[Comprehensive Anglo-American] A genius report on love

Chapter No.17 The Fifth Person

Sherlock's impulsive pursuit is of course futile and futile. The waiter who delivered the food has long since disappeared, and no one even knows how he appeared out of thin air.

Mia was forced to pack her luggage and sent back to the secret small building in McCoff.

She felt that she was really wronged, why should she be implicated in the sworn enemy that Sherlock attracted?

Although she was used to this kind of exciting and dangerous life, she didn't want this kind of surprise that came out of nowhere.

James Moriarty (Jams Moriarty), this is the name she learned from Sherlock afterwards, he had caused quite a disturbance in England, but Mia probably just joined the FBI that year, yes Not much is known about these things.

However, considering that Moriarty's ultimate target is only Sherlock alone, Mia feels that it is better for her to keep silent for the time being, so as not to be listed as a new target.

After learning the real name of the fifth person, Mycroft has sent people to search around non-stop. With Sherlock's reasoning, they found O'Connell in a small clinic not far from the incident within two days. accept.

He couldn't run far when he was injured, and those who followed him naturally went back to search the nearby and even the places with medical facilities in the whole city.

Luckily, O'Connor was kind of careful. He endured the pain and hid in the vicinity until the pursuers were far away before going to the clinic to seek medical treatment.

After all, O'Connor was a victim rather than a criminal suspect. McCoff arranged the best medical environment for him before sending someone to question him.

When he learned that he was finally taken away by the police, he was actually relieved.

"Why didn't you call the police before?"

Since Moriarty might be involved again in the case, Sergeant Lestrade had the cheek to ask to join, and at the moment he was taking notes for O'Connor while Mia and Sherlock were on their way to the hospital.

"What should I call the police? Because I suspect that I will be hunted down?"

After all, the criminal hadn't gotten the desired information from him yet. All O'Connor suffered were skin traumas, which were shocking to look at, but not fatal.He was lying on the hospital bed exhausted at the moment, and his complexion was a little frighteningly pale due to excessive blood loss, but he was still a little excited after hearing Lestrade's question, "Who is the person who wants to kill me?" No one knows, how to call the police? Besides, I have been hiding my identity so that the murderer will not know that I am his next target. You let me call the police without any evidence? In case you have his eyeliner there, I will His identity has been leaked, and he is not seeking his own death."

"Lestrade, allowing you to participate in the case is for your help, not to show off your lower IQ limit."

Sherlock heard their conversation in the corridor outside the ward. Of course, he always knew that the other party was an idiot, but he still couldn't help being sarcastic.

Lestrade didn't answer. He knew that there would never be any chance of winning a verbal battle with the great detective, so he obediently stepped back and sat on the chair by the door, leaving the space beside the hospital bed for Sherlock and Mi Ya.

O'Connor looked at Sherlock a few times, "You are the legendary consulting detective, Sherlock Holmes?"

Sherlock's reputation is not only famous in the UK, but also in the whole world. It's just that although there are many people who want to find him, it's hard to communicate with this person because of his weird temper.

In the past, when Watson was here, he could help screen and receive some people who came to seek help. After Watson was gone, there was nowhere to ask for help. Otherwise, O'Connor would not be in such a mess.

"It's me." Sherlock moved a chair and sat down on the side of the bed, then looked in the direction of Lestrade, and pointed to the one under his buttocks.

Lestrade: "..."

Although helpless, he still got up and pushed his chair behind Mia in a gentlemanly manner.

"Thank you." Although Mia said this to Lestrade, she was looking at Sherlock.

Something is wrong, he can still take care of others when handling the case?

"Either stand back and keep quiet, or wait outside the door." Sherlock stopped Lestrade before he was about to say "You're welcome".

Mia blinked, gave Lestrade a sympathetic smile, and then returned her attention to O'Connor.

"What's the secret behind the diamond?" Sherlock asked straight to the point.

"I don't know. It's true." O'Connor replied confidently.Speaking of it, he himself found it ridiculous that he was hunted down and had to fake his own death, but he didn't even know what he died for.

Sherlock glanced at Mia, he was a little disappointed by O'Connor's answer.

The only thing he can't figure out in this case is this, what is more valuable than this diamond, and it is worth so many people desperately looking for it.A legendary lost treasure?Unknown alien civilization?

"Don't look at me, Sherlock, he's telling the truth, you should be able to tell."

"Okay, so the next question, what does the person who wants to kill you want from you? What do you know about that diamond?"

"Hmm..." O'Connor pondered for a while, "There have been too many things recently, and my mind is a little confused. The story may be a bit long, and I'm afraid I only know some fragments of some things. I can tell you all. However, you have to promise, Keep me safe."

"Do you have any other options?" Sherlock asked back, "Your plan to suspend death has failed."

"Okay, okay. I'll tell you all."

"It really started a few years ago...

As far as I know, the previous deceased, Congreve, Isaiah and Robert, including myself, our father or grandfather were old friends with the original owner of 'Paris by Night' Willie Anthony, And they were to keep a secret together.

I don't know what the secret is, maybe because of Anthony's death and the disappearance of the diamond, they broke off contact after that, and destroyed all evidence that could prove that they were once related, and even kept it secret until their death.

The first person to know this secret was Congreve. After his father Congreve Sr. passed away five years ago, he found a note with a string of strange numbers when he was sorting out his father's belongings, and several letters.

Those new ones were correspondence between Anthony and the few remaining insiders after his death decades ago. My grandfather and others seem to have destroyed the letters to hide the secret. I don't know why old Conger Reeve survived.

In the letter they just called that secret 'it', which seemed to be related to the huge wealth they suddenly obtained that year, but did not mention the specific content, and another piece of information mentioned the missing 'Paris Night', the letter said, If you can hope to get this diamond back, because the diamond is the last key to open 'it'.

Congreve later found me, Isaiah and Robert based on the name on the letter. In fact, there seemed to be another person who knew the secret at the time, but neither we nor Congreve found his contact information. .

We communicated with each other, and then we also found the note with the mysterious number left by them in our old house.

At first, it was curiosity. Congreve bought the diamond, and the address of the old Congreve in the letter was in London, so we originally wanted to meet in London.Unexpectedly, Congreve died.

I began to realize the seriousness of the matter, but Saiyan is a financial mystery, and I always felt that there must be a shocking wealth hidden behind the diamond. He ignored my dissuasion and bought "Paris Night" in the name of his jewelry company. You should all know what happened next.I began to realize that the murderer must have known my identity too, so I had someone fake an accidental death to escape him.

But... I'm not reconciled, I don't want to live my whole life in anonymity with a false identity, I still have my family, I can't let them spend the rest of their lives in sorrow and danger, so when I learned that the diamond was going to be confiscated in London During the auction, I knew it was a murderer's trap, but I came anyway. I wanted to kill him with my own hands to end it all. "

"But you failed." Mia sighed.

How could a kind-hearted person be the opponent of a mad murderer?

"Yes, I made all the preparations, pretended to be hiding, pretended to find someone to photograph the diamond for me to lure him into the bait, but... I still almost died."

"But he didn't get that note from you, did he?"

"Of course not. I destroyed the note a long time ago. The string of numbers is now in my mind."

"The notes you speak of, yours, Congreve's, Isaiah's, and Robert's, have you seen them all?"

"Yes, it's just that we don't know what it's for. Password? But that's the password to unlock what? Bank? Safe? We checked all the family's bank accounts and safes, and none of these numbers have anything to do with it. "

"How much can you remember? Can you write it down?" Mia took the banknotes and handed them to O'Connor.

"Of course." Although the numbers on those notes were only mentioned by each of them on the phone when they first contacted each other,

O'Connor worked in securities investment in New York, dealing with all kinds of figures every day, and he could still remember it fresh just by hearing a sentence by chance.

5 - 3986 (Congreve)

1 - 2367 (Isaiah)

3 - 0812 (Robert)

8 - 1543 (O'Connor)

O'Connor recorded the string of numbers on paper.