Sherlock Holmes' Neighborhood 221C

Sophie's parents have been missing for too long, and there is no news at all, and she herself does not dare to have too much hope.

Every time she seems to find news about them, it is like an adventure. She has to force herself to believe that it is true, and then let a little hope pop up in her heart, just a little bit, with which little hope, she can smile as much as possible. Live for a while.

The taste of being alone is too uncomfortable, and she has been to too many prosperous or deserted places, she sometimes thinks, what does this have to do with me?

Even if she died at the place where she stood, no one would care about her like her parents, and everyone would be strangers.

The word "relative" is precious only when it is lost.

"Their entry and exit information have all been erased." Sherlock sat at the computer desk, nimbly pressing the buttons with his fingers, and the data on the computer screen kept flipping.

"I know."

She has been with Moriarty for so long, she works hard, and she has a lot of activities in private, so she can always get some news.

This situation, like an invisible hand, erased everything, just like her parents had never been abroad and disappeared in the UK out of thin air. They survived in the national archives, but they did not exist in reality.

"Why?" Sherlock tapped his forehead with one hand and chuckled, "It's a guilty conscience."

Sophie knew for a long time that her parents were deliberately trying to make them "disappear", so she didn't take what Sherlock said very much.

"Can you find it?" Even she herself didn't realize that there was a hint of expectation in the voice, and the expectation was so urgent.

"All right."

Sophie was surprised and sat up straight: "So fast?"

It was only then that Sherlock realized that his words were misleading to Sophie. He unconsciously pointed his fingers at the table and explained, "No, you can go back. I will let you know if there is any news. Leave your parents' photos behind."

Sophie suppressed her inner anxiety, took out an old and yellowed photo from her bag, and said in a low voice, "Okay, I'll wait for your news."

That was the last intact photo she kept.

At last she took one look at it and went away.

Malloy was carrying the camera downstairs, and when he heard a noise on the stairs, he immediately turned the camera to point at the entrance of the stairs. It was inconvenient to turn around in the narrow stairwell. Malloy rubbed his back against the wall, and Sophie hurried down the stairs appeared in the camera. figure.The upper body is colorful and orange, the wide robe-like top is very eye-catching, and the long slender and tight legs.It looks like a large orange bob spider.

Malloy (voice-over): "This is Sherlock Holmes' guest..."

Sophie immediately stretched out her sleeves, and the wide closed sleeves covered most of her face.She wasn't shy about being interviewed, she couldn't let people know that she was here, Malloy's stupid behavior would expose her.

No, it should be the bat.

Malloy said silently in his heart.

"Excuse me, Miss, as..."

"You didn't get my consent, Malloy, I'm going to ask a lawyer to sue you for infringing my portrait rights." Sophie suppressed her anger and said, stomping downstairs quickly.

Malloy blocked the narrow stairwell with his video camera, which showed Sophie's wide, batwing sleeve covering her face.

"Step aside!"

Malloy retreated slowly into the kitchenette, and the camera watched Sophie walk out the door.

The camera pans to Mrs. Hudson.

Mrs. Hudson shuddered. She always looked at a loss when facing the camera. She rubbed her flour-stained hands on her apron and shrugged. "Those guests are always reluctant to reveal their privacy, which is common."

......

Wu Zhen was still holding the test questions a few minutes before the test and kept doing it, almost like chanting a mantra, reading silently to understand all the test points.

She was surrounded by candidates, and there were a few who were as dazed as she was.But most are anxiously waiting to start the exam.There was so much noise around her that she didn't have the energy to take care of others.Hearing that it's time to enter the arena, I packed my schoolbags and followed the crowd to file in.

......

After the exam, the whole day was sunny.

Wu Zhen stepped out of the teaching building and stepped down the steps, feeling the solidity of the ground.The floor in the examination room seemed to have been soaked in water. It was so soft that people felt that they would step on empty space in the next moment.

After the end, the first reaction is to look at the phone.

Sherlock liked to text her and rarely called her.Sometimes there will be a lot of his text messages in the mailbox, and most of them complain about some customers he meets at work that he thinks can make him emotional.Through the screen, Wu Zhen could feel his arrogance from between the lines.

Sure enough, there were two text messages.

【ended? 】

【SH】

【I'm coming, I have a case. 】

【SH】

— There is a new text message.

[I saw you. 】

【SH】

Wu Zhen blinked her eyes, raised her head and looked around, she was standing on the steps, over the heads of the crowd, there were tiny fishes in the sky, she saw Sherlock waving.

She let out a breath of white air, continuous and long.

Immediately jumping down the steps, she suddenly found that she could not find her way - she was a person of more than 1.6 meters standing in a crowd of people with an average height of more than 1.7 meters. She tried to tiptoe but could only see the sky above, like a rabbit breaking into the big white The geese are surrounded by meat walls.She was squeezed and lost direction.

Suddenly a big hand grabbed her wrist, she raised her head suddenly, her hand stretched out from the crowd, she didn't see the person who pulled her, but she saw a familiar black curly hair, she was immediately relieved.She was pulled out of the crowd with difficulty, and the person who grabbed her and pulled her was indeed Sherlock.

"Let's go somewhere."

"Wait." Wu Zhen took out a folding umbrella from his backpack, opened it and held it above his head. "It's raining and you don't have an umbrella."

"This is not a problem."

"Okay, let's go."

In order to prevent them from getting separated, the two ran to the street holding hands, and raised their hands to stop a taxi.

Compared with the cold air outside, the inside of the taxi was warm, exuding a strange heating smell of smoke.Wu Zhen didn't like the smell very much, so he opened half of the car window.

The car stopped at the entrance of the British Museum, and Wu Zhenxin said that the client this time was the most picky place she had ever seen—look at the strong cultural atmosphere.And the most capable——even got Sherlock to move out of his living room to take on the case.

Even on rainy days, there are many people in the museum, but it is quieter than before.It is easy for people to laugh and be restless in the sun, and it is easy to be calm and peaceful in rainy days.

"welcome."

A gentle man in a white shirt and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose came. He was dressed like a scholar, and the ambition and desire to conquer were projected from his eyes, which even the glasses couldn't stop.

He shook hands with Sherlock first, staring at him with interest, and the two parties finished their introductions.He smiled again and shook hands with Wu Zhen.Be courteous with just the right amount of etiquette.

"I am Adolph Johnson." Apart from that, there is not much introduction.He comes across as ambitious and pampered at the top.

"To be honest, I didn't expect the famous detective Sherlock Holmes to come to me for help."

Wu Zhenxin was startled. This time, she was not handling the case, but Sherlock was looking for someone to help. It seemed that he was still an unknown person.To be honest, after getting along for such a long time, Wu Zhen saw that Sherlock hates contact with people. In his words, communicating with people is a waste of life.

And she really didn't see Sherlock asked anyone for help, except for Mycroft, which was completely forced unilaterally, except for the homeless, the relationship between them was employment.

The three walked while looking for a place to sit down.Johnson is familiar with this place.

"I did see the people in the photo. It was about seven years ago, in the waiting room. I have a strong influence on them. Gypsies can attract attention everywhere. A man and a woman, pestering a white-haired old man Wife. Oh, I still remember when I said it was seven years ago, I’m afraid you don’t believe me.” Johnson smiled.

"No, I believe it." Sherlock had guessed Johnson's basic situation when Johnson observed him, or before he observed him.

The most obvious point is that he is an extremely conceited, control freak, and anything that is not within his control will drive him crazy.For example this answer.

Johnson's face immediately sank, and he smiled for a moment.

"At that time, I was called back by the dean to postpone the next flight. Who would have known that the plane exploded in mid-air."

"What evidence is there that they got on the plane?"

"My brain and my eyes are the evidence."

Sherlock's slender fingers were crossed together, and he was silent for three seconds before he said, "That's all?"

Johnson was puzzled: "What?"

"You said you had their information, that's all?"

Johnson twitched a smile at the corner of his mouth, making a sound like a cold snort. "You know they're dead, isn't that enough?"

Sherlock got up impatiently and left.

"Sherlock..."

"Really, let's go."

Wu Zhen picked up the backpack and said to Johnson, "Sorry."Sherlock was rude, and she couldn't follow him, even though she didn't like the man either.

She quickly followed Sherlock, his strides were long enough for her to trot to keep up.

Adolf Johnson stood up angrily and shouted at them: "How dare you..." After that, the words fell silent. It is uneducated to yell in the library. The anger went to the head. Under the rationality, He doesn't allow himself to do that.

......

after a few days.

Inside 221B

"Everything that happens in this world must have clues." Sherlock was wearing a blue bathrobe and curled up on the sofa with his knees hugged.His curly hair was scratched and disheveled, he looked tired, and his smoky gray eyes rolled around in a panic.

"Impossible to go wrong."

Wu Zhen was holding freshly baked cookies, and while eating, he paced back and forth leisurely in the house.

"So, Sherlock, you just can't find the trace for the time being. Maybe they really died on that plane."

"You." He pointed at Wu Zhen, his eyes shining brightly.

Da You intends to use Wu Zhen to prove that his judgment is correct.

Wu Zhen was taken aback for a moment, then put down the cookie and ran away in a jerk.While running, he said, "Need me to tell Sophie, is this case closed?"

Sherlock said angrily: "Go and tell her!" His voice was low, like a lion growling in frustration.

The author has something to say: the exam is finally over, and I, Qing Hansan, have come back again!

...However, there is another exam next month, and the update speed will be slower.