[Comprehensive British and American] The male god takes home

"Very happy?" Sherlock's voice was rare and cold, maybe it was caused by the distortion of the converted electrical signal.

"En? You saw my movement." Gu Yan imagined that Curly Detective was sitting on the sofa by himself, looking at his photos seriously, "The people here are quite cute."

"Didn't expect you to indulge in hypocritical social rhetoric."

"There is no one who doesn't like sincere compliments, Xiali." Gu Yan lay on the bed, pillowed on an ordinary pillow that couldn't speak, covered with an ordinary quilt, and for the first time, he had a little understanding of his overly noisy room. The concept of home, "Excitement, happiness, these are things that I can't understand by myself."

"These are brought on by dopamine."

"Fine." The high-precision restoration work, visits, and dancing made Gu Yan yawn sleepily, "Then I pray that you will be addicted to it."

Sherlock, who was going to find out information about his rival, tapped his index finger on his knees, looking for something in his memory palace. Perhaps it was so unpopular that it took him longer than usual to find information for reasoning cases:

"I want to live with you in some small town

share the endless twilight

and the endless ringing of bells

in the hotel in this small town

The faint sound of an ancient clock

gently dripping like time

Sometimes, at dusk, a flute comes from a room on the top floor

The Piper Leaning by the Window

And the windows are big tulips..."

Gu Yan, who was wearing earphones, squinted his eyes comfortably, and buried himself in the quilt. The high-quality earphones could even hear the slight tremor of air passing by.The man's deep and steady voice lacked the emotion in poetry, more like describing some kind of promise.As if feeling a certain signal of safety, Gu Yan gradually lost consciousness.

"Good night, my little fool."

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When the first bird song came from outside the window, Gu Yan immediately opened his eyes.The old castle at five o'clock is really too quiet, very suitable for adventure and treasure hunting.Gu Yan sneaked quietly to the entrance of the basement of the castle, took out small props and fiddled with it, and easily dodged in a few times.

In the Middle Ages, some castles converted their basements into prisons. At that time, the lord had quite a few subjects, and the territory looked like a small country.The Phil Lowen family is obviously a traditional and devout Catholic family. The basement is clean and bright. A small altar is built on the east side. There are a statue of Jesus and a cross on it, and a few white candles under it. There is only a little wax on the marble steps. —someone maintains the daily cleaning.

The basement is not used as a wine cellar or storage room, but the prayer room is placed underground.There must be some secret behind the unusualness.

"You seem to have some special skills." Jin appeared at the stairs, his tone was as soft as ever, and his words were not very clear. In the damp basement, there was always a sticky feeling, "Oh, Don't worry, I'm not an old-fashioned person. In this ancient castle full of history, who doesn't have the urge to explore. My dear lady, please allow me to embark on this journey together?"

[Surveillance?Sent by Mycroft? ]

Contemptuous of the control desire of a small employee of the British government, Gu Yan felt a lot more relaxed, and asked Jin if he had any "gossip" about the Phil family.

Jin looked at the girl on the opposite side who suddenly let go of his guard—after a short pause, he observed himself secretly, staying at the finger of the cuff for the longest time, and then he was sure that he could give her some news that others didn't know.

[She discovered my identity.Where is it exposed. ]

Jin is very confident that before he came, he completely dealt with the traces of the details on his body according to the character design he had given himself. How did this unobtrusive woman beside Sherlock find out.The tip of the golden tongue licked the surface of the upper teeth little by little, and a morbid excitement surged in his heart:

"Clayman, France, the birthplace of the Crusades. In 1095, Pope Urban II held a religious meeting here to incite the French peasants at that time. In the castle and the basement, it is not difficult to see that this family is a traditional and devout Catholic. Some of the castle's bricks are dated, and the wall behind you is engraved with teachings and canons, and if you read carefully, you will find that the grammar and diction are clearly medieval customs. All this marks that the Sorensis family is very Possibly descended from a pope or bishop of the time."

Jin walked up to Gu Yan step by step, twirling a lock of blond hair, curling the corner of his mouth just right, and speaking in an extremely feminine tone: "I really want to know, why did you choose this career when you like pleasure and casualness? Anyone who loves People in history can easily think of this, your observation and analysis ability can even let you know my identity.

You don't like history, but you can make a name for yourself in the industry on this premise.Is it amazing talent, family inheritance or other magical abilities?Your motives are really intriguing. "

This speculation close to the truth caused Gu Yan to feel instinctive disgust and uneasiness, trying to suppress the desire to fight in his heart, he couldn't maintain his usual gentle expression, and mocked nonchalantly: "Maybe it's because it's easy to cheat money."

The clues in the basement of the castle came to an end, and the two of them went for a walk in the streets around the castle, and by the way, explored the legends of the surrounding residents.

Clare is mainly engaged in automobile tire manufacturing and food processing. It is not considered a developed tourist city. It can be said that there are no attractions to visit in the town.At this time, Jin has unparalleled patience. He chats happily with the owner of the bar, the housewife who buys vegetables, and the owner of the grocery store, as if he is a considerate man who takes his girlfriend out for a trip.

Gu Yan looked at Jin's head through the glass, and listened carefully to the clerk's suggestion to arrange a bouquet of flowers for himself. With a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder, he chose each flower himself.

A dazzling white light suddenly reflected on the glass, and Gu Yan squinted at the mirror image on the glass:

An ice pick pierces through the ear into the brainstem in an instant, and the orange cat that flicked its tail at will can be killed.The perpetrator was very experienced, and he didn't pull out the ice pick immediately, but put the whole body into a large backpack on the side and left quietly.

[Wearing a baseball cap, about 165, left-handed, violent]

Gu Yan was very hesitant to continue investigating this suspicious boy.MacDonald's theory is not entirely accurate. The emergence of serial killers is a combination of environment, psychology, and physiology. Some people go on the right path because of guidance and treatment, and many people have self-doubt because of these psychological guidance, and are surrounded by family members. Being looked down upon by people has become the real reason for taking evil paths.

"Flowers for today." Jin's slightly feminine words interrupted Gu Yan's thinking with the fragrance of flowers, "Exchange today's smiles."

"Oh thank you, Mister Angel."

"No, no, I'm not an angel. I think I prefer demons."

Jin's eyes are a bit too big, and the eyebrows are more slender than ordinary men and the dark black eyes are a little more childish, like a cute and naughty little devil, "greedy nature makes me want more."

The author has something to say:

This poem is selected from a female poet in Russia. I feel that the picture in the poem is very similar to Sherlock’s old life in the original book. He went to a farm in a small town with few people for the elderly, raised bees, and smoked.