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He just said in a low voice, "I'll be there right away." Then he hung up the phone.

Sherlock has already put on his suit jacket, and he looks very chic and gentlemanly, provided that he doesn't speak.

"The road has been paved, it depends on luck." Mycroft laughed to himself.

Sherlock snorted coldly through his nostrils, and walked out of the small house that was about to be hidden in the valley with Mycroft. The helicopter had been waiting on the lawn for a long time.

After seeing the news, Jasmine, who was resting at home, almost scattered the snacks in her hands on the ground. She and Moriarty lived together peacefully and safely under the same roof not long ago. Why did this happen today?Jasmine thought about it for a while, and felt that it would be safer to call Sherlock. After all, people like Jim Moriarty are often moody and changeable.

Then, she picked up the landline and called Sherlock.

Sherlock hadn't gotten off the helicopter yet, and the loud roar made it impossible to hear the voice on the phone clearly. Seeing that it was Jasmine's call, he pressed the reject button neatly, but Sherlock still sent a text message: "what' sup?"

Jasmine was feeling annoyed that Sherlock had hung up her phone, but when she saw the text message that followed, her expression eased. Her small, fair fingers tapped the phone screen slowly and carefully, as if every word and every symbol I want to think about it.

"ISawthenews, Whataboutmycroft? (I saw the news, how about Mycroft?)"

After receiving the text message, Sherlock held the phone up to Mycroft's nose, and McCoff subconsciously moved back. His eyesight is indeed not as good as it used to be when he got older.

He took the phone from Sherlock's hand, and quickly replied with a simple word: "Fine"

Jasmine breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the reply. Although McCoff was a bit arrogant and indifferent, after a long time, Jasmine always felt that McCoff had been pulled into the list of friends by her at some point. Of course, it was just Ordinary friends, very ordinary, very ordinary.

It was rare for Sherlock not to answer the phone. Jasmine guessed that it must be related to the explosion. She sniffed, and a faint layer of blood appeared on her pale face. Nothing beats this delicious slice of pizza right in the oven.

After Sherlock and Mycroft got off the helicopter, the relevant responsible persons and some policemen were there to welcome them. They surrounded them eagerly and talked with McCoff.

Sherlock and Mycroft walked side by side, and their eyes fell on the blasted room on the fifth floor ahead.Can't help wondering where Moriarty escaped.

Mycroft showed an angry and deliberately patient expression in front of everyone when his office was blown up. Sherlock glanced at it from the corner of his eye, and then slowly moved away. He suddenly felt that he wanted to be in the position of McCoff. Sit tight, being able to act is an essential skill.

The group stopped in front of the elevator on the first floor. Mycroft appointed a trustworthy person to Sherlock and said, "Let him follow you to investigate, and you can ask him any relevant questions." A group of people said: "Clean up important items, and list everything that is not backed up. Let's go, go to the meeting first."

Said, left and right with Sherlock, parted ways.

Although Sherlock was used to being alone, he always felt uncomfortable if he was accompanied by someone who wasn't John or... Jasmine.

Wait, Jasmine... He actually felt comfortable being with Jasmine?

"Mr. HOLMES, I'm Robin Allen. You can ask me anything, I've always liked your stories." The man assigned to Sherlock by Mycroft introduced himself to Sherlock in a friendly manner. road.

Sherlock turned his head stiffly when he heard the sound, what should he answer him?He frowned slightly, folded his hands behind his back, and nodded slightly: "Thank you", the charming and pure London accent added a touch of intelligent sex appeal to Sherlock's mouth.

Robin Allen's smile deepened, and he glanced at Sherlock's profile excitedly.

Mycroft's always complaining brother wasn't too bad, he didn't expect to get a thank you from Sherlock.

On the fifth floor, turn left, and the innermost one is McCoff's office, which has become charred, and Robin Allen pointed to Sherlock for introduction.

But Sherlock didn't pay attention, instead he went straight to the other side.

Upon seeing this, Robin Allen quickly explained: "That's the office of the Minister of Finance."

The Secretary of the Treasury that Robin mentioned is not in the office at the moment, but is going to hold an emergency meeting like McCaw.

Sherlock quickened his pace, but his eyes became sharper. He narrowed his eyes and locked on the off-white chandelier at the door of the office.

It was a small triangular chandelier. It was daytime, and the office was always frugal. If it was not necessary, even at night, this kind of small lamp would not be turned on if one more or one less would not be a problem.

Sherlock stopped under the chandelier. It was indeed an unremarkable chandelier, but what really attracted Sherlock was that this chandelier was obviously biased from the original position, because under the sunlight, one side would always become It was dark and faded, but at this moment, the lampshade was particularly dark on the dark side, with a low color, while on the other side, it was much brighter.

Since the circuit of such a small light is rarely turned on in the office, there is no problem of replacing the light bulb.

"I need a chair," Sherlock said to Robin.

After scratching his ear, Robin finally chose to move it out in the office of the Minister of Finance.

Sherlock stepped on it without saying a word, took out a pocket magnifying glass and looked up, and soon, he locked his eyes on a black spot.He stretched out his hand to wipe it, but still remained motionless, Sherlock brought the magnifying glass closer, and the black spots became a little loose, and it seemed that they were no longer a mass of black.

Sherlock put the magnifying glass back in his pocket, took out his phone, turned on the flashlight, and shone down on the black spot from inside the lampshade.

At the same time, under Sherlock's feet, a thick and pyramid-shaped serpentine pattern appeared impressively...

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Sherlock smiled faintly, and the joy in his throat was very obvious. Robin looked at Sherlock quietly. Although he didn't know the source of this pattern, he knew that this pattern was like Totem of pagan beliefs.

He had already heard the name of Sherlock Holmes before he was at Simbalah Falls. Although there was an unprecedented battle with Moriarty in the middle, it did not prevent him from regarding Sherlock as his idol.

Of course, Sherlock didn't know what the people around him were thinking. He glanced at the time, and the effective time was not very long. When the emergency meeting ended, his progress would slow down.

After he checked the other two floors, he asked Robin for a map in a serious manner. If he guessed correctly, then the last point should be——

"Oh, Mr. HOLMES!" Sherlock's thoughts were suddenly interrupted, and he saw an old man with a bloated figure, a red complexion, and unsteady breathing, but his mental state was considered healthy, coming out of the elevator.

Sherlock scanned it calmly from bottom to top, oh, this old man is very tenacious in life.

Mycroft followed behind the old man, and he stared at Sherlock silently.

Sensing someone's gaze, Sherlock pursed his mouth, squeezed out an awkward but polite smile, his smiling muscles were piled up between his cheekbones, he put one hand behind his back, and stuck out the other hand, and said decently: "Oh !MR. Levine"

Tom Levine, the Minister of Defense, and Mycroft have always been in the same situation, but they wanted to pretend to greet each other. A trace of impatience flashed in Sherlock's eyes, and he quickly withdrew his hand.

"Nice to see you again, Mr. HOLMES. I believe that with your help, it will be much easier to capture Moriarty." Levin's smile looked sincere and kind. He was nearly sixty years old, but his gaze He is aggressive but looks like a guy in his 30s. No matter how strong his smile is, he can't disguise the fakeness in his eyes.

"No doubt." Sherlock replied nonchalantly.

He rubbed his hands, looked at Tom Levin with his neck crooked, and pretended to remind casually: "Oh, sir, for your safety, the Raphael's "The Madonna of Ansidi" in the office can be taken down." , if you don’t want your office to be blown up next.”

His last syllable was like an S-shaped slide of a roller coaster. Without looking at Tom Levine behind him, Tom Levine, who was reminded of Sherlock's "kindness", blushed even more because of Sherlock's words. Nervously touched the button on his chest, it seemed that he was too worried about the idea of ​​Sherlock appearing at the door of his office, he patted the secretary who was following him, and hurriedly ordered the "Anxi Emperor" in the office Notre Dame is taken away.

Mycroft gave Sherlock a clear look, turned around and walked in the other direction, and Sherlock followed closely behind.

Outside the lawn, Mycroft was holding his pocket in one hand, and the long-handled black umbrella that had been used for many years in the other. The head of the umbrella poked the ground, and there was a slight collision sound every now and then. He had a sarcastic smile: "Tom Levine is still as greedy as before."

Sherlock was thinking about the case, and ignored what Mycroft said, "Yep."

And McCoff didn't care, he continued to ask: "What did you find?"

Sherlock said hoarsely: "Big