[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

"Professor, how do you know that I analyze it for others on Facebook?" Weiwei just asked subconsciously, and it wasn't really a suspicion, but simply felt strange.

"I saw it when you were playing with your phone that day," Sherlock said without any hesitation, "although I don't quite understand why such a simple case took you so long to ponder... when you already know the answer .”

"I don't know the answer."

Goldfish are just goldfish because they have small brains that can often only fit one question.

"you know."

Sherlock, who didn't regard the success of changing the subject as an achievement, quickly cut off Vivi's words - to be honest, he even regretted that Vicky missed the opportunity to know the truth, even though she would never know as long as he wanted to.

Weiwei was silent for a while, and repeated again: "I don't know, professor."

"You know." Sherlock cut off again, "It's just a very simple analysis, Victoria, you have a conclusion, and you can use your new knowledge to draw a conclusion."

"But I don't have evidence," Weiwei said hesitantly, "The so-called conclusion I got is just my subjective conjecture..."

This time, Sherlock laughed.

Weiwei was squatting beside him, looking at him rarely, she could see his side face, the high nose bridge and the slightly raised upper lip. When he smiled, his gray eyes were so beautiful, and his lips were slightly raised. , Erasing some of the fierce aura in the past.

It almost felt like time could stop.

She never thought that Professor Fendi... could laugh like this...

A little bit milder, with a little bit of approval.

"I'll tell you when I get back." His voice was warmed by the smile, "It's an improvement to realize that I'm completely relying on subjective conjecture, Vicky."

The translation of this sentence probably means that it is really happy to realize that I am stupid and admit it.

Weiwei came to his senses, although it seemed to be a compliment, it was actually a mockery.

But she didn't refute or say anything else, but pursed her lips and looked away with some difficulty.

She felt that she was definitely seduced by sex, otherwise she wouldn't be able to get her eyes stuck to him.She silently diverted her attention—you see, Professor Fendi is typically a professor, even though the students don't understand anything, they still approve of it.

If Vivi knew that in Sherlock's eyes, she was just a goldfish whose IQ was slightly higher than Lestrade's, but her attitude was much better than Lestrade's...

She would probably be very happy, after all Lestrade is much older than her, at least she has a higher IQ (???).

"What can you see in this room...except subjective speculation." Sherlock spoke again.

Weiwei was silent for half a second, and decided to speak more conservatively: "Well, we have all read the book just now. Since the superficial effort is to deal with the parents, it can be inferred that the parents are very strict on him in a certain way, and I don't want to Let him read any 'extracurricular books', maybe just want him to follow their ideas, such as the major he studies."

"That's why he struggled to listen to such a good class taught by you." Weiwei felt that this place is suitable for flattering, so she did it too_(:зゝ∠)_

Then she took a careful look at the professor's expression. The professor didn't show any expression, but Weiwei felt that the professor didn't interrupt, which meant that he was still a little happy.

Weiwei seems to have acquired a way of getting along.

She sneered secretly in her heart, but she didn't expect Professor you to be such a professor, and then she suddenly came to her senses——Damn it, does this mean that my big Sherlock Holmes is so cold on the surface, but in fact he is arrogant?

Weiwei didn't know the many understandings of Mr. Holmes in the later film and television works. She only read the original work very early, and only read a few articles. At that time, she didn't expect that she would be interested in these in the end... I never thought that I would meet a Sherlock Holmes in the 21st century.

Although she doesn't know why old Mr. Holmes—well, she is reluctant to take back the word "old" now—will suddenly go to the 21st century, but she reckons, that's it.

Although it seems that it is more... distinctive (???) than the polite and indifferent gentleman in the original book, but... maybe it is?

If so?

She took a little time to recall how to please Holmes in the original book.

Do you want to be like Watson...perfect, extraordinary, brilliant take turns?

Weiwei was subtly embarrassed by her own imagination, and decided...don't care about Sherlock Holmes or not, and don't care...whether she is time-traveling or not.

What's more, Sherlock... a person named Sherlock doesn't have to be Sherlock Holmes, and Lestrade doesn't have to be Lestrade, right? (.)

"Speaking of which, I know a very coincidental thing." After Sherlock thought of a possibility, he quickly dug out possible clues, "Tommy Green was also in front of the clothing store that day."

"Ah?" Weiwei was taken aback, "You know that too?"

"I was drinking coffee across the street that morning, and I happened to remember everyone who entered and left the clothing store, and I still had time." Sherlock didn't take it seriously. In fact, he could remember it normally, but useless information would be quickly formatted by him. change.That morning I was just squatting at the clothing store, so I remembered it a little bit more clearly.

If he compares his brain to a computer, and his mode of extracting memory is like opening a computer file, he usually throws many things directly into the recycle bin, and the things he considers important are stored in folders by category , and the most important and most relevant information recently is placed on the computer desktop.

Weiwei especially wants to reply: Then you are great.

But she held back again, she thought she was better.

"Are you suspecting him as a suspect? Why?" Weiwei decided to change the focus.

"Thinking, Vicky, this is one of your few strengths," Sherlock hooked the corner of his mouth, "thinking nonsense in your head without saying anything—although sometimes it is nonsense, but it's you who don't speak out one of my virtues, which I hope you will continue to maintain."

Weiwei's mouth twitched.

"You're right, apart from being analyzed on Facebook, I can only speak out," Weiwei decided to be more tactful, "I still have a lot to learn from you, professor, or should I add a Facebook account? "

Sherlock choked slightly.

"I don't have Facebook."

"Then I'd better speak up Professor, maybe you'd like to teach me." Weiwei lowered her posture.

Although she has never raised a cat, she seems to have gotten something, for example, the cat needs to smooth its fur.

"If your questions weren't as general and stupid as they were before."

Sherlock opened the closet, and there were long-sleeved trousers all over the closet, which were full of clothes, and the thinnest clothes laid out underneath were only long-sleeved T-shirts.It is easy to find a pattern in the arrangement of this kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder. Sherlock dug out the clothes and took a look at the bottom and innermost clothes. They were all long-sleeved, and the trousers were also long trousers.He put his clothes back, turned around, lifted the sheet and looked under the bed, but there was nothing, so he stood up again.

no computer.

Professor Weiwei's intuition just snorted softly, but she didn't express anything, but rearranged her thoughts.

"I used up half of the bottle of iodine, but the cotton swabs are new, which means that the probability of him using iodine is quite high." Impression, Tommy Green is not the type of frequent sports injuries, so why is it used.”

"Combined with the fact that he has been hiding the book he is really reading, my thoughts may be jumping a bit... Could it be that the family has a strong control, and as long as he is disobedient, he will do it?" Weiwei hesitated, "I think, Professor, can you see more evidence?"

"The risky conclusion, you really should find more evidence." Sherlock's tone did not fluctuate, "This shows that you have not observed Tommy Green."

"Yes, professor." Weiwei readily admitted, "I'm not as good as you."

She decided to whisper a flattery to the professor with every sentence...well, Sherlock Holmes (probably Holmes), if that would please him.

Sherlock did hum softly this time, but it didn't mean much mockingly: "There are almost no short-sleeved shorts in the closet."

"Of course, the most direct evidence is that when I clicked him to answer the question for the first time, I found that he frowned and tightened his jaw when he stood up. This is a sign of enduring pain, so I clicked a few more times."

And Lestrade, who listened for a while outside the door: Didn't expect Sherlock to be so good?If I also ask him to teach him, will he feel better for me?

Hey Lestrade what are you thinking.

"If you are talking about sports injuries or accidental injuries, you won't be able to use up a can of 150 cotton swabs at one time," Sherlock continued, "Although it seems unnecessary to make such an inference, if you can ask the person directly, but Think about it...vicky, if it were you, your parents were bombed to ashes and you happened to survive, would you choose to tell the police that you were 'domestic violence'?"

"When no one asks about this, I won't take the initiative to say it." Vivi paused, and then said suddenly, "Is there such a possibility? I never thought that they would die...even though they treated me badly?"

"There is another question. If so much iodine is used and there are still some bandages, what about his medical records?"

"The first question," Sherlock put the book back, "you need to consider it comprehensively, such as making a profile of his character, and judging whether it is more appropriate to conceal or tell it. And the second question, the medical record must be hidden in a corner of the room , or at school. If it was domestic violence, he didn't want his father to see him trying to heal."

"There is no computer in the room. Such a family may equip him with a low-end laptop that can't play games." Sherlock paused, "Vicky, don't you think so?"

"what?"

"Too cautious..." Sherlock looked around the room without the slightest feature again, "You are in a person's bedroom, how can you identify this person's personality?"

"Bedding and the overall layout of the room must be decided by the parents," Weiwei thought quickly this time, "If we want to analyze Tommy Green, we should judge from the parts he puts himself, such as the desk, such as the wardrobe The clothes he bought in the room. Since there are so few things in the room, we can look for the notebooks he wrote..."

"But no," Sherlock said softly, "too cautious."

Even the notes in the book are nothing more than a few calculations, and those literature and history books don't even have scratch marks. If it weren't for judging from the dust and the newness of the books, it is not even certain that he has read these books.

It's so abnormal, so there must be something wrong.