God made me miserable

The truth this rarely pure and never simple.

Truth is seldom pure and never simple - Oscar Wilde

October, London, evening.

The British capital, which is known for its changeable climate, has been raining continuously in recent days.Although Lestrade, who has lived here all year round, is already used to the gray sky and wet raindrops, but at this moment, he very much hopes that the weather will clear up as soon as possible—even if things will not be solved with the appearance of the sun, but anyway It can relieve his depressed mood, can't it?

But Lestrade's plain and simple wish was doomed to fail.

"Again?!" His subordinate Donovan pushed open the glass door of the office. He didn't need to be as observant as Sherlock. Inspector Lestrade knew from the expression on the other side's face that there was another case. Who was the one who died next time?!" In just one week, Scotland Yard has received eight homicide reports.

"Graceia Lincoln." The boss, Lestrade, was in a bad mood, and Donovan and other subordinates were even more trembling. There were 8 murders in a week, including the one in her hand, there were 9 murders in total. .The first eight victims all died of drug overdose after forensic examination.However, they learned during the investigation that none of the eight victims had ever taken drugs.In other words, the eight victims were all murdered by direct injection overdoses. "One of the mayor's secretaries."

With 8 homicides, drugs of unknown origin and no clues to the murderer, it is conceivable that Scotland Yard is currently under great pressure.

"The mayor's secretary?!" If it is said that Donovan and the others just need to be exhausted by their superiors, then as the person in charge of this case, Inspector Lestrade will face even greater pressure. too much.This morning, he was called in by the chief to scold him badly for failing to investigate the case, and now even the mayor's secretary was killed? !

"Where is the scene? Does the media know?" Picking up his coat, Lestrade strode out, "Has the mayor notified you? Are there any police officers at the scene?" The news must be blocked immediately, otherwise swarms And the latest media will scold Scotland Yard for its incompetence.

"In 'Alain Ducasse'." Donovan ruthlessly crushed his boss' wishes.

"Alan Ducasse?!" As one of the only three Michelin three-star restaurants in the UK, the name of the Alan Ducasse restaurant in the Dorchester Hotel, Lestrade, is not unfamiliar. "The scene... "

"The man was found dead in the bathroom, and the hotel called the police." Donovan sighed. "The deceased was eating with the mayor at the time."

"Go! Move!"

Dr. Watson put the food on the fork into his mouth as if nothing had happened, and then took a sip of the wine in the glass.If it was normal, he would have enjoyed the free French meal and wine, paid for by his roommate Sherlock's brother.but now……

Putting the cup back on the table silently, Watson involuntarily turned his gaze to the smiling man sitting in front of him and Sherlock.With well-cut short hair, well-fitting tailored suits and a watch that almost screams "I'm expensive, I'm expensive, I'm expensive" on the wrist His aura was comparable to that of Mycroft Holmes nicknamed "The British Government"——

Equally unflattering.

"What? Is the wine not to your taste?" After shaking the glass, the man spoke in a seemingly friendly but actually arrogant manner.

"1997 Henry Jay Richburg." The big detective beside Watson touched the glass with his fingers unhurriedly. "I personally prefer the 28-year Cooke."

No, your favorites are black coffee and nicotine patches!A bottle of wine that costs tens of thousands of pounds, can you, a poor man who still needs to rent with me, afford it? !Did you collect money for the last case? !Can you stop pretending to be TM!

True. Relying on a pension. The blog has just started accepting advertisements. Watson, who has not yet received the advertising fee, looks at the big detective around him and the James Moriarty who was accused by the big detective of being the "Napoleon of European criminal circles" The act of pretending to "moisten things silently" rolled his eyes tiredly.

Sherlock has been assigned by Mycroft recently to investigate a case of transnational espionage.Of course, a series of small episodes such as confrontation and mutual accusations between the two Holmes brothers will be ignored for the time being.Although he yelled that he refused to do anything, but after being angry with Mycroft, the honest Sherlock obediently went to investigate the espionage case.As Sherlock's assistant and companion, Watson naturally has to follow.

After a busy week, the case has begun to take shape.Most of the spies lurking in a certain intelligence agency of the government have been found out by Sherlock, and they only need to close the net at the end to catch everyone in one go.

Under the high-intensity investigation, both Watson and the great detective are already a little tired physically.

So this evening, Sherlock, who seldom thought of eating during his work break, waved his hand and led Watson to this Michelin three-star French restaurant, which is famous all over the UK.Under Mycroft's name, the two who didn't make an appointment at all were immediately arranged into a very good seat.

"Good afternoon." The waiter just went down with the menu when the chair on the other side of the table was pulled away.Immediately afterwards, a tall man in a black suit sat down unceremoniously.

"...Sherlock?" Watson immediately recognized that the man sitting in front of them was James Moriarty, a mathematics professor whom his roommates mockingly called "the Napoleon of crime".

"Juston time." Sherlock was not surprised.

So, it wasn't Sherlock's conscience that decided to use Mycroft's money to treat him to a big meal, but Moriarty?

Dr. Watson, who instantly realized the truth, twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment.

then……

"Oh? Then we can ask for another bottle." Moriarty relaxed as if he was not ordering a bottle of champagne worth more than 2 pounds, but French fries that cost a few yuan on the roadside.

"Um cough... this, this money..." Poverty limited Dr. Watson's guts—another bottle of wine?What if Mycroft saw that they were spending too much and refused to pay the bill?The bottle of wine just now cost more than 1!Could it be that Sherlock is going to bet here to wash dishes to repay the debt? !

"Huh?" Sherlock, who was concentrating on the "warm-up exercise" before the official contest with Moriarty, looked back at his friend in doubt—what money?

"No..." Hehe, as long as you're happy, you'll be the one doing the dishes anyway—by the helpless Watson.

Moriarty at the other end of the table didn't care about Dr. Watson brought by Sherlock.In the eyes of this master criminal, Dr. Watson sitting on the other side of the table is no different from most people in this world, and the table and chairs in the dining room.

The waiter in the restaurant stepped forward again, then politely backed away, and turned to get the wine.

No one knows Dr. Watson's inner struggles.The big detective has already started a contest with Moriarty across the table.

"I didn't expect your people to be exposed so quickly." Sherlock preemptively struck first. "The postman and the public prosecutor who were killed were working for you, right?" He motioned to the waiter to let Watson next to him taste the wine, and the detective spoke confidently. "I didn't expect the subordinates of 'Professor' to be so careless." After a little investigation, he found out the real cause of death of those two people.

"Isn't MI5 a lady agent who pretends to be an accountant..." Moriarty was unmoved, "Mr. Holmes is going to have a headache? After all, it's a dark thread that has been lurking for so long." Was stabbed in the back by the partner, but this A small mistake would not be taken to heart by him at all.

"Wait, the postman and the prosecutor? What accountant?" Holding a wine glass in one hand, Watson's eyes widened at the content of the conversation between the detective and Moriarty.

"It's the eight murders that happened one after another this week." Sherlock replied in a low voice.

"We are investigating..." Watson, who has been following Sherlock since the beginning of taking over the case, never dreamed that there would be such a secret behind the serial killer case that has been raging all over the past week, "Then... ..."

"Oh, speaking of which, Mr. Mayor is here today." Moriarty put down his glass and tapped the other side of the restaurant with his chin.

"Didn't he come to look for you?" Sherlock had no expression on his face, "Mr. Professor?"

"What do you mean?" Watson was really confused.

"Terrorists used the method of killing innocent people to cover up their real murder targets, but they used the same method to kill people, causing a lot of trouble. It made everyone in London know that there was a serial killer." The big detective put down his hands "At this time, Mayor Mason, who knows the truth behind it, wants to keep his status and his life, so naturally he can only ask..."

"What happened?" Moriarty slowly picked up the napkin, then raised his eyebrows to signal Sherlock to look behind.

Watson and Sherlock turned their heads together, and saw at the side of the hall, a guest who seemed to be in shock was holding a waiter and talking about something, while the restaurant manager walked over quickly with a serious expression.

Sherlock immediately turned his head to look at the seat where Mayor Mason was sitting. Sure enough, the secretary most trusted by the mayor was no longer seated.

"Xia..." Watson wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the big detective.

"You." Sherlock, who was about to stand up, took back the strength on his legs after his eyes swept to a corner, and sat back in the chair.Raising one hand to signal, he nodded his chin towards a waiter standing not far away, "We need..." As the waiter came over, Sherlock's voice gradually lowered.

"...Sherlock!" The waiter, who was about to walk to their table after only a few steps, stopped suddenly, and then he pulled up a girl in a red skirt who was sitting at another table , a gleaming table knife arrived at the opponent's neck.

"Don't move, or I'll kill her!"

……

In the prestigious French restaurant in London, the atmosphere is extremely dignified.A killer disguised as a waiter not only murdered the secretary of the mayor of London who came to dinner, but also took another guest hostage when he was about to be arrested.

"Sherlock." Lestrade, who came in a hurry, looked at the scene in front of him and felt that his eyes went dark—not good!I'm going to lose my job!

"Prepare me the money and the car!" The gangster holding the hostages leaned against a decorative pillar in the restaurant to block the hostages in front, "Otherwise I will kill her!" With too much strength, bloodstains were drawn on the hostage's neck.

"Don't hurt the hostages!" While telling the police to evacuate the other guests, Lestrade just wanted to try his best to appease the gangsters—under the watchful eyes of everyone, the kidnapped girl couldn't let another accident happen.

The police officers of Scotland Yard were very fast. In less than half a minute, all the guests and service staff in the restaurant had left, leaving only the police, Sherlock and Dr. Watson, Mayor Mason standing aside, and a man with one hand in his pocket. James Moriarty watching something.

But Lestrade couldn't care less about kicking out irrelevant people now.

"As long as you release the hostages, we can agree to all the conditions." Lestrade signaled Donovan beside him to go out and control the situation.

"Prepare the car and money first!" The gangster who was holding the hostage was obviously not stupid, "Prepare your things, and I will let her go when I leave. Otherwise..." The table knife tightened, and the strangled The girl couldn't help crying out in pain.

"Okay..." Lestrade signaled Donovan to go out and get ready.

"You are a father." The silence in the restaurant was broken by an unfamiliar voice.Lestrade and the others followed the voice, only to realize that the speaker was actually a hostage.

The abducted girl was wearing a red dress and had long blonde curly hair.At this moment, the blood dripping from her neck has flowed into the collar of her skirt.

"What?" the tense gangster asked suspiciously.

"You smell like powdered milk, and there are marker marks on your sleeves and arms. Children who are still drinking milk powder are unlikely to be able to play with markers, so you have two children." The girl raised her head, and everyone saw that it was a girl who was probably not over 20 years old, with blonde hair and blue eyes, but with a bit of oriental charm.

"Don't play tricks." The gangster once again tightened the hand that strangled the girl's neck.

"From the way you hold the knife, you are a doctor, or you used to be a doctor." As if feeling pain, the girl frowned, "You strangled me very hard, but your arms trembled unconsciously .You lean on this pillar not only to avoid the police snipers, but also to find a support point for yourself."

"Shut up." The gangster's expression turned ferocious in an instant.

"Hey..." Lestrade wanted to interrupt the hostage's death, but was stopped by Sherlock.

"You yelled for a car and money, but when you talked about running away, your tone didn't change at all, and your breathing was very steady. You know that you can't escape at all."

"I said I let you shut up..."

"There is a lot of noise in the newspapers. There is a serial killer who has murdered 8 people by injecting people with drugs. I guess that person is you?" The hostage girl raised a hand and grabbed the gangster's wrist holding a knife.

"I know you are not honest!" The gangster's knife pressed tightly against the girl's neck again.

"That Inspector Lestrade is in charge of the latest serial murder case. With such a big case in hand, it's hard to imagine that Scotland Yard will ask him to handle other cases at the same time. You held me hostage for less than a minute , Inspector Lestrade came in. The restaurant manager and the waiter had been whispering together for a while, so I guess you just killed someone in the same way in the restaurant." The girl's pronunciation was accurate And fast.

"Mr. Mayor happened to be sitting at the table in front of me just now. I remember a young man who had been with him all the time, but now he's gone. So that's the one who died?" The kidnapped girl looked at Lace Trade.

"You..." The gangster wanted the little girl in his arms to shut up.

"People close to you were killed, but Mr. Mayor's expression was not anger but fear. In addition, you chose to stay when you could escape, so the series of serial murders that happened recently are not as simple as they seem. ?" Taking the hand on the gangster's arm away, the abducted girl stretched out her hand and caressed her skirt.

"Do you know how much this dress of mine is worth?" She suddenly asked an irrelevant question.

"Listen, girl, I'm impatient with you..."

"You're a doctor with a certain disease, and you're responsible for the recent series of murders. But those murders were connected to the mayor, in other words, the people who died were not as common as the news reported. , The whole thing involves some kind of conspiracy. You are seriously ill, and you regard death as your home, and you don’t care whether you can escape today, you are just completing the task that someone entrusted to you. "

"You're dying and you have two more kids. I can imagine the last thing a dying father can do for his kids is leave them a lot of money so they can grow up and even to live a good life - the conclusion is that someone pays you and you kill for them."

It was very quiet in the restaurant.

"You know that you are going to die soon, so you will not be willing to leave the child too far. The smell of milk powder and marks on your body are very new, so I guess you came directly to the restaurant to kill after watching the child. The child is Placed somewhere on this block by you."

"Shut up." It seemed that the kidnapped girl had hit the mark, and the gangster became emotional again. "you……"

"How much do you think my dress is worth?" The girl in the red dress raised her head.She was obviously at a disadvantage in height, but the arrogance and disdain in the girl's eyes was clearly conveyed to everyone present. "I don't care what your name is, who your children are, or what you want to do. But I can tell you for sure, if you hurt me today, I will guarantee that both of your children will live in hell for the rest of their lives inside."

"My family and friends would make sure that pictures of the two kids were plastered all over the streets, and that every time they walked down the street, someone would point at them and say, 'Hey, this is the murderer's kid'; every time they make a mistake, someone says 'look, no wonder they're the children of murderers'."

The kidnapped girl raised her face slightly, and there was actually a smile on her face. "Tell me, what's my idea?" Her fair fingers with red nails ran across the skirt again, smoothing out the wrinkles on it.

"You, you can't..." Everyone could see that the gangster's hand holding the knife began to tremble. "They are innocent..."

"No, I can." The blond girl brushed her disheveled hair back slowly, "And as long as they have a father like you, they will never be innocent."

……

There was a suffocating silence in the restaurant.

"Clang", the sound of the table knife falling to the ground.

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