[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

It might be because Sherlock and Su Fu looked young and good-looking, so the woman didn't have much defense against them, said "wait a moment" and went into the room and took out a clothes rack and handed it to Su Fu.

"Thank you very much," Sherlock said happily, "By the way, the houses here are really affordable, and Miss Yake is such a nice person—"

The woman showed a look of contempt and disgust, and a bit of disgusting jealousy. She hesitated to speak, but finally said: "I advise you, don't associate with Yake, renting her house is considered unlucky for you, and the lease is up. Just move away quickly."

Sherlock cooperated with a very surprised expression, and he would never see such an exaggerated and ordinary expression on his face: "What are you talking about, I have met Miss Yake, and Zooey and I both like her-this is what happened……"

"Of course, pretty women are always attractive, but she's a bitch and used to bring different guys here, I mean you get it? And drug issues, she moved out a few months ago In the back street, it seems that he found a rich man and moved to the West District, what a piece of shit luck..."

Sherlock glanced at Su Fu, and said fearfully, "Indeed, I met Miss Yake in the West District. At that time, I wondered why a person with such good conditions as her would live in the East District before?"

"Oh," the woman smiled, "she thought she was a high society person when she went to the West End. To tell you the truth, this is her parents' house, and she was born in the East End."

"So that's the case, so Miss Yake is going to marry into a rich family soon? The address she gave me last time was at Beeston Garden..."

"Who knows," the woman rolled her eyes, "she hasn't been back for a long time, so don't mind her."

"Goodbye then."

"Goodbye, remember to return my clothes hanger."

The woman closed the door, Sherlock took Su Fu back to Serena Yake's house, Su Fu casually threw the hanger on the sofa: "How much can you believe what the woman said just now?"

"Her IQ is not enough to support her lying in front of me."

Su Fu: "...So it's all true?"

"When we came over, she opened the door because of the noise of the door and took a look. Seeing a stranger enter Serena Yake's house did not mean that the relationship between their neighbors was not good. She was even happy to see Yake. Jack's joke, of course, you can tell by the tone of her voice, she hates her, but is jealous of her beauty and money, can't wait to reveal Yake's truth in front of strangers, may exaggerate the truth but it must be mostly true .”

"Serena Yake moved to the West End, but how do we know where her heart lives—"

"Oh Sue, has your brain been eaten by something strange?" Sherlock raised his hand to turn off the lights in the room, "You picked up that traffic card, now you ask me her address?"

"Lordland Avenue?" Su Fu asked, "Who can guarantee that she didn't just recharge by accident—"

"She'll pass by there a dozen times by chance to pay for her transportation," Sherlock said slowly, "she's really free."

Su Fu: "...Who the hell is going to count where she recharged her traffic card one by one - only you! So you knew she lived on Lordland Avenue long ago?"

"Only you can't see such a simple thing."

"Okay," Su Fu said helplessly, "I look like a fake brain, can I admit it?"

Sherlock pushed her out, with a hint of a smile hidden in his voice: "Su, can I understand your behavior as an outward expression of envy for me?"

Su Fu: "..."

Sherlock closed the door and said very reluctantly: "Okay, then I will admit that you are better than other more ordinary people."

Su Fu: "..."

She couldn't laugh or cry: "Okay, okay, no one can compare to you in IQ, you are the smartest in the world, let's hurry to Kensington?"

There are two apartments near the Lordland Avenue subway station. The apartment level here is obviously dozens of times higher than that in the East District. Every resident property will have registration information for easy management, so Sherlock can easily hack into it. Go to the property management system and find Serena Yake's residence.

"You don't mean to go directly through the window, do you?" Su Fu asked with a frown.

Sherlock forced a smirk at her: "If you have other better ways."

"We are not a public authority, and we don't have the right to search—"

"Wait until you go to get a civil servant certificate in order to go into Serena Yake's house, and then apply for a search warrant, and then drive a police car to search here in a big way," Sherlock said quickly, "Believe me, this case will become an unsolved case that has been piled up in Scotland Yard for several years. By then, you may have more material for your children's literature novel." He turned his head to look at Su Fu, stroking his cheeks Muscle showed a meaningless perfunctory smile, "Wow, it's so perfect."

Su Fu: "...who the hell wrote children's literature?"

Sherlock turned around and walked into the community, and replied impatiently: "The reasoning you wrote is so simple that it is outrageous, isn't it for children to read?"

Su Fu caught up with his footsteps, and said with a smile: "You actually read my book? It's okay, I'll use you as the protagonist next time and write about your case, so that you will never speak of my book again." It's children's literature, unless you're willing to belittle yourself—"

Sherlock glanced at her: "Boring."

……

In the end, Su Fu followed Sherlock through the window and broke into the house.

Serena Yake's house is on the third floor, and it's easy to climb up along the water pipe, and under the cover of night, no one has ever cared about the two thieves' spider heroes, especially the goddess of fate who treats them today. They are especially gentle because the windows of the house are open.

"I can't believe that I, a good-natured citizen, would be with you—"

Su Fu's words choked in her throat, and then she said in an extremely calm voice: "Sherlock, Inspector Lestrade is so pitiful, he won't be able to sleep tonight."

There is a long table in the center of the living room, on which carefully prepared dishes can be vaguely seen, and there is a cake in the center, however——on the left side of the long table, there is a man with a strong figure in a suit and leather shoes lying on his stomach. In the blood that was almost dried up, there were scattered wallets and various receipts and cards scattered around him because they were rummaged through.

he died.

He rested his head on the floor sideways, and there was a cup-sized bloody hole on the back of his head. You could see the red and white bone in the scar, his mouth that opened like a black hole, and his eyes that looked terrified like seeing a ghost.

The author has something to say: Thank you Miss Throwing Thunder, confession.

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