[Comprehensive] The daily life of Miss Downton Fourth

On the Royal Drury Lane stage full of classical elements, a long table was placed in the center.Three daughters in red, green, and black dresses sat at the table, behind them was a circle of knights, holding long swords reflecting silver light in their hands.

This classic play has long been performed on the stage, and the audience below are also very familiar with the plot.Next, the protagonist King Lear will appear amidst the sound of music, and then ask the classic line: "How much do you love?"

Prince Albert in the royal box was looking at the actress in a black dress with great interest, while his elder brother, Prince Edward, turned around boredly to look at the audience with a glass of wine.

He searched for a long time, but he didn't find half the fun.When Crown Prince Edward was about to look away, he met a lady wearing a feather hat.The lady looked close to 30 years old, still charming, flirting with the crown prince with eye movements.

The husband next to her seemed not to notice, and was watching the performance on the stage intently.Prince Albert caught sight of his brother who was smiling very ripplingly. He wanted to remind him, but he swallowed his words when he thought that his brother always did not listen to people's persuasion.

The people in the theater had long been stopped by the people under Mycroft, and Sherlock entered through the small door of the theater without attracting anyone's attention.He stood at the door for a few seconds and analyzed the architectural structure of the entire theater, and also knew the location of the snipers sent by Moriarty.

The sniper hidden in the dark pointed to a location, and Sherlock followed the instructions and walked to a golden bull's head and found a note from its mouth.

[How about let's play a game?It's a little game, find a person from the audience who has entrusted me, and tell the content of his entrustment in public. ]

Mycroft, who came in after him, frowned looking at the contents of the note. On the back of the note was written: Intimate reminder is only for one hour.

Mycroft gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "There are at least 600 spectators here, an hour?"

Not to mention that under the sound of this music, it is impossible to ask.As long as Sherlock rushed to the auditorium, the commotion caused would not be easily resolved.Not to mention anything else, the people who protect the princes will definitely come down to deal with the situation.

Sherlock didn't care about other people's eyes, he went directly to the closest passage and tested the audience one by one.The suddenly interrupted audience looked at him in bewilderment, some recognized Holmes, and more asked angrily what he was looking at.

It was impossible for Mycroft, who was following behind him, to explain one by one, so he could only impatiently press down on the group of people.The commotion below quickly attracted the attention of the people in the box. Prince Albert noticed that his girlfriend was looking down the stage frequently, and his eyes followed her.

"Who is that? The troublemaker?"

Prince Edward asked the secretary next to him to ask what happened, and got the result quickly.

"Mr. Sherlock Holmes, a popular man in the newspaper. He has helped us block the headlines many times. We should investigate the case and find out this. Let him make trouble today, and we will treat it as an extra drama."

It took Sherlock four to ten minutes to pass hundreds of people, and finally stopped in front of a man.After looking at the man's sleeves and shoes again and again, he confirmed that it was the man. The woman sitting next to the man was the woman who was flirting with the crown prince.

"Is that you? Criminal counseling to Moriarty. Who did you deal with? Friends, family, lover? Well, lover, your wife is next to you. So extramarital affairs, ballerina, you hate She used the relationship between the two of you to blackmail you. If you can’t afford to pay the money, you will never suffer from it. You killed her yourself? No, it was a murder. Well, the result is that you bought and murdered your lover from Moriah. .”

Before the man could find out who he was, he listened to Sherlock's series of questions. He clearly controlled his expression well, but he still got so much information.

In the end, he could only say angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about? Who let you in. My dear, what he said is not true, how can I feel sorry for you."

But the lady next to her only stepped back with fear on her face, not wanting to touch the man's hand.She knew that her husband had one, two or three lovers, but keeping lovers and prostitutes were two different things.Thinking of such a person sleeping next to her, she might not be able to sleep well at night.

Sherlock, ignoring the reaction, retrieved a jewelry pin from under the man's seat.The brooch was a peculiarly shaped dragonfly with a ruby ​​in its eye, and Sherlock turned it over but couldn't see anything special.

There must be something special about the pin, and as he held it closer, a faint scent of perfume lingered on it.This scent is very familiar to Sherlock, it comes from a woman who went to 221b Baker Street not long ago.

"He grabbed her."

Mycroft knew he meant Moriarty, but she?Do you mean the hostages?Moriarty tied someone else besides the audience in the theater?

Now that the sniper in this theater has been taken down by McCoff's men, at least the audience sitting here can exit safely for the time being.

The bewildered audience was quickly evacuated, and Crown Prince Edward in the box wanted to come over to say hello to Mycroft.Mycroft glanced that way, and waved to his valets to take them safely back to Buckingham Palace.

Sherlock said softly, "She should be here somewhere, where..."

Without taking off his shoes, he stood on the red seat and looked at the entire theater.The person in charge of the theater rushed over after hearing the news. He took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his brow, almost causing an accident to the royal family members in the theater.

At that time, the theater will be overwhelmed by doubts from the media, and the Royal on the name will really become a joke.

"A place where no one goes, an empty room storage room, how many such local theaters are there?"

The person in charge was sweating one after another. He recalled it and said uncertainly, "Two? No, it's three, no, it's two."

Sherlock couldn't hold back and closed his eyes, there was really no one to rely on.Mycroft asked his men to search those places first, and Sherlock also walked to one of the rooms.

The empty room closest to them, Sherlock opened the door, the first thing he noticed was the dust on the floor.Dust can reflect all the problems in a room, footprints, chair marks, drag marks.

He looked up at the empty chair in the middle, where there was no one but a handful of hair.They came a step late, and at the place closest to them, Cynthia had already been taken away.

Sherlock bent down to pick up the hair, held it lightly, and it fell lightly from between his fingers.

"here."

The people who stayed outside shouted, and Sherlock immediately withdrew his hand and walked towards the source of the sound.

In the hall that was empty just now, a person suddenly appeared in the center of the stage.

Cynthia's hands were hung above her head, and there was a rope as thick as two fingers hanging around her neck.Her head was tilted to one side, and she didn't know whether she was dead or alive.

Mycroft was about to let someone climb up and untie the rope to let her down, but Sherlock raised his hand to stop her.He loosened the scarf around his neck with his right hand, and climbed up the ladder in silence.

When reaching out to Cynthia's wrist, Sherlock's mind went blank for a moment, and he didn't know what result he wanted.Sherlock suddenly wondered how he would feel if she died here today.

Whether he would regret it or accept it plainly, fortunately God did not give him this chance.Although Cynthia's pulse was weak, Sherlock twitched the corner of his mouth.

Sherlock quickly let go of the rope hanging from the beam, and hugged Cynthia down by the waist.Mycroft, who was waiting next to him, raised his eyebrows, how could his younger brother still feel sorry for him?

Cynthia was laid flat on the ground and has not yet regained consciousness.She was still wearing her sleeping pajamas, Sherlock took off his coat and covered Cynthia before checking her condition.

There was a red strangle mark on his neck, and his hands were bloodstained from being hung for a long time.In addition, Cynthia's coma should be caused by being stunned by drugs, not by being strangled.

Sherlock found a vial with a pungent smell from his body, and shook it twice before Cynthia's nose.

The unpleasant smell made Cynthia's facial features wrinkle together, and she began to regain consciousness.She slowly opened her eyes, and vaguely saw a figure in front of her.

Cynthia thought it was Moriarty, the pervert who destroyed her notebook at the slightest disagreement and stunned her.The pain in her wrist and neck told Cynthia that she must have been beaten!woo woo woo X﹏X

"Moriah mentions you gay, Sherlock will never take a fancy to you, just give up!"

Sherlock, who would not look at him, moved his face closer: "Take a closer look at who I am."

Cynthia realized that the voice sounded familiar, and she didn't see Sherlock's familiar horse face until her eyes became clear.

She sobbed and hugged Sherlock's neck with both hands, "I didn't offend that pervert, why did the psycho suddenly tie me up and threaten you? Saying hello to you successfully attracted your attention?"

Well, this is really three words of Moriarty.

Sherlock was not used to someone being so close to him, and wanted to pull Cynthia's hand off but accidentally touched her wound.After noticing that she flinched, Sherlock's heart softened again, and he patted her shoulder with one hand as comfort.

Cynthia calmed down quickly, put on Sherlock's big coat and walked out.The length of the coat just reaches her calf, so there is no need to worry about what outsiders can see.

The doctor was checking Cynthia's body, and Sherlock stood in the center of the stage and looked up at the rope still hanging above.He took off his coat, put his hands in the pockets of his trousers, and only wore a sweater.

The crisis was lifted, and Mycroft returned to normal: "So he didn't hurt anyone this time, he just greeted you. So why is it Cynthia Crowley?"

"Simple and easy to tie, her sense of crisis is very shallow."

Mycroft smiled slightly: "Constantly getting involved with you, the sense of crisis is really poor."

Sherlock ignored his brother's teasing, he sharply saw something tied to the rope.He grabbed one end of the rope and pulled it off forcefully, and what was tied to it turned out to be a notebook.

There are traces of being pierced by a wooden warehouse in the middle of the note, which does not seem to be a clue left by Moriarty.

Cynthia came over with a piece of paper in her hand: "This is his portrait. The one in your hand was lost on the train. Let's exchange it?"

Mycroft almost laughed out loud, girl, you were holding on to someone's head just now, but now you're talking about exchanges?

The author has something to say: I don’t care if I pass the exam tomorrow morning, it will be fine after tomorrow.The update will be stable at nine o'clock, and there will be more updates~