[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

"It's definitely a fake painting." Francis looked at the painting and said firmly, "But I'm curious, how does a security guard who doesn't understand art know?"

Sherlock glanced at Francis: "How did you see that?"

Francis curled his lips and took a serious look at Sherlock: "Oh, if you know the world's top art fraudster, Neil Caffrey, all fake paintings can't escape your eyes. I remember once he sent a resurrected Easter egg, fake. You can't identify it without a carbon test. I'll call Lestrade and see if poor Alex finds anything."

Francis turned to make a phone call and just saw a woman in an off-the-shoulder dress with an exaggerated necklace, she pushed Sherlock: "It seems that the owner is here, you should go up and talk to her, Wensley Miss S."

"Hello, Inspector, did Alex find anything?" Francis looked at Sherlock and the lady, while listening to Lestrade's report, "It seems that Alex is very obsessed with astronomy Ah. By the way, that professor you speak of, what's her name? Cairns. Oh, thank you. Yes, you've actually been a great help."

Francis hung up the phone, turned his head to look at the painting for a while, and walked towards Sherlock: "Hey, Sherlock, we have to catch Gemu first. As for the painting, we will expose it when we come back."

"Do you know where he is?"

"Yes. I think I know how he found out why the painting was fake." Francis raised his eyebrows, "He told a professor named Keynes, and if I thought it was right, Gemu would kill him Get rid of Cairns. Has the guy called yet?"

"Nope."

"Alright then, let's go rescue Cairns first. I'll let the inspector look at Miss Wensless first." Francis said.

Wensless said angrily: "You have no right to treat me like this, this painting is real."

Francis sneered: "Of course I have. How dare you be so confident in defrauding money in my country. Miss Wensless can now contact a lawyer. Believe me, you will need it later."

Sherlock and Francis walked out of the art gallery, and he contacted his homeless network for a little message: "Vauxhall, Arch."

When Francis and Sherlock got there, the sky had already darkened, and when they looked up, they could still see stars.

"It looks beautiful, doesn't it?"

Francis nodded and smiled, "I thought you didn't care about this."

"It's okay to appreciate." Sherlock straightened his coat.

"This is a place for homeless people. Is your network?" Francis raised an eyebrow, "It looks much safer than the hacker network. Gemu is here? Has he had time to kill Professor Keynes?"

"Or they have already returned after killing them."

"However, why is he in this kind of place? The commission of a top professional killer must be very expensive." Francis said in a low voice, and both she and Sherlock noticed the shadow cast on the wall.

"His appearance is very different, so we have to choose a place where the rumors are not easy to leak." Sherlock explained very euphemistically.

"You mean he's ugly. Oh, that's a sweet word for you." Francis, hiding behind Sherlock, fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a very small lady's gun.

"You really have everything in your pocket." Sherlock complained in a low voice.

"Wait, he's gone."

Francis saw the shadow running away, and quickly chased after Sherlock, saying, "He looks so weird when he runs."

Gemu ran into the car and drove away.

Sherlock was extremely irritable, and Francis comforted him: "Don't worry, Sherlock. I just checked on the Internet, and Professor Keynes is still alive. Gemu will definitely go find her. We have to hurry up."

Francis and Sherlock rushed to the lecture hall of Professor Keynes, and Gemu was covering Professor Keynes's mouth with his hands, and the old professor was dying.

Francis immediately aimed his gun at Gemu, but because the light was too dark, she fired a shot and missed: "Oh, damn it."

Sherlock called his name: "Gem."

"Oh, you've been a real help." Francis saw Gomm's height, and Sherlock was a Snow White dwarf next to him.

Damn it's so dark in here.

Francis clicked his tongue, and after Sherlock attracted Gemu, he went to check how Professor Keynes was doing. She checked her heartbeat, but she was still alive.

She placed Professor Keynes in a relatively safe place, and when she returned to the venue, she saw that the little expert Sherlock was about to be strangled to death by Gemu.

Very good Gemu pressed Sherlock to the ground, and his tall body kneeling on the ground was higher than Watson.

Francis said that if this failed to hit, she really should be retrained by McCoff, she raised her gun and aimed at the back no matter where it was, she fired two shots before talking.

'Boom—'

'Boom—'

Gemu fell down in an instant, and Sherlock kicked him aside, lying on the ground panting.

Francis put away her gun and went to Gemu to tie him up with a rope. She smiled at Sherlock, "For the sake of saving your life, come to my birthday party."

Sherlock was coughing, and Francis called Lestrade and asked him to send someone over to take Gemu away.

"I didn't even know you were an asshole." Sherlock said while coughing.

"Oh, do you think Mycroft will give me a real gun? I used the maximum dose and gave him two shots." Francis looked at Gemu and frowned, "To be honest, he looks really ugly, I guess Is it because you are desperate for this face-seeking world that you become a killer?"

"What? I don't think this has anything to do with the face." Sherlock stood up and moved his neck uncomfortably.

"Ours is back at the gallery. Hasn't the guy called yet?" Francis asked Sherlock.

"No."

"Who do you think is so idle in the world?"

"I don't know, I'm not the only one who is boring in the world. Wait..." Sherlock turned to look at Francis, who tilted his head to look at him, "Do you know who this person is?"

Francis pouted: "Except for Moriarty, who in the world would be more idle than Sherlock Holmes. By the way, Moriarty never does meaningless things, even when he is bored."

Sherlock glanced at Francis with something meaningful in his eyes, but he didn't speak.

The two rushed to the art gallery together and met Inspector Lestrade. Ms. Wensless kept arguing: "This painting has passed all the scientific tests."

"That's a high-level counterfeit." Sherlock pressed the phone. He was determined not to let Francis reveal the answer. He wanted to solve it himself. He said to Ms. Wensless, "You know all this, right. This You did it all by yourself."

"Inspector, this is a waste of time. I think you should go back." Ms. Wensless obviously looked like she was not crying when she saw the coffin.

Francis pushed Sherlock, and his long nails poked directly into a part of the starry sky on the painting, causing Ms. Wensless to yell, "Hey, that's a three thousand pound painting."

"No, it's worthless. You're insulting my appreciation." Francis snorted at her, and said directly to Sherlock, "Sherlock, think about what we heard when talking about Professor Keynes ? Look here again."

Sherlock's eyes lit up, and the phone rang in his hand. He answered the phone and said quickly, "Van Buren's supernova. This painting is fake."

Francis, the little cheerleader, immediately clapped his hands: "That's right."

A child's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Is there anyone? Come and save me?"

Lestrade was surprised: "My God, it's actually a child."

Sherlock handed the phone to Lestrade: "Hold it, find out where he is, and go pick him up."

"Oh, by the way, Inspector, the day after tomorrow is my birthday, I hope you can come too." Francis had a good impression of Inspector Lestrade.

When she smiled, she caught a glimpse of Ms. Wenslace, who was still in a daze, and said kindly: "The stars that bloomed in the Van Buren supernova only appeared in 1858. So how could it appear in the works of the 17s?" Well. Hey, Sherlock remembers the banquet the day after tomorrow and wants you to attend in a suit."

Francis and Sherlock parted ways from the art gallery. She first went back to 221C to take a shower, dry her hair with a hair dryer, and then received a text message from McCaughey asking her to urge Sherlock to solve the case as soon as possible.

"Poor sir, he can't talk because of a toothache. Maybe he should be banned from using cookies." Francis laughed, and she didn't care about the war between these brothers.

Besides, she thought Sherlock had solved the case by now.

Francis was about to go to bed when she received another text message. When she picked it up, her expression changed dramatically.

Although it was already midnight, she got up immediately, changed her clothes, and drove a Harley motorcycle through the night in London.

She stopped in front of an indoor swimming pool. She hacked into the camera in the swimming pool and saw Sherlock and Watson confronting Moriarty.

They were targeted by several guns.

Francis frowned. She needed to sneak behind the snipers on the second floor and kill them one by one to rescue Sherlock and Watson. Her backup would arrive in 5 minutes.

The speed is really not flattering.

She loaded the gun, planned the route, and was about to go in when she heard Moriarty's tasteful cell phone ring.

Moriarty changed his mind after taking the call.

Well, it looks like she doesn't have to go in.

She just had to wait here until Moriarty came out.

Moriarty snapped his fingers handsomely, and after playing tricks on his old enemy, he came out in high spirits, facing a blonde girl and the gun in her hand.

"Wow, you really surprised me, dear little princess. Would you like to invite me to your birthday party?"

"Good evening, dear Kim. Nice show, shall I give you a hand clap? Or go straight to game time."

"Dear Alexandra, you are always surprising." Moriarty glanced at the gun that had been put away and loaded.

"Oh, don't get me wrong, I don't want to get my hands dirty either." Francis said with a smile, "Mind to go shopping with me, in 3 minutes, Mycroft's people will be here."

Then, Francis took Moriarty away and disappeared into the London night.

The author has something to say: Haha, see Moriarty again.