Sherlock Holmes' Neighborhood 221C

"Oh, Sherlock, you're finally here." Lestrade was a little overwhelmed with work, and he pointed backwards, which was the direction of the interrogation room.Sherlock walked along where he pointed, and the two walked quickly side by side.

"You know why I called you here, but the prisoner inside has already confessed." Although the appearance was a little crazy.

"What?" Sherlock bit the word hard, with a look of disbelief.

"Obviously, we still need to review the veracity of his confession." Lestrade's words were obviously relaxed.The case was solved inexplicably like this, and he was actually happy and relaxed.Judging the truth is much better than torture to extract a confession and say nothing in the end.All it takes is an EKG test, plus a forensic psychology professional...  

"Well, we can solve this case without your assistance." Lestrade's tone was not entirely smug, and the serf turned himself into a master, and he was really proud.

Sherlock turned a deaf ear and went straight to the interrogation room, watching Dylan who was confessing through the one-way transparent glass.The seriousness of his observation made him stick to the wall of the interrogation room like a gecko.Some police officers glanced at this strange man from time to time while they were busy.

Lestrade stood behind him, his eyes lingering at the fingertips of Dylan and Sherlock.He was really afraid that Sherlock would find something wrong in the inspection again, so it would be better to end it like this.

"Did he never say he was a serial murderer before?"

"Huh? Huh! That's right. He kept repeating his innocence, and then he finally let go and said he would say anything as long as he saw you."

"Ah."

"...is there something wrong? Is something wrong?"

"Look at his eyes, there's something wrong with his eyes." Sherlock straightened up and straightened his coat. "That's not the look of 'Dylan'."

"What do you mean?" Countless possibilities flashed through Lestrade's mind, but he didn't grasp any of them, and he wasn't sure.

"Roar." Sherlock taunted lightly, with a slight rise in the end of his voice. "I found him mildly schizophrenic from the first moment I saw him. It wasn't Dylan, or another 'Dylan', and now you can convict him, he's a serial killer. But' Dylan's not."

Lestrade held his head, not very accepting of this answer.

One is a murderer, the other is not, yet the two are one and the same.That is to say, he is generally guilty and the other half is not guilty. If the guilty one serves his sentence, the innocent one must also serve his sentence. However, this is an extremely inhumane behavior among British human rights. It is definitely a powerful negative influence, and he can't escape it.

"Maybe I should leave this problem to the lawyer..." Lestrade seemed to grasp a life-saving straw, and let go of his head.

"By the way, Sherlock, why didn't you tell about your experience in solving the case today?" Lestrade asked.

In the interrogation room behind him, Dylan was slowly talking about his criminal experience, surrounded by a pile of police records, recording pens, and video notes.

Sherlock's smoky gray eyes cast down on Lestrade, and he pursed his thin lips tightly, as if he had made some determination, he threw a USB flash drive in his coat to Lestrade, and left without hesitation.

Lestrade hurriedly caught the USB flash drive and shouted behind him: "You haven't told me how to solve the case yet!"

Sherlock didn't look back: "Air freshener!"

"Air freshener." Officer Donovan imitated strangely behind Lestrade. "Who can judge a person guilty based on air fresheners, nonsense! I told you that he is unreliable!"

"Donovan!"

Donovan folded his arms and rolled his eyes.

Lestrade had long been used to Donovan's dislike for Sherlock.This is understandable, Sherlock is a genius, but he never let people into his world easily, Donovan only peeped into a corner of Sherlock's world, she has no way to understand Sherlock.

Lestrade sighed deeply: "He used to overturn the alibi of a person with the way a napkin was folded. This is Sherlock Holmes. If you know his only brother in his family... ...Forget it, come on, let's find out what the hell is going on with air fresheners."

Donovan: "Or, we can just ask that guy. He confessed everything! Maybe that's why he doesn't want to say more."

"Sherlock said he was crazy." Lestrade stroked his hair, as he always did when upset.

Sergeant Donovan walked ahead, grimacing and muttering, "I think he's crazy."

"Hey!" Lestrade called out to Anderson who was passing by.Give him the USB drive. "Look what's in there!"

Anderson caught the USB drive, shook it, and said, "Yes, sir."

......

"God used seven days to create human beings, and correspondingly, there are seven deadly sins in hell. Seven days, seven people, originally only seven people should die. I didn't expect it to be destroyed by people." Dylan spoke in a leisurely manner, and there was no abnormality in the electrocardiogram .

Lestrade stood imposingly at the door with his arms folded, frowning and staring at Dylan's expression.

Sherlock said it wasn't Dylan.

He didn't know Dylan well, and he couldn't tell anything for a while.

"You are using religion to murder!"

"No, no, no, joining the church is completely voluntary, just like they went to the Thames River is also voluntary, they are to wash away their sins, I have carefully selected seven types of people who have committed crimes, arrogance, jealousy, Rage, laziness, greed, gluttony, and sex. So there are seven places in total." Dylan said here, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, and he was slightly mocking. "These seven places were fought for by these seven people. In other words, you have destroyed their last hope. Those who survived are really unfortunate, and no one will ever forgive them."

One policeman couldn't bear it any longer and slammed the table violently, causing the table to vibrate and pouring a glass of water on the table.

He said, "Shit!"

Dylan raised his eyes. Due to weight loss and severe mental torture, his eye sockets were sunken. Under the light, the eye sockets were deep, but the eyeballs were conspicuous, looking like polar ice blue ice. "Have you ever experienced despair?"

The police officer burst out with blue veins and wanted to slap the table again, but was dragged down by his colleagues and quit the conversation.

Anderson walked to Lestrade with the USB drive.Glancing at the battle situation in the interrogation room, he whispered, "Here are images of those who committed suicide entering and leaving the same hotel at different times on the same day, and there are many people with strange faces among them."

"That's probably also his disciple." Lestrade said clearly. "The video has been a huge help."

Anderson looked at Lestrade's side face, sniffed his nose, and said confidently: "Actually, it's nothing. I mean, give me time, and I can do it. It's just a video."

"Yes, how much time I gave you, and I didn't even fart." Lestrade took back the USB flash drive in Anderson's hand.Carefully put it in your coat pocket.This is key evidence, and it cannot be lost.

Dylan was allowed to be released from the chair, but his hands needed to be handcuffed, and two tall police officers on the left and right guarded him.Dylan's voice became more and more vague, and a police officer who was almost directly facing him noticed his abnormality. He looked too tired and embarrassed.But the treatment of prisoners is not enough.

As Dylan spoke, his voice became smaller and smaller, so low that one of the police officers in the front had to crane his head to hear what he said.

Dylan suddenly grabbed the police officer's neck at an extremely fast speed, and the chain of handcuffs strangled him around his neck, and immediately the surrounding policemen moved quickly.Dylan bit off a chunk of the hapless officer's cheek before being overpowered.

After being appraised by professionals, the prisoner Dylan was sent to one of the most closely guarded mental hospitals in the city before being tried by the court.

......

221B

Wearing a nightgown and holding coffee, Sherlock walked past Wu Zhen time after time.

Wu Zhen was lying on the sofa table, writing the manuscript of the thesis.

Sherlock walked towards the restaurant from the door with the coffee in his hand, and took a sip of the coffee.

Sherlock took the coffee from the restaurant to the door and took a sip of it.

Sherlock took the coffee from the door to the dining room, and finished the coffee.

Sherlock refills a cup of coffee and heads for the door.

Wu Zhen rested his chin on the table, his black eyes stared at the nib of the writing brush, and said, "Sherlock."

"Who did you go to meet that day, and you came back very late, and, who was the young man who sent you home?" Sherlock was waiting for Wu Zhen to speak first, and he could hardly wait.

"That day?" Wu Zhen drew a rogue rabbit on the draft paper.

"The day before yesterday."

"The big brother who used to be a neighbor, met by chance in London."

"Oh, big brother, I hope you haven't forgotten your senior Dylan."

"Of course I haven't forgotten." Wu Zhen straightened up and looked at Sherlock with a smile. "So, you are jealous."

"No."

Sherlock quickly denied it and took a sip of coffee.

Wu Zhenfu lay on the table as if he had no bones, and drew a Sherlock cat on the draft paper, adding a blushing expression.

"Which hospital was Dylan sent to?"

"Guess."

"It should be in the newspaper."

"Humph."

"I want to see Dylan."

"Okay, you don't have to tell me."

"Oh... Sherlock, I'm afraid you'll be jealous."

"..."