People who like me are so strange [Comprehensive]

The courier came to the door on time as usual, Lestrade saw the courier for the first time, and stayed behind when he received the courier.

Amy discovered at first glance that the courier was a newcomer whom she had never seen before. She stood on the side unpacking the courier and listened to Lestrade interrogating him: "Who are you and where did you get it?" This courier?"

The courier was a little flustered when he saw the policeman, and he poured out the words like beans: "There was a post half a month ago on the forum I often go to, saying that if you help deliver a courier, you will get 50 pounds, and the candidate will be chosen by the other party." Random selection, there are so many people following the post, I didn't expect that I was so lucky, and it was just a courier, so I agreed..."

Lestrade had nothing to say, he paused and asked, "How did you get the courier?"

"The other party specified a location, and I picked it up early in the morning, because he asked to be delivered here at seven o'clock. Someone was late for 5 minutes before, and half of the money was deducted." The man answered with his head down.

Amy closed the note and put it back in her pocket, and cut several layers of plastic paper with scissors. The blood flowed to the table along the break of the outer packaging. She wiped the table with a few paper towels, Casually asked: "Then do you know what you gave?"

The man looked at the blood on the table in horror, swallowed, and shook his head subconsciously. Amy took apart the last layer and showed the bloody severed hand in front of the other party. After taking a few steps back, his expression changed.

Amy looked down at the hand, which was bulging, and on the ring finger there was a silver ring stained with blood. Jane had once sweetly told her that her short-lived husband was holding this ring. The one who proposed to her, rough as it was, had been made by the short-lived ghost herself, and she would not take it off until a new ring was available to replace it.

Lestrade let the terrified courier go. When he turned around, Amy had already put the hand away in the grocery bag and put it in the courier box. He swept Amy up and down. Mi, said: "I went out first?"

As soon as he went out, Sherlock went downstairs on his back. He poked his head at the door, looked around Amy's face, and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Of course," Amy showed Sherlock a normal smile, "It's almost time to go, Jane is still waiting for me in the hospital."

She stuffed the paper in her pocket into Sherlock's hand, and held the express box in the other hand: "This is today's order, and he seems a little impatient... I'm curious, if I really collapsed, what kind of means will he use?"

Sherlock unfolded the note and looked at it. The familiar handwriting and tone were still familiar, but compared to the false gentleness of the previous few days, this time it was a little more straightforward: [Jealousy makes me ugly, does guilt make you sleepless? 】

"When criminals start to worry, the case is usually almost over." Sherlock returned the paper to Amy. "He will definitely pay attention to your performance today."

It was already half an hour later when they arrived at the London Municipal Hospital. Since it was related to the case, Jane did not live in the collective ward, but in the single ward next to the little neighbor girl from the previous day.

Amy handed the broken hand to the doctor waiting outside the door. The doctor checked the condition of the broken hand and went to prepare for the operation.

Due to the particularity of the two patients, there was no one there this time. Before entering the door, Sherlock put his hand on the doorknob of the ward, approached Amy with his upper body, and said to her very quickly in a low voice: "Pay attention to you." performance."

Before Amy finished digesting his words, Sherlock opened the door, and they just heard Jane answering the police officer's question: "When I was in a daze, I heard him mention Amy Black, but I don't think so. What exactly did he say..."

Then Jane saw Amy walk in the door. She used to really love this little girl, and knew that no matter what the criminal said last night, Amy was also a victim this time, but the look on her face The muscles just couldn't be controlled, and he couldn't show Amy the kind smile he used to have.

She and Amy looked at each other for a while, and finally turned their heads a little unbearably.

Amy took a few steps forward and forced a smile: "Jane, I'm here to give you this."

She took out a silver ring from her pocket and put it on the bedside table. There were still some blood stains in some inconspicuous gaps of the ring. Amy lowered her eyes and looked at the ground: "I have already washed the ring. But it might be a little dirty."

Jane looked at the ring sideways, and held the ring in her palm with difficulty with her intact right hand. At this moment, several nurses came in pushing the mobile hospital bed. They nodded to the people in the room: "Operating room Already prepared."

Amy watched Jane change to that hospital bed, pursed her lips and said, "I'm sorry."

Jane didn't look at her, lay on the hospital bed, looked at the ceiling and said, "I know it's not your fault, but I hope we won't contact each other in the future."

"I know." Amy watched her being pushed out by the nurse. After closing the door, several police officers looked at Amy and then at Lestrade. Before the detective could speak, Amy took the initiative to pull Sherlock walked out of the room.

After closing the door of the ward, Amy walked slowly to a row of chairs outside. She sighed a long time, lowered her head and buried her face in her hands. After a while, a low voice sounded from the corridor. A low sob.

Sherlock hesitated for a moment, then stretched his arms around Amy's shoulders, and pressed her into his arms. Amy clutched his collar tightly, her shoulders moved, and she seemed to be crying very sadly.

"It's a bit too much." Sherlock patted her back lightly, lowered his head and said softly, Amy buried her face in his arms, and said in a low voice: "Don't talk, I'm very broken now .”

As Amy spoke, she amplified her crying, and her tears soaked a piece of Sherlock's chest.

……

Behind the computer screen, a person sat on a chair and watched the video in the surveillance with satisfaction. There was sound from the hospital's dedicated camera, and bursts of crying came from inside.

Someone knocked on the door of his office, he took off the earphones, minimized the surveillance screen, and then said in a low voice, "Come in."

A nurse opened the door, nodded to him, and politely showed a sweet smile: "Dr. Brown, the patient who made an appointment with you has arrived."

Dr. Brown looked very serious, and didn't express any kindness to the nurse's overtures. He let out a "hmm" from his throat, checked out the patient's information from his computer, and asked casually, "The one from last night?" How is the patient?"

"I was just sent to the operating room, but it has been about ten hours. The result of the operation may not be optimistic." Speaking of Jane, the smile on the nurse's face faded a little, and she sighed and said, "It's so pitiful."

She was not surprised why Brown was curious about this matter. In fact, the whole hospital was quite curious about those two patients. As a doctor who loves his work very much, it is normal for Dr. Brown to ask about this matter.

"The girl who went to visit her was also quite pitiful. I was about to cry when I saw her." The nurse had just returned from the hospital bed, and she liked to gossip. Knowing that although Dr. Brown looks serious, he is actually a very good person, so he couldn't help but say a few more words.

"Where's my patient?" Dr. Brown seemed completely uninterested in these gossips. The nurse curled her lips and went outside to call someone.

After sending away a few patients with appointments, Dr. Brown reopened the surveillance video, and there was no one in the picture. He rewound the surveillance to a few hours ago, and captured some pictures of Amy holding Sherlock and crying The picture was sent to a friend through the chat system of a forum: [As expected of you, she is really difficult to deal with, but I am close to success. 】

The other party quickly replied: [Of course I hope you can succeed, my friend. 】

The implication is that he thinks that Brown may not be able to conquer Amy. Brown took a sip of water, a smile appeared on his serious face, and he typed slowly: [I hope this loyal little girl will go to her friend tonight Home so I can add the last straw to her. 】

……

Amy looked like a criminal to everyone now, and even maintained a soft sobbing state in the taxi back. Only after returning to 221B and closing the door, did she rub her crying and swollen eyes and relax. , she collapsed on the sofa and said: "Collapse is really a very exhausting thing."

Sherlock hung his coat on the back of the door and said: "Now we don't make any guesses about whether he saw your performance. He will still do it tonight. The target is someone who has a better relationship with you, but it should not be I."

Amy was so tired that she didn't want to move at all, but she still got up from the sofa. She straightened her coat, sighed and said, "I can't think of anyone else except Jenny."

"He should also hope that I will show up at her house, so that if something happens, it will completely overwhelm me." Amy smiled, found a rubber band from Sherlock's messy table, and tied her hair up , "Criminals always have a variety of beginnings, but they always point to an end. In order to prevent people from having other ideas this time, I will trouble you to stay here."

Sherlock has no objection to this, he reminded Amy: "He can change the criminal mode once, and then he can change it a second time, and this time it may not be chopping hands."

"I know." Amy's eyes were still swollen and her face was tired, but it didn't affect her glowing eyes when she mentioned the case, "If I catch him, I will definitely beat him up hard .”

☆, first release in Jinjiang

Although Jenny is an Englishman, but since her family is not in London, she lives in a rented house by herself.

Amy is not a person who likes to have parties and go to bars with her friends. Although Jenny is her best friend since she came to the UK, Amy has never invited others to live in her house except to catch up with her subjects— — Also never took the initiative to visit.

This is why Amy is not very familiar with other classmates at school, and everyone feels that she is shrouded in a sense of mystery.

Jenny knew something about her special physique, so she didn't take her kind indifference to heart. She was a little surprised when she saw Amy come to the door this time: "You never did this, I want to know the reason."

Due to the fact that this case took place within a relatively short period of time and no one was killed, the reporter did not follow the case, and the public did not know about it.

As she spoke, she stepped out of the way and let Amy in.

Amy's eyes were still swollen, so Jenny took out a bottle of ice water from the refrigerator and asked Amy to apply them, and then quickly threw a few big pillows on the sofa to another single sofa full of clothes. Sitting Amy down, Amy looks away from her snack-strewn table and tries to make the case less scary this time around: "Two of my friends were attacked and I'm a little concerned about what's next. You, that's why I'm going to sleep here tonight."

"Hmm..." Jenny sat next to her, blinked and questioned the details, "Assault? So was it injured? Or dead?"

"Hand cut off," said Amy, quite frankly.

Jenny has always only seen the case from the news, and can't empathize with it. She has only experienced two cases in her life.

One time, Amy went directly into the kitchen and knocked the criminal unconscious. Another time, the criminal only had Amy in his eyes.

However, most of the news reports were death incidents. She even felt a little disappointed when she first heard that her hand was cut off: "This time the criminals don't sound cruel."

Amy smiled and added: "Their severed hands were sent to me in a courier box, and then I sent them to the hospital to be reattached to them."

"Cool... I mean creative." Jenny said shyly. She looked around her one-bedroom house and said, "I don't have a guest room here. You're going to sleep with me tonight."

Amy nodded to show that there is no problem, which will also make it easier for her to protect Jenny.

After getting an affirmative answer, Jenny left Amy in her living room, opened the bedroom door by herself, and went in to clean up the room. She threw the empty bags of potato chips into the trash can, and took the vacuum cleaner again. Walked in: "You can take a look for yourself, anyway, this is not the first time you have come."

Amy watched her go in and out again and again, feeling tired for her, and she asked politely, "Can you help me?"

"What?" Jenny poked her head out from behind the door frame amidst the sound of the vacuum cleaner, then quickly shook her head, "No! No need, if you're bored, just eat something, I've saved a lot of food."

Amy opened the refrigerator, and there was so much food in it that it was almost overflowing. She looked at Jenny who was cleaning in the bedroom, took something out of the refrigerator, and made a simple lunch.

After cleaning, Jenny shared her treasured game with Amy, and soon it was time for the usual bedtime.

There was no air conditioner in Jenny’s rented house. For ventilation, her doors and windows were all open. Amy checked the bedroom before going to bed and found no problems. When she lay back on the bed, Jenny arched under the quilt, Excitedly asked: "When did that person commit the crime?"

She couldn't feel any drowsiness at all, and was even a little excited. She lifted the pillow and showed Amy her fruit knife, and then lay back: "If we are prepared, can we catch him? "

Amy didn't know what expression to respond to her friend's optimism, so she could only show a smile in the end, and then turned off the desk lamp.

Jenny was still tossing and turning on the bed and couldn't fall asleep at first, but she also started to feel sleepy after one o'clock. She yawned and finally fell asleep slowly.

At two o'clock in the morning, the street outside the window was completely quiet, and a slight sound came from the living room.

Amy, who was already asleep, opened her eyes in an instant. She didn't even need a buffer time, and she woke up directly.

But before she went to the living room, she saw the orange light in the living room.

Amy went to the living room to have a look. The fire started from the curtains in the living room. The other party poured a combustion accelerant. In less than a minute, the fire burned from the window to the sofa.

The pile of clothes Jenny put on the armchair turned into fuel, and there was a pungent smell from the melted snack wrappers on the coffee table.

"Wake up!" Amy pushed Jenny, who had just fallen asleep, to wake up. The latter opened her eyes and looked at Amy blankly: "What happened...?"

As soon as she turned her eyes, she saw the fire in the living room, and she was stunned. Amy casually grabbed a coat from the chair and put it on Jenny, and then dragged her out of the bed. Human cell phone: "Can I still go?"

Jenny managed to stand still, put on her coat, looked at the fire in the living room, and nodded in fear.

Amy opened the door. The arsonist didn't seem to come in. The accelerant was only sprinkled near the window. In such a short time, the fire was not small, but the door handle was not so hot. She opened the door smoothly. , ran out of the house with Jenny.

Amy and Jenny knocked on the neighbor's door one by one while calling the police.

Scotland Yard dispatched the police very quickly, and the road conditions were good in the early morning. Within a few minutes, fire trucks, ambulances, and police cars were all parked downstairs, and the situation was brought under control before the fire spread.

Amy stood in the crowd with her neck curled up. Before she could breathe a sigh of relief, she received a call from Sherlock. As soon as she got through, she heard Sherlock speaking in super fast speed: "Someone tried to set fire on 221B, but it didn't work. You should have the same situation, listen amy, criminals should be near you, he just got the news that I was trapped in the fire, these types of people like applause and public approval, for him There is nothing that pleases him more than your loss of soul, and he will probably come to you directly in a while."

When he said a few words, Amy had already started her performance with a comprehension. She had a distraught expression. Jenny, who was standing next to her, noticed that something was wrong with her, and asked her worriedly: "What's the matter?" gone?"

Amy opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a word. When her eyelashes moved, tears fell, her lips trembled slightly, and the knuckles of her fingers holding the phone began to turn white, but Sherlock was still talking about his speculation : "He can know your reaction without being suspected, and he can also know the progress of the case at any time. His identity has never aroused any suspicion, and he can contact you openly on such occasions..."

Sherlock paused, Amy was still holding the phone and crying, the white coats of the medical staff appeared in her sight, at the same time, Sherlock said his final guess: "...a doctor."

The white coat in front of her also spoke at this time: "I'm a doctor, what's wrong with you?"

Sherlock evidently heard the voice, and he said quickly, "Stop him."

Then he hung up the phone quickly, and Amy put the phone in front of her eyes in a daze. The phone had returned to the lock screen interface. She just stood there blankly as if she didn't hear the doctor.

The doctor shook his hand in front of her, then raised her head, and called out in surprise, "Amy?"

Amy's eyes followed his voice, and when she saw this guy's face, she still looked hopeless on the surface, but she was very surprised in her heart.

It's not that she hasn't seen this doctor before, she was taken by Joseph to see this man a few months ago, but whether it's Joseph's words or the doctor's behavior, she feels that there is nothing wrong with this man.

Until now, she finally saw the excitement in Dr. Brown's eyes. She cried even harder and couldn't say a word. Jenny had never seen her like this before. She was frightened by her, so she hugged her to comfort her A few words.

"It's all because of me..." Amy buried her tear-filled face into Jenny's neck, and the corner of Dr. Brown's mouth, who was standing nearby, finally couldn't help showing a satisfied smile.

This was a completely subconscious expression. He quickly put away his smile and put on a serious and worried expression again. It stands to reason that he should leave after making sure that Amy is not unwell, but Amy Although Mi is not the one he spent the most effort on, it is his favorite work, and he can't get enough of it.

When his colleagues urged him, he had to stand up. It wasn't until this time that he realized that Amy was holding on to his white coat tightly.

This time, due to the timely notification from Amy and Jenny, no one was injured by the fire, and only one person sprained his foot when he went downstairs, so the medical staff were in a good mood. In addition, there were not many patients at this point. After a brief discussion, he simply left Brown here.

The downstairs was soon empty, Amy showed two swollen eyes, and chased the yawning Jenny upstairs, maybe because she was sleepy, or because Dr. Brown's appearance and occupation were very impressive. With a sense of security, Jenny didn't insist too much, but left them downstairs.

Amy wiped her tears indiscriminately, and sat on the stairs by the gate with her knees hugged. She was originally slender, and she was wearing a windbreaker without a belt on her body. In the cold wind in the early morning, she looked It was even more pitiful. She put her chin on her knees and smiled wryly: "Doctor, I don't know who to tell. These days, I feel so guilty that I can't even sleep every night."

Brown stood beside her, looking down on the poor girl, with pity and pride in his heart, even more proud than when he first succeeded in coaxing Joseph's mother.

He really loves moments like this, when he feels like a god who can manipulate other people's emotions and destiny.

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☆, first release in Jinjiang

When she heard the voice from Amy's side, Sherlock knew that this criminal who had been very patient finally couldn't help but come to enjoy the harvest.

It was not difficult to find out the doctor who was visiting tonight, and he soon asked for Brown's address from Lestrade.

After working in the London Municipal Hospital for so many years, it is reasonable to say that he should be able to afford a very good house. However, Brown bought the small apartment he rented when he first started working. The traffic and the room type were not very good, so Haven't changed address for many years.

Lestrade wanted to participate, but as an official representative, his actions were not as arbitrary as Sherlock's. He couldn't break into the house without a search warrant. All he could do was facilitate Sherlock's actions.

The apartment is at 402. It is a bit difficult to climb from the outer wall with bare hands, but it is not so difficult to go downstairs. Sherlock looked at the mailbox outside the gate. The rent here is relatively cheap, so the nameplate of the tenant changes frequently. The cardboard of the three families, including Brown, is a little yellowed.

Sherlock slapped himself a few times, then ruffled his hair and collar. To be more realistic, he even scratched his neck with his nails, leaving a few scratches.

After finishing all this, he pressed the call number 502, and it didn't take long for someone to answer his call request: "Hello?"

There is a voice-activated light in front of the video, which lights up when Sherlock speaks. Although it is not very clear, it is enough for the other party to see Sherlock’s appearance clearly. Sherlock has learned something from Letterman. Now Acting is much more realistic than before: "I had a fight with my girlfriend and I was kicked out of the house, but I didn't bring the key, can I borrow your balcony?"

The tenants of 502 are a group of young people. They are still playing musical instruments at this point. The lights in the living room are turned on very brightly. When they opened the door and saw Sherlock, they were frightened. A young man with red hair pointed at his image: " God, bro, your girlfriend is amazing."

Sherlock felt that he had hit hard just now, and the slap marks on his face were a little swollen now. He wiped his face wearily, sighed and nodded, and echoed: "I quarreled with her all night, I have to apologize to her tomorrow morning...God, let me go to sleep first."

It was still dark outside, and several enthusiastic young people volunteered to go to the balcony to light up the poor man with flashlights. They didn't retract their heads until they confirmed that he landed on balcony 402 smoothly.

Perhaps because he didn't expect someone to come in from the balcony, Brown didn't lock the balcony door, and Sherlock walked in smoothly.

He took out the disposable gloves from his pocket, searched through the entire apartment, and finally found a stack of letter papers on Brown's desk, on which the handwriting on the previous paper could still be vaguely seen.

Sherlock took out a pencil from his pen holder, daubed lightly on the paper, and restored a line of familiar handwriting, which was the note Amy received yesterday morning.

He dug out anesthesia needles and diapers in the bedroom one after another. Although these are also standard equipment for criminals, it is not surprising that a doctor has these in his home.

Fortunately, Sherlock found a small piece of tape stained with blood and scraps of plastic paper in the trash can in the kitchen. The other party was obviously torn off casually, and there was a fuzzy fingerprint on it.

Lestrade, who had been sitting in the police station waiting for a long time, finally couldn't help calling. Sherlock was checking the refrigerator, and found a trace of blood in the gap between the partitions. He agreed without hesitation. down.

……

Amy, who was sitting downstairs, had a hoarse voice. She cried for most of the night and kept talking. Now she didn't need to pretend, her voice sounded weak.

But the more miserable she looked, the happier Brown was. He was very reserved at first, but then he became excited. In order to hold him back, Amy insisted on talking with him until after five o'clock, and it was already dawn for a long time up.

The mobile phone in Amy's pocket vibrated, and she looked at the mobile phone while she turned around and coughed. Finally, there was good news from Sherlock.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and Brown behind her was still convincingly persuading her. Just now Amy was suppressing her irritability and patiently acting in a bitter scene, but now she finally couldn't help showing her true emotions.

"Amy, it's not your fault, but you are much more fragile than I thought..." Brown looked at the time, and felt that it was almost enough to watch a night of self-pity, and now it was time for a showdown.

Showdown when the opponent is most vulnerable can crush the opponent to the greatest extent and distort the psychology of the opponent. Amy is his favorite work, and he is also looking forward to this moment exceptionally.

There was just a hint of a winning smile on his face, and he was still imagining Amy's collapsed and unbelievable expression in his mind, when he saw Amy who had just coughed weakly and gradually straightened her back, he felt sensitively that something seemed to be wrong. Something was wrong, and he frowned and asked, "...what's wrong?"

Amy cried all night, her eyes were still swollen, her appearance was the same as before, but the expression on her face became alive, she now exudes vitality, her right hand weighed her mobile phone , slightly tilted his head and smiled at Brown: "What did you just say?"

It wasn't until this moment that Brown realized that his judgment was wrong. He opened his mouth, and just as he was about to speak, Amy, who was sitting next to him, stood up slowly, then put the phone in his pocket and took a picture.

Then, Amy stretched out her right hand and grabbed Brown's collar.

Brown has never faced Amy's strength directly. He has only seen descriptions of Amy's strength in forums. As a doctor who believes in science, he doesn't really believe that Amy's small body will have great strength. Until now ——

He grabbed his neckline with his hands and struggled. After a few seconds, he had to admit that his strength might not be as strong as Amy's.

He doesn't know what Amy is going to do, but no matter how he looks at it, he doesn't think Amy is planning to let him go. He likes to stand on top of others and manipulate other people's lives, but this doesn't mean he I like being in the hands of others.

Although Dr. Brown is much taller than Amy, because his collar is in Amy's hands, he has to bend over with his chest in his mouth, which looks a bit funny, while Amy stepped on the ground with one foot. On the steps, the other foot is straight, and the aura is almost [-] meters.

"You're not the first pervert I've met, I think you should know your predecessors?" Amy grabbed Brown's collar vigorously, pulled his head in front of her, and turned slightly to the side Head, smiled and said, "But you are much more thoughtful than your predecessors, I think it deserves several slaps."

Before Brown could speak, Amy's left hand fell down. Her strength was stronger than many men. After several slaps, the corner of Brown's mouth was broken.

Amy blocked Brown's fist that was trying to resist, and then punched him in the face, with such force that he directly swung the tall and strong man to the ground.

Brown's jaw was dislocated, and he straightened his own jaw with his hands. Finally, he realized that he was absolutely no match for this thin-looking woman, so he turned around and ran away.

However, Amy's explosive power was better than he had imagined. After running a few steps, Amy grabbed his back collar, and the collar stuck around his neck made him feel suffocated.

There was a whoo-ho sound in his throat, and he heard Amy say slowly in his ear: "Do you know what's wrong with you? This kind of thing is actually too common for me. What you do next will only Makes me angry."

His heart was finally filled with powerless fear.

London was still very quiet after five o'clock, and the sound of sirens in the distance was very clear. Brown had never been so grateful for the arrival of Scotland Yard. Amy really let go of his collar, shook her hands, and showed him a smile. Smiling: "It seems that I have to speed up. The punch just now was for my neighbor whose name I don't know."

After she finished speaking, she punched him again.

When the police car stopped, Brown was the only one left at the bottom of the building. His jaw was crooked, his saliva was dripping uncontrollably, most of his face was swollen, and he was lying on the ground, looking miserable. .

The police officers knew that he was a criminal suspect before they came, but seeing this scene, they couldn't help but feel sympathetic. One of the police officers coughed, walked to Brown's side, and searched for him as Sherlock told him. He stood up, and finally took out an old book from his shirt pocket.

However, the police matter had nothing to do with Amy. She was sitting in the back seat of the taxi, holding her hair up and turning her head to ask Sherlock beside her, "How do you know he has a notebook?"

"His study has a diary and various workbooks, which shows that he likes to record, and it is impossible not to record his works in the book. If there is no one in the room, then the most likely thing is to take it with him." Sherlock's gaze Turned around at Amy's somewhat damaged finger joints, "Did you beat me hard?"

At this moment, Amy completely lost her aura in front of Brown. She leaned on the seat of the taxi, reached out and clasped Sherlock's hand, and said calmly: "It's okay, but the beating There is no way to change the hands of the two of them back.”

Her tone was just stating a fact, and Sherlock didn't comfort her, but nodded in approval: "Yes."

When his head moved, Amy saw something was wrong. She let go of Sherlock's hand and stretched out her hand towards his collar. Sherlock stepped back to avoid it, but Amy's movements were faster than his. Even faster, he pulled down his collar directly, revealing a few scratches on his neck, and raised his eyebrows: "Hmm...maybe you can explain?"

Sherlock didn't want to explain to Amy the details of how he crawled into Brown's house, but Amy looked at him with such interest, and he didn't hide it, and stated it in his own dry language.

Fortunately, Amy is used to his description. She beautified the details in her mind, and was soon amused by the plot she had polished. Sherlock didn't think it was funny, and he also used to talk to himself I stopped talking, and I deviated from the topic while talking, and started to analyze the daily life of those young people from the short meeting yesterday.

By the time Sherlock had finished speaking, they had already reached Baker Street.

The taxi stopped at the door of 221B. The two of them saw a truck parked behind them as soon as they got off. The door next door was wide open. Through the door, they could still see several people from the moving company coming and going inside.

This is the little girl's home. Her parents stood at the door, directing those people to move out the things they needed. When they turned around and saw Amy and Sherlock, the mother stared at Amy for a while, and then couldn't bear it. Live turned away.

The smile on Amy's face stopped, she thought for a while, walked over, stood upright in front of them, and said softly when neither of them wanted to look at her: "The police have arrested the suspect Yes, it's Brown, of the London City Hospital."

The muscles on the middle-aged woman's face moved, and she buried her face in her husband's chest, unwilling to speak. The middle-aged man looked at her