[Comprehensive] The Great Devil

There is no doubt that the news of Sierra Jones' murder shocked the world.

Needless to say what kind of commotion the outside world caused, but here, after Serra hung up the call of his agent, he pressed a number that the British people knew by heart: 999, a call to the police.

Here's what she told the police—

"Hello, I'm Sierra Jones... yes that's Sierra Jones, I'm in room 1670 at the Ritz, I think I may have killed someone, I don't remember much - yes, please You send someone here right away, I'm scared."

Then he hung up the phone neatly.

Apparently involved in the murder, the London Metropolitan Police Department is much more efficient than her agent who still supports several stars. After 15 minutes, Sierra took the time to change clothes, wash her face, and even folded her clothes. After finishing the evidence of the blood-stained pajamas, someone knocked on the door.

Then the police invited her to the police station in a very polite manner. She could see that these people recognized her identity, and two of them were probably her fans. At the same time, he did not forget to sneak a glance at her in the rearview mirror.

She followed the police into the police station with a very cooperative attitude, and the whole hall was silent for an instant.And after she was brought into a quieter questioning room, this embarrassing situation was alleviated, but soon a new question appeared——

"I don't need a lawyer," Sera leaned back on the chair, her voice still hoarse as if she hadn't woken up.She has a very characteristic natural smoky voice, hoarse and deep, sensual and vicissitudes, with a kind of lazy sexiness, which instantly fills this cold room with a sense of smoky blur, and time slows down accordingly——

"This is not in accordance with the rules," the policeman was a little embarrassed, "Miss Jones, please follow the rules and procedures, otherwise we will—"

"Rules? Process?" Sera bent her legs. She is 178 tall and has long legs that ordinary people can't match. When stretched out, they almost extend directly from one end of the table to the other. The straight lines are tight and slender, even Even the policeman couldn't help taking a few more glances, "—do I look like a person who likes to follow rules and procedures?" She asked.

Indeed, she is famous for her rebelliousness, and as an actor, her obsession with the role has also caused many directors a headache: as long as she thinks that a certain behavior or idea of ​​the character does not conform to the fundamental personality, and the director does not If you listen to her suggestion, she will refuse to continue to participate in the show until the other party agrees to modify it.Many call it dedicated, others see her as stubborn and have a love-hate relationship with her.

The police officer obviously knew about her reputation, and couldn't help but have a headache, "Then Miss Jones, what do you think..."

"This." She borrowed a police officer's cell phone, pressed a few buttons, and then turned the screen to show them the words, "I want to invite him as my 'lawyer'. No one but him .”

There are a few large characters written on the screen-Consulting detective Sherlock Holmes, address 221B Baker Street.My website is as follows, welcome to visit.

Next to it is a picture of him wearing his trademark deerstalker hat, showing a half-thoughtful profile.

Well, this is a character that almost everyone in the British police knows.His cleverness is as famous as his poisonous tongue, and the police fear and admire him more than ordinary people.

In the words of their superiors: He can strip you naked with just one look.

However, it is understandable that Sera Jones wants to invite consulting detectives. Since she is not an ordinary public figure, the star effect always has an exaggerated effect like a magnifying glass, and soon this murder scandal will be overwhelmingly published in the newspapers. Going out, she will once again ignite the hot topic of the crowd, including the police department—but this time it is not a topic with a positive effect.

In just 10 minutes, their superiors issued an order to resolve the case as soon as possible, the sooner the better.Her choice is undoubtedly very wise - of course, the premise is that the other party accepts her invitation.

Today is a rare holiday for Lestrade. Unfortunately, he had to sacrifice his happy time when he encountered such a case. After receiving a series of calls from his superiors and subordinates, he had to rush back from his vacation home in the suburb In the police station, he pushed open the door in a hurry. After seeing the "suspect" who was lazily sitting on a chair and reading a magazine, he paused. Clearing his throat, he spoke first——

"Miss Jones? Hello, I am Sheriff Lestrade, the person in charge of this case - I heard you are looking for Sherlock Holmes?"

Serra closed the page and turned around.The face-to-face distance, obviously that face is more impactful than in the magazine, Lestrade couldn't help tightening his jaw, and looked away reflexively, and then heard the British first-line actress use her iconic The charming smoky voice came out.

"Yes, Sherlock Holmes - is there any question, Sheriff?"

He was silent for a few seconds.

"To tell you the truth, I've called him no less than ten times on the way, and he's hung up on me ten times - for God's sake! Fortunately, the last one got through. And unfortunately Yes, he rejected your case—well, for the following reasons, which I am merely citing—”

He cleared his throat uncomfortably, frowned, and looked serious, "'Although I admire Miss Jones's influence on the public, I remember that the last time the British media had such amazing efficiency was probably when the Queen got married ——But obviously this is another boring case that a discerning eye can see at a glance. Red roses represent passionate courtship, blood and sexual innuendo——It can be seen that Miss Jones does not like this kind of vain appearance. The door is locked, only the key card How did the deceased get in?—Of course she opened the door on her own initiative. Given Miss Jones' past reputation, she could only be moved by what the deceased said outside the door or threatened to do so , and then they had an argument that escalated again - shoving (judging from the slightly disheveled shirt in the photo), losing their minds, grabbing fruit knives, fear after rage, chaotic amnesia -'”

Serra raised an eyebrow.

Lestrade glanced at her, and after a long, almost breathless recitation, he repeated the other party's conclusion, "'—why did you call me? Such an obvious answer is too much to say. Waste of time - sorry I'm only interested in the more challenging cases and this one is clearly not one of them."

Then there was a beep, and the busy tone ended the conversation with full hearing.

"I'm sorry, although I shouldn't mix personal emotions into it, I still suggest that you, heck, don't invite Sherlock Holmes to investigate this case..." Lestrade looked up at the sky, "You must know that newspapers and media always like to exaggerate , I admit that Sherlock is very smart, so he also has some... um... imperfections of a smart person, and I think you probably won't like that..."

You must know that in the past few years of cooperating with Sherlock, the other party has offended everyone in the London Hall. Many people now dream of punching his face that can run a horse at night—— Of course, sometimes he can't help but think so.

"So I got rejected?" Serra asked.

Lestrade was uncomfortable looking directly at that lethal face even without makeup, he touched his nose, "You are not the first, and of course you will not be the last... He once blatantly refused and ridiculed Someone more famous than you."

Strictly speaking, Sherlock has been very polite this time.

Sierra lowered her eyes, tapped her fingers on the table, thought for a few seconds, and then spoke.

"Since you have Mr. Holmes' private number, it should prove that your relationship is quite good. Maybe you can send him a text message for me-when he receives this message, I believe he will reopen the case. interest of."

Lestrade couldn't help but widen his eyes amusedly. Like all Sherlock's "friends", he was very much looking forward to seeing the unexpected side of the detective, so he took out his phone very cooperatively, and followed what she said. Typed up word by word——

"Buenos Aires, apartment suicide case, Mr. Kavov is not left-handed, although all the furnishings in the room follow the living habits of the left hand, but it does not belong to his apartment, but his twins Brother—he killed him and took his place. You let the real murderer go."

Lestrade pressed the send button, and then realized that she was referring to the case that Sherlock had solved half a year ago, so he couldn't help asking curiously, "That case has been concluded, and all the evidence points to suicide , the dentist also identified the deceased...how did you find out?"

"I'll tell you the answer later, Sheriff, but first you need to receive a text message." Sierra said, the voice just fell, and after a beep, the message notification sounded.Lestrade opened it and saw that it was from Sherlock Holmes, and there was only one sentence on it——

"Ask her if the flaw is the broken molar?"

"How did he know it was you—forget it." Lestrade was already used to Sherlock's way of thinking that was different from ordinary people, so he asked this question out of his mouth, Sela raised his eyebrows slightly, He propped himself up with great interest, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Consulting detective... really deserves its reputation."

With just a text message, all the causes and consequences were figured out, and the clues that were ignored half a year ago were found in an instant.

She began to have higher expectations for this meeting.

Lestrade sent a "SHE saidyes." and sighed, "I hope you have a better temper than the tabloids, Miss Jones - few can stand him - I mean Sherlock Holmes, and The only person who could stand him just got married and moved into their loving apartment, and now he's in puberty again, and obviously I mean the bad kind..."

Just as he was talking, the door was opened suddenly, and a person walked in quickly, sat across from him unceremoniously, clasped his hands on the table, looked at her for a few seconds, then looked up at Lestrade. He said sharply, "It wasn't her, the murderer was someone else."

Sheriff, "..."

Sela raised her eyebrows, staring at the uninvited guest whose identity was obviously exposed by Lestrade's helpless eyes——

Sherlock Holmes, the famous London consulting detective, looked taller than he appeared in the newspaper photos.Wearing a very iconic black windbreaker, he has penetrating eyes, a face with a ratio of width to height of 9:16, and curly hair that can neutralize this difficult face shape for ordinary people.The figure is very slender, the temperament is ascetic, and there is a kind of maverick elite style.The good voice of the subwoofer, the highly recognizable speaking style and the high speed of the wind make people messy, as if what he said is like the truth, and it is difficult for others to pick the wrong one.

All in all, this is just because of his appearance, he doesn't look like a man who can win women's favor by selling his appearance.

The author has something to say: I can laugh at the last sentence for a year hahahahahahaha