[TV] She forgot again

This set of paintings, which have already carried seven lives, started their fifth scarlet journey at the Mengonod Museum on the first day of July in the bright British sunshine.

Even if rumors of serial murders spread, this does not hinder the enthusiasm of the entire British people for appreciating art.The huge museum is crowded with people, and no one knows whether the stranger walking beside him is the disguised policeman, or the perverted imitation murderer.

All the police officers involved in this case felt like a thousand dollars of pressure on their heads at the moment when the British Station Art Exhibition opened.This is the last chance. The reason why the exhibition was not stopped is firstly because of the extreme insistence of the rich man Gamal, and secondly because the police need this exhibition to attract and catch the murderer.

Garcia sits in the monitoring room and stands behind the psychological counselor Hannibal, ready to fight.Hodge and JJ joined the SWAT police in the crowd, inspecting the places that had been arranged according to the plan, while looking for more clues like a needle in a haystack.Sherlock and Rhett found a quiet room in the museum, racing against time to analyze more available clues and information.

As for Nicole, she took a daunting task to get close to Gamal, the wealthy Dubai tycoon who came to the museum today.With a special communicator, she found the location of Gamal under the voice prompt of the little angel Garcia, and successfully hypnotized the security assistant secretary.

Closing the heavy oak-red carved door, Nicole looked at the old man sitting on the gorgeous purple-red satin suede high-back chair, and evoked an excited smile, with unpredictable changes in her eyes: "Let's have a good chat about the old man who is with you." I'm a pretty good guy!"

Gamal seemed to have a clear mind and was extraordinarily energetic, which aroused Nicole's fighting spirit even more: "Please sit down obediently, don't move or shout, and then answer my questions carefully."

The aging Cammel looked at the girl who was approaching him step by step, even though she was as beautiful as an angel who had fallen into the mortal world, and she was speaking extremely gentle and touching words, but he felt his body was stiff and his thoughts were slowly withdrawn. away from deprivation.

But Gamel's eyes were only dull for a second, and then became clear again.He didn't behave as obediently as Nicole wanted. Instead, he showed the appearance of being a master for decades: "Little girl, this is not polite, and this...is not the place for you."

The end of Nicole's eyes was slightly raised, and she glanced lightly and sideways at Gamel, her aura changed from the original, and she suddenly showed a sharp edge-it seemed that she was completely hypnotized.

Nicole stayed on the unbelievably quiet fifth floor and used hypnosis to "torture" the stubborn Gamal, while in the atrium on the third floor of the museum, when the first visitor with a pleasant smile stepped into this space , screaming became the rest of the process of this global art exhibition.

Just the day before yesterday, the head of the international special police team received news that a notorious female thief would visit the Mengonode Museum tonight.This female thief is one of the few wanted fugitives with complete files, and her most outstanding feature is her glamorous appearance that is inversely proportional to her bad reputation.

However, the woman who was supposed to appear tonight has now appeared in the museum, presented in front of all visitors in a creepy artistic way.

The murderer became more rampant.

Except for Garcia, everyone rushed towards the case development hall from all directions.

Looking at the woman in front of him who was arranged as a whole table for a luxurious dinner, Hodge closed his eyes unwillingly.Their prepared plans were once again disrupted.

The dead woman was indeed beautiful. She was gorgeous, with a delicate figure and a charming face.It's a pity that now they can only admire her gray eyes and pale body, dismembered.

A table of exquisite and tempting "food" was displayed on the retro long table, and in front of the main seat at the top, it was the head of the female thief on the exquisite and expensive gold-patterned porcelain plate.The long brown hair that has not completely faded is spread smoothly on the bright red tablecloth, looking from a distance like a lady resting with her head down.

Looking away, the illusion that had just formed disappeared in an instant.On the seats on both sides of the long table are women's jade arms, beautiful legs, breasts, liver, kidneys, uterus... and on the main seat's dinner plate at the other end is a fresh and juicy heart.

A table of pale food is decorated with bright red cherries, surrounded by fresh fruits and vegetables, and even crimson rose petals are scattered in a mess, making it charming and charming.The smell of spices of various colors is mixed with the cold dead smell that makes people's stomach sour, shocking everyone's sense of smell.

——That was imitating the ogre's technique.

Hannibal Lecter, the man standing at the top of the food chain, stood on the fourth floor overlooking everything in the atrium on the third floor.

The third and last person to be imitated is him.

The murderer changed the way he committed the crime, and revealed enough clues for Sherlock to find the answer.

Sherlock walked around the long dining table, then stopped and stood behind the main seat, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and looked expressionlessly at Hannibal who was standing on the edge of the handrail in the atrium on the fourth floor.

Even looking up, it is strong and sharp.

After a brief eye contact, Sherlock withdrew his indifferent gaze.This time the murderer presented the work in front of the original author, was it a provocation, or...

"God, the murderer is one step ahead of us every time!" Reid said painfully, clutching his forehead.

"The murderer is playing a game with us. He seems to have figured out our every step, and then walked ahead of us at the right time, laughing at the incompetence of the police." JJ clutched his uncomfortable stomach, his face ugly.

"Don't be discouraged, the murderer will definitely leave us clues when he commits the crime." Compared with other people who were a little impetuous, Hodge's expression was calmer.

"Ha, finally there is a guy who is still using his brain." Sherlock rolled his radiant eyes, which were full of confidence and arrogance.

"The time of death of the deceased was from two to three in the morning last night. The blood was drained and placed in a wine glass, imitating the criminal methods of the ogre who has not yet been caught... The thief who died prematurely, the neglected atrium pavilion , the news of the thieves we got in advance, and being able to contact the organizer Gamal, all the actions of the police were destroyed one step ahead of the murderer every time. So many coincidences, this is the biggest flaw of the murderer!"

No one interrupted Sherlock's long-winded analysis, and every time he said more, the thinking of the BAU team members became clearer.

"The murderer... can see our every move in complete detail." JJ's beautiful eyes widened, and a terrible conclusion appeared in her brain.

"Mr. Holmes and Professor Lecter were not involved in the investigation at the very beginning. Our team started accepting the second case, and the international special police were the first to contact this case. The news about the female thief came from the leader of the special police team, who was in charge of the atrium exhibition. There are three international special police officers in this section of the pavilion, but these three special police officers did not appear here." Reid looked around, his superb memory allowed him to recognize the absent people at a glance, "However, it is possible to transfer or find an excuse to distract them. The only person is the leader of the special police team. There are also candidates who can contact Gamal, and also..."

Sherlock's footsteps moved slightly, and he turned to the SWAT team leader standing on the edge of the atrium, with a haughty and conceited expression on his face like a king who won another victory: "If your technicians' brains are still functioning and their ears happen to be fine , she should have found out the records that were deliberately erased by the leader of the SWAT team."

The moment Sherlock finished speaking, Garcia's brisk voice reached the ears of everyone wearing an invisible headset: "The leader of the International Special Police Team A, Johnson Sterman, became an international special police officer at the age of 26. Member of Team A, promoted to team leader at the age of 33. In the same year, a secret mission failed and escaped after being captured for nine months. Later, he underwent long-term psychological treatment and took drugs for a long time...God, you don’t want to know him What happened in those nine months and what happened to the guys who imprisoned him."

"He had three psychiatrists, each of whom died unexpectedly within four months of treating him. One of the psychiatrists' reports was that he was initially diagnosed with PTSD, and then had hallucinations, violent tendencies, worsening, and looming Anti-social tendencies..."

Hearing Garcia's words, the members of the BAU team had already pulled out their pistols and stared cautiously at the expressionless SWAT team leader.And the remaining nine SWAT members unconsciously reached out to press the headset, and looked at the team leader standing beside them in disbelief.

That kind and kind team leader who always strives for justice and responsibility is actually the murderer of this serial murder case?

And those three teammates who haven't responded yet...

Sherlock's movement broke the deadlock: "As for the three special police officers who haven't appeared yet..."

He paused for a moment, looking at the sleeves of Zhang's clothes from the SWAT team: "There are traces of soot."

"One of the three missing police officers has never quit smoking, so he often reaches into his trouser pockets. But he is not used to smoking e-cigarettes, and is more keen on the most basic cigarettes. In order not to affect his work, he smokes all I made it myself, with a special ash composition, and the color is lighter and yellower than ordinary ones. The first time we met was 15 minutes after he finished smoking secretly, and his habitual actions would stain his collar with ash."

"No, don't make any stupid excuses about accidentally rubbing. Did you just break their necks or strangle them with a rope? I'm more inclined to the former, because this action just made your cuff rub against the SWAT officer Soot on the collar."

Sherlock's tone was casually irritating, as if everything the SWAT chief had planned was a stupid joke.He was laughing at the carelessness of the other party, showing off his IQ.

Nicole, who was about to pry Gamal's mouth open on the fifth floor, unconsciously pulled a smile at the corner of her mouth when she heard this.It's really showing off your own excellence all the time.

The leader of the special police team was not panicked by being exposed. He raised his wrist calmly, revealing the folded shirt cuffs with loose cuffs. Seeing the tiny grayish yellowish marks on the dark fabric, he curled the corner of his mouth stiffly.

In an instant, the special policeman stretched out his hand neatly and asked him to take out his gun and point it at Sherlock before everyone had time to act.

The atmosphere froze again.

And Hannibal, who was standing on the fourth floor watching everything, tidied up his exquisite suit, raised his long legs and walked to the fifth floor.

Recalling the information he "saw" from the food on the table before, Hannibal's blue eyes suppressed the dark clouds.

He never liked being interrupted hunting.

It is precisely because Sherlock is too confident in himself and immersed in the pleasure of discovering the murderer, he ignores a message that is easy to find for the original author: "I have prepared a surprise~"

Intuitively, Hannibal felt that this message would be related to Nicole.

He pretended again, ran to the fifth floor with a little anxiety and worry on his face, and went straight to the room where Nicole was.

Suddenly, there was a loud explosion and a violent tremor.

The time went back to ten seconds ago.

The atmosphere of the confrontation on the third floor gradually changed in the words of the special police team Zhang: "This is really a cat-and-mouse game that couldn't be more beautiful. I watched you expose all the clues in front of my eyes, and you looked so painful and stupid! It’s really wonderful! Hahahahaha! You should also experience the joy of killing people and turn the police around, that’s really wonderful! Hahahahaha!”

The originally calm guy suddenly seemed to be crazy, but in the next second he shot directly at Sherlock calmly.

Sherlock could see his thoughts, but the body movements were far behind the rapid operation of the brain and the commands given.The bullet aimed at his heart hit his left arm.

Gunshots rang out, BAU and the SWAT team opened fire one after another, but he stood in the most favorable position from the beginning, and hid directly behind the cover after shooting.

Before anyone else could rush forward, there was a loud noise on the fourth floor, and the scalding heat and the impact of the explosion sent everyone flying.

Sherlock felt the anesthesia added to the bullet that hit his body, coupled with the shock and shock of the explosion, his vision was blurred, and the whole world in his eyes was shaking.

Nicole... Nicole...

Sherlock struggled to get up and shouted Nicole's name loudly, but the tinnitus from the explosion made the whole scene temporarily deaf.

Knowing that before he fainted, a person's mouth opened and closed appeared in his blurred vision.

The special policeman stood at the intersection of fleeing and said silently: The game begins.

Games start……

The author has something to say:

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