I'm very happy with the skin [Comprehensive]

"What's wrong?" Lu Boyan walked up with his messy hair sleeping like a chicken coop.

"This is...?" Lestrade watched the unkempt Lu Boyan lie down on the sofa next to Sherlock, but Sherlock didn't say anything uncharacteristically, and felt incredible.

"This is our new tenant, and also the 'personal bodyguard' invited by McCoff." Watson introduced it like this, as if he remembered the hatred of the black card before.

"Oh, hello, I'm Inspector Lestrade." Lestrade didn't ask much after hearing McCoff's name, and extended his hand to shake Lu Boyan's.

"Albert Lu Black, just call me Lu." Lu Boyan said politely.

"Speaking of which, everyone should be colleagues, and they were all asked to take care of someone." Lu Boyan glanced at someone who was still playing the violin with a smile.

Lestrade: ...

Is it really good to be so straightforward? ? ?

Lu Boyan picked up the newspaper that Lestrade had shown Sherlock before, and glanced at it.

"Sherlock, didn't you offend one person? There are so many people who want to fuck you." Lu Boyan found that more than one newspaper, many newspapers reported this matter.

"Yes, the key is who is there, so that we can deal with it." As the 'senior nanny', Lestrade subconsciously took Sherlock's matter to himself, and said so.

"There is one person who doesn't know if you know." Lu Boyan lazily raised his hand on the sofa, "A man named Moriarty, when I came home at night, he suddenly appeared and said a lot of things. Nothing, I think he is very suspicious."

The sound of the violin stopped, and Sherlock, who had his back to Lu Boyan, turned around and looked at him with piercing eyes.

"To be honest, he's not as good-looking as you or as tall as you." Lu Boyan immediately sat up straight and said righteously.

"Moriarty? It's this man again." Lestrade suddenly became worried.

The name Moriarty is no stranger to people at Scotland Yard, and nine out of ten cases involved him.Lord of the Underworld, Lord of Crime.The police arrested him several times, but he was eventually released without charge.

Sherlock and Moriarty are simply old enemies.

"What does he want to do this time?" Watson looked serious. He was always wary of Moriarty.

"There must be his impetus behind this case." Sherlock muttered to himself, his eyes became brighter and brighter, "Let me see what you are going to do."

"You don't need to be in the second grade at this time, okay?" Lu Boyan couldn't help complaining when he saw Sherlock's nagging, "You should think about how to get out."

"Yes, Sherlock, I came here to tell you that I found a construction team to build the fountain, but I didn't find an investor." Lestrade slapped his head and told Sherlock another thing that he almost forgot, " The construction team said that someone sent money and requests anonymously, and then agreed with the park organizer, so they built such a fountain."

Sherlock thought for a while, picked up the coat that was put aside and said, "Come on, take me to have a look."

"I want to take you there, but there are too many people outside, it's hard for me to squeeze in, and I can't even get out." Lestrade spread his hands and said distressedly.

Sherlock looked down at Lu Boyan who was looking at his phone: "Take us out."

"Me? I'm not that capable." Lu Boyan turned off the phone screen and pretended to be stupid.

"The rings are brought out, they must be useful, take us out as you go to the hospital." Sherlock said calmly.

"Really?" Lu Boyan stood up and asked back, "Aren't you going to avoid it?"

Sherlock glanced at Lestrade and Watson, "It doesn't matter, they are the ones who took the money anyway."

"Okay." Lu Boyan put on the hanging ring, and whispered: "Anyway, this is what your 'brother' taught me, and it just happened to be used."

After asking where the Lestrade construction team was, Lu Boyan stretched out his hand and circled it in a big circle on his chest.

Streaks of golden light flashed, like sparks splashing, the golden thread surrounded Lu Boyan's body, and the original air was faintly shining.The gold wire gets bigger and bigger, and finally forms an elliptical space-time circle with the same height as a person.Outside the space-time circle is a remote corner.

Watson and Lestrade stared dumbfounded at the scene in front of them.

"Please." Lu Boyan stretched out his hand to signal the three of them to set off.

As expected, Sherlock reached out to the space-time circle, and it was obvious that the hand passed through the space-time circle.From the side, it looks like the hand has been amputated.

"So there really is such a thing as magic." Watson murmured as he looked at the space-time circle that didn't fit his worldview with a dazed look.

He suddenly understood why Lu Boyan could get such a much higher salary than himself.No matter how much this ability is, it is not too much.

Sherlock turned around and took a deep look at Lu Boyan, then took the lead and walked in.

"Sherlock, wait for me." Lestrade's face changed slightly, and he followed Sherlock into the space-time circle.

"Lu, aren't you together?" Watson asked kindly, thinking that Lu Boyan had complained many times before that no one took him with him.

"He's not free, someone is looking for him." Sherlock stood on the other side of the space-time circle and said into the room.As he spoke, he looked Lu Boyan up and down, showing a rare smile.

After being watched by Sherlock, Lu Boyan, who felt hairy in his heart, waved at Huasheng with a dry smile, motioning for him to go over.After everyone passed by, immediately close the space-time circle.

"It's not easy to get money for a bodyguard these days." Lu Boyan said with lingering fear.

"Mr. Black, I think our conversation last time was very pleasant." After half a month, McCoff met with Lu Boyan again.

Still in the familiar room, Mycroft sat in front of Lu Boyan with his back to the floor-to-ceiling windows, with a serious expression.

"Of course, after all, I'm still eating yours and using yours." Lu Boyan said with a smile while propping his elbows on the armrest of the chair.

"Then I think you should be able to fulfill your obligations well." A smile finally appeared on the corner of Mycroft's mouth, and he pushed the file bag in front of Lu Boyan.

"This is Jim Moriarty's information, you can take a look."

Hearing this name, Lu Boyan became curious.After all, he is a person who is so cool that it is hard to forget.

He opened the portfolio and looked.

After reading it, Lu Boyan just wanted to sigh that the painting styles of the United States and Britain are really different.

The United States is a sci-fi blockbuster, and the opponents they encounter are all high-powered, and the confrontation between the two sides is bang bang.

The British side is an official suspense drama. The opponents you meet are all wandering on the edge of the law, and they will go crazy from time to time. The duel is based on brain circuits spanning [-] miles.

Of course, the only thing both sides have in common is that they always harm innocent people.

The innocent people who were harmed: ...

"I helped you get rid of the suspicion before, but now the Smith family has set their revenge on Sherlock." McCoff said, looking at Lu Boyan's eyes: "This time, the Huaguo women's case involves a religious group. They are all of high status. Now Moriarty is acting as an intermediary to connect the two parties, and their common goal is Sherlock." As he spoke, Mycroft sighed for a long time.

"The difficulty this time is not the case, but the public opinion." His eyes were filled with worry, "As compensation for the Smith family, the queen does not allow me to use the Sixth Military Service. Although the Smith family promised not to do anything excessive, it is difficult to guarantee Moriarty doesn't move from behind, so I hope you'll be keeping close by Sherlock's side recently."

Hearing the words behind, Lu Boyan stood up abruptly, "You don't have anyone following Sherlock?"

"I found many reporters outside their apartment. Smith and the others dare not act under the eyes of the media. This is the best protection." McCoff felt the tension in Lu Boyan's words, and he stood up and spoke quickly.

"The premise is that they haven't left the apartment." Lu Boyan said helplessly with his hands on his waist.

"Sherlock went out?" Mycroft's pupils shrank slightly, and he said in disbelief, "The people I arranged outside didn't see him go out."

"Yes, they didn't go out through the door, they got out by this." Lu Boyan sighed tiredly, and lightly drew a circle on his hand.

A space-time circle slowly opened in front of Mycroft.

"Sherlock, why are we here?" Watson asked puzzled.

After Lu Boyan opened the space-time circle and sent them away near the construction team, Sherlock immediately turned his head and walked in one direction.Lestrade even yelled a few times that he was in the wrong direction but didn't look back.

Watson and Lestrade immediately understood that he was not coming out to the construction team, but had another purpose.

Following Sherlock, the three of them took a taxi to Kensington, a well-known rich area in England.There are many high-ranking officials and nobles living here, celebrities and celebrities.

Sherlock came to a villa in a familiar way. Here lived the art director of a blue-blooded luxury brand. He was once honored by the Queen of England and was very famous in the fashion industry.

"This is the murderer." Sherlock said, looking up at the tall statue hanging at the entrance of the villa.

"No, it won't be." Watson couldn't believe that such a well-known public figure was actually the serial murderer.

"Go in, someone should be waiting for us." Sherlock shook his head, stretched out his hand, and the outer door of the villa opened automatically, as if he had expected someone to come.

Lestrade frowned and tightened his gun bag, followed Sherlock into the villa.

There were unexpectedly many people sitting in the villa. Every face was one that people often saw on the TV network, and every name was familiar.

They sat on the ground in a circle in uniform, seemingly unsurprised by Sherlock's arrival.

Sherlock walked slowly to stand in front of these people, looked around, and turned to look at the stairs behind him - there was a person standing against the railing.

Clap clap, applause sounded.

"Sherlock, welcome to the game I prepared for you." Moriarty poked his head against the railing and smiled, "Are you ready?"