[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

"Connie." Sherlock sat on the sofa with his legs crossed and looked at Connie with his chin propped up.

Connie put down the tray, took out the picture on the phone, adjusted it to another angle, and handed it to Sherlock: "Mr. Sherlock said it was related to Guanyin, so I have been looking up the relationship between this symbol and Guanyin all afternoon. relationship, but I did not find a similar pattern, but, from this angle, this pattern is like a branch in a bottle, and in China, it is easy to connect with the image of Guanyin, that It is Yangzhi Guanyin. According to legend, her image is a Guanyin Bodhisattva holding a poplar branch in her right hand and holding a clean bottle in her left hand. I also checked the Sanskrit spelling of Guanyin, and it is the same as the photo Mr. Sherlock showed me."

In the phone are photos taken by Connie.

Sherlock looked at the photo and was silent for a moment. Connie carefully handed over the materials she compiled: "This is the information and legend about Yangzhi Guanyin." It was obviously the information about Yangzhi that she printed out with Sherlock's printer. Baidu information of Avalokitesvara.

Sherlock didn't answer. Lestrade looked at the information and said dizzily, "This is Chinese? Sherlock, can you understand Chinese?"

As soon as these words came out, Connie suddenly realized something, Sherlock doesn't seem to be very good at Chinese...

Ah, what should I do if I suddenly want to knock my head and swell?

Seeing Sherlock's silent gaze, Connie immediately stood up straight: "Mr. Sherlock, if necessary, I can translate it for you tonight."

"OK." Sherlock snapped his fingers and began to think deeply again.

The atmosphere of isolating everything from the outside world began again.

Connie and Officer Lestrade glanced at each other, then silently returned to their room with a pen and paper.

Suddenly, there is an illusion that no matter whether it is IQ or EQ, they are severely crushed by others...

Translating the materials dizzily, Connie had to use an online dictionary, and finally finished the translation and sent it upstairs in the middle of the night, and ran into Sherlock who was playing the violin ecstasy.

Inspector Lestrade had disappeared, and Connie's eyelids were almost glued together from sleepiness.

"Mr. Sherlock, the information has been translated and placed on your desk, then..." She said hello and was about to exit the room.

The violin stopped abruptly.

Sherlock was wearing a black suit and turned his head: "Connie."

"Is there any other order, sir?" She pulled her eyelids and asked vigorously.

"Another terrorist attack."

"Ah, oh... again..." After a while, the eyelids that were pulled down trembled energetically.

Connie didn't know how to react, and looked at Sherlock in a somewhat unpredictable way. Could it be that Sherlock needs her to develop a new brain hole?Or looking for new information?But she is really sleepy today...

Seeing Connie's expression, a strange expression flashed across Sherlock's face.

No anxiety, no worry, no fear—she didn't even care about such a thing.

But in the same way, there is no excitement or curiosity.

It's not so much that she regards this as a trivial matter, it's better to say that she doesn't care about such things, but such an attitude is not numb.

She was different from him, but also different from everyone else.

This, a 12-year-old girl.

There are still things he can't understand...reasons that he can't reason out.

At a certain moment, Connie felt that she was an animal being studied, but that feeling was only for a moment, and she always thought she was thinking too much.

Sherlock didn't speak, but just stared at her. Connie felt that she had to leave or stay, so she said bravely, "Does Mr. Sherlock have any clues?"

"Of course there are clues, but they are still not enough to deduce the whole case. In today's terrorist attack, the location was still in the subway, and an explosion was found in the carriage, but it was resolved in time, but there were still thugs committing crimes. Killed a few people and fled."

The London Underground is really bad!

She will never take the subway in the future, even if it costs money, she will take a taxi!

Connie swore inwardly.

"Isn't that a good thing? There are surveillance cameras on the subway, and the perpetrators should be arrested soon. Now that the bomb has been dismantled, that's a good thing." Starting from those people, presumably You can find the person behind you.

"No. Those people are just terrorists." Sherlock said with a frown.

Connie paused, just terrorists?How big is the heart of a great god...

"So the police officers think that these two cases are of the same nature, but Mr. Sherlock doesn't think so?" After thinking about it, Connie came up with the reason for Sherlock's unhappy appearance.

"Thankfully, there is finally someone with a brain more flexible than those Scotland Yard sheep." Sherlock turned around and stepped onto the sofa to lie down.

Oh, thank you so much for the compliment.

The nicotine tablets were attached to his arm, and Sherlock took six of them in one go.

Connie frowned, using nicotine in her early 20s?Wait, it looks like the master took drugs when he was young...

Taking out the chocolate bar in her pocket, Connie handed it over carefully: "It's delicious, and the sugar helps you think. Do you want to try it, Mr. Sherlock?"

"..."

"..."

Connie silently withdrew her outstretched hand.

When the Great God stared at her without blinking, her heart was indeed beating wildly like a deer.

But that was scary!

God is really scary┗(T﹏T)┛

Who said that Juan Fu is cold on the outside and arrogant on the inside! ?

Stand up, she will never kill him! ?

Sherlock turned his head back again, eyes closed in thought.

Breathed deeply and breathed, in a reverent gesture...to the ceiling.

"But why did the police officers conclude that the two crimes were committed by the same gang? Could there be those symbols at the scene?"

"...Continue." Sherlock opened his mouth to spit out a sentence and then closed his mouth.

Connie rubbed her hair, and said bravely, "It should be that they have the same logo, so the police officers think so. If the police officers really think that the first explosion was done by terrorists, then the later people may be They want to use the actions of the previous terrorists to kill some people, because they thought that the perpetrators of the previous explosion were terrorists, so they thought it was the most appropriate way to kill the people they wanted to kill. Then those signs are very It may be faked. Then these two cases have completely different motives. According to Mr. Sherlock’s inference, the former case is related to Guanyin. Since it is not a terrorist, it is likely to be a cult organization... As for The perpetrator of the latter case is most likely not a terrorist, but a private vendetta.” Since Sherlock has determined that the previous explosion was not caused by terrorists, and the former case is different from the latter case, then the second The case is unlikely to be a terrorist.

Any terrorist is arrogant and will not imitate other terrorists.

And they will not be accomplices, otherwise Sherlock will not see anything.

Even if it is not possible to determine what group the perpetrator of the previous case is, but it is confirmed that the perpetrator of the latter case is neither an accomplice nor a terrorist in the first case, then the purpose of the elaborate disguise is only one - to kill the person who wants to kill , and use the name of a terrorist to escape this charge.

After careful analysis, Connie came up with the most likely answer based on Sherlock's conclusion.

After finishing speaking, she saw that Sherlock had changed his posture, and was sitting on the sofa staring at her with his chin propped up.

scare!

"Mr. Sherlock. Is there something wrong?"

Oh, God wants to ridicule, please tap ヾ(≧O≦)〃哦~

"What is the basis for you to draw this conclusion?" Unexpectedly, Sherlock not only did not mockingly send a sentence of mortal wisdom, but asked quietly.

Connie thought about it, based on what?

"Mr. Sherlock is not saying that the first bombing was not a terrorist crime, and you also disagree with the actions of the police officers to list these two cases as the same case. I think the terrorists should be very loudly promoting their existence. That’s right, otherwise it wouldn’t be called a terrorist... The nature of the two cases is different, so the latter case couldn’t have been done by a terrorist. If you pretend to be a terrorist, it should be a private vendetta. Well, Generally speaking, it is based on Mr. Sherlock's reasoning..." Her suspenseful reasoning ability is not very good, except for the occasional good brain opening and the basic logical ability, the rest are useless.

After expressing her reasoning, Connie only felt that the way Mr. Sherlock looked at her became even more strange.

"So... based on my reasoning... based on my reasoning?"

"Yes." Connie hesitated.After thinking about it, there seems to be nothing wrong.He nodded of course.

However, those big eyes were still looking at her without blinking.

The tiny hairs stood on end one by one, and Connie didn't dare to look at Sherlock in the blink of an eye, for fear that something earth-shattering would happen in the next second.

"Okay, it's okay for now." Sherlock suddenly lay back on the sofa and closed his eyes.There was nothing unusual on his face.

"Then I'll go down first, do you still need coffee, sir?"

"no thank you."

Connie covered her little heart and rubbed her red eyes, asked a question, and after receiving Sherlock's refusal answer, she silently exited the room.

There are still some surprises and small surprises in my heart.

It seems that the Great God was very angry today, or he was fascinated by the difficulties of this case, or why is it so strange, and he can't even drink his favorite coffee... Sure enough, the attributes of a famous detective are so (￢_￢ )

Connie turned on the antenna, and her sixth sense as a woman told her.

where is wrong.

Although I don't know exactly where.

But here it is.

Tomorrow is the time for big purchases in the market...

At this time, it is necessary to avoid the unusual atmosphere.

Especially around Sherlock Holmes.

Look at people who arrived in London, not only did terrorists blow up the subway, but now even private vendettas and even cult organizations have come out.

The lethality cannot be underestimated...

I must follow the golden mean to protect myself...

The author has something to say: Ouch, I really don't want to move recently.

School is about to start, and it may be closed for a week.

Then it will be about a Wednesday after school officially starts.

Pat it~(～￣▽￣)～