[Comprehensive British and American] The male god takes home

Phone booths, laundry rooms, and street phones rang one after another as Watson passed by, like a mysterious invitation and a warning of power.

【Suburban Warehouse】

"Your counselor diagnoses you with post-traumatic stress disorder, which is rooted in your inability to shake off your military service memories."

Watson swallowed, and clenched the crutch in his hand: "Who the hell are you. You know that."

"Fire her. The counselor got it all wrong. You are under a lot of psychological pressure now, but your hands are not shaking. You are not trapped by the war, Dr. Watson. You miss it." The man in the fine suit was not at all upset. Concerned about Watson's defense.

"Welcome back." The last few words were said softly and softly, with an inexplicable sense of danger. The man turned around and swung a black umbrella, and walked towards the exit at the other end of the warehouse with ease.

"buzz" a new message

[Potentially dangerous SH]

【221B Baker Street】

Sherlock took the mobile phone from Watson, but still raised his hand and didn't put it down: "There is a number on the table, send me a text message. My mobile phone number will be recognized on the Internet."

"You called me back from across London just to send a text?"

"Yes, the number is on my desk."

Watson, who was just approached by the suspected leader of a criminal group and asked to monitor Sherlock, immediately received a warning text message from Sherlock, and rushed back to Baker Street immediately fearing that something might happen.Seeing the person I was worried about all the way, lying leisurely on the sofa with three nicotine patches on, just instructing myself to do such a thing that can be done by moving my body, I couldn't speak for a while.

Sherlock's hand was still raised.

Watson took a deep breath, leaned on crutches and resigned himself to his fate to get back his mobile phone, to help this sometimes extremely naive person.Taking advantage of the trend, I walked to the side French windows and looked out. The previous experience of being focused by various monitoring probes was really impressive.

"What's wrong."

"I just saw a friend of yours."

"Friend?" Sherlock frowned, a little disgusted with this word that had never appeared in his life.

"An enemy."

"Oh, which one." Sherlock tilted his head slightly, and twitched his nose imperceptibly.

A Smell of Broccoli - Dinner Is Ready - Half a Minute in the Door

i hate broccoli

Watson was slightly amazed at the other party's accurate judgment of Sherlock's reaction. He could only say that he was Sherlock's opponent: "According to him, he is your mortal enemy. Who would have a mortal enemy?"

"Did he give you money to watch me?"

"Clean up the table, and dinner is ready." Gu Yan maintained a difficult posture, holding three plates, and kicked the door into the living room on the second floor, "You also received the invitation? Did you take the money?"

"What, how do you all know?"

Watson was a little confused about the current situation. While helping to sort out the various books and clutter piled up on the table by Sherlock, he tried to keep up with his new friend's thinking, "Oh, no, I confiscated the money. Sorry, what you just said 'Also'? Who is that person?"

"That's the most dangerous person, a control freak. She is the thug hired by that man." Sherlock turned over and sat up, pulled the stool and sat down consciously waiting for dinner, "It's a pity, we could have divided up. Next Think twice."

"Wait, she is, was she hired?" Watson didn't quite understand why the two involved could be so calm about such a topic, "I thought...you were a couple?"

It has to be said that Watson's intuition has always been very accurate in this regard.

Even Lestrade, who often met, was only at the stage of speculation and gossip about the relationship between the two.Maybe it's just that I can't believe that such a person who only treats murder as a game to entertain and enjoy can have the emotions of ordinary people.

Gu Yan crossed a broccoli flower and fooled the honest man Watson: "Have you seen 007? Missions don't affect love. Besides, don't you think it's more emotional?"

Sherlock was a little satisfied that his roommate found out that he had a girlfriend, and happily tapped the table with his index finger to remind him: "Hurry up, the number is on the table."

Watson, who had just picked up the knife and fork, looked at the note on Sherlock's right hand, and collapsed helplessly: "It's on your right hand."

"But the phone is with you."

"Alright alright."

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【22 Northumberland Avenue】

Under Sherlock's command, Watson successfully attracted the murderer's attention through text messages.The three came to a restaurant across the street from the agreed place.

"Do you really think he's stupid enough to go to the meeting alone?"

Gu Yan patiently explained the thinking of those lunatics to Watson: "No, I think he is smart enough. They are eager to be arrested."

"why?"

"They want to be famous, to be acclaimed, to be the center of attention. Serial killers tend to be narcissistic. Arrogant, that's the weakness of all geniuses."

Gu Yan repeatedly confirmed several case files of the police station, and expressed his doubts, "Xiali, I suspect that this murderer did not commit the crime alone, they may have exchanged killings, or there is a larger gang behind the scenes. After the initial experimental stage, serial killers will have their own obvious preferences for the characteristics of their victims, and they will choose to keep a certain object or part of the deceased for later recollection of the thrill of killing."

"The killer was too calm and cautious this time. He didn't leave any souvenirs. He didn't look like a serial killer."

Watson couldn't adapt to such an overly professional and cold-blooded topic, and his reaction was a little slow: "Oh, yes, I understand."

"It's really boring. Gu Yan, you are always like a 60-year-old lady, clinging to those inductive experiences to solve cases. This world is full of unexpected surprises."

Even if she was a girlfriend, Sherlock didn't feel any pressure when he got angry, and the waiter asked for a piece of chocolate brownie with vanilla ice cream, "Forget about that, just reason based on the clues you have now, don't waste your gray matter. Watson, look Go across the street."

Watson, who was forced to stare back at the opposite street, looked at the restaurant scene reflected on the window glass of the restaurant—Sherlock pulled down the scarf that Gu Yan was wearing, and after sneaking a kiss, he rubbed it with his thumb. pointing at the corner of his lips.

"Why do you like this mixture of spices and pigments." The unspoken complaint dealt Watson a fatal blow.

Officer Donovan's previous evaluation of Sherlock's freak and sociopath was not so scary at once.

A black taxi stopped silently, attracting the attention of several people.

Seeing the two men rushing out of the door like two hounds to start the chase, Gu Yan half-closed his eyes dangerously: "Waiter, pay the bill."

【221 Baker Street】

"Police, anti-narcotics inspection."

Gu Yan was doing an essential oil treatment for the wolf totem, when a group of policemen just broke into the apartment, she could even hear Anderson's triumphant voice from 221B next door, "He's really here."

"Since you are good friends with Mr. Holmes next door, we have reason to suspect that you helped him hide drugs. Please cooperate with the search."

Gu Yan, who was intruded into his territory by a large group of people noisily in the middle of the night, when he saw them flicking through his collections, his last nerve snapped: "Gentlemen, be careful with your hands. Unremarkable old stuff, half a million pounds apiece."

Gu Yan sat on the sofa angrily, picked up his computer and began to write an unknown small program.Hide the three necklaces you snatched up on the sofa you've searched.

The quilt sister, who was lying on the sofa and pretended to be dead, climbed onto Gu Yanyu's shoulder while no one was looking, gave her a soft hug, stretched her legs along the way, and hid several friends under her body.

When Sherlock and Watson returned home, they looked at the messy room filled by the police, and asked the reason irritably.But before Lestrade could explain the reason he had been thinking for a long time, the person concerned slammed the door and left, leaving only the hem of a windbreaker in sight.

Looking at Gu Yan who was sitting on the sofa, wearing a nightdress with suspenders and barely wrapped up in a quilt, the detective's mood successfully evolved from irritability to grumpiness.

"I thought, as an English man, you, and at least, a gentleman?" Sherlock rarely spoke so slowly.

The whole person exudes a dangerous and cold atmosphere.

Lestrade who followed saw this scene and knew that things were going to be bad.

"Who is Rachel?" Sherlock looked around at the policemen, and finally asked Lestrade who came, "You found it, tell me."

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The scheming dog Gu Yan hugged the quilt and smiled without saying a word: Who is not a poor little boy?