Sherlock Holmes' Neighborhood 221C

The tempered glass door of the school cafeteria is bright and clean, and the TV is hung on the white square pillars.Only broadcast news, never tune channels, once discovered, credits will be deducted.

Wu Pan, with disheveled hair and sleepy eyes, went to the cafeteria to have breakfast.After receiving the meal, he sat down lazily, while his friend was watching TV carelessly, while eating breakfast just like him, half asleep and half awake.

He studies astronomy, the planet is dazzling and contains infinite secrets, the thousands of years of human history can't compare with the time for the birth and disappearance of a planet.

The only downside is that it's only at night.I stayed up all night and my eyes were blue and black. All the students in the department, including the professor, seemed to be living in a panda zoo. You see I have dark circles, and I think you have dark circles too.

His friend let out an "ah" and said vaguely: "There was another shooting case, and the murderer was caught so quickly?"

Wu Pan raised his eyes to watch the TV, opened his eyes wide and uncertain, carefully looked at the blurred photo of the murderer, and it wasn't too blurry, it was covered with a layer of mosaic like rice soup.

The face is an Asian face, short hair, young and handsome.

Wu Pan silently covered his sore eyes with his hands, feeling very shocked.He let out a long cry from his throat.

His friend munched on a salmon sandwich: "What the fuck."

"Where is my sister—my phone number!"

Wu Pan fumbled for the phone and dialed.Staring at the TV.The host was still chattering, and the calm and mechanical tone on TV made him upset.

"The murderer surrendered himself last night, and our reporter went to the front line..."

221B

On the top of the TV screen, a shooting case "The prisoner has surrendered..." A mosaic was made on the photo of the host behind the host.Wu Zhen took a look out of the corner of her eye, but she didn't dare to take a closer look.Even with such a quick glance, she could recognize Luo Di in the photo.

"Beep buzz—"

Wu Pan called, she held the phone in her hand, and connected immediately.

"Have you read the news?" Wu Pan couldn't restrain his eagerness: "Don't watch it!"

"Brother, Luo Di killed someone." She didn't know why her voice was so calm.

"...Oh, don't be afraid, maybe it's a misunderstanding."

"This matter has to be clarified." She turned from dazed to firm - firm without reason.

"Er, it's very clear. Luo Di surrendered himself. The murder weapon was well preserved at the scene of the crime, and there was no second person's fingerprints on the gun." Lestrade stood by the sofa, sitting on the left and said. On the right is Sherlock, who is calm, and on the right is Wu Zhen, whose face is as deep as water.

Downstairs, when he came up just now, he saw Malloy with his head down, gnawing on cookies like a hamster, and Mrs. Hudson was at a loss.

Lestrade still has a hard time speaking about the Chinese pronunciation of "Luo Di". "He vomited out the whole incident by himself, love killing... Sophie didn't accept his love, he was dazzled for a while, such a beauty, who doesn't like her. There are photos of them arguing and arguing Surveillance. It sounds very reasonable. There are at least dozens of such cases every year."

Wu Zhen almost sneered.

The story Lestrade told was too absurd and love-killing.Luo Di and Sophie?

ridiculous!ridiculous!ridiculous!

Luo Di and she grew up together in the same alley. I have never heard of anyone he liked, let alone liked him so much that he lost his mind, and then killed someone? !

He usually adopts some stray cats and dogs. He has a cheerful and rational personality, so how could he get carried away and kill people!

These two people have no grudges in the past, and they have no grudges in the near future, let's kill each other!

Lestrade looked at Wu Zhen's almost sneering expression.He tugged on the bow tie: "Maybe you have a unique opinion?"

Wu Zhen's eyes were very firm and sincere, she looked at Lestrade, she knew she needed Lestrade to take her to see Luo Di: "I want to find out about this matter."

Lestrade has always been lenient, he hesitated to stop Wu Zhen: "This matter has already been settled... and there is no informant, you will cause a lot of trouble."

Wu Zhen: "Who says there is no informant, I am the informant."

Sherlock clasped his hands together, and a crisp voice interrupted the conversation between the two of them.

"Look, the informant." Sherlock seemed relieved: "Miss Wu, it seems that Mr. Sheriff doesn't want to take your case. How about joining me as a detective?"

"Then please, Mr. Holmes."

"Please state your case."

"Luo Di is my neighbor. We grew up in the same alley. I never believe that he would kill someone, let alone Sophie."

She literally got two bad news in one day.

As she talked, she became more and more uncertain. All she knew and had in her hands was her trust in Luo Di's character for many years. How could these be used as evidence in court?

"Wait, wait, wait." Lestrade could hear something was wrong, he felt uneasy about being tricked by the two of them and thrown out of their circle.He laughed out loud in embarrassment.

"I don't know if we are talking about the same person. I know this Luo Di is an acquaintance of yours, so he came to inform you when something happened, and see if Sherlock has tortured himself to death." The last sentence he said It's very soft, the pronunciation squeezed out from between the teeth.

"This kid's black background has been turned upside down. I couldn't find it out no matter how I checked it before. Today I got it all in one day. He is a stateless person, and he may not even be from your country. Asians Pretty much the same."

When the third bad news came, Wu Zhen's mind went blank.

What do you mean, stateless?

Wu Zhen denied this answer: "Impossible, then how did he go to school, how did he get a household registration?"

"I don't know about that. It seems that someone is operating behind the scenes. His information was leaked too much today, and the other party withdrew it too cleanly, leaving no trace."

His eyes looked at Sherlock, he said so much, just hoping that Sherlock would help him to investigate.

Sherlock understood the meaning of his eyes, smiled, and the gray eyes showed a little fluorescent blue in the dark, which was a scheming light.

Lestrade blinked, realizing that this business was not so easy to do.

Sherlock: "Swap. My client has an unresolved issue and I'd like your help."

"I agree, but now they are interrogating and have to wait."

"Call me then."

Lestrade got a satisfactory and straightforward answer, and walked out of 221B satisfied and worried.

Wu Zhen was very preoccupied, and the frown on his face never let go.She wondered why Sherlock took this case, obviously she insisted that Luo Di was innocent.

"I suspect it has something to do with Moriarty." Sherlock put his hands in the pockets of his suit pants and walked to the French window.

Wu Zhen suddenly realized.It's really a fan of the authorities, and if you care about it, you will be chaotic.All she thought about in her mind was to cleanse Luo Di, but she didn't think about the most basic problem.

But if so, did Luo Di really kill Sophie?

Wu Zhen held his left hand tightly with his right hand, the fingers of both hands were entangled, the fingertips of his ten fingers were pinched red, like a complicated flower.

Luo Di, Sophie, they are all used by Moriarty, this is internal strife.

"What is the reason why Luo Di killed Sophie?" Facing the beautiful scenery of London's foggy and graceful scenery, Sherlock had no intention of admiring it, and was completely immersed in deep thought.He stretched out his white and bony hands, and pushed the white floor-to-ceiling curtains, still thinking deeply.

"Walk."

Wu Zhen immediately stood up.

"Where?"

Sherlock glanced at her, picked up the padded windbreaker and put it on.

"Sophie's house."

......

Sophie's home was not the scene of the crime, and the case was classified as a love homicide. The prisoner Luo Di surrendered. The victim Sophie's home had nothing to search, and it was always empty, just like when its owner Sophie went out.

The apartment that Luo Di rented in London was turned upside down, and there was nothing to search. It was a standard bachelor's apartment. The only murder weapon was the gun and the bullet when he committed the crime.Nothing was found.

Wu Zhen knew that within a certain period of time, Sophie's relics would be sealed up and handed over to her relatives.How can she have any relatives.After the storage period has expired, the relics will be auctioned for charity.

Wu Zhen didn't have the key to Sophie's house.Standing in front of Sophie's door, she watched Sherlock helplessly spread his hands.

Sherlock snorted, stepped on the trash can, climbed up the iron railing, and used the heating pipes to climb over the wall and enter the window on the second floor.

It's broad daylight!

Wu Zhen looked around. Fortunately, there were not many pedestrians around. Sherlock moved so fast that no one noticed.I can't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

She waited at the door for about 5 minutes, pretending to be a passerby waiting for someone.

A brown-haired boy in a jacket and a helmet stopped in front of Sophie's door and honked his horn twice.The body is black and shiny, and he has a cool demeanor.

beep - beep -

His car is very characteristic. On the left is an empty seat filled with goods, which is a courier.

Empty seats can carry people and goods, and the right side is a motorcycle.It's the kind of car that Xiaoluo drives the Taijun in the anti-Japanese drama.There was a scene that left a deep impression on her. The little boy was riding this kind of car, the tire hit a mine, and with a bang, the prince flew away. The little boy stopped with a dull expression, wiped his dark face, and That left the half of the motorcycle he was sitting on.

Wu Zhen wanted to laugh just thinking about it.

beep - beep -

He honked the horn twice more, but he didn't take it off, and asked Wu Zhen, "Where did the people living here go?"

How to answer, it's hard to say she's dead, right?

"she is not here."

The little brother threw her a kraft paper envelope.

Wu Zhen held the envelope, which was thick and thirty centimeters wide, and there was a small hard object inside.

The door behind her suddenly opened.Sherlock appeared very cleverly, took the envelope from her by the door frame, shook it, and said with a smile, "Thanks, but why did you return this."

"You know her, that's good. Her delivery is irregular, so she will return it and resend it." After speaking, she opened the accelerator with a bang and sped away.

The author has something to say: Caught off guard, another update.