[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

"McDougall is an organization. A group of so-called geniuses gather together. They think highly of themselves and do nothing. They intend to attract the attention of the entire society. Most of the time they are scattered in every corner of the city. Once they act, they gather through secret signs. together, and—"

Su Fu could hear the strong sarcasm in Sherlock's tone. It must be that the so-called geniuses are just a group of people trying to gain fame. In front of the Holmes brothers, who would dare to call themselves a genius.

She picked up Sherlock's words with an absurd tone: "Don't tell me——McDougal is really a gang of thieves."

"If this is your guess," Sherlock laughed teasingly, "then congratulations, you guessed it right."

Su Fu: "..."

She said with contempt: "It's really boring."

"Ah—of course, it's a bit disappointing," Sherlock said, "but this case is the only one that is interesting at the moment. If I go back to London like this, I will—what do you mean by that sentence?" — idle long grass.”

"Speaking of the case," Su Fu took a sip of lemon tea and said with a smile, "I once encountered a strange case where the criminal suspect posted information on the Internet to raise funds to defraud, and finally found out that his father contributed the most money. In the end, it was ruled to hand over the illegal gains and return the victim’s property, and his father scolded in front of the court, “You little bastard, you have lost all the money you got to marry your own wife.”

Sherlock smiled lazily and did not speak, probably because he was too lazy to comment.

Su Fu continued: "Some criminal suspects are so stupid that it makes people helpless. Of course, most of them are disgusting."

"Have you seen many criminals?"

Su Fu stood up: "You have to tell me about the case, maybe I can help you."

"You keep looking outside." Sherlock also stood up, following her gaze, "What's outside?"

"Speaking of which, I haven't told you yet," Su Fu turned his head and lowered his voice, "The reason why I escaped from that sniper's gun today is because a mysterious person rescued me..."

==

When Mycroft hung up Su Fu's phone, the secretary happened to come in with the file. He took it and glanced casually. When the secretary was about to go out, he suddenly asked, "Has the bank's firewall been repaired?"

The secretary replied: "It doesn't seem to be there yet, sir—shall I ask for you?"

Mycroft waved his hand: "No need."

This time is at the beginning of his reform plan. Although 300 million is not a big number, it will still have some impact on him... The most important thing is that the bank's security system was compromised three months ago. It happened once, but the amount of money stolen was not much. Afterwards, an emergency plan was activated, and the damage caused was not very large. The news was also tightly sealed, and it has not been leaked out.

But this time is different... They are so blatant. If the money cannot be recovered, the credibility of the bank will be greatly reduced, and the emotions of the depositors will be difficult to comfort. These trivial matters are simply annoying.

He sat quietly at the table for a while, then called the secretary to come in.

"Go and check the entry and exit records of Hebburn City, Kent this afternoon, and see if there is anything - pick out all the people you can notice."

The secretary went to work in response, and Mycroft pulled out the folder just now again.

He guessed that the theft of the bank was just an episode. The problem was that those stupid McDougals found the hacker from nowhere. It took him less than 2 minutes to break through the bank's firewall and security system, even at work. The staff created a 5-minute monitoring gap without the staff noticing it. They had clearly learned the lesson from last time, but they still got tricked. It's really... I don't know what the bank's idiots are for.

The folder was opened, but the information on the document pages inside was almost blank, only the name column had a very common name——

Daniel Eskes.

==

"What kind of organization is that?" Su Fu asked suspiciously, "Since they were able to break through the bank's security system and take away 10 million pounds within 300 minutes, it's quite powerful."

"Breaking through the security system is only because they hired a powerful hacker," Sherlock said casually, "and the rest of the work, as long as the planning is precise and careful, any theft gang with a little criminal experience can do it."

"Hackers..." Su Fu sighed, "In the age of information networks, hackers seem to be everywhere."

"It's an inevitable consequence of technology—don't you realize what kind of world you live in?"

Su Fu curled her lips, thinking that I live in a magical world—that is, the world you have been intending to explore.

That night, something unexpected happened to Hebein, who was not very peaceful.

An unknown fire broke out on Belga Street, burning down several houses and causing serious casualties. The worst one was a family named Walter. People, of course, have already been burned into coke.

So throughout the whole day, the small bar on the first floor of the hotel was discussing this matter, and all kinds of spittle splashed hot discussions one after another, and Su Fu also obtained a lot of useful information from them.

For example, there was only a beautiful widow living in the house that was devastated by the fire. She moved in with her husband three years ago, but not long after moving in, the husband died of tuberculosis, and the wife was left alone to run a small business. Convenience store life.

The business of the convenience store was not good, and the widow was a vanity-loving and pungent person. She often couldn't make a living because of buying cosmetics and jewelry, so she started to do some business of selling her body.

So all the women in Hebein hated this widow surnamed Walter. While jealous of her beauty, they stared at their restless man with vicious and cautious eyes like a boning knife—after all, there is a night in the east of the city. Ye Shengge is a beautiful woman who can do everything she can.

As a result, the business of Walter's convenience store is getting worse and worse. Housewives are even willing to run two more streets than go to her store to buy things. When talking about her, they always look disgusted and unwilling to say more , no one likes to deal with her except those men who come to whoring/prostitution, so that her house on Belga Street, and even in the whole of Hebbein, seems to be an isolated island.

She doesn't seem to like going out too much, so everyone knows that there is a bright house on Belga Street, and there are some strange noises in her house almost every night. Keep your mouth shut.

Some people even don't remember what she looks like, they just know that Widow Walter is very beautiful, and she will have sex if she gives her money.

The fire completely destroyed Walter’s house, and the only occupants in the house were also buried in the flames. When the fire brigade arrived, the fire was already out of control. When the fire was extinguished and the house was being cleaned up, the woman on the bed in the bedroom had died. It was incinerated into a black carbon compound that lost its human form.

The police station went to investigate the cause of the fire in a symbolic manner. It is said that the fire broke out due to the aging of the circuit, but everything that should have been burned was completely burned, who knows.

Detectives tried to contact widow Luna Walter's family to inform them to come and deal with the funeral. Her only relatives on record seemed to be a sister who lived in London - Elizabeth Petroleum. It was only when she was able to contact her that the clever police detective deliberately emphasized on the phone that Walter's relatives could claim compensation from the insurance company for the accidental disaster caused by the fire. Driven by interests, Elizabeth Petrole finally agreed to come over to replace the person she had not contacted for many years. My sister took care of the funeral.

Because of the haunted mine and the fire, Hebbein has been in a mess these days. Parents don't let their children go out, but the priests and nuns in the church are very busy recently, because everyone usually goes to pray on Sunday. , Now that something like this happened in the city, everyone expected God to bless them.

"Su...look at them, they are as terrified as ants on a hot pot, it's just a man-made arson, why make yourself into such a ghost?"

The hotel was close to the edge of the small town, on the only way to the church, so Sherlock stood by the window and looked down to see the endless stream of people going to pray.

"You still don't let people find some spiritual sustenance... Belief in religion is a very pious thing," Su Fu said casually, crumpling up a letter and putting it in his pocket, "What are you looking at?"

She leaned over to look at some paper pages he spread on the table. There were several detailed tables on the page. The first column recorded the time, and the second column recorded the model number of some kind of equipment.

"Su, pack up, we're going out tonight."

Su Fu raised his head: "What are you doing?"

"Aren't you interested in the case?" Sherlock smiled at her, "Next is a good opportunity to satisfy your curiosity."

He smiled a little nastyly, and Su Fu suddenly had a bad feeling.

And it turns out that her hunch was right. Sherlock went out in the afternoon, and after coming back, he didn't know what was going on. He actually chatted with the bald boss and the fat cook on the first floor for a long time, and it seemed that what he said happy look.

At one o'clock in the middle of the night, she was flipping through a book of spells out of boredom in the room when Sherlock suddenly opened the door quietly and waved to her, then went to open her window.

Su Fu put down the book in his hand, and said, "Why go through the window instead of the door?"

"Because we have to 'stay' in the room tonight."

As he spoke, he closed the curtains, brought the hanger over to prop up a piece of clothing, a blurred shadow was reflected on it, and the flickering lights seemed to be like someone standing by the window.

"Walk."

The author has something to say: ah...why is there always not enough time, and after coordination and coordination, I still can only cultivate immortals every day.

If only I could have the speed of that dog Bi Sanqian of Shentu Juanjuan... I'm so envious, huh.