[Sherlock Holmes + Shenxia] Mirror Theory

It snowed heavily on Christmas Eve, and fluffy velvet fell from the sky one after another. The air was filled with the chill and the warm color of food.Mrs. Holmes was busy cooking the Christmas Eve dinner, and Mr. Holmes was also baking some desserts in the kitchen. Two consulting detectives who knew nothing about cooking sat beside the fireplace with a book in their hands.The more sophisticated young lady at least knew how to make a pot of coffee for the two old men, while the young detective was completely obsessed with books.

—That was the scene that greeted Mycroft Holmes.

"Long time no see, Miss Li, happy Christmas Eve." Mycroft opened the door and walked in, putting away the umbrella and inserting it into the umbrella tube on the side.He was still well-dressed, with a decent three-piece suit and a coat that looked very expensive at first glance, and his whole body was full of the aura of a cold and capable superior.But this temperament with the chill of the night wind was washed away the moment he entered the door. Mycroft glanced at the kitchen. At this moment, the high-ranking government official seemed to have faded from his usual glory and turned into a Ordinary, intelligent British man, even looks quite temperamental.

—if he didn't have the double chin and belly.

"Mycroft?" Sherlock looked over with his now icy blue-gray eyes.He raised his eyebrows and showed a dry smirk, which was full of mockery and malice without any real emotion. "Mom, come out and have a look! Is this fat man who weighs at least 180 catties, ate roast chicken for lunch, and even ate chocolate mousse on the way here, is it your eldest son!"

"That's very rude, Sherlock. I think Mycroft weighs less than 180 pounds, and it's been less than a week since we last met, and he's only gained three pounds at most. As a logician, you have to be objective Treat every fact seriously." Li Mingye made up the knife with a chuckle.

Mycroft was still grinning and looking rather generous.He glanced at Sherlock, and said leisurely: "I don't need to do some physical work anymore, Sherlock, be lenient with me—compared to Mike Lee, I think my figure is still pretty good good."

Li Mingye thought about the recent photos sent by his brother who was far away in China, and couldn't help but fell into silence... Li Weiwei is already a tall and fat image of 200 catties, and he can't see the good genes of the Li couple at all.In other words, she still has a way to fight back, but she can't answer this at all.She snorted, and died down: "It seems that you have already met?"

"It's just a video. Your brother is deeply concerned about your safety, Shirley. McVitie and Moriarty can't make it out for now, but they still won't give up—you know Sherlock's apartment Who is the opposite door?"

Sherlock interrupted: "Isn't that your person? Soldier cocoons, earphone prints, cut-cuts, muscles trained with purpose. Special forces turned agents?"

"It's not mine anymore, you two." Mycroft sat down on the sofa, and the traditional British fabric sofa let out an overwhelmed groan (anti-harmony).He put away his amiable smile because of his weight gain, and at that moment revealed his original coldness again.In a way, if Sherlock was only indifferent, Mycroft was truly ruthless.He was born as a human being, but he does mechanical things. The natural strategist, the king of agents, and the temperament of a superior endowed him with a unique ruthless and unshakable look.

But at this moment, the former agent who climbed to the top with the fastest posture in the history of MI6 reappeared his decisive side.He still sighed casually, but if an ordinary person stood in front of him, he would probably kneel down as soon as his knees softened, like a man seeing a tiger, or a poultry seeing a jackal.He even had a hint of an unfinished smile, and said in a very soft voice: "Someone bought him, if he hadn't had an accident halfway, I'm afraid he would have tracked you down here on the first day you came here." gone."

Sherlock and Li Mingye looked at each other, and the atmosphere was silent for a moment.After a second, the two people folded their legs almost simultaneously, and folded the fingers of their hands together to form a tower.It's just that the man stared at his brother with piercing eyes, while the woman half-raised her head towards the ceiling.

"When was his body found?" Sherlock asked.

"Mr. Teddy Rand's body was found in a wood three kilometers away from the Sherlock Holmes house. When he died, he was sitting in a car with the handbrake applied but not turned off. The cause of death was cyanide (anti-harmonic) poisoning. "Mycroft looked up towards the kitchen like a thief, then gently opened the briefcase and took out some information and photos of the scene.

Sherlock was about to reach out to take it when Mrs. Holmes screamed from the kitchen: "Oh my God! Mycroft! When did you come home? Why is there no sound at all? What is this?" thing……"

"No, Mom." - This is Sherlock who hastily withdrew his hand like an electric shock.

"Nothing, my dear mother."—This was Mycroft, who got up quite naturally to embrace Mrs. Holmes.By the way, when he greeted his mother with a warm smile, he didn't forget to slip the information in Li Mingye's hand.Then he hugged Mrs. Holmes very tenderly: "Mom, you are still young and beautiful as always. It seems that the vacations in the past few months have been very pleasant for you and father. Of course, you can try the tropical beach next time. A friend of mine owns a private island where the climate is very mild in terms of latitude and longitude..."

Sherlock rolled his eyes behind him, and muttered in a low voice: "Little man." Then he strode quickly to Li Mingye's side, held the back of the armchair with one hand, leaned down (anti-harmony) and whispered Urging: "Show me quickly, since this case is handed over to us, it might be a case like a Christmas present."

Li Mingye reprimanded lightly: "It's really inappropriate, Sherlock." But she obviously didn't care, and quickly flipped through some documents in her hand. "Autopsy report, pathology report, on-site report, on-site photos, interpersonal relationship report... This agent really doesn't live like an agent, and there is an insurance claim?"

Sherlock waited for her to read it, and took it one by one and flipped through it.He looked at it and said: "The cause of death is cyanide (anti-harmony) compound poisoning, there is poison residue in the throat, and there is an artificial gap between the first molar and the second molar on the right mandible? The IQ of these goldfish is getting less and less guaranteed. Now, they're trying to convince us that a seasoned Special Forces soldier must commit suicide while driving."

"How is that possible!" Li Mingye sneered, "Even the current Japanese agents don't know how to put penis on their teeth. Why did he have to commit suicide?"

"Wait a minute, between the first molar and the second molar on the right mandible... this phrase sounds familiar." Sherlock blinked suddenly and stood up straight.He was thinking hard, pacing constantly in front of the fireplace, his pale face showed an extremely anxious look.At this moment, Sherlock is like an anxious cat, with his back arched on his pads, extremely aggressive.

"I must have said that phrase! Where did I say it... this phrase, new discovery, the mouth of the corpse..." Sherlock muttered to himself, circling around and rubbing his temples with his hands.The young and handsome Mr. Sherlock Holmes looked extremely nervous at the moment, just like every time he went crazy for new knowledge.

"The mouth of the corpse? Case, crime scene, autopsy, forensic doctor—" Li Mingye tentatively mentioned several suspected keywords to help him search in his brain.

"Forensic doctor!" Sherlock stopped suddenly.He suddenly looked back, his gray-blue eyes seemed to be filled with sparkling fire, especially bright and joyful. "Anderson!" He couldn't hide his joyful smile, and couldn't help but hugged Shirley tightly—he almost followed his instinct to kiss, although it was only on the cheek, but he immediately realized his smugness.Mr. Detective stood up straight and coughed lightly: "I assume you still remember He Diego's body?"

Li Mingye raised his eyebrows and understood instantly.She half-closed her eyes, and the image in her mind was called out again.

——Sherlock knelt down halfway, and used his small magnifying glass to scan the gaps between the teeth in Mr. Corpse's wide-open mouth, and suddenly showed a really excited look, and raised his head and shouted at Lestrade: "The evidence Bag! Lestrade, your Scotland Yard is getting more and more hopeless! Look at his right mandible between the first and second molars!"  …

In an instant, the image in my mind freezes and turns into a vector map that can be enlarged.Her sharp gaze pierced He Diego's wide-open mouth for an instant, and fell on the same spot as Sherlock's gaze in his mind.

"There used to be a cavity between the molars, and it was filled by the dentist later. I thought it was because He Diego had tooth decay before, but the filling was worn to a certain extent, so the gap between the filling and the cavity A fiber was stuffed in it. I gave the fiber to Lestrade, but we haven't received any follow-up reports." Sherlock's eyes in the real world became brighter.

"You seem to be implying something, dear Sherlock." Li Mingye suddenly smiled thoughtfully, and said leisurely, "But it's a coincidence that I think so too."

——Why did Diego Heidi suffer from asthenospermia?Why are you obsessed with government power and the police system?And why did he calmly commit suicide after kidnapping the Lord?The two detectives looked at each other and understood instantly.

Huge pressure, anxiety, and the fear of catastrophe at any time made him fill his teeth, hide his name, marry a wife, and desire to have children after he broke away from a certain organization.But the experience in that organization still haunted him, and he had to seek relief through superstitious belief in the power and force of government departments and the police system.So after he kidnapped the little lord, he was desperate that there was no one to protect him in the world, so he simply threw himself into the river and died.

There were two reasons why there was no follow-up report - one, because the fiber had nothing to do with He Diego's death, maybe it was a toothbrush that fell off when he brushed his teeth (Sherlock was just thinking Changed the subject casually before looking at the mouth of the corpse. It was an accident to find something), which did not affect the kidnapping case of the little lord at all.But if that's all it is, Sherlock and Li Mingye will of course receive Scotland Yard's explanation in the autopsy report.

Second, it was the tooth hole that aroused the vigilance of MI6. They went to track down Diego's identity and discovered some unspeakable secrets.The case was then, as a matter of course, transferred to a higher authority, which was no longer under the jurisdiction of Lestrade.

But no matter what the identity of this Mr. Hey Diego was, he was nothing more than a useless son in the kidnapping case of the little lord.

The two of them glanced at each other subconsciously, and in just three seconds, they had already recounted the incident of He Diego, who had died long ago, and then their expressions were a little weird.

"Accident?" Sherlock said somewhat uncertainly.

"It's not that everything will be related to those two people, Sherlock, don't be a shadow of a snake." Li Mingye gave him a funny look, "It is true that Moriarty killed Black Diego, but he didn't kill him." On behalf of Rand's death will also have something to do with him. Now they both have to settle down, after all, they have suffered a big loss, haven't they? I think Rand will attack us, and you on the dark web Names have something to do with it."

"It makes sense. Rand is a special soldier. If he is involved in an underground organization, the most suitable job should be a hidden killer. According to the relationship of the deceased, it can be seen that Rand used to be a member of Scotland Yard's "nightclub." A member of the Sexual and Drug (Anti-Harmony) Crime Section, drug... Well, some time ago I solved a murder case by taking (Anti-Harmony) drug overdose, and by the way, I took a drug (Anti-Harmony) ) sales lines were destroyed."

Seeing that he was still thinking, Li Mingye couldn't help but find it funny.Perhaps it was the reason why this young man grew up so smoothly and never failed. He paid too much attention to Moriarty and McVitie.In fact, to Li Mingye, this case is very clear - as long as she is not suspicious.

Black Diego and Rand have the same cavities - this custom of inlaying poison (anti-harmony) drugs has been outdated for many years even in the Japanese intelligence community known for its sacrifice, and both of them have the same cavities No coincidence can be described.And the enormous pressure He Diego suffered and the report being withheld can show that there must be a certain organization behind this matter.

From this, it can be inferred that Rand and the former Black Diego should be members of the same organization. This organization is obviously extremely dangerous, and the leader is a bit too strong in control, and is extremely mysterious.Generally speaking, such organizations are either evil (anti-harmony) sects or drug (anti-harmony) lords, and even arms sellers will not do such an exaggeration.

Some time ago, Sherlock destroyed a drug (anti-harmony) product sales line, and Rand, who was an undercover agent in the nightclub and sex and drug (anti-harmony) crime department, was transferred to MI6 out of some kind of revenge.Li Mingye still has an impression of when Rand lived in the apartment opposite the Oxford Street apartment, but unfortunately, the hapless avenger just moved in, and they almost never went back to that apartment——Salter The kidnapping of Lord Earl happened.

As for the agents who lived opposite them, Mycroft would usually let them stay on the opposite side to guard the gate, and the guarding method was outrageous—two people, working in shifts day and night, which made it impossible for Rand to deal with them at all. To assassinate.What is even more unfortunate is that they went straight to the Sherlock Holmes house as soon as the kidnapping case was over, completely leaving the Oxford Street apartment behind.

The unlucky avenger had to drive three hundred miles in the snowy night to kill someone, but he died on the road for some reason, it was as simple as that.

As for why she thinks this matter has nothing to do with those two men whose letters start with M?It's very simple, McVitty's current thoughts are almost all on the escaped Moriarty, and he has to devote his attention to defending Mycroft, so he has no chance to be a monster.Especially under the instigation of the old detective who is well versed in the psychology of the old enemy, McVitty is very concerned about the existence of Moriarty-it is really very simple to instigate him, Li Mingye just bought a book from the bookstore, and then Just found a courier and sent it directly.

— "Asteroid Mechanics," by Jim Moriarty.

A self-contained (anti-harmony) dictator like McVitty, the haughty king of London's underworld, not only can't tolerate an enemy who once defeated him.What he couldn't tolerate was that there was another him in this world, and even that he would climb the same peak as him in this kingdom.

Especially after a confrontation, the old professor found that the genius of this young consulting criminal was similar to his own.

——They were originally the same person.

Everything that once belonged to "Moriarty" was taken away bit by bit by the real Moriarty in this world... McVitie couldn't tolerate this, so he had to take action.At least the Moriarty of this world cannot be given a chance, and he cannot be allowed to become the real "Moriarty"... He knows how far this seemingly mentally ill young man can go.

They will all be terrifying dark lords.

Li Mingye knew McVitie well. In her previous life, she used the most vigorous energy in her life to study this old professor. She could analyze the wind and grass on the dark web one by one to find out which side of McVitie's net.

And Moriarty...all the evidence was that the young man had disappeared.Now he doesn't have the confidence to stand up again, so he won't stand in front of the stage again.He seems to be willful and reckless, but he has a very strong desire to control any situation - he will not easily do anything when his own strength is not enough to control everything.

Even if he dies, he will die on the stage under his control, in the script he wrote.

It was the first time he encountered such a difficult enemy, and Sherlock couldn't help being more cautious when he was excited.He couldn't help but think of a lot of clues and try to piece them together—an extremely dangerous act, in fact.Both of them have excellent association ability and thinking divergence ability, so they force themselves to follow logic to associate.And once they unscrupulously want to associate certain things, maybe they will fall into their own strange thinking circle.

The self-deception that has always been a smart person can be more justified.

Li Mingye felt that she couldn't make Sherlock think about it anymore.She coughed lightly, glanced at the kitchen, and then leaned over and said softly: "For ordinary people, I can't let them value McVitie too much. But for you, I will tell you— Just be steady. In my previous life, my struggle with McVitty was only really going on for three months, and no matter how much he learns his lesson, it is impossible for him to have a smart assistant like you to help him."

The breath full of light tobacco breath blowing in Sherlock's ears.

Sherlock's pupils dilated slightly, and he was called back to his sanity.He knew well that Shirley came so close because he didn't want Mycroft to hear her, but when Shirley's body with a hint of tobacco cold breath approached...

A momentary swaying of the heart is not enough for outsiders to understand.Sherlock heard his own heartbeat clearly, about a fifth of the time faster than usual.

His heart, which usually lacks heat due to lack of shame and morality, made its presence felt in his chest for the first time, beating jubilantly at an average speed of 120 beats per minute, pumping blood to his chest In his limbs, he yelled to raise his arms, and hugged the woman into his arms.

He wants this.He wanted to hug this woman, his body rejoiced every time she approached, his eyes chased every distinctive look of hers.The walk of love is the dance of heaven, and his body always keeps a polite distance, but his heart longs to rest in Shirley's bosom full of wisdom.

But all this is just a momentary impulse.In the end, he just lowered his eyelids and took a step back with a cold face—as if he was offended, his eyes were sharp and indifferent, and he looked down at her with a little displeasure.

Li Mingye raised his eyebrows, took a step back politely, and said a word of impoliteness.

He quickly calmed his heartbeat after shooing Shirley away, and carefully adjusted the angle of his face so that the light obscured the natural reaction of his pupils.These tiny changes were not easy to be noticed by others, but he didn't dare to gamble on Shirley's observation ability, so he tried to cover up everything as much as possible, which made him actually much more nervous than he looked.

And the woman who was driven away by him had already returned to the chair and sat down.She smiled at him and said, "I don't think I will be able to go back to Oxford in the first half of 2006, is it, my dear friend?"

"It depends on what you want, but I personally think it's better for you to stay with me. If you are missing from the investigation of such a transnational case, it will make me feel at a loss." Sherlock still maintained his reserve And the haughty expression - in fact, when he faced her, he had this expression most of the time, but his eyes were shining brightly, staring at her scorchingly.

Those beautiful eyes were now gray-green, like stars falling into a lake.His expression was quite indifferent, but his eyes revealed all his appeals.

like a cat.Li Mingye thought about it, and couldn't help but smile.

Having kept a cat for too long, any shit-shoveling officer will unconditionally surrender to the arrogant and awkward posture of a beautiful curly cat.Even Li Mingye, who is as indifferent as Li Mingye, is no exception, especially she is very interested in what this cat is asking for.

"Okay, Sherlock." She reached out and patted his arm, softly. "I think it's time for you to go to Mycroft and discuss how you can get me a long leave."

The author has something to say:

Thank you Luliang for the rocket launcher!

thanks ya ya mine

Seriously, can you teach me how to watch the dynamics of landmines?

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