[TV] She forgot again

"Do we have only one solution now? Find the kidnapper? Because we can't talk to each other, no email address, no code, no way to negotiate." Nicole decided to return the topic to the case.

"Hum~ continue." Sherlock was quite satisfied with Nicole's analysis, at least she didn't forget everything he said before.

"……"continue?This is already her limit as a goldfish. ╮(￣－￣)╭

Pausing for a second, Nicole chose the safest answer: "I believe Sherlock will solve this case."

Hearing Nicole's words, Sherlock's slender and curly eyelashes trembled, and he nodded slightly.

This feeling of being trusted and affirmed unconditionally is... good.

Although, he knew that his little assistant said this because he couldn't continue to answer his question.

The efficiency of taxis on Baker Street has always been the highest in the UK, after all, Mycroft cares so much about his little brother.

Nicole and Sherlock soon arrive at the place where Princess Suzanne was kidnapped.

Sherlock has entered the most perfect state of solving the case - unparalleled calmness and wisdom, all brain cells are mobilized, and no details will be let go...

If the current Sherlock appears in a TV series, there will be texts to mark all the information of this object wherever he can see, densely packed and nuanced.

Nicole concentrated on admiring Sherlock at work, and couldn't help but sigh: the man who works hard is indeed so handsome that her heart beats!

Quietly took out the phone, captured Mr. Detective's handsome face again, and saved it.

If she could go back, she would definitely show Vivian these picturesque pictures.Then give me a hard boost to my real fan girl, Vivienne!In vain, she forced the name Sherlock Holmes into her memory.

At this time, the grass next to her moved slightly, and the sharp-eyed Nicole saw a little furry thing.Taking another look at Sherlock, who was obsessed with solving the case, Nicole chose the little stray puppy hiding in the grass without hesitation.

"Nicole, the magnifying glass." Sherlock squatted in a corner, looking at half a very shallow footprint on the ground.

After waiting for two seconds, Sherlock didn't hear anything.So he stood up, took out his phone, opened an interface, and a small red dot was five meters away from him.

Sherlock turned his eyes to the grass pointed by the red dot, pursed his lips, and quickly pressed a few times on the keyboard with his knuckle fingers.

Nicole, who was staying in the grass, felt the phone vibrate.

Come out please. ——SH

... Hey, Mr. Detective is angry!

Nicole silently closed the phone.He glanced at the little thing that was acting coquettishly at his feet, and tried to figure out how likely it would be to be rejected by Mr. Detective if he carried it out now.

Please get out if you are inconvenient.immediately. ——SH

Nicole received another text message two seconds later.

Hmm... If you don't go out, you will be wanted by Mr. Detective all over the country.

The lush grass moved, and a petite figure emerged from it.Her long black-gray hair was a little messy, with a few dead leaves stuck to her head, but her fair, pink face looked extraordinarily delicious and alluring under the light of the street lamp.

Soft and tender...the taste must be very good.

Casting aside his own thoughts, Sherlock focused his gaze on the thing in Nicole's arms: "What is this thing? Throw away anything that has nothing to do with the case."

The little puppy who was mercilessly hated by Mr. Detective whimpered pitifully. Nicole hugged it again, and then ran to Sherlock.

"It's a stray dog, only a few months old. Can I raise it?" Nicole reluctantly put down this soft little thing.Because besides beauties, her second favorite is animals.

"No, it should continue wandering to be worthy of its name." Sherlock frowned and directly rejected it.

"Sherlock, it's so small, it will die soon if left outside." Nicole persisted in trying to convince him.

Sherlock lowered his head and bumped into two pairs of big watery eyes.One pair is dreamy like stars, and the other pair is like black pearls, innocent and pitiful.

He already has a pet, why should he spend energy to get another one?

"Need I remind you again? The royal princess is waiting for us to rescue." Sherlock refused to let go with a pale and stern face.

"Sherlock, Sherlock~ At least let me find an owner for it. Carrying it will not hinder the solution of the case, I promise!" Nicole felt that her voice was dripping with honey now.

Sherlock didn't speak, but turned to look elsewhere.

"Sherlock~" Nicole held Sherlock's clothes with her dirty claws without fear of death, and called him by name while shaking: "Sherlock~Sherlock~"

Hearing Sherlock hum softly, he raised his legs and walked forward.After walking two steps, seeing that Nicole hadn't followed, she could only turn her head and lower her head in a gloomy manner: "I haven't followed!"

Hearing Sherlock's slightly awkward words, Nicole smiled and bent her eyes, trotting to follow him.

"What did you find on that half of the invisible footprint?" Nicole felt that it was necessary to satisfy Mr. Detective's desire for explanation.The whole body exudes the factor of "tell me quickly! tell me quickly!"

What's more, she wants to prove that although she has gone to hook up with small animals, she still pays attention to Mr. Detective's every move!

"The humidity of the soil on the footprints is about 62%. The area where the kidnapper walked was lightly rained from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] last night. The kidnapper stayed with oil paintings and sculptures for a long time, or in other words , he is most likely an artist."

"How did you know he'd be an artist and only one?" Nicole followed Sherlock.

There were only a few sporadic figures on the street in the early morning, and the dim streetlights stretched their shadows very long, but they were tightly stuck together.

"It smells of turpentine and gypsum powder." Sherlock led Nicole into a dark alley, and did not answer her second question.

Can you smell it?Mr. Detective's sense of smell should have been consistent with the sense of smell of the little thing in her arms.

"Do you think this kidnapping is another piece of art for him?" Nicole rarely questioned Sherlock's words, so she followed Sherlock's thinking to analyze the case together.

"Maybe it will be a masterpiece. People from all over the country and even the world will watch the indecent behavior of the British Prime Minister. But..." Sherlock's "but" just popped out of his mouth, and Nicole answered.

"However, he will not succeed! After all, there is only one consulting detective."

This is Sherlock's pride. He is the nemesis of criminals and the answerer of all puzzles.

Soon, Sherlock and Nicole stop in front of a homeless man.

——The tramps all over the UK are Mr. Detective's information network, and Mr. Detective's eyes are everywhere.

From the mouth of the homeless man, I learned that between the early morning of this morning and the upload of the video, [-] people appeared within the area marked by Sherlock.

There were more people than he expected, so Sherlock asked the tramp to give more accurate information about the characters, such as appearance, clothing, and which road to which street.

Nicole consciously took out a roll of cash from Sherlock's big pocket and handed it to the homeless man.Then I saw the homeless man disappearing into the night quickly, and went to find his companion to get more information.

While waiting for the homeless man, Sherlock seemed to have encountered a bottleneck: "Not enough, not enough."

"What's not enough?" Nicole pulled Sherlock into a 24-hour convenience store, she was a little hungry.

"Clues, information...all are not enough. Everything now is not enough to find his exact location." Sherlock walked back and forth between the shelves with some irritability.

Nicole took a pack of ham sausage, a box of hot milk, and two cups of coffee.Thinking about what Sherlock didn't eat at night, he took another rice ball that looked delicious.

Nicole unpacked the sugar, poured half of it into the coffee, stirred it, and handed it to Sherlock.Then I sat on a chair in the convenience store with the puppy in my arms.

Sherlock watched as Nicole poured out the milk to feed the dirty-looking dog-shaped cub, and tenderly dismantled the ham sausage, breaking it into small pieces and feeding it.

So he took big strides, his robes billowing, walked up to Nicole, and sat down.

Looking at the shamelessly cute cub, Sherlock pursed his lips and said, "I'm hungry."

The little milk dog seemed to be threatened, and it drank milk faster. Nicole looked up at Sherlock while smoothing its fur.

Tsk tsk tsk, it is really not an easy task for Mr. Detective, who never eats well, to admit that he is hungry.

Nicole, who had achieved her goal, quickly unpacked the heated rice ball and stuffed it directly into the opponent's hand.I share the ham sausage with the little milk dog.

For about half an hour, Sherlock and Nicole waited for the exact information of the homeless man, as well as the latest action of the kidnapper.

During this period, major news media have begun to report on the kidnapping of the princess and the difficult choices faced by the prime minister.The media began to do everything possible, trying their best to dig something out of the mouths of informed politicians.

It is no exaggeration to say that this was a national sensation.At the same time, the disadvantages of human nature began to be exposed.

There are many people who sympathize with the prime minister, and there are also people who are optimistic about the show.

At 4:37 in the morning, Nicole received a call from the secretary of a "little employee": "One minute ago, the TV station UKN received a video with a severed finger and a princess ring."

"What...what?" Nicole's eyes widened, surprised by the news.

Also, why call her instead of Mr. Detective?

The lady on the other end of the phone seemed to know the question in Nicole's heart and answered directly: "Since Mr. Holmes always communicate with sparks, in order to save time, I will inform Miss Stewart of the latest information."

Miss Secretary, is it really okay for you to arrange your own boss like this?

Over there, the tramp has left.Sherlock, who can always focus on two things, fully heard what Nicole said on the phone: "Ask her what those stupid goldfish do?"

"Get someone to map the Prime Minister's head onto another 'professional'." Nicole repeated over the phone.

When the kidnapper released the video for the first time, he said: Cheating is not allowed.

"Where is the severed finger now?" Sherlock rolled his eyes indecently.Those politicians are worse than Scotland Yard goldfish.

An address was reported on the phone, and then Sherlock and Nicole hurried to that address.

……

Soon they saw the severed finger that was being tested for DNA by professionals.

Sherlock put on the gloves directly, and took the little finger, completely ignoring the inexplicable eyes of others.

"The bones are too big, the fingers are male. The skin is rough, and there are thin calluses on the pulp of the fingers and the second joint. The age is between 45 and 50." Sherlock put his fingers under his nose and smelled again, " The smell is more pronounced than at the kidnapping scene, and traces of pigment remain in the nails."

Although the progress of the investigation was interrupted by an arrogant and conceited consulting detective, everyone present was relieved when they heard that the finger was not a princess.

"Nicole, the magnifying glass." This time, as soon as Sherlock opened his mouth, the magnifying glass was handed to him.

Nicole smiled obediently at Sherlock, looking like a good assistant.

"According to the degree of platelet rupture and the activity of coagulation factors, the finger has been away from the human body for no more than half an hour. It is still very fresh." After speaking, Sherlock threw the little finger back casually, throwing it away like trash.

The two inspectors standing behind him hurriedly caught the severed finger with constipated faces—this is the key evidence!

Nicole, who has no sense of presence, hugged the puppy silently and watched Sherlock peeling off cocoons, and sighed by the way: Mr. Detective is so eclectic.

Sherlock put one hand on his chin, while working his brain quickly.

The time when the finger was sent to the TV station, the information obtained from the homeless, the area where it rained lightly last night...all the incorrect places were quickly eliminated, and then the final answer slowly emerged in Sherlock's mind.

In the next second, Sherlock pulled Nicole and ran out.

He knows where it is!

Nicole, who was holding Sherlock's hand and running down the corridor, couldn't react.

Mr. Detective's hands were not warm, they were covered with thin calluses, they were well-defined, but very powerful.That feeling of being held by the hand is like he will never let you go.

She could even feel the blood flowing under the skin of her palms, climbing along her arms and flowing into her heart.

Until sitting in the taxi, Sherlock didn't let go of Nicole's hand, just holding it on the seat.

Nicole, who has always wanted Mr. Detective's beauty, has no intention of letting go at all.It's not always possible to touch the hands of a high-cold and ascetic famous detective!

Soon the two came to a dilapidated warehouse.The warehouse belongs to a gallery and is used to store obsolete art.The gallery is very ordinary, there are few customers, and the location is relatively deserted.