I'm very happy with the skin [Comprehensive]

It was late at night, and Lu Boyan, who had been busy all day sorting out materials, stretched his arms and stretched his waist.

"It's so late, go back and rest." Lu Boyan reminded by knocking on the table where Sherlock was.

Sherlock buried himself in the documents without even looking at Lu Boyan.

This is very embarrassing.

Lu Boyan slowly retracted his hand on the table and placed it on his head, scratching gently.

"Lu, go back and rest, he probably won't sleep tonight." Watson said with a big yawn.

"What about you?" Lu Boyan asked back.

"I'll stay here with him." Watson rubbed his eyes. "There's a rest room over there. If I'm sleepy, I can go there for a rest."

"Okay." Lu Boyan spread his hands as expected, "Then I'll go back first."

"Okay." Watson nodded hesitantly, squinting his eyes and watching Lu Boyan go out.

Lu Boyan walked downstairs to the Barts Hospital, and the British night was cold and windy.

The street lamps on the side of the street cast a long shadow on the person, and on the silent road there was only the sound of Lu Boyan's shoes stepping on the ground.

"Tata." Lu Boyan stopped in his tracks.

A figure stepped out from the dark corner of the street corner behind him.

"Hello." Lu Boyan turned around and looked at the man in front of him.

He is of medium height, wearing a black suit, with a bright smile on his face.

"Mr. Black, it's a pleasure to meet you." The man said lightly, walked up to Lu Boyan with dancing steps, bowed and saluted.

"Aren't you going to introduce yourself, sir?" Lu Boyan smiled slightly.

"Jim Moriarty." Moriarty straightened up and looked at Lu Boyan unabashedly, "I'm here today to ask about Mr. Stoke."

"You are talking about the Mark series." Lu Boyan raised his eyebrows and said, "I think you should know that I have disappeared for eight years, and the armor has nothing to do with me."

"Even without this, it doesn't affect my coming to see Mr. Black." Moriarty tapped and walked around Lu Boyan. "Otherwise, how could I find something interesting."

"There are a lot of interesting things. You discovered some, and I also discovered some." Lu Boyan put his hands in his pockets and let Moriarty look at them. "I think you should want to see Sherlock more."

"It's not urgent." Moriarty stretched out his index finger and swayed from side to side, and walked back to the corner just now. "We will meet again."

His face gradually disappeared into the shadows, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was meaningful.

Lu Boyan:? ? ?This is gone? ? ?

Lu Boyan, who was standing there, looked at the empty street and suddenly didn't know what to say.Suddenly I miss the days when the system was there, at least someone accompanied me to complain.

There is actually someone who is more stylish than himself! !

Lu Boyan stayed on the spot speechless for a while, not thinking about why Moriarty came to see him.Are you telling yourself that this case is related to him?

Lu Boyan shook his head helplessly, and disappeared in place with light steps.

Watson was awakened by a movement, and looked up in confusion to see Sherlock wearing the coat he was going out.

"Where are you going?" Watson sat up abruptly and put on the clothes that had been covering him, "I'm with you."

"I'm going to take a look at the scene." Sherlock explained while wearing a scarf: "The information is almost done, and there are some things that need to be seen on the spot."

Watson got dressed, thought for a while, put the pistol/gun in the drawer on his waist, and followed Sherlock out.

When Lu Boyan, who got up early to bring them breakfast, came to Butts Hospital, he saw only empty rooms.

Lu Boyan with a frozen smile on his face: ...

On the other side, they didn't even remember Lu Boyan and the two of them were walking along the road, bought a sandwich and ate it while walking towards Scotland Yard.

"I need a permit to enter the death scene." Sherlock said directly as soon as he entered the door.

"You are just a consultant, you have no right to enter the scene." Agent Donavan greeted him and said unceremoniously.

Sherlock ignored Donavan and walked towards the inner police station, "Lestrade——"

"What's the matter?" Lestrade, who heard the movement, came out.

Seeing Donovan who stopped Sherlock, Lestrade waved his hand to signal her to let Sherlock in.

"I'm going to take a look at the scene." Sherlock said concisely.

Because this case involved diplomacy between the two countries, the scene of the death was immediately sealed off and no outsiders were allowed to enter.

Lestrade frowned slightly. Sherlock was not an employee of the police station, but a private consultant. It would be risky for Lestrade to rashly bring him into the scene.

"Come on, I'll take you there." Lestrade thought for a while before saying the same.

"Boss..." Donavan looked at Lestrade hesitantly.

"It doesn't matter." Lestrade said: "The most important thing now is to solve the case. One more day of delay will make the people worry more and affect the establishment of diplomatic relations between the countries."

Donavan didn't speak any more, watching Lestrade lead Sherlock out in silence.

In the car, Lestrade sat in the driver's seat and looked at Sherlock in the rearview mirror from the rearview mirror and said, "Don't mind what Donavan said, she has no other meaning."

Sherlock sat in the back with a blank expression, his body swayed with the movement of the car, "I won't think about the thoughts of goldfish, you don't need to explain to me."

Watson, who was sitting next to him, turned his head and glanced at Sherlock, but said nothing.

There was no sound along the way, and it didn't take long to arrive at the scene.

"It was discovered at five o'clock yesterday morning." Lestrade got out of the car and introduced to Sherlock: "The deceased was placed on the ground. This should not be the first scene. There were no traces of struggle or blood. The deceased It was discovered when a cleaning worker was cleaning, and the nearby cameras were either damaged or did not capture anyone."

Sherlock watched the death scene thoughtfully.

Surrounded by a yellow line is a corner of the park, and the human figure circled by a white line on the ground is where the deceased was found.

There is nothing special about the park, just like those parks near the apartment, next to the square.It is only for pedestrians to walk and watch the scenery.

The death scene was next to a tree, with a public seat and rubbish bins next to it.

Sherlock pinched the soil at the root of the tree with his hand, "Did you take a sample here?"

"I've done an appraisal, and there's nothing special about it. It's the same as the dirt on the deceased's body. It should have been touched while moving," Lestrade said.

Sherlock recalled the autopsy report and clothes inspection, "The time of death of the deceased was two o'clock in the middle of the night, and it was only three hours since he was discovered at five o'clock in the morning. I don't think the murderer moved the deceased again. This should be the first scene." .”

"But there is no blood nearby, and the deceased's uterus was taken away. This does not meet the conditions of the first scene." Lestrade said with his brows furrowed.

"The temperature is low in the middle of the night, and the deceased has already died. After death, the blood flow is slow, and there will be no gushing. If the murderer wraps the wound with something, there will be no blood left nearby." Sherlock said quickly, "Go and see The trash can over there, if there is no trash, it should have been taken away by the murderer. The cleaners should come here to collect the trash. This is the public cleaning time in London. The murderer should be very clear, so he chose to finish everything before, and then Take the garbage away. But you can sample on the wall and mouth of the cylinder, maybe you will find something.”

"Okay, I'll arrange someone to do it right away." Lestrade nodded, and immediately called the policeman next to him to do it.

Sherlock looked around the entire park, squinting at the buildings next to him.The flying pigeons, the angel statue not far away, and the sharp horn of Big Ben far away.

Suddenly his eyes rest on a small statue at the top of the fountain.

The statue is that of a man of the highest order, with a strong figure.Some resemble a David statue, but are slightly different.What's more important is that the man on the statue is holding a small, unclear object in his hand.

"When was this fountain built?" Sherlock approached the fountain, climbed up to the edge of the pool and looked at the statue about fifteen centimeters high.

"Sherlock, be careful." Watson shouted worriedly while supporting himself under Sherlock.

"This was built together with the park, I'll find someone to investigate." Lestrade said to Sherlock with his hands on his waist.

Sherlock stood on it and looked around, and finally jumped off the fountain lightly, "John, let's go, let's go back."

"Oh, huh?" Watson followed in a daze for two steps before he recovered and asked in confusion, "Did you find anything?"

"The murderer has appeared." Sherlock replied casually, walking towards Butts Hospital.The bodies of the deceased had been transported there.

"Have you discovered anything, Mr. Holmes?"

"What do you think of the case as a personal advisor?"

"Do you think you are sure to solve the case? Do you know the impact of this case?"

In just a dozen seconds, a group of reporters rushed out from nowhere and surrounded Sherlock and Watson tightly.

"Sorry, we are just consultants. You should wait for the police to notify you of the specific matters." Watson stretched out his arms to block the reporter's microphone that was about to poke his face.

"Why haven't the police acted? It's been two days, but they haven't seen any progress at all."

"This is related to our country's diplomacy. Do you think you are sure of giving you a private detective?"

The reporter's questions became sharper and sharper, and they came straight to Sherlock.

"I'm sorry, everything is under the police's arrangement." Watson turned his head and shouted while dealing with the reporter, "Lestrade, come and help!"

"Mr. Holmes, as a self-proclaimed high-intelligence detective, have you discovered anything?" A reporter poked the microphone straight in front of Sherlock, and hit Sherlock's face fiercely with the crowd.

Sherlock stopped in his tracks. He touched the corner of his mouth cut by the microphone, and looked at the reporter with cold eyes: "I found out that I really can't live with a stupid goldfish."

The author has something to say:

The cool Moriarty: Are you scared when you see me?

Lu Boyan: ...Are you afraid that others will not know that this matter has something to do with you?