[Comprehensive Anglo-American] A genius report on love

Chapter 15 A Passport

When Mia and Sherlock were looking through the luggage left by the victim in the hotel room, Sheriff Lestrade finally arrived after receiving the call from the young man next door.

Looking at the two familiar figures at the "crime scene", Sergeant Lestrade's mood at the moment can no longer be described by fucking two people.

"Sherlock, don't tell me that you happened to pass by on a date." Lestrade said, looking at the crumpled dress on Mia's body that was about to be crushed.

"Of course..." Mia was about to deny it, but Sherlock interrupted.

"Of course, that's what you think."

The investigation of this case has finally made progress, and those of Mycroft's subordinates are only capable of doing things. He doesn't want the gang of mentally retarded people from Scotland Yard to join in and add to the chaos.

"Then I should really congratulate you for finally finding a girl who can bear you." Lestrade obviously didn't believe Sherlock's words at all.

"I really appreciate your compliment, Mr. Sheriff." Mia almost gritted her teeth and replied.

She felt that the enmity between her and Sherlock could not be resolved in this lifetime.

The forensic personnel sent by Mycroft finally arrived at this time, and Sherlock took the test tube and evidence bag from them, and personally collected several important evidences that Mia and Mia had found at the scene, and handed them over to them. After waiting for the test results, he left the hotel.

"Wait, who are these people? Why haven't I seen them?"

They were not the forensic officers of the Metropolitan Police, and they were all strangers to Lestrade.

It's just that Sherlock didn't pay attention to Lestrade's questions at all, and he had already walked away.

"I'm sorry, Sheriff Lestrade." A woman with long brown curly hair came up behind him last, "This case is now taken over by MI[-], and the sheriff can go back and rest."

Lestrade: "..."

Sure enough, as long as Sherlock is there, things will get complicated.

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On the street, Mia managed to keep up with Sherlock's hasty pace, "You're in such a hurry, have you already found clues about that person?"

"No. I just don't want to be there to get in the way of my thinking."

"Okay, but, detective, I have a clue here." Although Mia had borrowed a pair of sneakers from the staff sent by McCoff just now, she was still wearing a long skirt. Chasing Sherlock's pace all the way can't help but be a bit strenuous.

No wonder even a sheriff like Lestrade who lacks IQ doesn't believe that you can find a girlfriend. A man like this who doesn't know how to be sympathetic at all, will be able to stand it!

"Huh?" Hearing the word clue, Sherlock finally stopped and turned around.

Although he didn't want to admit that one day he would have to ask others to reason about the case, but according to Mia's ability and personality, she would not deceive people in this matter.

"Look!" Mia waved a passport in her hand.

Sherlock: "..."

when did it happen?Why did he never see this thing in the customer service of the hotel just now.

"Don't look at me so fussy, it's not easy for me to hide something."

Sherlock didn't want to speak, but just took the passport from Mia's hand with a straight face, and threw it back to the other party after looking at it twice.

"fake."

"Your eyesight has improved recently." Mia raised her eyebrows with a smile, "I thought you would at least have to study the identity on this passport to understand."

Sherlock gave Mia a bored look, turned his head and continued to walk forward, "He did everything possible to hide his identity and lived in this kind of place, and he had almost no contact with Longman. How could such a person use a real Traveling with his identity. You don’t need to look to know it must be a fake, I just glanced at the photo on his passport.”

"Sherlock, will you die if you don't show off your superiority?"

Sherlock's usual "you bunch of ignorant mortals" look.

But Mia will not be discouraged because of such a trivial matter, because the authenticity of the passport is not the key to her expression.

"Fake passports of this level are actually very common. I can do a better job than a full set of two hundred dollars on the black market." Mia put the fake passport into Sherlock's suit pocket again, "However, I It’s left because, I happen to know who the guy who made it is, the guy doesn’t forge documents for a living, he seems to be better at other things.”

"Find him, immediately." With such an important message, Sherlock was almost impatient.

"Sherlock, is this your begging attitude?" Mia just blinked innocently, "Forging documents is illegal, do you think I will betray my friend like this?"

Sherlock: "..."

What does this woman want to play again?

The two remained silent and stalemate with each other for a while, and Mia finally decided not to share his knowledge.

"I've been running for a day, I'll go back to the hotel to take a shower and then have a full meal, you can do what you want!"

Then Mia hailed a taxi amid Sherlock's attention, and left in the dust.

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Mia lay comfortably in the jacuzzi of the hotel suite, and the scent of lavender essential oil permeated the whole space. She squinted her eyes comfortably, with the pastry and fruit platter just delivered by the room service.

After resting for a while, she finally took the phone and pressed a long-lost number.

"Hi, hello, what do I need?"

"Hey moz, do you still recognize my voice?"

"You are..." The other end of the phone was silent for a while before suddenly shouting in surprise, "Mia! You are Mia? God, where have you been all these years?"

"Me?" Mozzie's question inevitably reminded Mia of the past. She seemed to hesitate for two seconds before answering, "I'm fine. Later, I studied and found a new job."

"You know, in those years we thought that something happened to you in South America. Neil flew over to find you several times but there was no news. It was only later that he heard that you had returned to the United States, so he didn't go again. Why didn't you contact us? "

"I..." Mia suddenly felt a little cold. I don't know if it's because the water temperature is not enough. "You know, I've dropped a lot in my studies and I'm a little busy at work. Then..."

Later, he already had Kate, so it doesn't matter if I go back or not?

"Oh, by the way, you don't know yet, Neil is also at work and is helping the FBI investigate cases, do you want me to pass your new number to him?"

"No, no need, I think we'll meet soon." Mia didn't want to dwell on these trifles of the past, and quickly turned to the topic, "moz, I need you for something, Ma Hugh Arthur (Matthew Arthur), do you remember this name?" Mia asked the name on the fake passport.

"..." Mozzie certainly remembered this name, but he personally printed it on a passport not long ago. With the skills Mia learned from Neil and their familiarity, it is not at all recognized that it is his own work. No surprise, "How do you know this person?"

"Moz, where did you find the local tyrant, this kind of inferior product can also let you get away with it, or did you do something else for him?"

Mozzie also shrewdly heard Mia's intentions, "Mia, what does this person have to do with you?" Anyway, he paid the money, and it is his professional ethics to keep clients' secrets, but if there are no ulterior secrets, it will not be too late. Make a fake passport.

Could it be that he happened to have something to do with Mia?

In these years, he hadn't heard Mia's name on the street again. Although both he and Neil had suspected a thief code-named "h", there was no real evidence after all.

"Let me tell you the truth. I'm in England now, helping someone investigate a case. Have you heard the rumor of 'Paris Night'?"

"'Paris by Night'? You mean the 'Paris by Night' that has been missing for 60 years and suddenly appeared at the auction this afternoon?"

"Yes, the person who asked you to help make a fake passport may be the next victim of the diamond curse. I must find him before the murderer."

"Well, actually... I did do him another favor." Mozzie knew that Mia was not a person who would use friends to lie, so she decided to tell the truth, "His real name is Vincent O'Connor ( Or), lives in the United States, and I just held a funeral for him a few months ago."

"So, he's a dead man now?"

"In terms of law, it is indeed like this." Mozzie paused, and couldn't help but describe it proudly, "I forged his body and death certificate, as well as various legal documents of inheritance and gift, and I personally You don't know how successful it was when you played the priest who presided over the funeral, and he himself was a guest at the funeral..."

"..." Mia couldn't help twitching the corners of her mouth, and finally waited until the other party finished, "moz. Thank you this time, I will be in New York in a few days, do me a favor, don't tell Neil anything about me."

"Okay, I know how to do it."

After hanging up the phone, Mia got up from the bathtub, only to find that the room service seemed to have forgotten to hang her pajamas in the bathroom when she looked up.

Mia stepped out of the bathtub directly to search in the closet in the room.

However, as soon as she stepped into the living room, she unexpectedly saw——

"Fuck! Sherlock, how did you get in here!"