[Shen Xia] Tricked away a big detective

Two months later, a piece of news shocked the whole of London. The famous consulting detective—Sherlock Holmes turned out to be a complete liar!The reason why he can easily solve so many unresolved cases is because he planned them all by himself!What an elaborate deception!Self-directed and self-acted so many appalling cases, just to make himself famous.Overnight, Britain's smartest consulting detective turned into a mad criminal. The blog of his partner, Dr. Watson, was full of abusive comments. , as the major newspapers published the news of "Fake Genius Suicide", some people applauded, some people sighed, but slowly, ordinary citizens also gradually forgot about this matter, and only mentioned it occasionally, as It's just a chat with some entertainment gossip.

In a certain room of the Diogenes Club, Mycroft was holding a book, reading it fascinated, but the female secretary beside her was very disturbed. She opened her mouth to say something several times, but she never asked.It wasn't until Mycroft couldn't stand her eager eyes and motioned for her to speak directly that she couldn't help asking: "Sir, is Shirley useful? We have sent so many people before, but the gentleman just glanced at her." I figured it out."

Mycroft closed the book and replied: "It's useful, absolutely no problem." As he spoke, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "After all, Shirley is a born liar."

There are many homeless people in London. They have their own organizations and strongholds in various areas, and they have their own class divisions according to factors such as age, gender, and skill.Sherlock was wearing a dirty frock coat, his gray hair was hanging down in front of his eyes because he hadn't trimmed it, his face that hadn't been shaved for several days and the wrinkles from makeup made him look ten years old at least, he hooked his waist Standing in a dark alley, no matter who walked by, this decadent homeless old man would not be able to recognize that this decadent homeless old man was the consulting detective who died some time ago.Although his and Mycroft's plan was to use his death to lure out Moriarty's remnants, he still refused to listen to the fat man and left England. Before that, he still had one thing to settle.

Sherlock has been in this homeless group for almost a month. A few months ago, when he was nesting in 221B and shooting a gun at the wall, he knew that some people in this homeless group had an indescribable relationship with a certain wealthy businessman. However, the various cases that Moriarty provoked at that time left him with no time to spare, so he could only tell the waifs of the Baker Street squad to keep an eye on some suspicious people as much as possible.

And now, the most difficult Moriarty has been solved. If Sherlock is to go directly to another country, then this unsolved mystery will always haunt him. style.So, not long after the death of the great detective, another homeless old man appeared on the streets of London, but no one noticed.

"Hey! Dick and the others are back!" Someone shouted at the entrance of the alley, and the homeless people sitting and standing in the alley raised their heads to look at the entrance of the alley.

A tall man was riding a bicycle unsteadily into the alley, and a black-haired girl was sitting in the front seat. Seeing everyone looking at her, she stretched out her left hand and shook a stack of pounds proudly.

A yellow-haired man beside Sherlock smiled: "It seems that they have gained a lot tonight!"

Dick stopped the car, and the girl in the front seat jumped down lightly. She was wearing a black vest, a pair of denim shorts, and a large sports coat, which was obviously not her own clothes.A middle-aged man squatting on the ground looked at her white calf and couldn't help reaching out his hand to touch it, but the girl kicked her hand away mercilessly and stepped on the back of his hand mercilessly.

"Ah! You bitch!" The middle-aged man yelled, stood up and wanted to attack the girl. Before he could make a move, Dick, who had parked the car, grabbed his head and slammed it against the wall: "Donsk, don't you!" Take care of your hands, don't try to touch these things that don't belong to you!"

Sherlock, as a member who just joined this homeless organization, is also a cowardly middle-aged man who is set to be 47 years old. His status was very low at the beginning, and children of seventeen or eighteen in this organization could bully him. He never speaks easily when it is not necessary, but as a consulting detective who can tell at a glance how old the other party is and is still peeing his pants, he can always say the right words at the most appropriate time, which can be called In just a few weeks, he had won some of the trust of the leader of the organization, Dick.

"Old Peter, come here!" Dick greeted Sherlock.

Peter Coster, Sherlock's current name, walked slowly over to Dick, who was carefully helping the brunette to take off her coat.Sherlock looked at the girl's slow movements and asked, "What happened?"

Dick cursed in a low voice, and replied: "That guy is a martial arts instructor, damn it, if I hadn't followed him today, he would have almost died!"

The black-haired girl stretched out her right hand impatiently in front of Sherlock: "It seems to be broken, please help me see."

Sherlock held her arm and pressed it a little: "It's just twisted." Then one by one, pulling and pulling, the girl grunted and shook her hand.

"Shake it lightly!" Sherlock pressed the girl's injured place again to confirm that it was all right, and looked at Dick: "It still hurts a bit, it's best not to go out and do this kind of thing in the next month."

This kind of thing is the fastest way for this homeless gang to get money. A few girls in the gang will dress up in the evening or late at night and stand on the street. Rack your guests when their vigilance is most let down.If there are Huaxia people in this gang, then they will know that this scam is called Xianrentiao.

The brunette was the prettiest girl in the gang, and she had always had the best business, and Sherlock asked her not to do it for a month, not to mention the other bums, not even the girl herself: "One Month? After not working for so long, old Peter, will you give me money?"

Sherlock didn't bother to answer her at all, but Dick, after hearing this, thought for a few seconds and said, "Scotland Yard has been keeping a close eye on it recently, and Reid and the others were almost taken over by a nest a few days ago. Let's avoid the limelight and be more honest! Fulla, just stay and recuperate by yourself, and do whatever you want, as long as nothing happens!"

Fulla—that is, the black-haired girl made a grimace, and walked towards the entrance of the alley with a jump.

"It's getting dark! Where are you going!" Dick asked, frowning.

Fulla didn't look back: "I'm going to have a glass of wine! Don't break the law!"