[Comprehensive] How to pretend to be a victim?

"Ethan and Tom disappeared on the 14th and 16th of this month respectively. The person who was blown to pieces in the movie theater today was verified to be Ethan. What do you think about this explosion..." Hearing laughter from the receiver Lestrade frowned, "Sherlock?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. In my opinion, being manipulated by someone, the threat is the bomb on him. But you don't have to look for it. The earphones must be blown up. By the way, I will let you know that there will be similar cases today and tomorrow. , it’s not necessarily an explosion, and even if you take strict precautions, it will happen. The person who started the riot, of course, is Tom, and I bet you won’t be able to catch anyone, at least not the whole one.” Sherlock took the drink After taking a sip, he frowned unconsciously, and glanced at the name on the cup, "My God, it's so sweet, it's a miracle that it can be sold."

Hearing the upbeat music from the receiver, Lestrade almost went into a schizophrenic state, and his brows were furrowed: "Where are you?"

"Westfield London Shopping Centre." Sherlock opened a can of Coke, took a sip, and nodded, "This is okay."

Lestrade stood up: "So, is that their next target? I'll send someone there right now..."

"Oh no, no, I'm here to go shopping."

"...So you're not going to take care of it? Do you know how many people died this time, Sherlock!"

"You're mistaken, man. I always solve crimes for fun, not to save people. Are you talking about life and death with a sociopath? I only care about the way they die." Sherlock spread his hands, Hearing the other side fell into silence, he withdrew his hand silently, "Okay, I will show you the way. This terrorist attack was done by K, and the cause has something to do with Shuyao. I have met with K's subordinates. In the above, he once said 'We can't convict them, but he can'. I guess, they will die so badly because they were unlucky and hurt Shuyao's leg, after all K is so obsessed with Shuyao. But Having said that, they did this not only because of Shuyao's legs. A huge criminal organization like this must have a serious business to protect it. They have spent so much time and effort, probably because they want to catch someone The sore spot of a person who is very influential in society. Otherwise, you can find a quiet place and execute them lingeringly. It is cruel, time-saving and easy. As for who this person is, I can only tell you that the political |The possibility of the world, if I think about it, let me tell you..."

Sherlock glanced at the two men in black suits walking from left to right: "I think you can have afternoon tea and relax, that's all."

"Mr. Holmes, please come with us."

"How about this one?" Chen Shuyao opened the curtain, looked up and saw Sherlock sitting on the sofa with his long legs crossed, with two men in black suits standing at both ends of the sofa.

Why is this posture so familiar?

Man A in suit looks at man B in suit: "What should we do now?"

"The superiors have explained that if they see a young girl following him, they will take them away. I think it should be her."

Male A and male B mechanically turned their heads to look at Chen Shuyao at the same time. The latter was stunned for a moment, then twitched the corners of his mouth: "Hi, how are you this afternoon?"

So, half an hour later, Mycroft's office was flooded with shopping bags...

McCoff pushed the door in, walked to the table, picked up the shopping bag on the table with the tip of the umbrella, and frowned: "Oh my God, Sherlock, what have you done?"

"Don't you know where the men in suits caught me?" Sherlock shrugged, "By the way, you are such a big official, can't you put two chairs for guests in front of the office desk?" ?”

"The answer is no. I seldom sit and chat with two people, or a man and a woman." Mycroft counted the people standing next to Sherlock from head to toe, "Oh, sorry, what's going on recently Do you need to dress up like this..."

Chen Shuyao silently glanced at her little black dress, feeling that there was nothing wrong with it, when McCoff glanced at her shoulder, as if to remind her.She just remembered that this is a backless dress that shows up to the waist!This is a politician's office, my friend!

She smiled awkwardly, and hurriedly rummaged through a pile of shopping bags, looking for something like a silk scarf coat to wear, but she soon found herself in a strange circle - the more anxious she was, the more she couldn't find it The strange circle!Not knowing what to do, when her shoulders sank, she turned her head and saw that a suit was already draped over her shoulders, and then she raised her eyes to meet Sherlock's gaze, and the corners of the latter's mouth were slightly hooked, and his hands were still on her shoulders.

"I think we can talk about business, my dear brother and..." Mycrof glanced at Chen Shuyao, hooked the corner of his mouth, and spread his hands.

"Of course. Oh yes, the activity you just mentioned." Sherlock pulled away the chair in front of the desk, and then pressed Chen Shuyao's shoulders to let her sit down, while he stood aside, "There will be an activity at home tomorrow. Please be sure to participate."

"Sherlock, it's not good for you to talk about business. I'll just stand up." Chen Shuyao smiled awkwardly, leaned into Sherlock's ear, and said softly, but just as she stood up, Sherlock pushed her back.

Mycroft frowned slightly: "I just talked with my parents on the phone, why didn't I hear about any activities?"

"Oh, sorry, I forgot to notify you." Sherlock said, and took out his phone.

"...You mean you organize a party? Sherlock, are you serious?" Mycroft was surprised, as if he was looking at a monster.

But she saw Sherlock raised the phone to his ear, and went to the window on his own: "Hey, it's me. You should be fine tomorrow..."

McCoff turned his head to look at Chen Shuyao, who spread his hands and glanced away silently.

It's none of my business, I haven't adjusted to his sudden change yet.

A few minutes later, Sherlock put away his cell phone, walked to Chen Shuyao's side again, put his hands on the armrests of the chair, looked at her with his head tilted, and slightly curled his mouth: "Remember to remind me to buy a bottle of red wine before I go there tomorrow."

"Oh, good." Chen Shuyao leaned back, keeping a proper distance from someone's face, but accidentally caught a glimpse of the loose hair falling on the collar of his shirt, and reached out to pluck it off, "Don't move."

Sherlock grabbed her suit which slid off her shoulders just in time: "They'll be glad to meet you."

"But I'm a little nervous, and in what capacity should I meet them?" Chen Shuyao looked up at him.

Sherlock stroked her long hair with a big hand, and the corner of his mouth slightly curled up: "I will give you a suitable identity, but it will have to wait until tomorrow, isn't there no chance today?"

Chen Shuyao glanced away, feeling a little emotional.

This kind of words that are not farting, remember so clearly, if you really gnaw me, what else can I do?

"If you don't mind, I will be very happy to introduce you. The log in front of you is called Mycroft, thank you." McCoff coughed dryly, pulled out a chair and sat down behind the desk, clasped his hands and looked at it. To Sherlock, "So we can officially begin now?"

"Of course." Sherlock turned to Mycroft, "But you'd better hurry up, it's almost time for dinner."

Then he tilted his head and winked at Chen Shuyao: "I still have the pork chops I bought last time, so let's eat that today."

"Braised or sweet and sour..." Before finishing speaking, Chen Shuyao caught a glimpse of McCaughey's green face, silently swallowed the rest of the words, and made an "ok" gesture.

"Regarding today's explosion, it seems that you have completely come out of panic. I am very happy for you, but the citizens of London are not as lucky as you." Mycroft threw a very thick file bag to Sherlock, " I believe you must have guessed who did it, this is all their information, the government|government calls them homeless, because their areas of activity are always indeterminate, like no fixed home."

Sherlock weighed the portfolio in his hand, then threw it back: "This case has nothing to do with me."

"Sherlock..."

"It was you who told me not to take care of this case, so I just became a brother who listened to my brother, didn't I?" Sherlock licked his lips and patted Chen Shuyao's shoulder, "Let's go home."

Then, they lifted the shopping bags on the table one by one.

"This explosion is not as simple as you imagined. The government seized a batch of munitions they were smuggling yesterday. They blew up the shopping mall today. What will happen next? Sherlock." Mycroft raised his hands Leaning on the table, "If London and even the whole of Britain are in danger, do you think you can stay out of it?"

"You're wrong, Mycroft, I never think of anything simple." Sherlock raised his eyes to stare into Mycroft's eyes, and picked up the last shopping bag, "Is it just ammunition?"

Mycroft was silent.

Chen Shuyao pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, then closed her eyes silently, her brows gradually frowning.

Recently, her intuition has always been very accurate, and she had a premonition of the two explosions in advance.Could this be some character's potential skill?It would be great if her intuition could save more people.

"Who are they cooperating with? Has the British government carefully screened the recent arrivals? What are you hiding from the citizens? Only you politicians who are always louder than your brains know these things. I am so deceived The petty citizens here really can't understand the crisis you are talking about." Sherlock held all the shopping bags in one hand, and took Chen Shuyao's hand with the other.

"I really want to see it." Chen Shuyao suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were dark, "It's the school..."

Images flashed and overlapped in my mind.

"I seem to...remember it." Chen Shuyao looked up at Sherlock, and silently squeezed his hand.

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