[Sherlock Holmes + Shenxia] Mirror Theory

The two of them taunted each other for a while, and Li Mingye and Sherlock lived together for another night, but neither of these two strange people felt uncomfortable.For Sherlock, even if he realizes that Shirley is a woman, he will not have any emotions.As for Li Mingye... She lived with Watson for so long in her previous life, and there was Mrs. Hudson in the house, so she was used to being calm.

As long as it's not a bed, it's no big deal!The old-fashioned gentleman from the nineteenth century thought so, and decisively sent Sherlock to sleep on the sofa.

The big detective who was occupied by doves innocently slept on the sofa with the quilt in his arms, while Ms. Li asked for a quilt and occupied Sherlock's room.When he woke up the next morning, Li Mingye was in good spirits, but his complexion and lips were a little pale because of his menstrual period.And Sherlock obviously didn't sleep well, and kept reaching out and kneading his neck and upper arms.

After breakfast, the landlord's family went to work, went to school, and the whole house became clean in an instant.Li Mingye turned around and changed his appearance again. He only stopped wearing heavy makeup and sent Sherlock to buy clothes for him.Sherlock looked at the woman in his pajamas. The coquettish and charming Li Rong had the calm and lively look that Shirley Lee had when he discovered the case. He couldn't help but be silent for a long time, and put the gun on.

He had only been there for more than an hour, but he always wondered if Moran would do something, and he never expected that the apartment he rented would be so lively—two police cars parked at the door, one of them Sitting in a police car was a man who was described as very tired and embarrassed. The police walked around, and even saw many of them.Sherlock's eyebrows twitched, and he had already made a judgment, and immediately pushed away the surrounding policemen and rushed into the room in three steps.

In the living room, Shirley, who was dressed as a glamorous stunner, was still wearing his pajamas, her face was pale and terrified, she was wrapped in a blanket, her eyes were softly red, leaning against a policewoman, as if she was about to cry at any moment.The policewoman comforted her. Lestrade sat across from her. Gleason and several police officers stood on the side. On the other sofa, two agents who lived next door were sitting, seemingly taking notes.

"..." Shocked by the "delicate and tearful" and "aggrieved and helpless" Shirley's brain slowed down a beat, and Sherlock couldn't help but stop.

Li Mingye saw him with sharp eyes, and immediately covered his mouth and screamed in her adjusted delicate French English: "Sherlock, why did you come back! If a kind neighbor didn't come in to help, your poor Morgana You never know what's going to happen!"

The whole room fell silent for a moment.Lestrade, Grayson, and the others all had strange expressions on their faces, and Sherlock could tell what thoughts were flashing through their minds at a glance—it was nothing more than "Sherlock actually has a girlfriend?" Sherlock still has a girlfriend!" "Where did this woman come from?" "God, Sherlock, are you sorry Shirley? I'll bring her to catch the rape later." (Still aggrieved and entrusted by Li Mingye Gleason who can't tell her whereabouts) and stuff like that.

Sherlock glanced, and in an instant the whole living room was in sight.

Open windows, footprints on the window frame - climb through the window and enter.

Shirley has bruises on her wrists and a disheveled collar - she was grabbed and didn't fight back.

The agent's knuckles were slightly red, his pajamas were wrinkled, and he was wearing dusty slippers—the agent noticed the situation in the living room and entered the room for rescue.

Conclusion: Moran's first wave of actions was stopped in time, and Shirley was acting again.

Sherlock, who was forced to be cast as an actor, drooped his eyelids, and when he looked up again, his face remained indifferent, but his cold eyes, which were usually as hard as ice with a transparent texture, revealed a touch of anxiety and concern. .He eagerly took a few steps forward and sat on the seat that the female policeman vacated. He gently wrapped his arms around Li Mingye's waist with one hand, and rubbed her bruised wrist with the other hand a few times. The speed was faster than usual: "No bone was hurt."

"Gentlemen, I know that Sherlock usually does some dangerous work, and I am happy to support him, but this is the first time I have encountered such a terrible thing!" "Mojana" sobbed in a low voice. , buried her face in Sherlock's chest - Sherlock believed it was just to cover up the fact that she wasn't actually crying. "The thief, the thug, the villain suddenly climbed in through the window, and then threatened and beat me inhumanely—"

Lestrade asked her dutifully: "Madam, would you..."

"Don't ask me!" "Morgana" screamed, "I'm a Frenchman, an Englishman did me harm, it's an international incident! I'm a victim, I need hot coffee, compensation and my boyfriend consolation!"

Sherlock winked at Lestrade, signaling them to go out first, while patting "Mojana" on the weak back.The shock and unbelievableness brought about by the incident of "Shirley threw herself into his arms" subsided in a very short time. He looked down at Shirley's hair and said to Lestrade: "Lestrade And Gleason, you go to the police station first, I'll be there later, and I'll take care of everything."

Lestrade, Grayson and the others had long been used to Sherlock's arbitrariness. Although they were full of curiosity, they obeyed Sherlock's order and led them away.Sherlock let go of his hand and planned to sit aside, but instead was hugged tightly by the woman in his arms.

Shirley rested her chin next to Sherlock's ear, breathing softly against his skin.Sherlock could almost feel a layer of goosebumps on his skin, and he was stunned for a moment, then he heard the woman's soft attitude and calm tone whisper: "Stand up, walk by the window, draw the curtains superior."

Moran's information flashed across Sherlock's mind, and it became clear instantly.He still let her go gently, and then strode over to pull the curtains.When he turned around, Li Mingye had already sat up straight, and was restrainedly arranging his hair and messy appearance.

"Did you think you were the first to be unlucky? Dear Sherlock, you are obviously wrong. Children know that persimmons have to be soft, and I am obviously the weaker of the two of us. Mr. Thief It's a coincidence that when I came in, I attracted the attention of the "good neighbor" next door, otherwise when you go home, you will see the gentle and lovely "Mo Jiana" who was "kidnapped" and left." Li Mingye giggled Laughing, eyes bright and excited - the once-sleuth was rekindled by a danger he hadn't encountered in a long time.She rubbed her hands together nervously, pinched her knuckles a few times, and was satisfied to find that they were as flexible and powerful as in her previous life.

Sherlock looked her up and down, and put the bought clothes on the sofa: "So what do you want me to do in your script? You definitely need me to go to the police station to interrogate the intruder, what about you? I Wouldn't believe you'd stay in the room quietly."

"After you come out of the police station, go to the Cavendish Club and act like an investigation. As for me, the action I arranged for myself is to take a few more puffs of cigarettes before the smoking ban is implemented. Then make a cup of hot coffee and read a professional botanical magazine."

Sherlock obviously didn't believe it.He sneered, and didn't bother to care too much: "I hope you really have self-knowledge and know that you are just a woman, Shirley."

Sherlock stood outside the interrogation room and listened to the interrogation inside.

The name of the intruder was Peter Garry, and he had a ferocious and cunning face, and he looked like a villain.Moreover, his way of responding to the interrogation was quite slippery, only willing to admit that he just wanted to burglarize at the time, but he didn't expect that there was someone in the house, and he was knocked down by the "good neighbor" who broke in before he could do anything.

"My God, police gentlemen, you can't seduce me! I'm a pauper who can only steal things for drinks, but I really didn't do anything to the beautiful French lady-well, I It's been less than five minutes since I've been in that house! What can I do!" Peter yelled loudly, rattling his handcuffs.

This made the policeman in charge of the interrogation very impatient-by experience, he thought that this Peter was undoubtedly the most shameless kind of little punk on the street, cunning and rogue, and occasionally sneaking.It's just that he and the freak Sherlock are more or less familiar, and he just wants to ask more about Sherlock's girlfriend.As a result, Peter, the man who broke into the house and committed atrocities, seemed to have been wronged by the world.

Sherlock stared at Peter for a while, then took out his phone and started to check something.And Lestrade stood beside him and asked him curiously: "Is your girlfriend okay?"

"..." There was a pause in the movement of the hands, and Sherlock glanced at him, "She's fine."

"I heard you had a girlfriend before, named Shirley?"

Sherlock got impatient: "Lestrade, hearing gossip about other people from Gleason will not help your IQ. Shirley has never been my girlfriend, and I have never had a girlfriend." Thoughts. Why can't this matter be discussed later?"

"What about your Morgana? She... oh, well, forget it, I won't talk about it." Lestrade looked at him with condemning eyes, "Sherlock, you are a man, you should learn to take responsibility." take responsibility."

"Sometimes I'm really curious about the structure of your brain! Morgana showing up at my house in pajamas doesn't mean anything, you'll know it later, I hope you don't watch too many soap operas in your spare time, these messy things seriously occupy you brain memory. As for Gleason, I know he once wanted to pursue Shirley, and I’m glad he dispelled the idea. The IQ gap between him and Shirley is big enough to form reproductive isolation. Is Shirley right? Might take him."

Sherlock put away the phone after a long series of words, pushed the door open and walked into the interrogation room.He was obviously not in a good mood, so his clear face looked even more indifferent, as hard and unshakable as a marble sculpture.He stared at Peter with sharp gray-green eyes: "If even a burglar in this world had to be qualified to have killed and embezzled other people's property, this London would become very interesting."

When he said a word, the room was instantly silent.Peter's ridiculous yelling stopped abruptly, and the policeman in charge of the interrogation and Lestrade who followed him were dumbfounded.After a while, Lestrade stammered and asked, "Sherlock, what did you say?"

Peter also immediately yelled louder: "This is slander! It's a complete slander! It's true that I don't have a lawyer now, but this doesn't mean that anyone can slander my reputation!"

"Erowing eyebrows and upper eyelids, tight eye bags, slightly stretched lips, constricted pupils - you're afraid, Peter Garry. What you're doing isn't seamless, and it's pretty simple to reason out if you really want to." Sherlock The speed of his speech was very fast, and each word jumped out of his mouth like nails, "You have dark skin, an anchor tattoo on your wrist, and the knots on your clothes are knots that only sailors can tie, but you look arrogant. Instigated, so I made you the chief mate or captain, and then I found out that you were once the captain of the 'Sea Unicorn', but you were fired by the company because of improper command in a rescue operation. But then you became very Rich, huge deposits in several banks, until you get hooked on gambling and drugs - don't ask why, Lestrade, I know you do. You can't see the veins in his arm though , but the edge of the sleeves is rolled up, look at the looming bruises on the veins! And the way he slapped the table and rubbed his fingers unconsciously! ——Gambling and drug use make you poor, at least you All the long-term income investments started to stop two months ago. So what are you still hiding? Why did you break into my house? Who instructed you to do this?"

"The murder and misappropriation of other people's property—"

"Are you brainless, Lestrade? I remember I mentioned a rescue operation. Peter Gary once received a distress signal from a ship owned by the owner of a securities company at sea, but during the rescue operation because of Peter Gary's command Improper, the owner of Dawson and Nergen and everyone on board died at sea! I believe Captain Gary found something during this rescue operation, because I followed the map and found that Captain Gary, who was expelled, returned to London A large amount of precious jewelry was suddenly sold on the underground black market. And more importantly, last night, the London Police Department received a call to the police that a young man named Patrick Kainz was missing, and this missing young man He used to be the first mate of the "Sea Unicorn". I guess Captain Gary's act of making money was not secretive, and was discovered by first mate Cairns, who had just returned to London after a voyage. , because his mother was suffering from leukemia—don’t look at me, look at my mobile phone, there are medical records on it!—need a sum of money, so he came to the former captain for extortion, and then he disappeared, except for being murdered Is there any other answer?!" (Adapted from "Black Peter", in the original text it was Peter Gary who died, but in this article Black Peter was helped by Moran.)

Lestrade and his little police officers were stunned, and even Gary didn't react—after Sherlock uttered a word, his face paled, and his lips under the thick black beard became even more pale. There was no blood left.He stared at Sherlock in horror for a moment, sweating profusely.Sherlock stared at Gary, and suddenly raised the corners of his beautiful mouth to reveal a vicious smirk: "I don't think we need to interrogate."

"What? Why..." Lestrade asked in surprise, before he finished speaking, he saw Peter yawned suddenly, and then his whole body trembled.The police chief with rich experience in handling cases immediately understood: "The D addiction broke out."

The captain, who was as cunning as a loach just now, twitched crazily like a live fish whose scales had been removed, and even slipped from the chair to the ground.He wailed miserably, and kept bumping his head against the corner of the table, tears and snot flowing all over the floor, sticking his vicious black beard together.The two police officers immediately went up to hold him down, but he seemed to have generated infinite power, and he overturned the two of them with one stroke, screaming pitifully: "God, give me something! Have mercy on me... Please Please, have mercy on me! I'm a villain, I'm a wretch, please..."

"Why did you break into my house?" Sherlock looked down at the XI drug addict who was struggling on the ground, and said indifferently: "Hold him down, don't let him self-mutilate—self-mutilation will dilute the physical pain of D addiction attack, for him Say, self-harm is much better."

The two policemen immediately followed suit, but Lestrade was taken aback by the coldness of Sherlock's words.To be honest, after knowing each other for more than a year, Sherlock has almost no emotions in front of him except for being extremely impatient with people whose intelligence and agility are lower than his - except, of course, the anticipation and enthusiasm for the case.In his heart, he often worries about whether Sherlock has some emotional flaws. After all, Sherlock is arrogant and unreasonable, so his worries are often unspoken.

This was the first time he could hear Sherlock's emotions from what Sherlock said. He was very sure that Sherlock was much more irritable and disgusted with Gary than usual. This disgust was very deep, even to the point of viciousness. degree……

So is it for Morgana's sake?Lestrade smiled knowingly in his heart.

"Don't think too much, Lestrade. I have the same attitude towards every scumbag whose brain size is not as big as a goldfish, and whose willpower is weaker than an earthworm." Sherlock glanced at Lestrade and immediately Clean up for yourself.He gave Lestrade an annoyed look: "Shut up your self-satisfied gossip! It's because you're always thinking wildly, always focusing on unimportant things, that led to Scotland Yard's year before I came to London. Three murders remain unsolved."

Lestrade curled his lips, imitating Sherlock and showing a haughty and dismissive expression: "To cover up, Sherlock."

Sherlock sneered: "I always feel like I'm in a fishbowl every time I go to Scotland Yard, and you bear the brunt of it."

Lestrade, who was personally attacked, was quite calm-if the younger Gleason could get used to it, then the older Lestrade would have a tolerant and humorous attitude towards Holmes-style venom spraying.In his opinion, Sherlock is not much different from a child who is always at odds.

While the consulting detective and the sheriff were bickering with each other, the two officers were sweating and held Gary down and tied him to a chair.Gary struggled and howled, tears, snot and saliva flying everywhere.He screamed: "Please have mercy on me... oh no, damn XXXXX's French BIAO son, if it weren't for someone meddling, I would have taken the money..."

"You've been paid to threaten that French woman?" Sherlock keenly grasped the point of Gary's babbled yell.

Gary didn't hear Sherlock's question at all.His voice fluctuated from time to time, as loud as a roar of thunder, as small as a whisper, with confusing tenses and vulgar words: "Bitch, BIAO, fuck... oh, my money, my baby medicine! Smelly BIAO son, I didn't do anything at all, just entered...she was mourning...he let me in...he lied to me, my precious medicine!"

Sherlock suddenly realized something.

Peter Garry was just an outcast—no doubt Moran had something on Garry, either of the origin of the jewels he had sold, or of his crime of killing Cairns, and they were apparently Known by the DU field.And Moran sent the DU sucker to break into the apartment in order to divert the tiger away from the mountain.

It would be best if Gary could take Shirley away, and it would be fine if he couldn't, because Moran must have followed Sherlock and arranged for Gary to break into the apartment when Sherlock was about to go back.

Moran's purpose was obviously not just threats. What he wanted to do was to lure Sherlock to the police station, so he sent the cunning Peter Gary to delay the time. As a result, Gary's D addiction broke out. He blurted out clues.

Sherlock suddenly felt his heart beat a beat slower.

The agent closest to the apartment had just come to the police station with the car to take notes. The vicinity of the apartment was almost a vacuum, and there was an omission in the protection circle—he, Sherlock Holmes, was the protection target of these people.

And Shirley... she's still in the apartment.

He immediately turned his head and strode out of the interrogation room, and said to Lestrade in a hasty tone: "Quickly check the surveillance, the one near my apartment—has Morgana gone out?" He quickly sent a text message past.

After a while, the phone beeped, Sherlock glanced at it, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

FromShirley Lee: "Toolate."

Sherlock didn't try to call back at all, he knew that the phone must be turned off, and the phone card might even be pulled out.He walked a few steps towards the monitoring room and stopped suddenly - Lestrade behind him almost bumped into him.

Lestrade poked his head and saw this message—although he didn't understand what was going on, he immediately thought of the sudden appearance of "Mojana". From this point of view, Lestrade is one of Scotland Yard's most One of the few brighter ones.He quickly asked, "What happened?"

Sherlock's complexion changed several times, and finally completely cooled down.He suddenly evoked a smile - a very mocking, even a little angry smile, which made his handsome and proud face look a bit hideous.He sneered, his voice almost squeezed out from between his teeth: "The second time."

"what?"

"We are going to investigate the fire incident at the card club a few days ago - this is just her excuse, her goal is Sebastian Moran." Sherlock put away all the emotions that were released, which made Tingba The indifferent young man looks sharper and more edgy.He didn't want to say anything at all, so he walked out of the police station quickly and raised his hand to hail a taxi.

He has a bigger role to play in Shirley's double-leader.Sherlock thought as he sat in the taxi, closed his eyes and began to organize all their conversations about Sebastian Moran last night.

Sebastian Moran rose to fame in Afghanistan, and he can be called the army's number one sharpshooter. This is no exaggeration. □□Killed countless TA Liban fighters and J ground organization members, such remarkable military exploits even made him promoted to colonel.But it is very miraculous that this young colonel returned to the UK last year.

According to Sherlock's computer technology, it can be seen that Sebastian Moran became more and more murderous and bloodthirsty in the second half of his time in Afghanistan. He even did NUE to kill prisoners-it is for this reason, He was deported to England, but according to his psychiatrist, he suffered from severe war symptoms.

Even a good upbringing and a sniper's calmness and rationality could not conceal his murderous nature. During the process of psychotherapy, he expressed vague aggression countless times.At the later stage of the treatment, although the psychiatrist thought he was healed, both Sherlock and Shirley agreed that he just knew how to hide better and became more dangerous.

This dangerous Mr. Colonel is obviously a good marksman and a gun lover-except for Dubo, he spends his days in women's beds and in several shooting clubs.Sebastian Moran's name is well-known among shooting enthusiasts in London, he has even won a lot of competitions, and many people think he should go to the Olympics.Moreover, he has a wide range of contacts and has many followers around him.

It's a pity that the aftereffects of the war ruined him, so that he had to use his ingenuity to kill people.Shirley didn't hesitate to think that Adel must have been killed by Moran, and once the road of depravity started, it couldn't be stopped.

If Moran did kidnap Shirley, his depravity clearly started earlier than they thought - just look at Moran's henchmen!An extremely cunning Peter Gary, Moran abandoned him as an outcast, which shows that he has more useful talents!

Shirley is right, Moran is really an old wolf.

Sherlock took a deep breath, abandoning the excitement and slight anxiety that arose in his heart because of his new opponent.Suddenly remembering that she was once again put into her secondary layout by Shirley, she couldn't help but sneered again.

I hope this woman is a little self-aware and doesn't take it off.he thought.

As his only friend to Sherlock Holmes, he didn't want to collect her body.

At this time, Li Mingye was blindfolded, with a gun pointed at his stomach, and got out of a car.

Even then, her gait was very deliberate.She is wearing a long dress that looks very simple at first glance, with a simple black one-line collar and narrow sleeves. It fits the contours of the upper body and the tight waistline, but on the contrary, it highlights the large skirt that spreads from the waist. .She has a calm demeanor and a lazy demeanor, still wearing the enchanting and charming face of "Mojana", but her simple clothes have a compelling beauty.

She even had the leisure to ask the person next to her with a gun against her: "It looks like I'm going to see Mr. Moran? I can't see anything now, please help me see if there is anything inappropriate about me .”

The man holding the gun was a little speechless, and stretched out the barrel of the gun in his hand threateningly—this was a very intimate action in the eyes of others, and no one knew how much murderous intent it contained.He sneered: "Is there something wrong with your woman's mind?"

Li Mingye chuckled and said: "You are so rude, sir. Instead of giving me anesthesia, you blindfolded me, changed three cars along the way, ran around the city of London twice, and finally came to The Oxford Street end of the Garden Road—I think, I don’t know London very well—oh! I remembered, the Collins Gunners Club? It should be here. You originally planned to drive to the suburbs, because the oil The sign on the watch was full, had just been added, and then changed its mind and started a laborious detour—I guess it was because someone wanted to see me. It's not a hard guess to make."

The gunman fell silent, simply stopped talking, and pushed her into the elevator in the underground parking lot.

Sherlock threatened the taxi driver to run a red light and quickly returned to his rented apartment.He had already made an inference before getting out of the car.

The door was closed but not locked, and there was no sign of violent break-in—opening the door actively + threatening with a gun.

Possibility—First, if kidnapping, someone will come by car, the parking place is very close to the apartment, and there are two suitable parking places nearby, the street at the entrance and the back alley.Second, the threat, the visitor and Shirley are still in the apartment, have at least one gun, and the number of people is less than two.

Sherlock put his hands in his pockets and held his own gun, and opened the door lightly and cautiously - as soon as he opened the door, a gentle and soft scent flew towards his nose with wisps of smoke. end.

He raised his eyebrows, and saw the empty living room at a glance—the most expensive bone china tea set in the landlord's house was still on the coffee table, with cold black tea brewing.And the window towards the back alley was still open, but the smell in the room lingered for a long time——he turned his gaze to the Chinese-style celadon Boshan stove aside, this incense burner, which was still emitting wisps of smoke, belonged to Shirley, and was owned by her parents. Sent from China.

He closed his eyes before he felt a slight relaxation of his nerves, and after a while he smiled.

Li Mingye, who finally saw the light of day again, was sitting on the sofa with a dignified posture—you know, if a woman wants to maintain a dignified and elegant posture when her right hand and right leg are handcuffed to the sofa post, then this woman really has to be a little ability.Li Mingye almost rummaged through the memories of her previous life before she found a suitable sitting posture for her current personality.

Sitting across from her was a man in a military coat.This man is about 30 years old, with a tough and handsome face, a well-groomed beard, and a pair of blue eyes with a cold temperament that is unambiguous.He looked like a ruthless soldier who had gone through iron and blood killings, but he sat in a lazy posture, with one leg folded on the knee of the other leg, showing a casual posture.

At this moment, the man was looking at Li Mingye with great interest, and smiled slightly: "Miss Morgana, good day, my lord, Sebastian Moran."

"Call the surveillance and get the most sensitive police dog in London, Lestrade." Sherlock ordered Lestrade who rushed to the apartment, and hung up the phone at the same time.He just called the informant he arranged on the dark web to pay close attention to whether there is any news left for him on the dark web.

"Okay, what do you want us to do?"

"Bring the police dog and smell this incense. This incense is a spice mailed by Shirley's parents from China. It is manually prepared with an ancient recipe. The name is "Chunxiang Fang". The materials are exquisite and the fragrance lasts very long Long-term, and very strong attachment. The kidnappers will definitely change cars through the monitoring blind spot. Where there is monitoring, we will check the monitoring, and where there is no monitoring, we will use police dogs. In addition, you can bring a few smart policemen to pull the police dogs here. Take a look at a few places." Sherlock quickly reported several addresses, including the Collins Gunners Club, Moran's house, Moran's residence in the suburbs, several other shooting clubs, and an underground DU field.

"Okay, I'll arrange it right away." Lestrade paused, and then gave him another look with a tangled expression - that expression was too tangled and meaningful, and Sherlock could see Lestrade's thoughts at a glance .

"Shirley is not my girlfriend, put away your dirty thoughts, Lestrade!"

"What did Mr. Moran plan to do with me?" Li Mingye smiled and took the black tea that Moran made for her—it was the Darjeeling black tea that she drank half of when she was kidnapped an hour ago, but The quality is much higher than the ordinary tea from the landlord's house.

"Auction, I will auction you, my dear. There are many people on the Internet who would like a stunning beauty like Miss Morgana very much." Moran said unhurriedly.

Li Mingye took a sip of tea, her smile remained unchanged: "Unfortunately, on the way, Mr. Moran found that you would like me more than those people on the Internet, so he had to give up making that money?" She put it down gently Teacup, explained very calmly: "Your pupils are slightly dilated, eyelids are constricted, your words are repeated, and your voice is raised——in front of a lady, it is extremely indecent to have sexual fantasies about her in your mind. behavior."

Moran paused for a moment, but smiled in an instant.He smiled and said, "I'm more interested in you. At first, I thought, if the big detective who caught Morgan would stop, I'd give you back to him...but now I don't think so anymore .”

"You won't like me, Mr. Moran—who would? I can tell by looking at you that you have three lovers at once, were at the fight club this morning, and lost a horse race yesterday. A sum of money, and there are no servants at home." Li Mingye sighed, and noticed with satisfaction that Moran's pupils constricted, and his lips and chin relaxed. "I surprised you?"

"Indeed...you surprised me." Moran rubbed his chin, and the interest in his eyes grew stronger.He smiled and said, "What else do you know?"

"Near the Collins Gunners Club, Sherlock!" Lestrade yelled at Sherlock, who was sitting in the back of the police car, holding up the phone.

"Ha! I knew it, the Collins Gunners Club. Stop! You idiot, you want to drive over there in a police car? Lestrade, send the plainclothes first - if you can't, I'll call Mycroft!" Sherlock Jumping off the police car, he raised his hand to hail a taxi while sorting out the clues in his mind.

Moran brought people to the Collins Gunners Club, which shows that he has absolute control over the club-this is not good for the police. Yes, they probably all have guns.This matter was beyond Lestrade's ability to handle.

At this moment, there was only one person he could think of and trust.

Sherlock took a deep breath - he needed to calm down.

You have to be calm when calling Mycroft, or you might end up breaking up—he might be able to promise his brother something in exchange, like going home for Christmas and calling mom more than half the time every week hours and such.

Finally, he took out his mobile phone and dialed the number—after three beeps, he got through.

"Mycroft, I need help." He closed his eyes and said coldly.

After a moment of silence, Mycroft's deep and deep voice on the other end of the phone carried a hint of a smile: "Sherlock, what am I talking about? You will need my help sooner or later."

Li Mingye estimated the time and considered his words in his heart.

But Moran rang for a man in waiter clothes who refilled her a steaming cup of coffee.He smiled very kindly and said, "Have a cup of coffee first, Miss Morgana."

Li Mingye sighed in his heart, knowing that he couldn't drag on any longer.Sherlock came too soon.

"Mr. Moran, it's a waste of talents to have a surgeon who is proficient in shooting, kickboxing, and surgery, and has a very good salary, wear a waiter's clothes just to serve a cup of coffee. And it’s unprofessional, and it’s a physician who needs to be instructed to take strong sleeping pills.” She said quickly, her keen eyes on the waiter’s dressed