[Comprehensive] The Great Devil

After the extremely cold east wind blew, Sherlock Holmes regained his "red beard" and childhood memories, and No. 221B Baker Street returned to a peaceful life.

But at regular intervals, Detective Curly still visits his sister in Sherringford, the genius too smart to land.She is no longer willing to speak, and only the violin music can communicate with her.Mycroft couldn't get any news from her about the woman who seemed to have disappeared in the earth for a while, and finally had to give up tracking and return to his (lan) normal (duo) incomparable life.

After the trials of Sherling Ford, Sherlock has a sister who still loves him.His violin skills are taught by her, his music has her shadow, his past, and his memory are completely rewritten because of her.And he also understood that what Olos did after all this, her ultimate goal was not complete family affection, but understanding—she sent an invitation from the world to this brother who longed to play together since childhood.This is not an easy task - in the eyes of detectives, people are divided into species; in the eyes of Mycroft, everyone except his family is goldfish, but luckily they still have a seven-second memory, and they can move from time to time Twice; but in the eyes of Oluosi, these ordinary people in the world are just unconscious passengers on the plane, with nothing to do but to breathe.This IQ stratification should not be too obvious.

All the insiders who know the whole story are in the same heart and hope that the children of the Sherlock Holmes family can play happily together, and don’t keep getting involved with their goldfish—of course, it would be better for the old Holmes couple to consciously sleep in separate rooms up.

Mycroft would ask Sherlock about that woman from time to time, and the answers he expected were all "I don't know", "I don't know", "Don't you claim to be smarter?", "I heard that I am The stupidest one in the family?"... As time passed, he wisely gave up expecting the answer.But it's hard to say whether he is still insisting on looking for the other party's trace secretly - Sherlock doesn't care about this, anyway, he knows very well that the woman's ability is much greater than her appearance.

Another whole year has passed since the last peace.Sherlock returned to his home and spent a boring Christmas with his parents and Mycroft.One morning, at 8 o'clock, he was sitting in front of the burning fireplace, listening to the complaints of his mother who was knitting on the sofa, while his father and Mycroft were playing chess, and the human figure The government is racking its brains on how to lose to Dad gracefully, naturally and without deliberate traces. The Christmas carol that he knows so well that he will play it in his dreams is playing on the TV... He looks at the quiet falling snow outside, and then looks at Looking at the phone, in such a warm and peaceful atmosphere, he suddenly made a decision.

Taking advantage of Mycroft's inattention, Sherlock went to the kitchen calmly, and then stayed on the sofa honestly and chatted with his mother, occasionally rolling his eyes. Clock on the wall.Then his elderly mother went to the kitchen to bring out a few glasses of red wine to add to the fun, and then three or ten minutes later, except Sherlock, everyone in the room fell down and fell into an unconscious sleep.

The detective covered his mother with a thin blanket, walked over to take a look at the chess game, moved a chess piece calmly, and instantly turned the original downturn into victory.He gathered up his long black coat in a good mood, threw on his scarf and put on a deer hunting cap in a very chic way, and disappeared into the white snow without a sound.

He still had the left note in his pocket, which had been frayed to the point of fraying, with a line of random numbers written in faded ink.He knew that Mycroft had stolen this note from him, and invited the most professional cryptanalysts and mathematicians to try to understand the hidden information on it, but they found nothing—of course they would not. Harvest, because without the help of Sherlock Holmes, this is really just a piece of meaningless gibberish.

To decipher the above information, you need a very critical item, as well as a human brain-his mobile phone, and his brain.

The note Sierra left him was the number of text messages they had sent to each other and the number of words they referred to. For example, the first four digits 1635 were the fifth word in the third line of the No. 16 text message. .Only Sherlock's mobile phone of the same type can accurately locate every word in the text message, and other mobile phones will not work.

The detective reasoned to this point for one reason: the only thing they had left in common for reference were the hundreds of text messages still stored on his phone.And that's the key to deciphering the mystery, without his phone, without Sherlock, without these text messages—nothing.

It was the combination of certain words and numbers in these text messages that told him a more accurate target: she hid the latitude of her location in it, a secret that only he could know.

But now another key longitude is missing.But this matter has been properly resolved on Christmas Eve——

Sherlock had sent numerous text messages to that familiar number over the course of the past year.

"John broke up with his girlfriend.

As expected, she was too tall.Not for him.

——Number does not exist and has not been sent successfully”

"John called another girlfriend.

Very smart woman.As full of lies as you are.

——Number does not exist and has not been sent successfully”

"Apartment suicide case overturned. I apprehended the real killer.

you're right.That broken molar is the key.How did you know?

——Number does not exist and has not been sent successfully”

"Where are you?

——Number does not exist and has not been sent successfully”

"Did you hear about the Black Peter case?

I cracked it.

——Number does not exist and has not been sent successfully”

"The vampire case in Transylvania, maybe you saw the news.

I cracked it.

The number does not exist and has not been sent successfully"

"Mrs. Hudson was dating the owner of the coffee shop downstairs and she didn't want me to know.

But I always know.It was so boring.

——Number does not exist and has not been sent successfully”

"John is getting married. It's a pity that my only friend is going to be buried in the grave of life like this.

Be fat like Mycroft.

——Number does not exist and has not been sent successfully”

"In case the number is activated one day and Mycroft is sure to see the text message first.

To Mike: Your weight loss is unlikely to succeed, we all think so.

——Number does not exist and has not been sent successfully”

"boring.

——Number does not exist and has not been sent successfully”

"If you could give me one more case. Just one.

They actually wanted the consulting detective to find the cat that climbed the tree and wouldn't come down!

——Number does not exist and has not been sent successfully”

"I was thinking yesterday when Mrs Hudson came up to me crying about her breakup.

I told her: can you go away and cry, I can't concentrate on thinking.

Then she cried even harder.This makes no sense, can crying solve the problem?

——Number does not exist and has not been sent successfully”

"Winter is here in London.

very cold.don't want to go out.

——Number does not exist and has not been sent successfully”

"It's Christmas Eve soon.

——Number does not exist and has not been sent successfully”

Then came the most recent and final text message.

"ToSHE

Merry Christmas."

When Sherlock Holmes was sitting in front of the warm fireplace at home, he heard the woman complaining and sent this text message casually. One minute later, he did not hear the familiar warning tone telling him that the text message was blocked. Rejected.So he was stunned, and immediately lowered his head to look at the screen that suddenly lit up, and saw that the number that had been canceled for a long time suddenly replied a text message like a supernatural event——

"Good night, SH

From SHE"

Sherlock was silent for a moment.

This successfully sent text message undoubtedly revealed a very important message: the other party has completely escaped Mycroft's surveillance.And now, it's time.

——Thus, three to ten minutes later, he easily brought down the Holmes family, and embarked on a search journey towards a destination without hesitation.

With just one text message that was successfully sent and answered, he knew what the other party wanted to tell him.

It was 8am London time.But she replied: Good night.It was by no means a casual greeting—she was hinting at his time zone.It was Christmas that day, and they didn't spend eight o'clock in the morning together last year. The only "good night" they spent was 12 o'clock in the evening on Christmas Eve.She was telling him the exact time where she was.

London is in zone zero, and only West Eighth was at twelve o'clock that night.Add the dimension information she left in the note before...then you can get a very accurate coordinate——

Chile, Valparaiso, known as Paradise Valley.

As one of the important seaports on the east coast of the Pacific Ocean, Valparaíso has a land area of ​​about 111.8 kilometers.If you want to find a foreign tourist here, it is not easy to say, and it is not too difficult to say it is difficult.In order to prevent one of his family members from using him to find each other, Sherlock Holmes gave up all electronic products, and he chose one of the oldest ways of finding people——

"Same height as me. Standard British pronunciation. Chestnut hair, green eyes. Distinctive temperament."

Sherlock Holmes went to some hotels, hotels, and B&Bs that he thought Serra would be interested in, and used very simple but crucial adjectives to inquire about those front desks and bosses with excellent memory and ability to recognize faces.Finally, after 17 hours of questioning, he finally got something——

On the beach by the sea, in an open-air restaurant called Valdivia, he found the goal of this trip.

Winter in London in the northern hemisphere is summer in Chile in South America.In the evening, on the bustling beach, she was wearing a cool and rustic white cotton and linen dress, sitting quietly at the corner of the table, gazing at the dark sea in the distance, her long hair fluttering slightly in the evening wind.

Sherlock Holmes saw her immediately in the crowd.He didn't walk over immediately, but watched from a distance for a while, making sure that this scene would be permanently stored in the archive classified as "image" in his mind, then walked over slowly, and sat down across from her table .

Sera didn't look back, didn't show a surprised expression, and even her breathing was still calm.She just quietly looked at the crowd playing by the beach, usually a couple or a family outing.There was a faint, almost imperceptible smile on her face.

"This is a vacation." She suddenly said softly.Can't hear any other emotion.

Sherlock refused the waiter's inquiry about drinks and food, and looked straight at her, still speaking at a familiar high speed without hesitation.

"I solved the riddle you left," he said, without moving his eyes. "You should answer my question too."

--Where are you from.You are the real murderer, not Jones.You have loved someone.

...Sure enough, it is a detective style that is extremely persistent and never gives up.

However, before he could really say these questions, Sera spoke up before him——

"Far away. Yes. Loved."

Sherlock: "..."

Sera seemed to feel some indescribable complex emotions of the detective.She turned around slowly, with a very relaxed and happy smile on her face.

"Actually, admitting failure is not as difficult as you imagined, isn't it?" As always, she knew how to hit the detective's dead spot.

Sherlock glanced at her and was silent for a few seconds.

"I admit," he began, rather dryly, "that I am still here to get you to confess your guilt yourself."

Serra, "I know."

Sherlock couldn't help but frown.she knows?

Sera folded her hands on her knees, sitting in a casual and relaxed posture, and said with a smile, "Because you are Sherlock Holmes——and Sherlock Holmes, if he suffers a failure with me, he will definitely regain his place. .”

The detective was silent for a few more seconds.

"Are you sure your last name is not Holmes?" he asked.There are very few people who can always go one step further than them in front of this family.Is she really smart, or is she experienced?

Serra smiled meaningfully, "I hope so."

After all, she had been Mrs. Sherlock Holmes-to-be for a few days.And he has a very interesting family. It is certain that his life will be very fulfilling and interesting since he was a child.

The detective didn't show any guilt about that once absurd behavior. He even looked her in the eyes as a matter of course, and told her with great certainty, "I will let you speak—one day."

People like them don't stay interested in something for too long, and their focus and energy have a limited shelf life.Just like someone like Moriarty, once she loses interest in the matter of "frustrating Sherlock Holmes" and she has had enough, there is no doubt that she will tell the truth herself when the time comes— She must plead guilty.

Life is like a ball of tangled yarn, and homicide is like a red thread running through it.It is their job to discover it, to take it out of life, and to make it known to the world.

To crack the unsolved case and arrest the murderer, this is the pursuit and responsibility of a qualified detective.

—no matter how much time and thought it will cost him.One day, he will find the truth and find out.

"I will send you to prison with my own hands." Sherlock stared into her eyes with a very calm tone, as if saying that the weather is really nice.

For this kind of interesting threat, the smile in Sera's eyes couldn't help but deepened.She can understand the detective's persistence and curiosity, and also understand what he has not said to her - there are so many unsolved cases in the world, and there are countless criminals more dangerous than me, but you are chasing after me Hold on to me for an answer you already know - is it really just to send me to prison, Sherlock Holmes?

And you know that that day will never come.Even if it does come, you know that it is no longer the me you are familiar with.

What a wise man who is arrogant and self-willed and never willing to tell the truth.

Serra leaned back in her chair, gazed into his eyes, and smiled, "Is that so? Then I'm afraid...it's going to take you a long time, Mr. Holmes."

Maybe a year, ten years, maybe longer.Who knows.

Regarding this, Sherlock nodded understandingly, and his tone was very calm, "Yes, I am ready. So we can start now."

Serra knowingly asked, "Start what?"

Sherlock narrowed his eyes.

"You," he said.

Solve all the riddles about "Sera"—she has too many riddles, and he will spend a long time looking for the answers one by one.

After all, this is an unfinished story.

The author has something to say: This article is over.The emotional line is written very secretly, because I think it is an obvious expression for a person like Juan Fu who can achieve this level.This is the ending that I think is the most unpopular and the most reasonable, and the rest is left to your imagination.

PS: Life in the south without air conditioning is really sad...it's so hot that I hate my dog...

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