Sherlock Holmes' Neighborhood 221C

The tracker signal is broken.

This is what Sherlock expected.But others didn't think so, and Lestrade beat the table with his fist anxiously.Get angry: "How could this be!"

This incident aroused great attention from the outside world, and Lestrade was able to check the surveillance cameras through the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. At the same time, the case weighed heavily on him, and he was a little out of breath.

Wu Zhen had a tracker on his body, and judging from the current situation, the signal from the tracker was completely blocked from the moment the kidnappers entered the venue.

"I just said the tracker didn't work, head."

"How could it be useless, how could I not have guessed that it was useless!" Lestrade snorted angrily.He looked around and saw Sherlock leaning against the door frame in another transparent glass room, staring down at the phone.Lestrade knew it was an illusion, he was thinking.God knows what is going on in Sherlock's head, he has never been able to figure out his thoughts, thinking palace, red beard, girlfriend, damn it, how did he have a girlfriend!

The bachelor Lestrade was restless inwardly.

His two capable subordinates were arranged to guard in London, and only he followed Shylock to Egypt.Mycroft's order.

He had to obey the orders of his superiors, Lestrade muttered, and opened the glass door gently.Sherlock was deep in thought, clasping his hands together under his chin, staring down at the phone on the table in front of him.

Suddenly said: "Go out."

Lestrade ignored his temper, turned and closed the door.Outside the glass room, there were office workers holding coffee, watching the two of them whispering together.

"Sherlock..."

"No news yet?"

"News, what news?" Lestrade was puzzled. "The tracker was cut off, we lost Wu Zhen's whereabouts, and her life and death may be unknown."

"Grey, your head can't think." Sherlock looked at Lestrade with his beautiful smoky eyes with sapphire blue eyes.Lestrade, anticipating what was to come, would laugh at him before telling him the truth.

It doesn't matter, Lestrade touched the back of his neck with a face of resignation.

"Moriarty's target is me. He won't attack Wu Zhen until he defeats me or breaks me. He likes to make puzzles."

"But there is news that he was hired by other forces this time."

"I don't think those people will have any influence on Moriarty."

"As long as I cooperate with his game, Wu Zhen will be fine for the time being."

Lestrade lost his momentum, Sherlock was smart, he was smarter than all the office workers in this building combined.Though he had not treated him so well, ignoring his authority, Lestrade thought helplessly, there was always nothing he could do with the Holmes brothers.

"Any news at the moment?"

"Um...no."

"Then go out and don't disturb my thinking."

Lestrade closed the door, leaving Sherlock alone in the glass room to think.He dispersed the onlookers around the room and yelled at them fiercely: "Do your job!"

"Sir." A junior police officer handed him a letter. "A child gave me this letter, saying that he would give it to Sherlock Holmes. We don't seem to have such a person here."

"Give me the letter, and you can go." Lestrade frowned, full of majesty.Hand over the letter to Sherlock.

The envelope is very thin and tough. The cowhide envelope is too thick to see the contents clearly. Sherlock holds the envelope, compares it carefully against the light, and cuts it along the edge of the envelope with a paper knife. There is only one printed card inside. Bright red irregular polygons are printed on it.

Lestrade "What is this?"

"A sorcery, related to summoning mummies. Some cults use it as teaching splendor."

"Mummy? Then what are they trying to do to kidnap living people?"

"This is a sacrifice. Sacrifice requires sacrifice. In ancient times, animals were used as sacrifices, but cults believe in older and higher-level sacrifices, all of which are human sacrifices."

Sherlock paced the room, pursing his thin lips tightly.

"Hurry up."

"To be honest, it's amazing that she is still alive with you." Lestrade expressed his feelings while being worried.

ding ding---

The phone rang, the number was out of order, the location was unknown, and there were only four words on the text message:

221B

The text message came in an envelope, and Sherlock was puzzled.He picked up the phone and called Mycroft.

When the phone was connected, Sherlock immediately asked, "Did you do something wrong?"

Mycroft didn't know about it: "What?"

"SMS, the text message you just sent me."

"Brother, I always like to communicate by phone. It seems that your little reasoning has made a mistake."

Sherlock hung up the phone and said to Lestrade:

"Looks like we'll have to go back to London."

221B

Mycroft was waiting for them, sitting upright on the sofa with a haughty but polite smile.

"This letter is from you."

"Stop your idle games, Sherlock."

Sherlock was very angry, suppressed his anger, and spit out the words through his teeth: "I don't think this is a game."

"Everything is a game. You can't go to Egypt anymore." Mycroft lowered his eyes, holding the handle of the black umbrella, like holding a scepter, and his scepter reached only under his feet.He showed a slightly sad look: "Dear brother, my scope of authority is only in the UK. If I leave the UK, I will not be able to guarantee your safety."

"I don't need your protection."

"You don't need my protection." He repeated Sherlock's words, with a slightly teasing tone.Sherlock scoffed at the implications of his tone.

"Sherlock, you can't even keep your little girlfriend safe."

Sherlock turned around suddenly.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation." Mrs. Hudson walked into the room with a letter, looking unhappy. She was often worried about the juniors. "You two brothers should live in harmony. The atmosphere is too tense now."

"What's that?" Sherlock stared at the envelope.

She handed it to Sherlock. "A postman gave it to me. What's the matter, Sherlock?"

Mrs. Hudson learned from the news that Wu Zhen and his party were attacked, and she was at a loss for words. She knew that Sherlock was handling the case, but she still couldn't avoid asking.

"Okay, you can go out."

Sherlock changed his attitude when he took the envelope. Mrs. Hudson was an elegant lady. She stroked her chest to soothe her mind. Before leaving, she said:

"Sherlock, you can't do this to the elderly, I have a bad heart."

On the side, Mycroft said in the tone of an older brother teaching his younger brother, "Sherlock, Mrs. Hudson is right."

Sherlock laughed at him: "Stop messing around."

Mycroft's attitude towards Mrs. Hudson was not much better. He treated everyone with a cold and gentlemanly attitude, and treated everyone equally.Except Sherlock, his brother.

Sherlock opened the envelope carefully.

In the huge envelope, there is only a piece of wool.

The light shone on his pale skin, and he buried his face in the envelope, sniffing carefully with his hound-like nose.There was confusion in his eyes.

Half burnt wool, red rose perfume.

Mycroft couldn't stop Sherlock's plan, just as he couldn't stop Sherlock from leaving him and rushing to the laboratory.

Mycroft was standing alone in 211B with a black umbrella. After a while, he gracefully asked his assistant to pick him up.

"Sherlock." Jasmine followed Sherlock step by step. He was tall and had long legs, and he walked very fast. Jasmine couldn't keep up, she was almost trotting.

Jasmine's palms were a little wet, and she wanted to find some topics to talk about.

"Hey... well, how is Miss Zhen, how are you all?"

Sherlock opened the laboratory door swiftly. "She was kidnapped."

"That's too bad, did you call the police?" Jasmine didn't expect such an answer, and she said again: "I forgot, you don't need to call the police. I think I'd better go."

"No." Sherlock called to her. "I need your help."

"For example? What can I help you, just say."

Take a small wool sample and drip the reagent.

Sherlock bowed his head and watched the reaction through the microscope, still holding the dropper in his right hand, he straightened up, thoughtful.

"Rose."

He lists a word.

"grease."

"It's Australian wool."

Jasmine rubbed her hands aside: "How did you tell?"

"The ash from the burning of this wool is different from the ashes formed by different wools. There are many subtleties, such as different smells. This is very distinct from the residual smell attached to the wool. If it is not just burned from the clothes, it is This owner likes to use strong fragrances that last a long time."

He picked up the woolen envelope, like a hound searching for something by smell, his nostrils shrugging.

"Some kind of Tibetan incense, the smell is too mixed. I seem to have smelled this smell somewhere."

Sherlock closed his eyes. He wanted to enter his memory palace alone, so he let Jasmine out and closed the door.

Jasmine smiled helplessly, and went out with some kind of hesitation before she could say anything.

He must have smelled it somewhere.

Rose, oil, Tibetan incense, knitted wool.

Which ones have such properties, related or unrelated to him, who.

Sophie.It's her.

Sherlock opened his eyes, rushed downstairs, and hailed a taxi.

He came here a long time ago, with Wu Zhen.Sophie's divination shop has long been closed, and she has no relatives, so the house has to remain empty.

Sherlock looked around and observed a sweet spot. He climbed up to the second floor, pushed open the unlocked window, got in, and closed the window.The furniture is covered with white cloth, which looks like huge white ghosts.

The ground was covered with a thin layer of dust.

There is a series of footprints, come in from the main entrance, walk up to the second floor, the owner of the footprints rubbed the handle of the stairs, and then entered a room.

Sherlock opens the door of the room, and there is a crystal ball on the ground in the empty room, and a string of numbers is displayed on the base of the crystal ball: 3:47:06

It's a ticking time bomb.

A ticking time bomb with an easy switch that doesn't require much effort to dismantle.Just find it before it explodes, turn off the switch, and you'll be fine.Otherwise, pound!

A "guess how much time is left" mini game.

Hmph, interesting.

Sherlock picked up the crystal ball.Or it is more like a transparent glass sphere with a card floating inside.

Tarot, Priestess.

The author has something to say: Hmm... It's been so long since the update, not many people read it...

If the liver explodes, it will probably be finished before Christmas, and maybe there will be a Christmas special.