[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

Weiwei had a little understanding of Professor Fendi's habits. She noticed the newspapers that Professor Fendi usually read and wrote them down carefully. On weekends, she went to the library to borrow them.

She estimated the general situation of Professor Fendi's usual page turning and flipped through the newspaper.Although Professor Fendi turned pages quickly, Weiwei still noticed that he likes to stay in several sections—one should be the social section, and the other should be the message section.

She flipped through some of the newspapers that Professor Fendi was used to reading, and then found a small obituary in the oo newspaper. The funeral of Ms. Rita Foster was held on Thursday.She immediately thought of how Professor Fendi left in a hurry on Thursday morning—was it going to a funeral?

Weiwei frowned, remembering a possibility.

But what will be the result of going to the funeral? Vivi doesn't believe that Professor Fendi can clean up the victim's interpersonal relationship in such a short period of time, because the bombardier will not go to the funeral-this means that the people who appear at the funeral will be killed. That part that is excluded.

Why don't bombers go to funerals?She dug out her original conclusion and rethought it.

She searched desperately for reasons in her mind.

Because of what?

On Sunday, Angelina dragged Vivi to the party again, but Vivi was not very energetic, just nestled quietly in a corner, lost in thought.Even Edmund, who had seen him two or three times, refused to dance. He was dragged away by other girls as soon as he refused.Fortunately, Weiwei sat too far in the corner. Angelina, who was obsessed with the party, called Weiwei once or twice at the beginning and then gave up.

Holding the phone, Weiwei suddenly felt so bored.

The party in front of her was too noisy, she always felt out of place.

Holding the non-alcoholic drink in her hand, she was in a daze slowly. She didn't know who to talk to when she opened the K interface on her mobile phone, and somehow opened the chat interface with Brother Gaston.

Then she remembered the summer vacation again, and again, more urgently, she wanted the answer.

She didn't send another message to Brother Gaston, but turned off the screen of her phone.It seemed that a male classmate was encouraged to come on stage and sang a section of rap, which was quite good. Weiwei listened to it with great interest for a while.

"Excuse me."

Weiwei put his legs away to make it easier for others to pass, and then he realized that the voice of the person was familiar. When he raised his head, he suddenly felt—this figure looks a bit like Brother Gaston?

gosh...

Weiwei felt a little ridiculous, maybe he liked Brother Gaston...I thought about it every day.

I denied myself again, and I was thinking about Professor Fendi every day.

Does it mean that there are only men in his mind? Weiwei was chilled by his own thoughts, took a big sip of the cold drink, and calmed down the clamoring heart.

In fact, she already had a result in her heart.

She wasn't thinking about people at all.

but puzzles.

she wants to know the result x1

Weiwei made a decision after thinking everything through—must ask clearly on Monday.

After making the decision, Weiwei stood up abruptly and went to the bar to check out. Just as she was about to take out Professor Fendi's card, she suddenly remembered—Professor Grass said that there was only [-] pounds in the card, so it was definitely not a credit card, but the professor didn't say the password ah……

Her face changed and became a little complicated, and then she took out her own cash.

she wants to know the result x2

In contrast, Sherlock's weekend seemed to be a lot more fulfilling. Although the bombing case had no results yet, there happened to be a few small theft cases, and the statue of Napoleon in the shop was stolen.

Why not take the money, but choose to steal a few Napoleon statues?

The more unreasonable things are, the more they can attract Sherlock's attention. Sometimes such puzzles can bring him inspiration. The ultimate essence of unreasonable things must return to the so-called "common sense". Motivation is easier to find.He searched for clues from his running back and forth in the City of London.

The bombing was temporarily silent, but he knew that the bombardier was already about to move.

The last experiment went well—for Bombardier, he must be eager to find proof, so he will definitely find another subject.As long as there is a next object, from the comparative relationship between the two victims, the center position of the bombardier can be found.

He didn't prepare lessons on Monday.

Given that his good brother is always quite forgiving when his younger brother indulges in furry little adventures, this time Mycroft helped Sherlock do what the "Professor Fendi" character set should do , so that he successfully arrived at the classroom on time as before.

Sherlock put down the computer and looked around.

As always, more people than there should be in the class, but one less.

"Tommy Green," he didn't start the class directly, but said a name, "is his roommate here?"

There was a little noise in the classroom, and then it returned to silence.

Sherlock didn't bother to call up this person's information, to recall whether this person was in a single dormitory.He just said lightly: "Victoria Mayer, contact him, I hope he gets full marks at the end of the term."

He didn't wait for Victoria's reply, but continued to fiddle with his computer—speaking of which, he had already mentioned to Victoria Mayer last week that she wanted her to move the computer. This kind of boring manual labor would waste him 3 minutes time.

He weighed whether it was the precious 3 minutes or the key to the office. Finally, he reluctantly approved Mayer's right to enter and leave his office. Fortunately, she was somewhat different from the other goldfish. If he could really break away from that vulgar group, he would Would not mind providing some books.

One less goldfish, one more happiness.

he thinks.

Weiwei has become numb to things like calling her own name. In fact, as a living target in basic mathematics class for thousands of years, she even suspects that many fans regard her as a rival in love. Maybe everyone in the classroom remembers her. It's such a thankless thing to live by yourself...

In this class, Weiwei's heart was in a mess.

She is nervous.

Fortunately, she had some foundation before, and it wouldn't be too troublesome to lose her mind from time to time. Her mind was full of what she was going to say to Professor Fendi next.

She wanted to ask him about the progress of the bombing, about his old enemy brother, about...

If Professor Fendi was running around because of the case, she wanted to ask if she could be allowed to go.

She knew that the possibility of rejection was very high. If it was in the past, she might not have mentioned it at all, and she would not dare to mention it.Or maybe even now, she wasn't sure she'd have the guts to bring it up later in the office.

If the professor asked her why she was going?What are you going to do?What can I do to help?

How should she answer?

After class, Weiwei originally wanted to go directly to the door of Professor Fendi's office and wait, but was stopped by the professor as soon as he arrived at the door of the classroom.

The professor threw a key at her.

"Bring the computer over here." The professor ordered lightly while looking at the questions the students were asking.

Holding the key, Weiwei was a little dazed.The key has probably been in the professor's pocket all the time, and it still has a little heat.Office key?

This means, does he trust her to stay in the office alone now?

She didn't understand it a little bit, but she obeyed out of habit—it's not known when she got into the habit.After helping Professor Fendi unplug the data cable, she carried the computer to the office.

it's wired.

When Mingming went to Professor Fendi's office for the first time, Professor Fendi didn't lock the door. What does it mean now?Is it because no one will go?But when she went to the office later, Professor Fendi almost never let her stay alone in the office, and when Professor Fendi left, she...

Wait, she left voluntarily?

In other words, Professor Fendi didn't say that she would not be left alone in the office?

But since then, Professor Fendi has indeed locked the door...Why?

Can't think of a result.

Vivi freed up one hand, opened the office door and then closed it, and put the computer on the side of the desk. She did not know where she took out the book that Professor Fendi gave her last time. He didn't put it back hastily, and then took a psychology book familiarly.

But when I first took it out, I was a little hesitant.

She has read too much psychology recently, wouldn't it be better to change one?

She put the half-drawn book back and picked up a crime scene identification instead.

She sat on the office chair, a little uneasy, still thinking about the possible conversation that would happen next.As a result of such tension, when Professor Fendi just opened the office door, Weiwei subconsciously bounced.

"It looks like you're nervous," Professor Fendi's gray eyes fixed on Weiwei's face, "What do you want to say?"

He didn't wait for Weiwei's answer, but adopted a pace that was not at all Professor Fendi. He closed the door as soon as he left his foot, and walked towards the window with a brisk pace. He closed the curtains completely. Pull it apart, and the originally bright office becomes even brighter.Then he turned his head and his eyes fell on Weiwei's face.

In fact he felt something new.

Her jaw was tightened, her lips were tightly pursed, and her eyes couldn't help but wanted to wander but held back.

He didn't seem to have seen this koi so nervous before—including, um, including asking questions in class, including her almost being hit by a car.

Now we say that Weiwei is a koi, but because I think it is a coincidence that this fish can always encounter cases.

Vivina's mind went blank for a moment: "What's the password of the bank.bank.card?"

After finishing speaking, Weiwei herself didn't feel relieved, even though she saw Professor Fendi raised her eyebrows, she didn't respond accordingly but was still in a daze.

What did I just say?Vivi's mind was full of bullet screens, and there was a little... no, a lot of breakdowns in her heart.

Who knows what happened.

Weiwei almost wants to draw mushrooms in the corner.

Professor Fendi understood, but he didn't say it.

"The password is your birthday."

"Actually, I want to ask if I can be together?"

The voices of the two people were mixed, and then both of them stopped suddenly.

As if Weiwei finally woke up, she wanted to move her eyes away, but she couldn't.

Oh my god, it's so boring, okay?What is the password is my birthday? exm? ? ? ?

"It wasn't originally, but now it is." Professor Fendi looked down at her.

Professor Fendi's eyes have a very special feeling, he seems to be looking at her seriously, but it seems to be empty and nothing.

Vivi struggled to divert her attention from the fact that the password was her birthday, coughed, cleared her throat, and then said again:

"I know you are investigating that case, I just want to ask, can I join you?"

"I didn't check." Fendi lied without blinking.

"You're lying." Weiwei said quickly.