[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

The Italian has been talking on the surface, but his inner thinking never stops.As for talking all the time, it was just because it was more in line with the real Italian Monte Clara who was knocked out in his apartment.

In fact, this is not the first time he has done such a thing. His annoying brother got him a boring case. He really doesn't have a good impression of this client. He just remembers that this person keeps beeping Own worries and the desire to solve the case.Then he made an impromptu change of clothes, left the client in the apartment, swaggered past the eyes of the people sent by his brother to watch, and swayed out.

I was thinking about finding a hotel to rest for a while, but I just entered the hotel when I heard screams.Holmes Meow's ears stood up all of a sudden, and he rushed to the source of the sound at a speed 20% faster than his original body.

Sherlock Italian Holmes finally shut up because of the annoying couple next door, and became a quiet and handsome man—of course, Sherlock himself would never shut up because of other people's complaints, Everything serves people.During this process, all his thinking about the existing information was over - it only took a few minutes for him - he withdrew his thoughts and pursed his lips slightly.

Instead, he was more interested in that Victoria Mayer.

When he arrived at the scene, he happened to see Mayer who turned her head to look at him. At that moment, he was suspicious of her - because as a student who had just finished the college entrance examination - judging from the vacation time and his own age - , her reaction was too indifferent.

Of course, it didn't take him a second to rule that out, especially after seeing the victim.

The scene is a typical organized crime scene, the suspect's techniques are quite skilled, and he even squirts very little blood, and at this moment, someone may enter and exit the bathroom, and he can commit crimes and escape without a trace. A female student who is not deep, emotionally indifferent, and powerless, he can tell that Mayer's physical fitness must be below average just by looking at her.

What is quite interesting about this Miss Mayer is that she clearly recognized the victim as her alumni, but she still maintained her composure. Even, she is not at all like the average IQ of a dead classmate who just entered college. left and right students.

He put his hands back in his pockets and turned around his phone.

Wait, this face looks familiar.

His gaze was vacuously fixed on the blooming flowers of Xiaoji in the distance, but his thoughts quickly drilled into the memory palace he was proud of.

This face... where did you see it?

All the pictures are like a movie, rewinding at twenty times speed or faster - he tried to dig out a face like this from the trash can.

I remembered.

A year ago, when he went to Hoffman College disguised as a French exchange student Gaston Marc, his deskmate was Victoria Meyer—if nothing else, the foolish girl who had wasted four years at the time The goldfish who never had a chance to pass the test is this one?

His fingers couldn't help but tap lightly on the screen of the phone.

resting.

The interrogation of the couple does not seem to be of much value, but it comes out in five minutes and 27 seconds, which is enough time for basic information and a gentle husband comforting a frightened wife, even though the husband is just a coward.

"Mr. Monte Clara."

The voice of the male police officer sounded sternly.Clara still kept the smiling face of an entrepreneur who seemed to be aloof, muttering something in her mouth, and followed in.

The lady naturally didn't like Monte Clara's appearance, even though Clara had a good-looking face that wasn't affected too much by her body shape, her eyes stopped on Clara's face for a while, then moved away, and she nodded to indicate Clara sat down.

Sherlock didn't mind either, enjoying the rare courtesy from the lady.Although the courtesy is to Monte Clara and not to Sherlock Holmes.

"Name?"

"As you know, I am Monte Clara, one of the shareholders of xx Group. Our company is in Italy, mainly engaged in iron ore and..."

"Sorry to interrupt, what happened when you arrived at the crime scene?"

"Oh my god, to be honest, such a scene is not artistic, and I don't want to recall it anymore. To be honest, it's too frightening." The fat big hand patted his chest that might have a C cup, with a burst of flesh There was a burst of trembling, matching this face, even Xiao Gongju couldn't help turning his head away.

Really, although I have seen many crime scenes, this is still very eye-catching.

But the Italian doesn't consider other people's moods, and speaks directly with a few words of Italian, and sometimes turns into English with an Italian accent.

There should be an expression pack here: Scared Italian.gif

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Really, the picture is so beautiful that I don't want to look at it at all.

Because of Clara's special status, the fake Clara real Sherlock was released after simply cooperating.

Of course, the truth is that some agents outside the unresponsive srd discovered that the boring young master Sherlock didn't crack a set of Fibonacci numbers with a gun or play the violin music with the same summary over and over again , and then a few people looked upstairs and found poor Clara who had been knocked out.

The Italian is going to blow up.

"Mr. Holmes! I chose little Mr. Holmes based on my trust in you, but he actually knocked his honored guest unconscious on the ground %￥#&...%￥"

In fact, Sherlock's Italian-accented English is quite similar.

The Italian angrily pressed his hands on the table, and stretched out his hands to stroke his chest to comfort his little heart.That handsome face showed some grievances - if you don't look at the neck down, with such an expression, many people would exclaim how handsome and want to look up frontally.

However, the fact is that below the neck, there is a piece of flesh rippling.

Spicy eyes.

In this regard, Sherlock also learned a lot.

Mycroft, who was distracted... Of course, it's not a distraction for him, it's just a little, a little thought - replacing the person Sherlock pretended to be with his stupid brother's head.

Feeling much happier.

You can calm down and appease this one.

Mycroft's heart fluttered a little, but he didn't laugh.

After appeasing the furious real Clara, Mycroft finally had time to negotiate with the false Clara.

When he first made the call, Mycroft's expression was calm.

"Don't think that I won't know it's you if I change to a phone number that looks a little more normal." Sherlock was already alone in the taxi, speaking in his original voice, "There is no need for such a boring disguise. Heh."

In fact, if it were Sherlock's original face and original figure, it would be true, convincing and imposing.

But who is Mycroft? Just thinking about his younger brother's voice on that startled partner, that rippling and unrestrained figure and the handsome face with some mild baby faces ... The sense of the picture is so strong that it is not necessary, vivid and three-dimensional and vivid.He originally wanted to start a wave of ridicule, but after thinking about it, it's unnecessary. It wouldn't be good if Brother Zha Mao became angry from embarrassment.

"I don't know what made you procrastinate," Mycroft bluntly put aside the topic, "If you don't see through such a case at a glance, it can only mean that you have become a goldfish in the boring game of dressing up. "

Oh, fat man.

Sherlock's heart didn't fluctuate in the slightest, and the smile on his lips was still sneering.

"Tomorrow ends."

Without waiting for Mycroft's response, the two brothers did not respond to the phone except to provoke and mock each other.Sherlock put the phone back in his pocket and took it out again after a while.

It took him a while to recall the profile of the French boy he pretended to be, and posted on the Facebook he used when he was Gaston.

That girl aroused his curiosity a little bit.

Weiwei couldn't leave so easily like the Italian, because she knew the deceased, so it was inevitable that after the temporary interrogation at the hotel, she had to go to the police station to take a statement in the office.

The deceased Daisy Gabriel, like Vivi, was a graduate of Hoffman School, and the two were in the next class.

Weiwei doesn’t know much about this person. The UK is no better than Tian/Chao, and there are fewer students in one class, and there are alternate classes between classes. However, Weiwei is not a very active person in the original body. Only in front of you will you be more open.And Gabriel is jealous, because he has a boyfriend, he is very afraid of having better-looking girls around him (source: gossip), so Weiwei and Gabriel have almost no direct contact.

"Boyfriend? Is their relationship good?" The police officer raised his eyebrows and raised the corner of his mouth.

Weiwei, who didn't look directly into the police officer's eyes, noticed this at once. She didn't have time to think about the emotion implied by this expression, and she didn't answer directly, but said: "They are often together."

"How much do you know about the trip of the victim, Miss Gabriel?"

Weiwei shook her head: "I don't know at all. I chose this place just to get away from home and relax. The weather these few days is pretty good and comfortable. I've been wandering around the bay...and I'm staying in this city. time will be over."

She had a bad feeling, she always felt that the young lady's eyes were staring at her hairy, always like suspicion.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, and she was not in the mood to joke about Snow White before.

"How much do you know about Miss Gabriel's boyfriend?"

"I only know that he is a freshman in college," Weiwei continued shaking his head, "he looks good too, I don't know anything else."

"Who do you think might hurt Miss Gabriel?"

"I don't know," asked the third question, "As far as I know, there is no big conflict."

"There is no big conflict, but there is a small conflict?" He grabbed Weiwei's words and stared at Weiwei without hiding his gaze.

Weiwei felt a little uncomfortable, but still tried her best to search the original body's memory and replied: "After she has a boyfriend, she is very straightforward in rejecting other people's invitations. Sometimes it is a bit ugly because of the occasion... But I think this There's nothing wrong with that, if you have a boyfriend, you really shouldn't accept these invitations."

"Understood, thank you for your cooperation."

The police pager rang, Jian and Weiwei didn't seem to have anything to talk about, so they simply ended the conversation.