[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

"There were no casualties, just a small explosion." Lestrade quickened his pace to keep up with Sherlock who seemed to be running a [-]-meter race. "Although I don't know how you came to the conclusion...I don't think..."

"shutup."

Obviously, Sherlock didn't want to hear Lestrade's so-called conclusion.

"Obviously, he made a mistake the first time." Sherlock said quickly, he may be speaking to himself, or he may be telling Lestrade, "This time he improved the bomb/bomb a little bit, That way he can control the explosion better. It's smaller—does he not want to hurt innocent people?"

This is a store in an abandoned shopping mall... In fact, even without this small explosion, the shopping mall would have been blown up.Because it will be detonated at [-] o'clock tomorrow morning, all the monitoring that should be removed now has been removed, and the suspect probably came here with this in mind.

This is just a small experiment.

Sherlock knew this clearly in his heart.

He is improving.

He tried to control the amount of explosives, tried to control the timing of the explosion.

What clues can it bring?His brow furrowed.

The materials are all too easy to obtain, and even the method of making the bomb is not too difficult, not to say that only certain groups of people can do it.The choice of location is unremarkable, and there is no characteristic in terms of time.

The clues available are so limited that the suspects have been careful enough so far.

"Analysis of explosives, I want that," Sherlock said stiffly, "It will continue to happen... I mean, let me know if there is an explosion."

"Shouldn't you stop the next game?"

Lestrade looked confused - such words are too incompatible with Sherlock's style, and he will inform him after something happens?

However, Sherlock ignored Lestrade's surprise, and quickly calculated various possibilities in his mind.

If hard evidence is not available, then it can only be broken from the side.

The first time I committed a crime, I chose a store with a relatively low traffic flow, there were many students nearby, and there were a lot of people shopping, so there was nothing unusual about carrying a shopping bag.It is impossible for the suspect to enter the store with a bomb in his arms, nor is it possible for him to expose the bomb for others to see, so the bomb in front of the cash register must be hidden.

Analysis of the ashes suggested it was probably a paper bag.

That is to say, the suspect entered the store with a homemade drug in a paper bag, and then put it in a place not far from the cash register where it was covered by clothes. It may have been when he was nearby, or he may have walked away. Detonate.

The time of committing the crime was also very coincidental, it happened to be the time when the shopping guide lady left.From the psychological analysis of the bomber, this is what he wants to achieve, and he only targets the shopkeeper.

From the perspective of the investigation of interpersonal relationships, if it is not for love or for money, then it is someone who has a festival.This alone can magnify the range of suspects - so large that they have been ridiculed by the shopkeeper even once.Oh yes... there are also people who know that the shopping guide will go out at noon

Is it possible to be a so-called defender?The shopkeeper's behavior aroused his displeasure, or did he take revenge for the shopping guide lady?

Sherlock quickly calculated the odds in his mind, and all kinds of possibilities stretched out like branches of a tree, and all the ends were marked with question marks.

It is difficult because it is too ordinary.

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"To tell you the truth, I belong to that Professor Fendi you mentioned..." He paused, and then spit out a single word easily, "arch-enemy."

He stood up, leaning on his cane, his shoulders straight, like a mountain—his back can bring pressure to people.

After standing still, he paused for a few seconds before turning to look at her.

At this moment, he was against the light, and the contours of his face were blurred, but she was under the sun, so she was very clear.

"Then maybe there are some things I can't tell you." The more Weiwei became nervous, the more she slowed down her speech. She even tried her best to restrain herself, hoping that her ending sound would not be a little timid and trembling. She always felt that words like old enemy As if some kind of seal had been opened, it gave her a feeling that she was about to get in touch with the core secrets, "After all, I respect Professor Fendi."

But the man seemed to have heard some joke, and looked at her with a half-smile: "Respect? If you mean the one who is full of anger, the suspect?"

"Maybe he didn't tell you that he was also among the suspects in this explosion."

He really didn't tell me...

Weiwei suppressed her voice to make herself sound less nervous: "I believe not."

"Give me a reason." He narrowed his eyebrows slightly, feeling oppressed again.

Weiwei didn't care to analyze why Mr. Enemy asked such a question. She didn't even compare the eyebrows and eyes of Mr. Enemy and Professor Fendi. She replied quite frankly:

"I don't know where you came up with the word, sir, at least I believe what I saw—Professor Fendi is a little impatient with some students, but he is tolerant of those who really want to know Thoughtful. Although I don’t have much contact with him, I am sure that Professor Fendi must be a resolute and upright person.”

"From your ridiculous intuition?" He raised an eyebrow.

"...not intuition," Weiwei opened her mouth to explain, but she failed to organize logical language, "but if you want to think so, then it's fine."

"I hope you stick to your stupid instincts, Miss Mayer..." There was a hint of sarcasm on his face.

Talking to Mycroft is tiring, because all he shows you is always what he wants you to see, more and nothing.

"Integrity...disposition firmness?"

"You are brothers, aren't you?"

This is the first time that Weiwei steals the words in this conversation.

Just when the gentleman turned his head to look at her, she looked back under pressure. She tried to capture the expression on his face, but found that the man's expression was almost as calm as a textbook. Even a raised eyebrow had a clear meaning Yes, I want to show her.

With such expression management, she immediately thought of Professor Fendi, who seldom revealed his expression, and then she realized that under the completely different temperament, the facial features of the two were somewhat similar.

Mycroft's expression was still light, making it impossible to detect any emotion.

"Now that you've guessed it, how about we make a deal?"

So this is, admitted?Weiwei was stunned for a moment.

"Since my brother is such a nuisance, if Miss Mayer is convenient, take care of him for me," he smiled, trying to send a friendly signal, "I mean, tell me what he's doing .”

"Take care? Or monitor?" Weiwei asked quickly.

"If you have to say that brotherhood is so tense," Mycroft, on the surface, was still a good brother who cared about his younger brother, "I will reward you."

"He gave you a thousand pounds," Mycroft paused, "a thousand pounds a week if you would report his whereabouts to me every day."

Weiwei is going to kneel down to the rich father.

Yes, as a local turtle, her first reaction was to convert it into RMB and almost knelt down to call Dad.Although I guessed that I would be rich from the beginning, I didn't expect it to be so straightforward.

She told herself with difficulty that poverty cannot be moved, and then she had a backbone...

"I won't do that, sir."

She saw the pounds fly away.

But she still said with a choked voice.

"I don't think the surveillance is right."

The man's expression became even more unpredictable: "Really?"

"I look forward to when you regret it." He added slowly, his eyes fixed on her face for a few seconds before moving away.

Yes, she regrets it now...

Weiwei thought very spinelessly.

"Let's go." He said flatly, "Ride your little bicycle. My secretary put it back where you usually park it."

"Good-bye, sir, then."

Vivi turned around.Opening the door to the office, she took one more look at the gentleman as she closed it - even though she didn't know his name until now - she took a serious look before closing the door.

The way down the stairs is still familiar, but this time the mood is completely different from any previous one.

She is a little complicated.

Although she had already guessed that Professor Fendi would not be an ordinary person, but this brother's generosity also made her feel...

If you say we meet each other, we will meet each other... I cleared a section of the road, drove here specially, and even drove around the campus a few times, and... the teaching building was also cleared.

Simply.

But why is this...

Want to tell yourself that Professor Fendi is no ordinary person?Want her to agree to the so-called surveillance?then what?Weiwei felt that her mind was in a mess, and she couldn't recover when she got on her little broken bike.

When she rode away, she looked back. The teaching building was eerily quiet than usual. She pedaled her little bicycle away, and the wind made her feel a little cold.

She dared not analyze the man's emotions.

because she is afraid...

In the end there will be no result.

After returning to the dormitory, Weiwei let out a sigh of relief and lay down on the bed, her mind was in a mess. She didn't know if she was involved in something, or maybe it was just a small episode, a small episode connected because of Professor Fendi. episode.

Her always keen instincts told her what would happen.

in case……

If you get close to Professor Fendi, then, a lot will happen.

This week, she still reported to Professor Fendi every day. From Tuesday to Friday, she failed twice. One time she arrived early, and a student in a white coat just came out of the office. He might be from the Department of Chemistry or the Department of Medicine. — She thinks it's from the medical department.

The student's light amber hair made her look quite soft, and she even felt that her temperament was quite inconsistent with Professor Fendi.Weiwei felt that she might be a student who was about to graduate, and she didn't have time to look at her face—because the student lowered his head when walking, even if he met Weiwei, he just passed by in a hurry.

At that time, Weiwei was standing at the door, wanting to say hello to Professor Fendi.

Professor Fendi walked out with a book in hand: "Take it and read it, I have something to do."

The criminal psychology of the red soft leather came into her hands like this, and then he closed the door neatly, and walked away like the wind, the sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground faded away, and Weiwei stayed where she was with the book.

She didn't know where to go.

She hasn't told Professor Fendi about meeting that "arch-enemy". In fact, she really wanted to ask, but she didn't ask.In the past few days, Professor Fendi has given her a sense of tension. Sitting on the sofa, she doesn't use the computer or mobile phone very much, and doesn't ask her to look up information. She doesn't even ask for brunch—this is already abnormal.

Weiwei can be sure that Professor Fendi must be immersed in something, and the most likely thing is the bombing a few days ago.