[Comprehensive British and American] The male god takes home

"Tell me what you found."

Gu Yan is also familiar with Sherlock's routine now, so he didn't answer immediately, but turned to the shy girl who was about to speak but was interrupted by Sherlock's jumping thinking, and pushed towards Sherlock's void with his left hand: "Patience Point. Miss Amber, is it an honor to know your opinion on this corpse. After all, you are a professional."

[Hypocritical, wasteful, pointless. ]

Sherlock pursed his lips unhappily, but said nothing.

"Oh, yes, of course. The deceased was 29 years old. He died between 11:3 pm and [-]:[-] am. There was no residual melatonin or alcohol in the lungs. No melatonin or alcohol in the stomach. There were rope marks on the wrists and ankles, and there were rope marks on the wrists and ankles. A penetrating injury is an injury before death."

Jasmine worked hard to extract the most useful information based on Sherlock's previous analysis.

"Then, after getting close to the target person, turn them away directly, but that doesn't conform to our previous speculation that the suspect is a vulnerable group. Could it be priests, doctors, volunteers, professions that lower the vigilance of ordinary people?" Gu Yan's thoughts changed. Also fast.

Holding a magnifying glass that seems inappropriate in this era, Sherlock was once again surprised by the delineation of Gu Yan's suspicions. His way of thinking is different from his own, but he also has his own reasons: "Don't jump to conclusions so quickly, I will guide you The purpose of coming here is not this report, but the corpses and instruments here. Look carefully, there is a needle hole in the upper arm. The muscle relaxation effect of □□ takes effect the fastest, and there is less drug residue."

Turning over the dead body's arm, Sherlock pointed to a small purple dot that had been dead for a long time and had been frozen for a long time: "Obviously, this person has a good family background, no bad habits, and occasionally likes to play the guitar in his free time. The people from Scotland Yard confirmed it just now." This guy's house has ketchup on the window by the gate. Oh, what a poor kind man." The last two sentences were perfunctory as usual.

Gu Yan took out the mobile phone from Sherlock's windbreaker pocket very smoothly, and looked at the document he said: "There are a lot of people in that community, but from the surveillance screenshots, we can see that the suspect's target is very clear. He knew the routine of the deceased, knew that the victim must be cooking in the kitchen at this time, and could easily hear his cries for help at the door. From these methods, it can be seen that he was rigorous and well-planned, but from the torture of the corpse, it is full of words. Out of anger and out of control. It's a contradiction."

"I can get the gun. Obviously he is a medical staff or a patient. I did a little private investigation before, and from the video that can be traced at the end of the surveillance, he disappeared on Wilson Street. There are two people nearby. A theater that fits your interpretation.”

Sherlock propped his hands on the dissecting table, staring at Gu Yan with burning eyes, as if in a competition, he had to continue a reasoning: "I have analyzed the murderer before. He is 30-50 years old, his family is not good, and he smokes cheap cigarettes. Therefore, the monthly salary is objective. The Rhodes Theater is excluded, leaving only the Daisy Theater."

It was also the first time for Gu Yan to see this kind of competition, and it aroused the excitement in his bones: "His torture method is very systematic, and the props are not common. 70% of them may be made by himself, so he must be good at carpentry, and his hands are indispensable. Calluses. Behavior is accompanied by contradictions, and there is a high possibility of suffering from mental illnesses such as schizophrenia, so the workbench will be very tidy, but the words are emotional. My appearance may also reflect this sense of contradiction.”

[How did she know Holmes' cell phone password. ]

Jasmine watched the two talk to each other tacitly, but she herself was like that superfluous in this dissecting room. She was thinking about trivial things that had nothing to do with the case, but she didn't know what to say.

Gu Yan, who has excellent five senses, felt the staring eyes from the side, and glanced sideways at the intern forensic doctor who was awkwardly standing aside, and found that the other party was absent-minded and nervous, but smiled like a little devil without explaining. What.

"Then what are you waiting for, the answer, is there anything more fascinating than this?" Sherlock excitedly walked around the autopsy table, took Gu Yan by the hand, and ran to the next location, completely forgetting that there was a cute little forensic doctor beside him .

"I hope we can catch up with this grand puppet show." Gu Yan had a cynical smile on his face, without the slightest nervousness and anxiety from others, and sent a message to Lestrade in a rather good mood.

Standing at the back door of the Daisy Theatre, watching Sherlock pry open the backstage door of the theater with obvious skill, the two of them dodged in one by one.

The theater's business is obviously not as good as before, and there are only a few dim chandeliers in the background, and the shadows cast by various large props are distorted and hideous.

I don't know what Sherlock observed again. He walked straight to one of the lounges, opened the door suddenly, and after confirming that there was no murderer, he scanned the tool table and makeup table in the lounge inch by inch.

Cosmetics that are strictly classified according to the size and shape of the container, neatly placed woodworking carving knives, and files.

A smile flashed in Sherlock's eyes that he didn't even notice, but he straightened his lips arrogantly, and his tone was still disgusted: "Compared to those goldfish in Scotland Yard, it is obvious that you are at least a mammal."

There may not be a two-second pause in the middle, and I can't wait to start sharing my findings: "Slight mismatch of pulleys - handmade. The rope is severely worn, with a small amount of skin flakes - recently used, within three days, tied people .Apparently this is our dear puppeteer's rest room. There is no obvious sign of dragging, everything around is tidy, not a hasty escape, fully prepared. How did he know we came back..."

Gu Yan handed over a script that was placed on the side of the dressing table, but the first sentence he spoke was a bit weird: "You can't just rush up and grab it. The suspect is currently performing in a hall at the front desk, and there are three performances here. There are guns. We can't cause a riot."

The troublemaker Sherlock curled his lips and sniffed a reddish-brown dot in the corner of the script.

The smell of blood is still clear.

You can basically imagine the current situation in front of the stage, and the screams of those stupid audiences 10 minutes later.

At this time, Gu Yan was extremely calm, and skillfully analyzed the current disadvantages and several options to control the situation on the spot.

[So many people are watching, and now I have no right to beat him to death, which is really troublesome]

"You go to attract his attention from the front and disrupt his rhythm as much as possible. I'll put a sack on my back." Gu Yan moved his ten fingers, his eyes dangerous.

The desire to survive prevents Xia Dangdao from mocking the girl's violence at this moment, or taking the opportunity to reason about her weird identity.

It has to be said that Sherlock has rich experience in how to stabilize people's hatred in the first 3 minutes.

The audience in the audience looked at this slender curly-haired man, and with just a few light words, he forced the man who had performed so excitedly before to have a nervous breakdown. They couldn't help but sigh in their hearts, the acting skills and aura of these actors are really rare.

"This is really, really exciting~" The Egyptian prince was obviously very excited about doing bad things, "Gu Yantan, let me help you."

After a series of cursing from the pharaoh that only Gu Yan could hear, the murderer's complexion darkened for a while.

Gu Yan sprinted lightly and swiftly from behind the murderer from the dark, kicked towards the knee, and at the moment the murderer knelt down, he punched hard on the right temple.Not even given time to react, the murderer with half-white hair who killed three people and is currently kidnapping four people fell to the ground while breathing for a moment.

However, the moment before being kicked down, the crazy murderer shook his hands, let out a desperate roar, and shot at the arrogant Sherlock.But at this moment, the bullet seemed to be cursed, jammed, and only made a click.

The absurd plot that was reversed one after another came to an end, and the lowly audience burst into loud applause.The theater was full of applause and cheers.No one knows that he passed by the Grim Reaper a few seconds ago.

After taking a few steps to the microphone, Gu Yan raised a charming and shining smile: "Everyone, our performance has come to an end here. It's intermission now. The emergency exit has been opened, please be careful of the steps."

Lestrade, who came late, also rushed to the backstage, pulled down the curtain, quickly handcuffed the murderer who was still unconscious, and directed other police officers to put down other dying victims.

Sherlock, who had solved all the mysteries, began to attack indiscriminately because of the boring life that started again, looking at the crowd who had left through the gap in the curtain: "It's just a puppet show from beginning to end. Stupid.

Oh no, Tom, tell your people to stay away from those two people who have obviously been forced to dislocate their joints.Their recklessness was compounding their wounds. "

"This time we found the witnesses and call records of the murderer buying clothes." Lestrade showed off excitedly, trying to prove that they were not as stupid as he said—even ignoring his own name being called wrong again .

"The boss of the Bonner Brothers, an old friend of the murderer. So it should be a regular customer, ordering by phone. There is no official order, but you can find a handy record in the memo next to the phone." Sherlock's face was full of disgust, "Okay, indeed Congratulations on finally trying to use your brain."

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Gu Yan watched the unusual friendship between the two with a smile, stepped forward and hooked Sherlock's arms, took out two tickets from the inner pocket of the windbreaker, and shook them: "Want to go to Menzies' classical concert? "

"Is this what you call an ordinary person's date?"

"That's right. Mr. Holmes is willing to accompany this lady to have a wonderful date ending after the adventure."

"as you wish."

He always has a bit of family influence, the elegance and reserve of a medieval gentleman.

The author has something to say:

Avengers III is coming up recently, and I think my mentality will collapse at that time, and I feel that Loki is going to die.Ah, I can't bear it