[Comprehensive Anglo-American] A genius report on love

Chapter 14 Small Hotel

The car began to move along the London railway tracks according to Sherlock's instructions.

The initial estimated location is about an hour's drive from the city, and Sherlock has already started to calculate on the map during this time.

The first red circle is the approximate area calculated by MI[-] technicians based on the strength of the mobile phone signal.

The phone recording showed that the sound of the train in the background sound appeared at 30:[-]:[-] in the afternoon. Depending on the frequency and time of the train, there would be some differences. Mycroft called up the surveillance video near the railway track, and confirmed in the video The exact location where the train was at that time.

Sherlock compared the area where the train could be heard passing by with the area circled in red, and narrowed it down to the final range.

"Even so, the range shown in the area is several blocks. How do you check next?" Mia looked at the last area shown on the map, and was still a little worried. After all, she was not good at such reasoning, so she could only It all depends on the great detective.

This area is a certain distance from the center of London, and it is not considered prosperous, but there are many residential buildings. If you check one by one, I am afraid that by the time you find the place, the person will have disappeared with the diamond.

"Macrof should have sent someone to follow that man named Longman, right? Do you want to ask about the situation?"

Mia is also familiar with the FBI's normal case-handling procedures. Instead of searching residential houses aimlessly, it is better to directly start with relevant people. At least Longman will always hand over the diamonds he photographed to the mysterious person.

"No need, those idiots will lose all the clues within an hour."

The car had already parked by the railway in the area shown on the map. Sherlock answered Mia casually and got out of the car to observe the surrounding terrain and buildings.

The temperature in the evening was somewhat chilly. Mia came out of the auction house still wearing the long off-the-shoulder dress and high heels. She was cold and unable to move, so she didn't get out of the car.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for her to receive a call from McCoff, and the secret service personnel sent out had indeed been following Longman and his female companion.

After Longman took the diamond, he first took it to a jewelry store to inquire about how to inlay the "Nights in Paris" into jewelry, then took his girlfriend to the mall to buy some luxury goods, and finally went to a high-end store that had been booked long ago. Restaurant meal.

There is absolutely no intention of contacting the mysterious person.

The Secret Service felt something was wrong and reported it to McCoff.

Mycroft instructs them to quietly take their lockbox while Longman and his girlfriend are having dinner.

Sure enough, after opening it, the inside was already empty, presumably it might have been replaced when entering the first jewelry store.

After hearing this, Mia really felt dumbfounded. She didn't know whether to praise Sherlock for his skillful planning, or agree with him to despise these secret agents with insufficient IQ.

In this short period of 10 minutes, Sherlock has gone far away on his own.

Mia saw through the car window that he was walking towards several residential houses in the distance. She hesitated for a while, but finally her curiosity prevailed and she decided to follow the past to find out.

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As night fell, it was rare for London to rain today, but the air was still damp and full of mist, and there was an occasional breeze, which made Mia shiver uncontrollably.

This block is relatively old, the buildings are in disrepair, and under the dim street lights, they look even more dilapidated. It was only after seven o'clock, and some drunken men were wandering around the corners and intersections.

Of course Mia is not afraid of these, but her attire at the moment is too eye-catching.

"Hey beauty, alone?"

Sure enough, not long after, a man smelling of alcohol stopped Mia's way with a half-empty wine bottle.

Mia looked at Sherlock, who was a few meters away from her. The other party didn't seem to respond much, and all his attention was on the building next to the street.

"Sorry, I have an appointment." Mia bypassed the man and continued on her way.

"Hi!" Seeing that she was petite and thin, the man simply grabbed her arm, "Just chatting, don't be so stingy."

"Let go!" Mia clasped the opponent's arm with her backhand, and with one force she threw an over-the-shoulder throw, throwing the person two meters away.

The man finally regained his senses after such a fall. He seemed to be a little unbelievable about what happened just now. He thought it was a hallucination after drunkenness. It wasn't until he saw the broken glass wine bottle in the distance that he finally understood something. Staring blankly at the direction in which Mia was going away, she was lost in thought.

It's a pity that Mia's move didn't bring her peace, but more men were eager to try.

They were all more interested in this beautiful but pungent woman who appeared on this street today.

After kicking over the third drunk who was trying to step forward, Sherlock finally couldn't stand it anymore, took off his suit jacket and threw it on Mia's head.

"Thanks."

"Woman! Trouble!" Sherlock turned around and took a bigger step.

Mia gave Sherlock a vicious look behind his back, put on the suit jacket, and broke the heel of the high-heeled shoes mercilessly, finally feeling much more relaxed.

Sherlock finally approached a dilapidated small hotel at a certain street corner where the signboard could hardly be found.

At the front desk was a five or sixty-year-old bloated aunt. She glanced at Sherlock and Mia who followed him in. She didn't say a word, but just threw the door key on the counter, "Twenty pounds , spend the night at sixty."

Sherlock didn't even explain a word, just took out his credit card.

"Cash only." The fat lady reminded.

Sherlock looked sideways at Mia.

"..." Sherlock!can i beat you

Mia took out a fifty-pound note from her handbag, and slapped it on the counter fiercely, "You don't need to look for it!" She took the key and put one hand on Sherlock's shoulder, with frivolous eyes, "Baby , do you want me to buy Durex for you?"

It was not the first time for Sherlock to see Mia like this, with a very calm attitude, he reached out and took the whole box of Durex from the counter, and stuffed it into his pocket.

Mia: "..."

shit!

Sherlock, wait for me!

This hotel is very small, only three floors high, the first floor is the hotel owner's residence and a simple restaurant, and the second and third floors are guest rooms.

At this time, not many guests came, and the third floor was almost empty. The key Mia got was a room on the south side of the second floor.

The railroad track is also on the south side of the hotel. It has been a few blocks away, and the north-facing windows should not hear the sound of the train. Mia and Sherlock carefully checked the remaining rooms on the south side. some.

In one room, a man and a woman were having a hot fight. Standing outside the door, you could clearly feel the vibration of the floor. In the other room, it seemed that a young man had just come to London from the countryside and was looking for a job in the city. .The TV in the last room was turned on very loudly, but Mia knocked on the door for a long time, but there was no answer.

"Do you think he's noisy?" The guy in the next room couldn't help but opened the door and complained, "It's useless, he's been like this since more than half an hour ago, and the noise is so annoying, I knocked on the door too, you Knowing that the man is still holding a gun in his hand and trying to threaten me, I advise you..."

Before he finished speaking, Sherlock kicked the door open.

The room was very messy, a romance movie was playing on the TV, the hero and heroine were quarreling, and the narration was deafening, there were a few bloodstains on the bed, extending to the window, and the window was wide open, and there was no one in the room.

No matter how dull it is, it is not difficult for people to imagine what happened in the house just now. The young man who followed Sherlock and Mia trembled timidly, "Should... want to call the police?"

"Yeah." Mia nodded and started calling.

Sherlock grabbed the young man, "You just said you saw a man threatening you with a gun in this room? What does he look like and what did he say?"

The young man was frightened by Sherlock's nervous posture, and he stuttered, "He...about...about 30 years old, a little thin, with blond hair, uh...I...knocked on the door, he opened it, and Pointing a gun at me, asking me what's the matter, I... I freaked out, turned around and walked away."

"Sherlock, you scared him." Mia stepped forward and patted Sherlock's hand holding the young man's collar, "Judging from the blood at the scene, he should not have died, but was injured, and he succeeded. escaped."

"Hmm." Sherlock let go of the young man, and fell into deep thought again.

They had rushed here from the auction site for the first time, but the murderer was one step ahead of them. How did he get the news?

If he had known the whereabouts of this person long ago, he would not have spent so much time planning this auction.

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At the same time, in a secluded alley, a man in black made a call.

"Call again so soon, everything is done?" A young man's low voice was on the other end of the phone.

"He, ran away."

"What? Say it again!" The man on the phone suddenly raised his voice, a little annoyed, "You idiot, you let him run away?"

"It's just... just a momentary miss."

"You idiot."

"So, can you...can you..."

"what?"

"Can you help me find him again? The legendary consulting detective Sherlock Holmes seems to be pursuing this case too." Seeing Sherlock appearing at the auction, he already had a premonition that it was unusual. If I run fast, I almost meet him outside the hotel.

"Of course I know that Sherlock is also investigating this case, otherwise why do you think I am willing to help you!"

"Then, Mr. Moriarty..."

"Shut up, I'll let you know when I think about it!"