Rational discussion, who is the stupidest brother [Comprehensive British and American]

Are all the cops in the world goldfish-headed idiots?

On the way from the Wayne Hotel to the Gotham Police Station, Sherlock kept thinking about this question.But when he arrived at the police station and was thrown directly into the interrogation room, and his request to contact the outside world was bluntly rejected, he changed his mind.

The policeman who refused him said with mocking eyes, "You still want to contact the outside world? What, do you want a lawyer to get rich guys like you? Don't dream! Kill people in Gotham, and you just wait to be caught." Throw it into Arkham with those lunatics!"

Sherlock decided to retract his previous evaluation.

What goldfish... This is a group of paramecium!

Not to mention the complete chain of evidence, even if there is no evidence that can directly identify him as the murderer, just based on the traces of the door lock being picked and his appearance at the crime scene, can he be arbitrarily determined to be the murderer? !

Has the time of the victim's death been identified?A bunch of idiots!

And just threaten to throw him into Arkham?

The criminal law is crying for you!

Compared with the paramecium in Gotham, the goldfish in Scotland Yard are angels!

But... thrown into Arkham?

Sherlock felt a throbbing feeling, ready to move into Arkham just to go!

Just put him in Arkham, then he can definitely... :).

However, if he goes in under the name of a murderer, he doesn't care about it (actually, he thinks it's pretty good!), but considering the fastidious guy McCauf and the face of the British government, etc., It is better for him to clear the murderer charge first.

After all, if he didn't liberate himself from the Gotham Police Department and regain his freedom before McCoff found out that he was sneaking, it would be tantamount to handing the blame to McCoff!

Mycroft's aggressive control freak can definitely laugh at him for a whole year!

As for whether McCoff would frantically sue the Gotham Police Department for bankruptcy, crying and begging him to leave, there is no doubt at all, his brother is that kind of domineering and unreasonable idiot!

The sound of the door opening with a click interrupted Sherlock's frenzy.

A strange brown-haired policeman walked into the interrogation room with a document in his hand, and slowly sat across from Sherlock.

The brown-haired policeman opened the folder, took out a pen and held it, and posed for a handwritten record, then asked:

"Name?"

Without a single word of pleasantries, the trial started directly.

Sherlock didn't answer him, but folded his arms, leaned back, and leaned back on the back of the chair with an arrogant attitude, and then said something irrelevant:

"You haven't been to the scene of the crime at the Wayne Hotel."

Sherlock has always been very confident in his memory, and he is sure that the brown-haired policeman in front of him is not among the group of paramecium that caught him from the Wayne Hotel.

Sending a police officer who hasn't even been to the scene of the crime to conduct an interrogation, Sherlock's evaluation of the Gotham police's IQ drops to the bottom.If it wasn't for other more mindless creatures to use as metaphors, Sherlock wouldn't even want to call them paramecia!

"Please don't mention topics that are not related to the interrogation." The brown-haired policeman knocked on the table with a pen, warning Sherlock.

"Name? Age? Gender?"

"Gender?" Sherlock pointed to his own face in disbelief, then pointed to his Adam's apple, and asked, "Are you Gotham police so stupid?"

The brown-haired policeman was silent for a few seconds, held his breath, restrained his teeth that wanted to rub against each other, and said calmly:

"...This is a normal interrogation process, please answer the question honestly, don't talk about him!"

After all, he couldn't hold back, the brown-haired policeman replied.

"Tsk! Normal process? What age is it, and you still use such a backward method? Let the suspect self-report his gender? For example, if a suspect has performed a perfect disguise, such as a woman disguised as a man, and then tell you that she is Men, are you foolish enough to believe this?"

"Of course, I'm not questioning that you Gotham police are collectively myopic. In fact, what I'm questioning is that you are collectively mentally handicapped. Can't you use an instrument to detect it? If you don't, just read the manual carefully."

Sherlock rolled his eyes, crossed his legs, and began to criticize the Gotham police's backward and self-sufficient interrogation methods with an appearance of an uncle.

"You should really consider introducing some high-tech equipment. Questions like gender and age can be detected accurately through technological means, at least to prevent you from being fooled by some technical criminals. That's right! Gotham Isn’t the dark knight Batman covered in high-tech equipment? There is also the Wayne Group, which is also a well-known high-tech enterprise. You have so many resources in Gotham, why do your police pitifully use decades-old interrogation methods? ?”

The sarcasm and sympathy in Sherlock's eyes, the brown-haired policeman couldn't even pretend to be blind!

tm this is a psychological tactic!

The growl turned around in the throat of the brown-haired policeman, and before he blurted it out, he swallowed it back vigilantly, and changed it to——

"Be honest about the problem!"

calm!calm!

Can't hit the suspect's aggressive method!

"Explain?"

The sarcasm in Sherlock's eyes grew stronger, and he reminded "with great kindness":

"I suggest you go find the real criminal as soon as possible, interrogate me? Waste of time!"

If it wasn't for the clown who was still roaming outside, he wouldn't bother reminding this paramecia!

Snapped!

The brown-haired police officer slapped the table and warned sharply:

"Don't think that you can escape the crime by doing this!"

"..."

Sherlock gave the brown-haired policeman a look of pity.

Is there no one in the Gotham Police Department who can use such rubbish interrogation skills?

"Well——" Sherlock stretched out three fingers, and proposed: "—for an exchange, since you want me to answer three questions, then answer me three questions first. If your answer can If I am satisfied, I will answer your question."

After finishing speaking, Sherlock didn't wait for the brown-haired policeman to protest, and immediately started asking questions like a cannonball, his arrogance was clearly revealed.

"When did the victim die?"

"What was the cause of death?"

"Is there anything suspected of being a murder weapon found at the scene?"

"Is the blood on the ground the victim's? If so, are there any blood-taking containers and tools for drawing patterns found at the scene?"

"Has the pattern on the ground and the victim's body been completely rubbed?"

"What's the meaning of the pattern? Is it related to your Gotham local customs or legends?"

"When you showed up at the Wayne Hotel, your purpose was very clear, and you just kicked in the door to find the dead body. You actually got the news that someone was killed in Room 2315 of the Wayne Hotel, and you were convinced that the news was true. This is very interesting, you are How did you get the news? How can you confirm the authenticity of the news?"

The more Sherlock spoke, the more excited he became, his eyes lit up, and he just stared at the brown-haired police officer, not letting go of any change in his expression.

Sherlock is sure, he found the clown's tail!

The brown-haired police officer suddenly restrained his anger, silently put down the pen in his hand, clasped his hands, put them on the table to support his chin, and said helplessly after a long time:

"You have far more than three questions."

"It's okay!" Sherlock didn't care, "Just ask a few more questions and make up for it!"

"...But I haven't been able to see from you the slightest intention to cooperate with the interrogation."

"I didn't kill the person, of course there is no need to cooperate with the interrogation! But—"

Sherlock's body leaned forward slightly, and his tall figure was quite oppressive.

"If you give me all the case information, I can find the real criminal."

The brown-haired policeman was silent for a while, and suddenly smiled inexplicably, not knowing whether he believed it or not.

"I'm sorry," he said politely, completely different from his previous appearance of getting angry when he got agitated, "In Gotham, it's not customary to involve suspects in cases."

Sherlock raised his eyes suddenly, met the sight of the brown-haired policeman, and looked straight into his eyes.

The brown-haired cop...

Boom—boom!

A long knock on the door interrupted the eye contact between Sherlock and the brown-haired policeman.

Hearing the knock on the door, the brown-haired police officer simply closed the open folder, got up and put the folder under his arm, and walked towards the door of the interrogation room, saying:

"Due to your lack of cooperation, the interrogation will come to an end for the time being. I hope you can think about it carefully. Refusing to confess will not save you from prison, but will only make it worse. Of course, you can tell anything you know, We welcome any leads from anyone."

"Oh, right!"

Just as the brown-haired policeman put his hand on the doorknob, he suddenly thought of something, and smiled at Sherlock and said:

"Jhon has already told me your request, but I'm sorry, after confirming that you are the criminal, or indeed not, the suspect is not allowed to contact the outside world without authorization."

After speaking, the brown-haired policeman gently opened the door and left.

Before the door of the interrogation room was completely closed, Sherlock heard an indistinct report from outside the door——

"Sir, the two mobile phones confiscated from Room 2309 of the Wayne Hotel have received calls just now. Let's answer..."

Sherlock stared, his phone... rang?

Click, the door of the interrogation room was opened again, a brown head poked through the crack of the door, and said to Sherlock:

"The police officer just answered a call for you. Your friends already know that you are here, and they will probably come over tomorrow morning. Although we prohibit suspects from contacting the outside world without authorization, we are responsible for the occasional situation where a call comes into your cell phone. It will not be banned. Please rest assured, let alone suspects, even if you are criminals, we will guarantee your rights as human beings."

"..."

Sherlock was no longer in the mood to go back, he had only one question on his mind - whether it was Watson or the silly brother Mycroft who called him!