[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

Weiwei stood up quickly, and was about to say hello, but was interrupted by Professor Fendi's words.

"I assumed that, as my math class rep, it would be my responsibility to help me set up my computer before class and move it back to the office after class."

He didn't look at Weiwei and said it, but looked at the little boy.

"Lotte, your movements are a little slow this time."

"Actually, I don't think I'm slow," said the little boy named Lott, with a hint of credit in his voice, "You promised to find you in the office at the beginning, but you didn't arrive when I arrived, which means I completed the task within the time you planned."

Professor Fendi was noncommittal, and rubbed Lotter's hair.This action surprised Weiwei a little.Although his expression was still a little cold, his movements were unexpectedly gentle.

On the contrary, he ruthlessly pushed the computer into Weiwei's hand, and then opened the door.

What's next for Victoria Mayer to hear?Professor Fendi - Mr. Sherlock has his own considerations in his heart.He didn't intend to show his doubts to others, even if Miss Victoria showed some wisdom beyond her original, it didn't mean she could enjoy some of his trust.

"Then, Mayer, please feel free to read, I have something to do first." He opened the door for Vivi, then left with little Lott in his arms.

Weiwei actually had a subtle feeling of falling out of favor in his heart.

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Little Lott has always been very obedient and will not ask questions that should not be asked, even though he is actually a little bit curious.

"Lotter, take back your curiosity." Sherlock pushed open the door of an adjacent office and walked in first.

Well well, he knew Mr. Holmes could see what he was thinking with the back of his head.The eccentric little Lott pouted, walked into the office obediently and closed the door behind him.

"Together with Anna and the others, I went to eavesdrop on those grown-ups' conversations." His immature voice became stern, with a kind of cuteness pretending to be an adult, but in fact he is indeed smarter than other children, otherwise Sherlock would not Choose these children, "Ms. Rita Foster, who died, was not very popular, because her words were too mean, and many neighbors guessed... I mean, hearing some of her neighbors speculate that maybe it was a bad mouth and offended people."

"She opened this store by herself, so if this happened, she is the only one who will really lose." Lott took out his small note, "Well, the family is ordinary, the only child, and there is no inheritance dispute Now that something like this has happened, it seems that there is no clear profit side."

Sherlock picked up his own violin, held it in his arms, sat on the sofa, and fiddled with his fingers.

"continue."

"I heard from the clothing store next door. If the store is gone, then the next door store seems to be more profitable. If this is a beneficiary," Lott overturned the previous statement that there is no beneficiary, but he He didn't explain the reason, after all, he also knew that Mr. Holmes didn't need it, at least he had done a lot of trivial work for Mr. Holmes, and he still understands this habit." Some of them speculated that it was the shopping guide hired by Ms. Foster. Yes, because the shopping guide—well, Miss Joan Auster has not suffered less, and may retaliate."

"Skipping over Miss Oster, what matters is whether any strange guests have been mentioned recently."

"There is a lot of traffic on this street," Lott said with a bitter face. "We only heard Miss Oster being discussed, and it seems that this has had a great impact on her. Oster Miss is a sophomore at Cambridge University and has been working part-time in a clothing store for more than a year. Oh, by the way, Miss Oster mentioned you, I think it was you, a curly-haired man with high cheekbones... "

Lotter crossed out part of the words silently, God knows Miss Oster was talking about tall and handsome.Although the husband is indeed handsome, he just doesn't want to say that Anna always looks at him with adoring eyes.

"So, Ms. Foster's friend?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows, ignoring Little Lott's little thoughts, but immediately changed direction.

"Except for people watching the excitement, there are no people hanging around the clothing store," Lott shook his head, "We have been there almost all day, and there is no one who fits your description. Some people came to watch the excitement nearby, and there are a few One was from the Reasoning Club of Cambridge University. They wandered around a few times and went back. No one came to find Ms. Foster. It is said that Ms. Foster's circle of friends is quite narrow, and maybe only some suppliers will have contacts. She seems to be quite gloomy in private, when she sells clothes, she watches people order food, and there have been incidents of sarcasm towards poor-looking students."

Sherlock's fingers plucked the strings again, without saying anything.

So the room fell into silence, only the slight sound of the violin being played.

Lott quietly shifted his weight to the other foot, idly thinking about how much the generous Mr. Holmes would pay this time.For that alone he was in awe of Holmes' silence.

Mr. Holmes doesn't like to be disturbed. As long as he recovers, the number given will not be small.

Sherlock didn't think about it for long, he took out his pocket, and suddenly realized that the wallet was full of cards, and now he had no cash on him - he used it when he took a taxi.

This is very embarrassing.

embarrassment?

Mr. Holmes sneered: No fear.

He put the piano down without showing any embarrassment: "The money is in that office, wait for me here for a while."

Then without giving Lot any chance to speak, he simply stood up and left.

Victoria Mayer, doesn’t have many friends, doesn’t spend a lot of money, and rarely goes out, but on the contrary, this makes her have plenty of cash on her body—this stems from her somewhat cautious and quite independent character, she will not let I am in the embarrassment of not having cash.At least the first few times she was asked to buy newspapers, books, and breakfast.

So he opened the door, and for the first time, Victoria Mayer looked so pleasing to the eye sitting in the office chair.

"Victoria, do you have enough cash?"

"...Um, yes." Weiwei was suddenly pulled out of the world in the book, feeling a little dazed for a while, "Professor?"

Sherlock—well, it's Professor Fendi at this time, he frowned, and took out a card from his wallet: "There's a thousand pounds in the card, I'll give it to you now, do you have fifty pounds in cash?"

exm? ? ?

Vivi question mark face.

Fifty fat times for a thousand fat times?She took a careful look at Professor Fendi's expression, you seem to be making me laugh?

"Considering that you will have to run errands for me in the future," Professor Fendi snorted softly, "this will be considered as early reimbursement and this semester's salary."

Thinking of running errands for Professor Fendi to buy this and that, it really costs money.In this regard, Weiwei didn't think about other issues, and started to take out her wallet without saying a word, because she has always been used to traveling alone, and she never lacks cash on her body. In order to prevent it from being stolen once, she put some in her wallet. I also put some change in my pocket.Now without further ado, she tore out three fifty-pound bills from her purse, and then took out two twenty-pound bills, which she handed to the professor.

Although the professor only said 50 yuan...

Professor Fendi threw the dark green card to her, took the money and turned and walked out of the room.

Weiwei: Mother word... If all the bosses in the world were so straightforward, the world would be a better world (???)

Professor Fendi is really not soft on giving money...

Sherlock, who turned around and went to the office next door, handed two 50-yuan bills to Lott.

"To you and your friends." He lowered his head again and rubbed Lott's hair, "infiltrated into Ms. Foster's funeral, observed whether anyone who was not relatives or friends was present, and who was with Foster. Ms. Sturt is not on good terms . . . understand?"

Lott received 100 yuan and laughed so hard that he couldn't see his teeth: "Understood."

"Let's go." Sherlock opened the door for him, and went out with Little Lott.

"Goodbye, sir." Lott waved his hand vigorously, carefully collected the money, and trotted away.

Sherlock looked at it for a few seconds, then retracted his gaze, and looked into the room again.

The layout of this office is similar to his usual one, but he doesn't spend much time there.because……

"Mycroft, are you bored to this extent?" he sneered, his eyes fixed on a small reflective spot on the edge of the curtain hook, and then he turned and locked the door.

When the office door opened again, Weiwei had already put away the heavy bank/bank/card and started reading again.It's just that I'm holding back something in my heart at the moment, so I can't see it.She planned to ask from the beginning.She spread out the notebook, and wrote some messy things in the notebook—scattered key words about the summer vacation.

Professor Fendi noticed as soon as he walked in—his eyes are very sensitive to grabbing keywords like murder, and he didn't feel that he had done anything to spy on other people*, he just looked away quickly and then looked away The face is calm.

Now that he knew, she was still curious.

"wrong." He took out a book from the bookshelf, then threw himself on the sofa, "there is a mistake in the notes."

"Huh?" Weiwei subconsciously glanced at what she was writing.

"Page 16, No.30, No.[-] three pages," just a second before the exit, he changed his mind, he turned the book in his hand from the first page to the last page and then from the last page. The page flipped back, "Except for some stupid clerical errors, the analysis on these three pages has obvious errors."

He had meant to tell her that her analysis of that case was wrong.

"You can't all rely on psychology," his tone couldn't hear anything, but Weiwei recognized a hint of veiled disapproval, "Psychology is just a clue, and you ignore the obvious evidence for this clue, Vicky."

It took Weiwei a while to remember that these three pages were the analysis she made when she saw the files on the professor's bookshelf.

But what about vicky?Is it the nickname the professor gave her?_(:3ゝ∠)_

"In addition, your talent in chemical synthesis is really worrying." He calmly looked straight ahead, as if he had penetrated the wall and got the violin in another office, and even his fingers moved slightly, "Basic If you don’t have enough knowledge, don’t try it lightly, at least your attempt on the seventh page of No.20 will lead to an explosion.”

His little finger snapped tight--if the violin were in his hands now, the action would have produced a high-pitched, piercing note.

Weiwei quickly flipped through the pages, looking at the synthesis steps he had listed with some hesitation.She didn't see the problem for a while, so she just folded a corner.

"Professor, in fact, I also have something to ask you..."