[Comprehensive] My sister, made in China

Sherlock held a BlackBerry and flicked it left and right.

"what are you doing?"

"Our new friend, sent me a mobile phone."

"what?"

"Blackberry II, US version, no scratches, no fingerprints - brand new."

Watson really didn't understand whether Sherlock really couldn't understand what he wanted to ask, or was deliberately teasing himself like this.

Seeing Watson's gloomy face, Sherlock seemed to realize something immediately, and said, "Oh, it's just communication."

"..." (□□Naked perfunctory.)

"What can a criminal communicate with you, talk on the phone from time to time, and talk about your experience?"

"Oh, maybe."

Watson frowned. Sherlock is not a "maybe, maybe, maybe" person, unless...he has something to hide from him.

"Sherlock, what do you know?"

"I'm getting hungry, Mrs. Hudson."

"Don't try to change the subject."

"As far as I can tell, the people behind it know us pretty well—all of them. Oh, and she sent Liz a little chrysanthemum...."

"what!!!"

"This damned crime also sent Liz...."

When Watson was halfway through speaking, he was stunned, and various images began to appear in his mind, such as buses, roads, and chat records.

"I miss you." - Ou Moumou

"I don't think we're right. In fact, I'm a married man. I'm sorry." - Watson

"So you want to cut off contact with me." - Ou Moumou

"In fact, we may be friends." - Watson

"Ridiculous." - Ou Moumou

"I'm sorry." - Watson

Sorry, your message could not be sent, you have been blocked by the other party.

……

"Sherlock."

"I have to tell you something."

"I did something wrong."

"what?"

Watson swallowed, lowered his jaw slightly, and covered his face, looking very uncomfortable.

"I met a girl in the car before, and I had a little chrysanthemum on my head...you know I accidentally put it on when I was coaxing Liz."

He tried to explain something.

"The girl smiled at me."

"Just a glance."

"We kept in touch with text messages after that...until she finally deleted me."

"I swear, we were just texting."

"But I should turn myself in to Mary...I'm sorry for her and I don't even know where she is right now."

Watson sat on the sofa in pain, tears rolled down his cheeks, he never thought that the girl would be a criminal, and never thought of betraying Mary in the past, but he did it for no reason.

Sadness overwhelmed him, and he almost wanted to cut himself open in seconds, until a note appeared in his eyelid.

Watson stared at him blankly.

"what?"

"I pressed the tracker on Mary's body."

Sherlock was silent for a while and said, "Go find her."

During Watson's absence, Sherlock sat alone in the living room. The living room was so messy that there was almost nowhere to go. Countless chemicals were placed on the floor, on the sofa, and on the table.

Sherlock fiddled with his BlackBerry, frowning slightly.

He didn't tell Watson that there are a lot of secrets in this phone--secrets, those high-ranking officials, local tyrants, and celebrities.

Including the most dangerous and despicable big villain of this century that he pays most attention to now - Cole Walton

Cole Walton called a meeting at the private mansion and told these guys all about his plans...

There was a knock on the door.

"Hello?"

A clear and pleasant female voice sounded outside the house.

"Hello."

She directly opened the door and walked in. She was wearing a white cedar coat, and her long black hair was firmly tied into a bun.

"Are you Mr. Holmes?"

"My name is Olos."

Sherlock was lying on the chair, playing with his BlackBerry, as if he hadn't looked at her from the beginning.

"I am very busy."

"I can wait until you're done."

She looked very small and malnourished, with pale lips.

Sherlock got up indifferently, then picked up his violin and played his own tune, not looking very busy at all.

When he finished playing the song, he realized that the girl hadn't left yet, so he immediately rolled his eyes and said, "Don't bother me with boring cases."

It's a compromise.

"Why do you say that?"

"Your hands are sticky and make you rub your hands subconsciously. You must have touched something. There is a little chocolate stain on your clothes. The color is obviously fresh. You ate a delicious ice cream before you came. , and went shopping by the way, on your right hand is the latest Tiffany bracelet that went on the market today."

Sherlock has no expression on his face, and his speech speed is like a laser, which sometimes makes people unable to keep up with the rhythm, but his eyes are focused, like an eagle, sharp and vigilant, and seem to be able to see through everything.

"Obviously something this expensive, you can't afford it."

"why?"

"You live in a small apartment, worry about money, and like to cook, but your kitchen is obviously not enough, so you rarely cook."

"Some professions are always very careful about their personal hygiene."

"You have a boyfriend...maybe a rich relative, but you don't really want to ask him for help."

"Maybe you hate him, maybe...you can't help it."

"And your attire, and when you came in, you first knocked on the door to see if there was anyone inside, and then opened the door directly."

"Obviously you are very familiar with this place, so you opened it without any scruples. Because you just came here by chance, you can't be sure if anyone is inside."

"And your eyes, watching from beginning to end...."

"and many more--"

Sherlock seemed to realize something, he looked at the girl in front of him in surprise and asked, "Tell me, what do you want to entrust?"

"Oh, Sherlock, have you finally noticed?"

Olos smiled.

"You are the owner of this phone."

Oulos shrugged and admitted without hesitation.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

Olos ignored Sherlock's question and suggested, "Do you want to go for a walk?"

Sherlock frowned, no emotion could be seen in his light-colored eyes.

"Didn't you notice any difference in this phone?"

Xia Keli quickly took out a lamp similar to ultraviolet rays and covered it on the phone, and a familiar sentence appeared on the phone immediately.

do you miss me?

There were more and more mysteries, and he subconsciously wanted to ask Watson to give him a cup of coffee, only to find out that he had actually left.

"You know Moriarty."

"Uh, a one-sided relationship."

"Want potato chips?"

"what?"

"Potato chips relax the mind."

"No, I need nicotine to concentrate right now."

Sherlock glanced at Olos subconsciously, and began to reason. She is left-handed, so she held the umbrella in her left hand, and her right shoulder was wet from the rain. Obviously, the left shoulder was much better.I have been living in a relatively small space, without sunlight for a long time, and my face is pale and bloodless.Thick dark circles, and a bottle of medicine in the bag, it is obvious that there is a certain mental problem.

The scar on the arm...

Sherlock stroked his forehead with a headache. In fact, he hasn't slept very well recently - very poorly.

"what happened to you?"

"I was trying to keep up with my brain, it was spinning so fast."

Sherlock rubbed his temples, trying to clear himself up.

"Your arm..."

"Uh?"

Sherlock said, "I think you need chips more."

"what?"

"The scar on your left arm, the angle of the scar, you've been pulling... I mean, on the underside of your sleeve."

"You didn't see it, did you?"

"Yes, but your cover-up made me more sure of my thoughts."

"Obviously a self-remaining one, isn't it?"

"That's why I said you need potato chips more, trust me, I know that."

Then they walked out of Baker Street, ignoring the cameras of various... forces—.

"Where to go?"

"China Street, that's the only place I can miss my hometown."

On the other side, Mycroft looked at the two people on the screen angrily, and repeatedly emphasized to his subordinates that only Sherlock was wandering aimlessly in the video.

"damn it."

Mycroft cursed secretly, he had no idea what Olos wanted to do.

"Sir, they seem to be going to Chinatown."

"what?"

Mycroft loosened his tie, feeling almost breathless in this dreary place.

"Continue to monitor."

Oulos walked excitedly on the street, watching the streets with people coming and going, and bought a pink cotton candy.

"Want to eat?"

"No, thank you, I stopped eating this after the age of two."

He flattened his face and sarcastically said mercilessly: "Synthetic products of sugar and pigment, look at that man's hands, he can't wash the machine every time he makes a cotton candy. Dust and exhaust are everywhere here, each All kinds of germs, I think after hearing that, you'll put down that idiotic and unhygienic thing you've got in your hands."

"It can't even be called food."

Ouluo shrugged indifferently.

"It's okay to eat once in a while."

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