[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

I didn't think too much about it at the time, and it was normal for everyone to be happy and happy even during the meal.But when she returned to the dormitory and was lying on the bed after taking a shower, Weiwei began to suffer from insomnia and to think about things.

Things that I deliberately avoided not thinking about suddenly popped up.

such as.

such as.

She grabbed some key words in her empty head.

Explosion, clothing store.

She closed her eyes, as if the fire was still in front of her eyes.

Why did the clothing store suddenly explode?This is not a factory, there will be dust and the like.So if you think about it carefully, the possibility of bombing/bombing is very high.

bomb?

A piece of messy manuscript paper flashed in her mind.She remembered that there were some chemical equations written on it that she couldn't understand, and there were a few arrows, and what looked like a flow chart was drawn.There is also a rough... model drawn in the side corner, with what looks like a mobile phone strapped to it.

If you think about it carefully, that thing could be bombed, right?

She suddenly remembered the little scar on the professor's hand.

Even with her eyes closed, Weiwei couldn't help but shook her head to get the miscellaneous thoughts out of her mind.

too sensitive.

But such doubts are still in my mind-why there is such a model, why Professor Fendi was opposite to the scene two hours ago, why Professor Fendi happened to appear, and why did he appear at the police station?

If you really want to think about it, judging by the books on the bookshelf, Professor Fendi’s chemistry is definitely not bad, let alone the production of sex mentioned in the textbooks of Weiwei High School-even though DIYing a bomb/bomb will It's a bit difficult, but in principle, if you really want to do it, you can still find a way.

Not to mention Professor Fendi...

She made her nest smaller.

But it must not be Professor Fendi.

Although Professor Fendi looks indifferent, even a little...

Weiwei couldn't find an adjective for a moment, and the image of Professor Fendi kept shaking in front of him. Weiwei didn't expect that she had such a deep impression on Professor Fendi... She even remembered his chiseled cheekbones and

But he definitely didn't fit the profile of a bomber.

There are three types of reasons for dropping bombs/bombs, one is criminal groups, the other is psychological confusion, and there are personal reasons, and personal reasons for bombing are caused by potential emotional conflicts. (—from Criminal Minds)

No clue, Weiwei frowned, if only he could see the bomb.

A bomb/bomb can reflect certain characteristics or characteristics of the person who made it, which is an extremely useful clue for the police/police.

Although Vivi can't see... um.

Besides...she was curious...if it was really a bomb, why did she choose to be here?What does he/she want to do?Such a small-scale explosion/explosion must be highly targeted, so who is it targeting?

She was suddenly looking forward to Monday, when she would be able to go to Professor Fendi's office after basic math.

There was an almost intuitive trust in her mind that Professor Fendi would have the answer.

Compared with Weiwei who seemed extremely leisurely, the "Professor Fendi" that Weiwei was talking about was much busier.

He didn't bother to explain to the goldfish at Scotland Yard why he was there, he just said noblely and coldly: "If you insist on saying that I am anti-social, then I will definitely not just make such an extremely simple bomb/bomb, I know Your reflex arc can only reach how do I know that the bomb/bomb is simple, I can only answer that I know it just by looking at it."

"Observation... Lestrade... If you don't learn to observe, you can only be a little detective." He snorted softly, and then speeded up his speech.

"The medicine powder from the hardware store, the bundled mobile phone is used as a switch, and the stupid setting that it will explode when you dial the phone." K's tone could not hear the joy or anger, or simply despised the Lestrade in front of him. Agents below the Scotland Yard IQ line are represented.

He took back what Lestrade had said on the Scotland Yard IQ line.

"K!" Lestrade couldn't help but stop the ridicule that K might not brake - as long as Sherlock speaks, it will definitely be a tragedy for Lestrade.

High-speed, non-stop, like a mocking machine gun firing bursts.

"Shutup!" Inspector Jackson turned his head and stopped Lestrade. He walked up to K and lowered his voice, "I know you, Mr. Holmes, I hope everything goes well for you this time."

He is about to retire.

In fact, he has only been devolved here to be this damned inspector for the past two years, because he was also a lackey of Mr. Mycroft Holmes earlier-he did not shy away from evaluating himself in this way.

He was not ashamed of it, if speaking of the lackeys of Mr. Mycroft Holmes.

He has almost a natural fear of Mr. Holmes, even though he does not directly belong to Mr. Holmes, and the number of times he meets him is very few, but every time...

Whenever he mentions it, there is still a little fear that he can detect.

But now, out of some mentality, he looked at such a reckless little Sherlock Holmes, he didn't say much, even, he thought - just pamper him like this, sooner or later he will destroy .

With the indulgence of Mr. Holmes, he will be ruined sooner or later.

K didn't respond. He didn't even look directly at Inspector Jackson, but started another topic: "I want to see the results of the forensics department."

"Lestrade, you will give it to him, right?" Inspector Jackson put his hands in his pockets, with his thumbs sticking out, showing a rather controlling gesture.

He didn't mind his contempt... Or thinking of the fate of being spoiled, he almost had a kind of pleasure in his heart that was close to bearing the burden of humiliation.

"Yes, Inspector." Lestrade agreed even though he was puzzled.

He was thinking: Is it because of that gentleman?

If K wants to know what Inspector Jackson is thinking, he can come to a conclusion within 1 second, and in fact he did come to a conclusion, but he feels that this conclusion is meaningless to him...at least for him now It doesn't make sense to say.

So he threw the superficial results behind him.

Why did the fat man specifically inform him of such a small case?Is it because of some information received? K strode in the corridor, which does not fit the characteristics of a group crime, and is an individual crime.

When he walked out of the police station, a gust of cold wind made him subconsciously tense up.

Among the people he saw going in and out of the clothing store, there was bound to be a bomber.He is cowardly, so he is afraid of being noticed, so he must make himself look very ordinary.The bomb is not too big. He may put it in his schoolbag, carry it in his handbag, or pretend to be a fat man and carry it in his arms.

The video in his mind played back at high speed.

Why drop such a bomb/bomb at this place and at this time?

The mind map in my mind quickly expanded.

Will he return to the scene?

There would be a second case, he was sure.

On Sunday, K seemed to forget about the case. He got up at 08:30 and read the newspaper of the day after breakfast.He frowned and tried to find anything else interesting, but there was none.A little annoyed, he threw the newspaper into the fireplace, and the flames of the fireplace shot up, and the newspaper was swallowed up like this.

The thought that flashed through my mind very quickly was that Mycroft said whether he felt that he had been too angry recently.

He's just not happy.

There are no cases, no anecdotes, no interesting experiments and research objects.

bored.

At ten o'clock in the morning, he waited for the report of the forensics department and the analysis of the bomb/bomb. He didn't read the conclusion directly, but carefully looked at the ingredients and the method of assembly.

He knew that Scotland Yard at this moment must be trying to find out the guests who came in and out that day, especially those who were near the bomb site.He also knows that such a method is tedious and difficult to obtain results.

And he, after reading the report from the forensics department, has already narrowed down the scope.

There's just something weird about it...

The principle of the bomb/bomb is very simple, but the creators made some ingenious modifications on the Internet, making it difficult for outsiders to stop the explosion in a short time.And this is not quite in line with the deduction he proposed at the beginning.It also made the possibility of the suspects he drew up and down.

In terms of motivation, he was just waiting for the results from his team, and hoped that Lott Jr. would tell him the results tomorrow. Although the little guys sometimes moved a bit slower, their information never disappointed him.

And right now, it wasn't quite in his character to sit in a room making these inferences, nor was it in his character to tell people about unproven inferences.In the short term, there is no other way of thinking except to follow Scotland Yard's stupid approach.He glanced at his phone, just as a new message came in.

Ah, it's Miss Amber from Cambridge Medical School.

【Professor Fendi, my professor asked me to tell you that the processing of the specimens for freshmen has not started yet. If you need it, it is best to come before the day after tomorrow. 】

Oh great.

Something was done before the second case.

He put on his overcoat and hurried out of the apartment.