[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

It is rare to tell a Holmes directly that he is lying, unless it is another Holmes.And such accusations often go unanswered.

The Holmes knew how to communicate with each other.

This piqued Sherlock Holmes' interest a little, but not quite.After all, a great detective who was full of puzzles in his second year of middle school would be a little interested in a slightly more interesting object, which does not mean that he is willing to bring a burden.

burden?Yes, it is cumbersome.

So he is thinking.

He lowered his head and looked at the rare female student who had the courage to tell him loudly that he was lying.

She is too weak. Although she has the habit of going to the gym from time to time, her biceps can support up to five kilograms of dumbbells, and her legs can't lift more than [-] kilograms—he even suspects that she walks faster. Short legs will not be able to keep up with the pace.

He swallowed the words back because he wanted to hear her finish.

He didn't realize it himself, this kind of mentality is like all the second-year youths eager for outsiders' evaluation of them, and trying to learn something from it.Though he scoffs at most goldfish comments.

"You lied." Weiwei said with certainty, "You just spoke faster than before."

"Lying is not hesitation in the traditional sense," she said, not letting herself show a little timidity, although this is the first time she has formally used her ability, and perhaps it is not a big deal in the eyes of Professor Fendi , "Especially for a...genius like you, you already know what I want to ask, and you already have the answer in your heart, so you will rush to answer."

After saying this, Weiwei added another sentence: "If you are honest and want to hide it from me, I will definitely not find out."

What Weiwei didn't know was that this sentence...Mr. Holmes was quite useful.

Sherlock's eyes still stayed on Weiwei's face. I don't know if it was an illusion. She felt that she was already different from Victoria a few years ago. Not only her temperament, but also her appearance seemed to have changed.

She is very sensitive, and such sensitivity generally creates a person's suspicion, low self-esteem, and easy suspicion of other people's behavior.But she...

Now she has a certain amount of theoretical knowledge, which means she is free from guesswork.And her indifference—the indifference she had when he first noticed her change, allowed her to turn this sensitivity into one of her abilities.

Unbeknownst to Mr. Holmes himself, when he was considering these things, he was already considering the possibility of taking her with him.

He said slowly, "Sit down."

Weiwei was a little puzzled, but sat down obediently.Then she saw Professor Fendi sit down gracefully and spread his legs long, then lay back on the back of the sofa, fingers crossed on his stomach.

The sun shines on half of his face, and the tall bridge of the nose casts shadows.

This movement, if it is a little more crooked, looks like Ge You lying down.Although Professor Fendi did this movement, although it was a little lazy, it was not sluggish, and even extremely elegant.

Weiwei poohed to himself, what the hell do you know about faces?

Mr. Sherlock Holmes didn't bother to detect this kind of mental activity. He emptied his head for two seconds as a rest, and then said lightly:

"You know something."

"About the bombing?" Weiwei was stunned and asked.

Only after seeing Professor Fendi's nodding almost incalculably, did Vivi continue to speak.

"First of all, the scale of the explosion is very small," Weiwei originally wanted to flip through the notebook, but she held back. She would always hold back a lot of redundant actions in front of Professor Fendi, "This small-scale explosion shows that it has Certainly targeted, the suspect did not intend to cause too many casualties. Since it is targeted, the motive is likely to be a personal conflict."

"Emotional, interest, etc."

Weiwei tried to figure out a clear line of thought in her mind, and she quickly recalled a relatively clear main line written in her notebook.

"The bomber is cowardly because he is unwilling to have direct contact with the victim, which means that the possibility of him returning to the crime scene later is very small," Weiwei quickly added, "In the case of insufficient evidence, I think it is possible to pass surveillance To judge. Because of the possibility of watching the excitement, people who entered the store before the incident are likely to come back to take a look at what was blown up, but the suspect will not."

There was a sudden movement of Mr. Holmes' fingers, a small movement, like a flick.

Weiwei couldn't be sure if it was an illusion, so he could only stop, wanting to hear what Professor Fendi would say.

But he didn't speak.

"I haven't been in that store, but my roommate has been," she recalls Angelina saying. "She said the prices were pretty good, and it was good for students. She also recommended me to go, but I haven't had time yet." .”

"Uh... I can't see the evidence at the scene," she grabbed another key word, bomb/bomb, "bomb/bomb stolen from certain means, such as the kind that blows up buildings from the demolition team. First of all, the scale is It doesn’t match, and secondly, if some explosives/explosives flowed out through legitimate channels, the police should have already begun to trace the source, since the case has not been solved so far, it means that this road will not work.”

"Either the suspect erased some markings, or the bomb/bomb was homemade at all."

"No matter which one it is, it shows that the suspect has a certain level of knowledge."

"If you want to place a bomb/bomb, it must be a person who does not look strange when entering and leaving the store. It must be quite mediocre, otherwise it will be easy for the shopping guide to notice." Weiwei glanced at Professor Fendi carefully. She suspected that Professor Fendi was The suspect must be because he was noticed by the shopping guide lady, "So the age is about 17-24, and the face of a student."

"Here is a bold guess, it is very likely that he is a student of Cambridge." Weiwei pursed her lips, "Intuition."

Professor Fendi's patience ran out when the word guess came up.

It's actually quite common, isn't it?

"Has anyone ever told you that intuition can easily go wrong?"

His tone dropped, sounding like the lowest note on a cello.

"Criminal Minds is just a science of probability."

He does consider the possibility of Criminal Minds without proof, but he knows all along that it's nothing but probability.In other words, many times it is necessary to jump out of the frame.

And the really strong opponents he came into contact with were never within the frame.

"You used two probabilities and then jumped to the outcome?"

He used rhetorical questions, but his voice was so low that he couldn't even hear any displeasure.

Weiwei's nerves tensed all of a sudden.

Obviously she is a very prudent person in some respects, but for some reason, just after a burst of evil spirit entered her body, she couldn't hold back and told Professor Fendi.

"I don't have any information, Professor."

She forced herself to calm down, and almost when she asked the professor if she could take her with her, she kept performing at an IQ line that exceeded her usual level.

When you ridicule others, first think about whether you have capital that others do not have.

Just when Professor Fendi was about to sneer, a sentence from "The Great Gatsby" suddenly entered his mind.So he stopped with a look of surprise.

So he hates literature.

Always calling on geniuses to consider for the poor self-esteem of mediocre goldfish.

Relocated, if he was Victoria Mayer - as much as he dislikes the impossible assumption - he would already have access to information, if not much, and would not be blind like this Catch mice.

Forget it, after all, it's a goldfish.

Even koi don't have much brains.

He barely found a reason to forgive, but that didn't stop him from refusing to take her with him.

"I'll take you, what can you do?"

He finally failed to maintain the personality of Professor Fendi, and he was in front of someone who knew that Professor Fendi was more than just "Professor Fendi".

Sherlock Holmes' venom was finally sprayed indiscriminately.

"Judging from your physical condition, you haven't even weighed more than 40kg in the most easily trainable leg press. It's just a waste of time in the strength zone of the gym for comfort. You don't even know how to do basic training plans. By the way, even No basic knowledge of kinesiology - maybe you only know a few poor words, oh? The biceps is this, the calf? What's on the calf? Fat? Or your head? So you have to be careful love it and avoid training it?"

In fact, it's just the most common, girls are worried about their thick calves.

I know, but it doesn't hinder Mr. Sherlock's ridicule.

"As for the knowledge of psychology..." His sarcasm was even more obvious, "Let's not say that it all comes from books taken from my office. No matter how deep you learn, as long as you don't realize that it's a matter of probability, your Learning is failure. Don’t tell me that profiling has played a role, how many failed cases will not be recorded in books of criminal psychology but in books of traditional forensics-this is your IQ that is in danger of falling below the average Probably out of reach."

Weiwei opened her mouth to refute, but she couldn't.Because the professor spoke too fast, she could clearly capture every word but it was difficult to refute.Weiwei dared to swear that if she took the listening test in her previous life, her score would be zero.

If it wasn't for the fact that she was British now, she could only capture the gist of what he was saying about her being stupid, because the professor summed it up in the next sentence.

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he spoke curtly.

Without giving a chance to refute, he spoke quickly again.

"I can allow you to enter my office, but I think you can be a goldfish alone but foolishly swim away from the school of fish. With your cleverness and above-average posture, you could have attracted self-righteous males, and then lived a mediocre life "He didn't even move his eyeballs, except for the thin lips that seemed to be still, "I have provided you with a way, and you just chose to leave the fish school on your own way, blindly choosing what you think you are best at. and the subjects of greatest interest.”

"I admit that you are indeed quite talented," he finally slowed down his speech, "but your knowledge gap is too big to be remedied. Or, you don't have the so-called knowledge at all."

Weiwei's face turned pale.

After traveling to this world, she didn't care much, but she knew that she cared about Brother Gaston's opinion in her heart - because this person linked the original owner with her, she also cared about Professor Fendi's opinion, because she knew Professor Fendi was a genius, and she respected him as a student craves the approval of a teacher he adores.

And now it's a long list of... taunts.

She was silent for half a second. The feeling of aggrieved and aggrieved rushed from the soles of her feet to her forehead. Other than that, she was blank. She didn't know how to refute it. It was like returning to the feeling of being punished to stand when she was a child.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes was quite satisfied with his results. He raised his lips slightly, preparing for the final concluding speech, and when he gave the final blow...

"Then can you teach me?"

She bit her lip, then let go.

As if mustering up all her courage, Weiwei even felt that today was her most daring day, or maybe she would be like a popped balloon after saying this sentence.

"Then can you teach me?"