[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

"Sherlock."

Lestrade interrupted suddenly. He tried to imitate the female student's caring route and see if he could draw some conclusions.Although Sherlock's words were unexpectedly many today, Lestrade felt that Sherlock was mainly guiding his "students" instead of drawing his own conclusions.

He's going to take the caring route.

"Uh, let me say, how did you get that little scar on your hand?"

Uh, isn't the tone a bit, not so caring?Lestrade secretly doubted himself.

Weiwei looked over subconsciously.

The professor is wearing gloves. How did Lestrade know?

But before speaking of it, she also noticed a small scar...

Sherlock didn't answer.

Lestrade's face immediately became a little uncomfortable, and his voice was a little weak: "Isn't it because I accidentally injured it while studying the bomb?"

The atmosphere froze for a moment.

"Stupid." Sherlock's voice was very soft, revealing some impatience—his tolerance for stupid people is obviously limited.He frowned, and looked at the whole room again, a room without any frills.

"Wait, professor, does this mean that Green has no friends?" Weiwei suddenly remembered something, "Look, there is nothing, which means that there are no gifts from friends."

"But it might be in the dormitory..." Weiwei was stunned for half a second, "Well, I don't know how Green's life was in junior high and high school..."

"Lestrade," Sherlock called Lestrade's name, "send me all the information."

"Vicky, let's go now."

"Huh? Have you finished reading it?"

"What else can you see?"

Weiwei hesitated for half a second, and decided to obediently follow behind.

After all, she really couldn't see anything.

When walking to the side of the road, the cold air made people shiver, and Weiwei buried her mouth and nose in the scarf trying to absorb some warmth.Sherlock still looked very natural, as if unaffected by the cold.He reached out to stop a taxi, and got into the car without hesitation. Weiwei was about to follow...

? ? ?The door is closed?

Then the door opened again, and the professor's expressionless face appeared: "You can take another car back by yourself, I have something to do."

Then the door slammed shut again.

Weiwei: I'm so tired I can't love anymore.

She stamped her feet on the side of the road waiting for the next taxi, but there was nothing.

There is a little despair in my heart.

Why does the professor have a bicycle as soon as he beckons? qaq.

Weiwei waited for nearly 10 minutes, and finally couldn't bear it anymore and was about to go back, but saw Lestrade.

"Hello Mr. E." Weiwei was a little embarrassed, "Aren't you going to be there anymore?"

"The on-site work is almost over. I'm going back to the game." Lestrade and Weiwei were quite friendly when they were alone. "Aren't you getting a ride? Where's Sherlock?"

In fact, he was quite rare for this person's ability to get along with Sherlock so harmoniously.

...and does not rule out the possibility that she is Sherlock's love/person.

... Ah forget it, let's rule it out.

"Professor, he left by car... said something." Weiwei's eyes wandered for a while, "There are no other taxis behind his car..."

Lestrade showed a somewhat understanding expression: "You can take my car, and I will take you back to school. It is not easy to take a car at this time."

Weiwei hesitated for a moment, thinking it was Lestrade, and nodded: "Then I will trouble you, after all, the distance is a bit far..."

Lestrade waved his hands with his back to her, and Vivi quickened his pace to follow.The weather was too cold, and neither of them wanted to talk too much, so they walked quietly for a short distance before arriving in front of Lestrade's car, which was a black Japanese/Japanese car.

Lestrade pressed the car key, and the light came on. He opened the rear door for Vivi in ​​a gentlemanly manner. Fire just started chatting nonsense.

"It's cold, isn't it?"

Weiwei smiled: "Yeah, it's so cold and it's late at night, you really worked hard."

Lestrade's facial expression eased a little: "I thought you would be the same as Sherlock...but it seems that you are more normal than him... well, much more normal."

Weiwei shook her head with a smile. She wanted to say that there was nothing abnormal about the professor, but she didn't speak yet.

"I heard you call him a professor?" Lestrade turned the steering wheel, looked at the road conditions, and looked at Weiwei's expression in the rearview mirror from the corner of his eye. "What does he teach?"

Weiwei was a little uncertain whether to say it, but there was nothing to hide after thinking about it: "At Cambridge University, I teach basic mathematics. I am his student."

"Sherlock rarely takes people with him." Lestrade didn't directly reply to Weiwei's words, but changed the subject, "You have a good relationship with him?"

Weiwei couldn't explain the speed clearly, so her words became a little vague: "Well, it's sort of... But I only found out today that he is Sherlock Holmes. I always call him Professor Fendi."

"Speaking of which, does the professor often deal with these cases?"

She was being careful.

She was talking about Sherlock Holmes.

"Ah, he likes it," said Lestrade without hesitation. "If you want to get through your university life in peace, stay away from your professor. He loves adventures and puzzles, and he doesn't get paid for doing them." After all, no police station would hire a consultant with anti-social tendencies. He would join in halfway if he wanted to play, and sometimes a case would not be resolved. Hands off the situation."

"Sounds...very cool, does his family know that he is so self-willed." Weiwei couldn't help but twitched the corners of her mouth.

Lestrade did not correct.

Weiwei knew that she was taking some risks.If Lestrade realized that Vivi didn't know Sherlock Holmes' full name at all, it would be a great doubt.

It's just that Weiwei couldn't bear it.She just couldn't help it.

Obviously a cautious to cowardly temperament, I don't know why he can't hold back in this matter.

Lestrade didn't speak, the air in the car warmed up, Lestrade tugged at his collar, and asked at the next red light: "His family knows, I just want to ask, someone is looking for you Are you monitoring him?"

Vivi's first reaction was the old enemy... No, it was Mr. Mycroft Holmes now, since she already knew that she knew Sherlock Holmes.

But she didn't know how much Lestrade knew, and she really couldn't remember the extent of the relationship between Lestrade and Holmes in the original book, and she didn't know the world, so Weiwei's words were more reserved.

"Hmm...you too?"

Weiwei was thinking about how many words he could get without revealing anything.

Still nothing will happen.

Lestrade looked at Vivi again through the rearview mirror, and he saw her looking out the window with a dazed expression.

"He's a very imposing gentleman," Lestrade said flatly, stepping on the gas pedal when the green light came on, "what did he promise you?"

"Qian," Weiwei's eyes moved, she seemed to be looking at the rapidly receding scenery outside the window seriously, and seemed to be in a daze, "It seems that you respect him very much."

Respect?Lestrade chewed the word in his heart, unable to tell how he felt: "It's just, not an ordinary person."

He tried to act tougher: "But you should know that it's best to stay away from Sherlock Holmes. After all, going to this kind of place is not something a girl who just entered college should do."

He paused and continued: "Girls of your age, don't you all wear pretty makeup and go shopping with your girlfriends and make a boyfriend? With Sherlock, you probably don't even have the chance to wear high heels. No."

Lestrade was also testing.

Weiwei's mind turned rapidly.

What did Lestrade mean by these words?Judging from his words, he has already agreed to the surveillance, and Mycroft promised him the conditions, such as the position of the inspector (?), Weiwei was a little uncertain, but she quickly went along, In his eyes, she was also a member of the professor who agreed to conditional surveillance. If it was clear that Weiwei was a member of the surveillance, why did he persuade her to stay away from the professor?

Or maybe just didn't want another layman disturbing his crime scene?Vivi lowered her eyes.

"It just so happens that I'm not used to wearing high heels either." Weiwei narrowed her eyes with a smile, "Thank you very much for allowing me to follow the scene today."

Lestrade's grip on the steering wheel tightened.

This... well, Miss Victoria Mayer gave him the feeling of those classmates he knew in the police academy who really wanted to be a criminal policeman, but they were not the same.

Subtly, he even thinks Victoria Mayer is a bit like Sherlock Holmes.

Especially now that Miss Mayer seems to be very protective of Sherlock.

But in a blink of an eye, he felt that his idea was too funny, like Sherlock, one is enough.

After that, the two of them talked in the car all the way, until the car drove to the school gate, Lestrade stepped on the brake: "Only at this late hour can the traffic in London feel smooth."

Weiwei was a little amused: "Ah, yes. I really troubled you today, and it took so long to send me here."

"Then, I'll go first."

"Goodbye." Lestrade looked back at Weiwei, "Be careful."

"Thank you very much." Weiwei's smile widened a bit, appearing more sincere, then she got out of the car and closed the door, and waved to the people in the car. She turned around and prepared to rush back to the dormitory until the car drove away.

About another ten minutes' walk.

As soon as the cold wind blew, the face that had just been reddened by the heating turned pale again, and the airflow of calm breathing formed mist in the air.

Weiwei quickened her pace and walked in the cold and windy night.