I'm very happy with the skin [Comprehensive]

"You are insulting!" The reporter blushed and shouted loudly.

"I'm surprised you know the word insult." Sherlock tidied up his sleeves, which were crumpled by the crowd, and said calmly.

The reporter grabbed the photographer's camera and pointed at Sherlock, "I will live broadcast all your insults to me and put them on the Internet so that everyone can know your face."

Sherlock looked at the camera and said to the reporter: "You wear a ring on your ring finger, but the price of the ring is beyond your reach as a reporter. It means that your wife is richer than you. The folds of your cuffs and trousers indicate that you died yesterday. The clothes you are wearing, but you did not change them, means that you did not go home last night. The position of the ring does not match the long-term ring marks on your fingers, which means that you took the ring off last night. "

Sherlock watched the reporter frantically trying to turn off the camera, and said unhurriedly: "You still smell a little bit of women's perfume, and the collar of your shirt is wrinkled, but you can smell the smell of washing powder. What is it?" To make you smell like a woman's perfume, and only wash your neckline?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" The reporter grabbed Sherlock's collar viciously and shouted.

Sherlock broke free from the reporter's shackles, "Pay attention to the image, it's live broadcast now, but..." Sherlock slowly smoothed his collar, "I think you should pay more attention to how you told your editor-in-chief's wife that you cheated last night things."

Sherlock didn't look at the reporter's sudden expression again, he stretched out his hand and pulled Watson to hold him behind him, and walked forward slowly.

No one dared to stop the two of them.The reporters seemed to be shocked, and they automatically moved out of the way for the two.

Soon the two left, and only Lestrade was left to deal with the rest of the reporters.

The two people who took a taxi soon arrived at Butts Hospital.

"Sherlock? Why are you here again?" She happened to meet Molly at the door, and she asked in surprise, with a smile on her face involuntarily.

"I want to see the dead body." Sherlock opened the glass door and strode forward without looking sideways.

"Oh, oh, is it?" The smile on Molly's face couldn't hold back, sometimes she wondered why she liked someone as indifferent as Sherlock.

"Molly, if you are free, you can come with us." Watson did not want to embarrass Molly too much, and said as if to ease the atmosphere.

"No need." Molly smiled and declined Watson's invitation. "The corpse is in room 302, which is next door to yesterday's room."

"I see, thank you for reminding me." Watson quickly took two steps to catch up with Sherlock, and waved goodbye to Molly.

The elevator arrived downstairs, and Sherlock and the two stood inside the elevator, watching the elevator door slowly close.

After closing it, Watson pursed his lips and whispered, "You can be more polite to Molly."

"I'm already very polite." Sherlock looked at the floor display in the elevator, "I've patiently communicated with goldfish."

"Sherlock, don't keep calling people goldfish." Watson tried to tell him that it was impolite.

"Here we are." Sherlock said suddenly, and walked out of the elevator quickly.

Watson shook his head helplessly and followed Sherlock out.

"What did you guys do?"

A voice shook the two of them in place.

Lu Boyan folded his hands on his chest and slowly walked out of the room.

"Why are you still here?" Sherlock frowned and asked in a deep voice.

"What do you mean I'm still here?" Lu Boyan's eyes widened in disbelief, "Aren't we together? You left me and left by yourself and asked me why I'm here?"

Sherlock closed his eyes, held back the words that wanted to spray venom, and walked around Lu Boyan towards the morgue without saying a word.

Lu Boyan complained to Chao Huasheng, who was chattering behind Sherlock: "Look at him, he didn't feel sorry at all. Fortunately, I brought you breakfast early in the morning."

"Thank you for your hard work." Watson couldn't help laughing. This was the first time that Sherlock endured others without a poisonous tongue.

"Don't tell me, I really discovered something here by myself today." Lu Boyan raised his eyebrows and said as it should.

"How did you come in alone?" Sherlock suddenly turned around and looked at Lu Boyan and asked.

"Guess?" Lu Boyan folded his hands on his chest, turned his head, and walked into the room swaggeringly, without any intention of answering Sherlock.

Sherlock who was left in place: ...

Seeing that Sherlock was about to explode, Watson hurriedly stepped forward and asked Lu Boyan, "What did you find, Lu?"

Lu Boyan reached out and took out the crumpled documents and said: "Because the other cases are older, only some autopsy reports and samples are left, so I only searched for these."

"Several of the deceased were raped after being in a coma, but the drug that can reach this dose must have some residue in the body. But I found that this is not just a drug or some other chemical reagent stun. It's Prepared anesthesia, with multiple ingredients. So there must be an anesthetist in this group, and then there are more," Lu Boyan took out his mobile phone, and pointed out some screenshots to Sherlock, "These figures are always on the scene every time. Appeared at the scene, and the clothes did not change. I think it is a ceremony, and there are restrictions on clothes. I took it to some tailors and clothiers to ask about the style of this clothing, but I have not seen it. Therefore, there should be another person in the group who can The one who cuts the clothes."

Sherlock listened carefully to Lu Boyan's analysis, then silently stretched out his hand and turned Lu Boyan's head towards the door, and then stretched out his hand to push——

Lu Boyan staggered and fell outside the door.

"What are you doing?" Lu Boyan turned his head and glared at Sherlock.

Watson, who had just listened to Lu Boyan's serious analysis, also looked at Sherlock blankly.

"I'll just listen to your serious nonsense." Sherlock put on his gloves and began to examine the dead body with a blank expression.

After two days, the corpse had already developed plaques and exuded a smell of corpses.Sherlock looked carefully at the few bruises on the chest of the corpse, and finally found what he wanted in one place.

"John, come here." Sherlock took off the glove on his left hand, waved at Watson, pointed to the darker spots on the bruises and said, "Take off these marks, these are the marks on the murderer's hand." left behind by his ring."

"Didn't the fingerprints be found?" Lu Boyan asked eagerly.

"No fingerprints doesn't mean there's nothing else." Sherlock put his hand on Lu Boyan's face and then turned his face away, "Isn't it better to analyze like you?"

"Is what I said unreasonable?" Lu Boyan shouted.

"First, the anesthetist may not be the anesthetist, but may also be the pharmacist. Second, uniform clothing does not necessarily mean that there is a tailor, or it may be custom made elsewhere." Sherlock said without even looking at Lu Boyan.

"Sherlock, it's done." Watson handed the stamped mark to Sherlock.

Sherlock held the paper and looked at it against the sun, and put down his hand after looking at it for a long time.He cast a miraculous glance at Lu Boyan next to him, "You're really right about something."

"What is it?" Lu Boyan asked quickly.

"There is indeed a tailor, and it is also the murderer." Sherlock stuffed the paper into Lu Boyan's hand, "Let's take a good look."

"What's the point?" Lu Boyan held the paper curiously, imitating Sherlock's movements and looked towards the sun. There was a roughly rectangular area with several circles of different sizes——

It can be vaguely seen that it is the imprint of a thimble.

"We're waiting for news from Lestrade now." Sherlock covered the body and walked outside.

"Are you sure?" Watson asked with some concern.

Regarding today's unfriendly reporters, Watson was afraid that it would affect Sherlock.

"Not only him, but also my informant." Sherlock pointed his index finger at the phone and said strategically.

"Sherlock!" Lestrade rushed to 221B Baker Street early in the morning and shouted.

"What's the matter? Did you find it?" Sherlock played the violin soothingly and asked without looking back.

"Not this!" Lestrade anxiously turned on the TV, switched to the news channel, and handed him the newspaper in his hand, "Look, the media is talking about you now."

The original front page of the newspaper is a big picture of Sherlock, and the news channel broadcasts:

"Recently, the case of a female college student in Huaguo has been identified as a serial murder case. The public is panicking about such a heinous behavior. Her Majesty the Queen asked Scotland Yard to step up its investigation of the case. The Huaguo embassy also issued a document strongly condemning this behavior, And asked the British side to give an explanation.

Yesterday our station reporter discovered that such an important case was handed over to a private detective, and the detective had a bad attitude, and he was skeptical about whether he could solve the case and find the murderer, please read the detailed report below..."

"Do you know that there are many reporters around outside, trying to find out your mistakes and drive you into the ground." Lestrade said with some headaches seeing Sherlock still playing the violin leisurely .

"Sherlock, what did you do again?" Mrs. Hudson hurried up from downstairs, "I can't even go to buy groceries, I just made an appointment with the supermarket owner to have lunch together yesterday."

Sherlock glanced at Mrs. Hudson, "That boss is not suitable for you. He is five years older than you, and there is a son at home waiting to inherit his supermarket. He only asked you out because of your money."

"What nonsense are you talking about, Sherlock." Mrs. Hudson hurriedly turned around and walked downstairs, "It's just a lunch, nothing else."

"Then please call Lu up." Sherlock shouted to Mrs. Hudson's back.

"Who is targeting you?" Watson asked anxiously after hearing Lestrade's voice.

"There will always be a tell." Sherlock plucked the strings, and Bach's music flowed in the room.