[Comprehensive British and American] The world is malicious

"Ok" Nina said frankly, rubbing the glass water glass in front of her with her fingers, and looked at Sherlock with her beautiful eyes without blinking, "It's not that I don't trust Miss Jean Hot, it's just that they specialize in art, and they may be better at it." Behavioral analysis, I choose not to tell everything I know when they ask, and I have better options."

As Nina spoke, she saw Sherlock twitching the corners of his mouth after her almost straightforward compliment, and a smile flashed across his face.Every genius wants to prove that they are different, to be wowed and admired by others.

"Good" Sherlock's voice was a little low, with rare dryness, he looked down at the dinner that had just arrived on the table, without any plans to eat, "We will leave after you finish eating, Nina, if you are lucky, What you said, we will find out tonight."

Sherlock said brightly that his mind was not on eating at all, and his thinking was extremely excited. In fact, from Simonli to Bernardo, he was already gradually approaching the Napoleon of the criminal world.

After solving Nina's matter, he might even clear the fog. Sherlock had such an intuition when he realized that Nina needed help.Intuition is sometimes unreliable, but for many professionals, their intuition is honed and shaped by countless experiences.

"Don't you want to eat a little?" Nina asked, she had to admit that the food in this store is really good, even though its storefront is very small, there are quite a few people in the store, and there are no vacant seats.

"No, for now," Sherlock added.

"I won't prepare supper for you for free, big detective." Nina suddenly felt that she understood Sherlock's subtext, and hoped it wasn't what she thought, Mrs. Hudson was not at home.

"Ninety-nine percent of what you say when you joke is false, and you will, Nina."

"..." Nina wanted to refute, but she had nothing to say, because there was nothing wrong with Sherlock's words, and if that time came, she would indeed.

In the next few minutes, Nina quickly took a few mouthfuls in silence to ensure that her stomach would not be rumbling in the short term, and then left the tavern with Sherlock.

Just after walking out of Covent Park, Sherlock successfully stopped a taxi on the street, "137-149 Exxon Street" Sherlock got into the taxi and said to the driver.

After hearing the street name, Nina was startled, feeling that the name was too familiar, and it took a few seconds before she suddenly remembered that this was her own home address.

"I think your best option is to go back and rest." Nina suggested.

"No, your parents have left you clues, that's the information you keep from them, nothing is more important than a field trip, I need to see for myself, Nina, you may be missing something vital Information."

"Ok" Nina replied feebly like a discouraged ball. Regarding Sherlock's blatant IQ crushing, she had to admit that it was a fact.

"Your worth is much greater than you think, I need the case, and you always bring it when it matters, Nina, it's hard to imagine how boring it would be if I didn't go to Exon Street tonight, look Look at the street we've been passing, it's been quiet for too long."

Sherlock looked at the quiet street through the car window, there were no criminals, and there were very few passers-by.

"You just solved a case." Nina couldn't understand it. According to normal people's thinking, no one wants London to be a place where criminals run rampant. Lestrade is afraid that his hair will turn gray because of London's crime rate.

"An hour ago, not now, my mind was like an engine, it would keep spinning and I couldn't stop it.

However, most people's minds are basically peaceful, simply not turning, just like a rusty wheel. "Sherlock said with an almost steady voice, as if what he said was just such simple and peaceful words as "the weather is beautiful today".

Nina could imagine that a lot of innocent people were included in most of what Sherlock said, and Nina turned her head to look in the rearview mirror, and found that the taxi driver had obviously heard these words, He couldn't help but tucked his chin together.

After noticing Nina's gaze, the driver smiled awkwardly and gave Nina a sympathetic look for free.

"You are still the same, Mr. Holmes." The driver said with a smile. His pair of brown eyes were deep and deep, and it seemed that his unique wisdom could be seen only from these eyes.

"Good evening, beautiful lady, I understand your feelings, I am an old acquaintance with the gentleman next to you." The corner of the driver's mouth curled up, but his eyes moved away from the interior rearview mirror, focusing on the driving lane.

"This is Herman." Sherlock replied simply, without giving too much introduction like when he met Sewell.

Herman smiled, "You don't look like a policeman, miss. I've never seen Mr. Holmes share a car with anyone other than the client.... Exon Street is in front of you."

The car was parked beside No. 137 Exon Street, and Nina stepped out of the taxi, "Is Herman the same as Sewell?" Nina asked casually, remembering the Sewell she met in the tavern in Covent Park. .

Herman's and Sewell's attitudes towards Sherlock are very similar, but there are some differences. It is difficult for Nina to explain the specific differences.

"No." Sherlock twitched the corners of his mouth, and walked east along Exon Street. At this time, there were no passers-by on the street, and the lights from the houses on both sides became weaker and weaker.

"He was the only prisoner I let go. A year ago, there was a case in the Lancashire countryside. It was not a simple criminal case. On the third day of the case, I found Herman. After it was resolved, Herman was not handed over to the local police." Sherlock said lightly.

Nina was taken aback for a moment, she didn't expect such an explanation, nor did she think that Sherlock would give her an explanation.She thought that she might have misunderstood Sherlock. From the first day she knew Sherlock, or even earlier, when she heard Avril Lavigne complain, she unconsciously created the image of Sherlock in her mind.

A genius who only focuses on cases and has an unpleasant personality.

In the days that followed, she continued to strengthen the image she originally created. In fact, this image was biased, and she defined the other party too early.

Just like solving a case, you should not make any assumptions before investigating the scene, which is very likely to affect the thinking of the investigation.

Nina shrugged and continued: "Saving a bad person may harm more people; the harm of catching a criminal may also be worse than the crime itself. The former is the bounden duty of a doctor, while the latter is the duty of the police."

"I'm a detective consultant."

"Okay, great detective." Nina smiled, and the smile she just raised soon sank again, she saw the rubble of her own house, "We don't have much time, now, at 11 o'clock in the evening, later, you You may suddenly feel that you have something important to do, but that's not true." Nina took out her phone from her pocket and checked the time.

Just in case, Nina used the Muggle Repelling Charm on the surrounding area before restoring the house.

The rubble flew up from the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye, forming the shape of a house. In the blink of an eye, the ruins disappeared, but the house Nina was familiar with was replaced.

Nina invited Sherlock into the house, "All the useful things are in the basement." Nina said as she walked to the display shelf and turned the small eagle statue in the second row to the right three times.

The wall next to the fireplace made several "squeaky" sounds, and a two-meter-high door appeared next to the fireplace, which was the door leading to the basement.

"After they died, there was a burglary here. The thieves almost searched the whole house, but they couldn't find this place alone. But before they passed away, some materials were burned. I don't know if the rest is valuable. .”

As Nina said, she pressed the light switch in the basement. After the incandescent lamp flickered twice, the scene of the basement was completely presented in front of the two of them.

There are two maps hanging on the white wall. Below the map is an unremarkable desk. On the desk is a newspaper from 12 years ago and a picture with dancing villains on it. The lower left of the picture The words "For my dear daughter Nina" are written, and behind the table are three rows of brown bookshelves full of books.

Sherlock picked up the 12-year-old newspaper from the table and glanced through it.

[National News, Blair, Bill of Rights, Heaney... Comics, Weddings, Missing Persons...]

When Sherlock read the newspaper, all kinds of information flashed out of his mind. He needed more accurate answers, but his fast-moving mind began to slow down gradually, like a computer invaded by a virus.

Lestrade was right that he had a fever, but how Lestrade could tell, he had hardly any signs of a fever, except a slowing mind.

"I'll bring a cup of ginger tea." Nina glanced at the newspaper Sherlock picked up and the picture next to it. The words under the picture were in her mother's handwriting.

"That newspaper may be related to British history and culture. This is my mother's hobby." After Nina finished speaking, she left the basement. This was her first visit here when she grew up.

After the theft, she was adopted by the Harts. Even when she returned home, she never went to the basement, but sat in the living room quietly looking at the photos on the wall.

If Miss Re hadn't suddenly mentioned the accident, she didn't know when she would come here again.