of the devil and start to have great fear, and even pinched his neck with his hands until he suffocated.

Devil's heel, the poison he brought back from the African witch doctor.

"Of course, who are you?" Sherlock pursed his lips and moved his neck subconsciously.

"Bernardo... I hope there will be a day when we will actually meet each other. I will prepare a gift for you, Mr. Holmes. I believe this day will not be too far away." Bernardo said with a smile, and cut off the phone.

Sherlock put down the receiver, and Huo De stood up from the chair, intending to turn around and leave the monitoring room.

"Wait, Mr. Holmes." Dimmock suddenly stopped Sherlock, and looked at Sherlock who was about to leave with a surprised expression, "...you want to leave? The matter has not been fully resolved..."

Sherlock stopped in his tracks, with a slight surprise on his face, "I think it's clear!

Miss Nass tied the frozen poison/drug to the sparrow's feet and put the sparrow into the greenhouse. Under the high temperature, the poison/drug began to volatilize. Mrs. White who entered the greenhouse inhaled the poison/drug and had a fatal hallucination. Gradually strangled himself.

Miss Nass replaced the video outside the greenhouse today with the video from a few days ago, so you can't find her figure in the video, but she ignores the difference in the position of the sun.

If you talk about the reason, Miss Nass should have a younger brother who is about six years old and suffers from an immune system disease. After the parents divorced, the younger brother lived with his father, and the father remarried. However, his stepmother, Mrs. White, has always hated it. he.

Then, tragedy struck.Mrs White finally kills her stepson for some reason, but no one knows.

Unbelievable that no one knew!

If I want to hear this kind of story, the children in the orphanage can talk about it for a day, and they will describe the process to you in detail. "

"Hmm..." Dimock maintained a look of surprise on his face, not just because Sherlock spoke too fast.

His brain began to process Sherlock's words slowly, it was like someone was trying to cram information into his head.

"OK, you understand." Sherlock twitched the corner of his mouth, and opened the door of the monitoring room with his backhand, although he believed that Dimock probably didn't react.

221B Baker Street

"Sherlock" Mrs. Hudson called to Sherlock who was about to go upstairs, her eyes flashed, and she winked upstairs, "Someone is looking for you, she wants to talk to you...it's a girl, she looks It doesn't look like a bad guy, these days..."

Mrs. Hudson started talking, and Sherlock walked into the room without saying a word. He had turned Mrs. Hudson into a semi-permanent mute a long time ago.

"Hi, Mr. Holmes, nice to see you again." Jennifer stood up, smiled and nodded to Sherlock.

Jennifer was still very impressed with the last meeting, no one will forget that embarrassing scene.

"Miss Jean." Sherlock walked straight around Jennifer, "You have looked for Lestrade, obviously, you didn't get any useful information."

Jennifer tried to get used to such a strange feeling, she lowered her gaze and said, "I heard that Miss Roberts is missing, and someone sent you... a skull." Jennifer paused, and looked at Sherlock from the corner of her eye.

She thought that the other party would show a slightly strange expression when she mentioned the skull, but unfortunately, Sherlock didn't even lift his head.

"I think we can cooperate, Mr. Holmes, at least we can share some information." Jennifer continued, "For example, we are willing to provide assistance in finding Miss Roberts."

"Why do you think I need help?" Sherlock stood up suddenly, walked to the table, and picked up Nina's discarded mobile phone, "The white powder in the gap of the mobile phone cannot be analyzed by instruments, but it can easily make an adult She is proficient in this and carries these things with her. At least she has a chance to escape, but she is willing to leave with Bernardo.

It's a better, easier opportunity than DC... you know. "

Sherlock's passionate tone suddenly dropped, he stopped suddenly, and looked at Jennifer, "DC, no, you know Bernardo and even met him, he left you with a bad memory.

He is Florentine but has been in America for a while, his accent says it all, will not be older than 25, ... we can work together. "

Sherlock suddenly changed his mind and smiled at Jennifer.

"..." Jennifer never thought that just because she knew Bernardo, Sherlock could easily change her words.

"We don't know more, he rarely shows up, more often Bernardo just makes plans and someone else implements them. We think he was traumatized as a child, his parents have a bad relationship, his father was even abusive. tendency.

Bernardo has serious vengeance tendencies, he will pick people who want to commit crimes, provide them with help, and get the pleasure of revenge through indirect killing.That is all we know, Mr. Holmes. "

"Have you seen him, where is it?"

Jennifer's face was a little stiff, and she frowned slightly, "On Christmas Eve, he stopped me at the movie theater. He was like an ordinary child who went to the movies with his friends."

Sherlock raised the corner of his mouth and continued, "Merry Christmas."

"Yes, he said Merry Christmas. On Christmas Day, a vicious murder took place in Arizona." Jennifer shrugged. If it weren't for such a bad thing, it would be like a child playing a prank. .

Sherlock picked up the violin and played a melodious tune, he needed to think.Sherlock turned his head to look at Jennifer, and twitched the corners of his mouth, "Thank you for your help, goodbye, Miss Jean."

"I hope we have a happy cooperation. Goodbye, Mr. Holmes." Jennifer nodded, turned and went down the stairs, and ran into Mrs. Hudson who happened to come up with tea.

"It seems that you have a good chat. It is rare for someone to walk out of here with a smile, Sherlock." Mrs. Hudson said while putting the tea on the table. "Oh, when did you raise an owl?"

Mrs. Hudson looked at Chloe who flew in through the window in surprise, "It reminds me of Nina's rabbit. I went to see it yesterday, and there was nothing in it except simple furniture. Imagine, that would be a girl's room.

I remember the time... Sherlock, are you listening to me? "

"Please give it... find something to eat for her." Sherlock looked at Chloe, who was standing quietly on the table, with black eyes shining.

Under Mrs. Hudson's reminder, Sherlock remembered the room when he entered it before. There was obviously everything in it, including a talking antique portrait and a rabbit nestling on a cushion.