[Shen Xia] Tricked away a big detective

The next day, both of them slept until almost noon, and both of them were unwilling to speak first.Fulla ate the dry slices of bread and drank a glass of water, then lay down on the dining table and stared at Sherlock.

Sherlock turned and ate his (last) omelette slowly, and Fulla stared at him with good eyes, and he simply took the plate to the balcony.Fulla bared her teeth at his back, what a cheapskate this is!Can't even give her half of it!

This time, the two of them could only take the bus to Brant's residence. Along the way, Fulla was three steps away from Sherlock, pretending that she was not with him. After getting off the bus, there was a fried chicken vendor next to the platform. The small stall, Fula smelled the smell, and suddenly felt that the bread in the morning was for nothing.She took one step at a time and slowed down to three steps, Sherlock was far away and she was still there reluctantly.

Fulla was wearing very simple clothes today, and the shop owner saw that she thought she was still a student, so he took out some freshly fried French fries and motioned her to try them.Fulla waved her hand: "No, no, I don't have any money."

"It's okay, try it, it's just out of the pan!" The shop owner was very enthusiastic, so Fulla smiled sheepishly, and stretched out her hand to grab two French fries to satisfy her craving.

Before touching the French fries, he stretched out a hand to stop her halfway: "Sorry, my sister, she has a problem here, I'll take her away!" Sherlock pointed to Fulla's head and said to the shopkeeper , and then forcibly dragged her away.

"Why, why, what!" Fulla shook off Sherlock's hand, "You're trying to make things difficult for me, right?"

"That's right!" Sherlock looked down at Fulla, "And you started it first."

"Shall I start first?" Fulla laughed angrily, "Who am I doing to throw away those things? If I had known you were being so unreasonable, I might as well have sold them for money!"

"And come back with a wad of counterfeit banknotes?" Sherlock looked around, took Fulla to a bench and sat down: "Listen to me, Brant is not at home right now, I'll go up and look for someone else by myself." There are no clues, you are here to help me watch, if he comes back, call me directly. Do you still remember his appearance!"

Fulla nodded and slapped him.

"Why?" Sherlock looked at her inexplicably.

"Give me some money, I want to eat, otherwise it would be strange for me to sit here alone! I need disguise props!"

Sherlock raised his chin slightly: "This is money for us to go home later."

Fulla was silent, her slap almost hit Sherlock's chin.

Sherlock couldn't help laughing, took out a banknote and handed it to Fulla: "Eat well, I'll walk back later!"

Fulla took the money and ran to the fried chicken stand: "I promise to complete the task!"

She was sitting on a bench, gnawing on a chicken leg.Alas, it's really not as good as one day after another. Now eating a chicken drumstick has become a luxury.well!She simply put one foot up and stepped on the stool, or ask Linda to borrow a skirt, she seems to enjoy the feeling of being a loser asking her for help, but what about Sherlock?Could it be that he lent his boyfriend out to change his skirt?I wonder if Linda is willing?

Just thinking about these messy things, she suddenly noticed that Brant was walking towards the house with a bag of things.She quickly took out the phone: "Hello! He's back!"

"So fast?" Sherlock seemed to be typing on the keyboard: "Find a way to hold him back, just three minutes."

"Huh?!" Before Fulla could speak, Sherlock hung up the phone.Fulla watched Brant get closer and closer, looked at the half-eaten chicken leg, and walked directly towards him.

"Ouch!" Fulla slammed into Brant's body, and the chicken leg in her hand was covered with oil.

"How do you walk!" Brant pushed Fulla away at once: "Don't you have eyes!"

Fulla was pushed to the ground, and when she looked up and saw the chicken leg fell to the ground, she burst into tears: "Chicken leg! You pay me for the chicken leg!"

Brant was suddenly hugged by the girl in front of his leg. He kicked hard, but couldn't kick the dog skin plaster away: "Get out!"

Fula, the dog-skin plaster, hugged his calf tightly, and smeared tears and snot on him: "The chicken leg that my brother bought for me! You dropped it!"

There are more and more people watching the excitement nearby. As an insider, the owner of the fried chicken shop explained to the people who eat melons: "This girl is pitiful, her head is not very good, but she is quite sensible. Her brother taught her not to be casual. Eat other people's food!"

Brant was very wronged. He just went to the supermarket, but his clothes were soiled, and he was also entangled by a silly girl. Are fools really strong?He can't get away from her at all!A group of people next to them pointed at them, and he could only take out a [-] bill from his pocket and hand it to Fulla: "Here's the money, you can buy it yourself, as much as you want!"

Fulla took the money while crying, imitating the method Sherlock taught her, squeezed it, and it was fake money again!She turned her mouth and cried even louder: "I don't want it! A chicken leg costs 5 yuan, and there is a 1 on it, you lied to me!"

The people watching the fun laughed and sympathized with this silly girl, and someone suggested: "You can just take out 5 yuan, she doesn't know how to count!"

Brandt just wanted to escape from this place of right and wrong quickly. He searched all over his body, only found two 50s, and handed them to Fulla: "Take it, take it! Don't pester me!"

Fulla grabbed the money and threw it on the ground, but she still refused to let it go: "My brother hasn't come back yet, he forbids me to take other people's things casually!"

Brant was going crazy. If there were not too many boring people around, he would have knocked this fool out with one punch.He shouted at the crowd: "Who is her brother! Take this fool away!"

Fulla's face was flushed from crying, and the melon-eaters next to her laughed and persuaded her, until Sherlock finally rushed over and hugged her in his arms: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm back!"

Fulla turned around and threw herself into Sherlock's arms, buried her head and began to play dead.

Brant was finally let go. He didn't know if it was an illusion. He felt a dull pain in his calf, and there was a dull pain of bruising.He looked around and cursed: "Watch out for your little idiot!" Then he broke through the crowd and ran upstairs.

After watching the fun, the people around dispersed.Sherlock also patted Fulla's back lightly: "It's almost done."

Fulla wiped her face: "Ah! I think I'm going to dry up my tears these two days."

Looking at Fulla's painted face, Sherlock couldn't help laughing: "You really work hard every time you act!"

"Who am I doing this for?" Fulla picked up the two 50 yuan that she had lost before, and shook them in front of Sherlock: "Let's go, take a taxi and go home!"

With a windfall, Fulla excitedly ran into the supermarket downstairs to buy some food.After she brought all these trophies home, Sherlock was already sitting in front of the computer, studying the materials copied from the police station and Brant's house.

She gently put the food into the refrigerator, and gently lay back on the sofa. Every time Sherlock concentrates on studying the case, it is the most harmonious time for them. She just plays with the phone quietly. Do your best.

Until she woke up after taking a nap, it was almost dark outside, and Sherlock was writing and drawing on a pile of paper.Fulla stood up and stretched, walked into the kitchen, put a piece of quick-frozen pizza she bought earlier into the microwave, made a new cup of coffee for Sherlock, and stood beside him: "How is it?"

"I'm only short of the last clue, and I can put the whole thing together!" Sherlock looked energetic: "The three people who died, one participated in the production of the counterfeit/coin mold, and the other concocted the coin on the banknote. Special paints, one was in charge of drawing. But because they quit halfway, they were killed in order to keep it completely secret. The last person who died was the painter. The murderer was a gambler. After he was arrested, he admitted that he was hired by someone. As for the hired Who is the author, he can not provide detailed information. Brandt is one of the buyers of the counterfeit banknotes. His information shows that the banknote printing point is in this city, and the transaction location is uncertain. Every time he needs to buy , you need to call the contact person one week in advance to apply."

"Who is the connector?" Fulla asked.

"This is the missing link now." Sherlock flipped through Brant's records: "He bought counterfeit banknotes twice, with an interval of one and a half months in between. I checked his call records in those few days, and now call In the past, they were all empty numbers, which means that the contact method of the contact person is not fixed, there must be some other code between them, and they can know the contact method of the contact person."

"Is there any other way to communicate online?" Fulla thought hard, "Such as email?"

"No, no, no." Sherlock operated the computer and opened an interface: "This is the forum with the most logins using Brant's network. Look at this post." He clicked in, and it was just a very ordinary forum. In the news post, he opened a person's profile picture and wanted to send a private message, but a password box was displayed: "I suspect this is their way of contacting. Through this private message, I can get the latest phone number of the contact person."

Fulla nodded: "You are so cautious!"

Sherlock stood up and stretched his body, just as the microwave oven dinged, Fulla quickly brought out the pizza: "Eat, eat!"

Sherlock picked up a piece and put it in his mouth: "I hate instant food." He glanced at Fulla, who was eating happily, with disgust, and rubbed her head: "You are easy to feed."

Fulla was busy eating and just shook her head, Sherlock sneered and picked up the coffee.

After a good night's rest, and finally stopped eating dry bread, Fulla was revived and went to work the next day.I heard that the party is scheduled for next Friday night. Alas, there is only one and a half weeks left. It seems that she can't attend the party beautifully with Sherlock on her arm.

During lunch, the girls were chattering about what to wear. One girl asked Fulla, "What are you going to wear?"

Fulla smiled: "I haven't made up my mind yet."

The girl said affectionately: "I didn't think about it, why don't we go shopping this week!"

Fulla forced a smile: "I may have something to do, so I can't go shopping with you, I'm sorry."

The girl smiled indifferently, and continued to discuss with other people. When Fulla went to throw out the trash, a group of people whispered again: "It must be that Fulla's boyfriend didn't give her money to buy clothes, you see Look, when the time comes, she definitely doesn't have the right clothes to participate in!"

"I think so too!" Another colleague said, "Fula wears cheap clothes every day. If she is not good-looking, what would she look like?"

"Hey, such a good girl, why is she not so smart!" A male colleague said angrily, "My girlfriend, all she wants is to ask me for money to buy, buy, buy! She's not as good-looking as Fulla!"

"Hey hey!" A few people laughed: "You have the ability to complain to your girlfriend!"

Fulla stood not far away, the corners of her mouth twitching.Please, can you lower your voice when you say bad things about people, it's the first time she feels that hearing too well is not a good thing.But they were right, they did not have a suitable dress.She glanced at her female colleague who was talking and laughing secretly, huh, wearing a big-name dress that is out of season, what a big deal!For her a few months ago, this brand of clothes took up half of her wardrobe!Also all the latest!

It seemed that she had been busy for only two days, and in the next week, she went to and from work at [-]:[-] and [-]:[-] every day. Sherlock would either research materials at home or go to the streets to find cases, until Fulla came home on Thursday night. After that, I found a skirt on the sofa.

Sherlock rarely sat on the sofa watching TV, she ran over and picked up the skirt: "Sir, is this for me!"

"I don't think anyone else in this room can wear this." Sherlock didn't raise his head: "The shoes are in the shoe cabinet, you can try them in the room, but I think the size I bought must be fine. "

Fulla smiled and hugged the skirt and was about to enter the room. After thinking about it, she bent down and hugged Sherlock: "Thank you, sir!"

Sherlock stared at the TV, and when Fulla entered the room, he curled his mouth and said softly, "You're welcome."

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Every time I write about the heroine's embarrassing scene, I can't stop...

--While in Baker Street, England

Client: "Sir, I can't find my cat!" "Sir, my husband seems to be cheating!" "Sir, I suspect that my child is not my own!"

Ask Detective Sherlock: "Bored, get out!"

--When renting out a house in the United States

Client: "Sir, I can't find my cat!" "Sir, my husband seems to be cheating!" "Sir, I suspect that my child is not my own!"

Breadwinner Sherlock: "Let's discuss the payment."