[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

Sherlock, who returned to the apartment on Queen Street, was not as busy as he said, but tidied up early (although it was not too early) and lay down on the bed.

He has a quality that an excellent person must have, that is, he does not "hang a picture", and concentrates on doing one thing when he is doing one thing. For example, when he is lying on the bed, he forcibly separates himself and does not stop. Overthinking, forcing myself to sleep.

The phone rang, but he didn't pay much attention to it, and continued to sleep.

Before I close my eyes, I still remember thinking, go to Tommy Green's dormitory once.

On the second day, Weiwei woke up a bit late, and still got enough sleep for eight hours. After tidying herself up neatly, she went to Professor Fendi's office.In the afternoon there was a class on Western history, and she decided to decide whether to go or not depending on the situation. After all, the professor was more attractive to her now.

She thought a lot last night and suffered from insomnia.

So excited.

I don't know if it's because she doesn't have much sense of dependence on this world. Although she knows that someone has died, she doesn't feel particularly deeply, she will feel a little sad, and her mind is more on...

Put in the puzzle.

She wondered if she was sick.

But she didn't want to pursue it, and she thought it was fine.

She was still thinking last night that this world is the world of Sherlock Holmes in the 21st century, and she was so lucky to be able to follow Mr. Holmes for a short period of time, although, even if it was only for a short period of time, she would be very content.Because she found that she seems to have a natural interest in these things, and likes to analyze them.And Sherlock Holmes... she really thought of him as a teacher.

Now that he knew it was Holmes, Weiwei knew clearly that he would not stay for long. Although he didn't know why he came here, he definitely wouldn't stay long because he had a bigger world of his own.So she'll take her chances.

If she wants to continue doing these things, Weiwei has also seriously considered the issue of changing her major.

I just don't know whether what I'm doing now is a wonderful memory recalled in the future or a starting point for the future.

That's the beauty of the future.

Weiwei walked around the campus on her own bicycle.She is a tangled body, she always tells herself not to think too much, but in this position, she can't help but think a lot and get entangled, but it is very clear, she knows that she wants to follow the professor, at least for a while.

When Weiwei arrived at the office, there was no one in the office. She was slightly sweaty from cycling, so she took off her coat and hung it on the back of the chair, and then went to the bookshelf again.

The professor was right, she couldn't just rely on subjective conjecture to do things, since the professor would ask her to keep books, so as long as there are basic books on this bookshelf, it can be guessed that they may be prepared for her.So...not reading psychology today, Weiwei's hand slowly slides the rows of books on the bookshelf.

So, general anatomy?Weiwei thought about it, okay, that's it.

Weiwei sat down on the seat with the book and began to read it seriously.

Ah, here are the bones.

Ah, there are muscles in the back.

Ah, various systems.

Ah, and the blood vessels...

Isn't this just a map... Is this the only way to learn medicine?

Weiwei began to doubt life and was in awe of the medical students.

No wonder in the previous life Penguin News changed which major was the most difficult and what major seemed to be the No. 1 college entrance examination every year, all of which were medical majors.

But since it was taken down, Weiwei bit the bullet and looked down.

10 minutes passed, Weiwei finished reading a few anatomical terms, and then began to make no distinction between left and right.

She hesitated for a while, desperately wanting to stand up and change to a psychology book, but she held back, a villain in anatomy books taunted her in the tone of a professor: Is this unbearable?Then you are great?

Who knows what I'm looking at, Weiwei thought.

At this moment, Sherlock is in Tommy Grindel's bedroom.

He dressed up as Tommy Green, which made it easier for him to get in and out, knowing of course that Tommy Green was in class and his roommate happened to be drunk at the bar.He naturally took out the "key" and opened the door.

He recognized Tommy Green's position at a glance, and there were still not too many things on the table, and it was as clean as hell.Sherlock sat in front of Tommy Green's usual chair, and he noticed that all his cabinets were locked, so that the only people who could stop them were those who couldn't pick the locks.

And for Sherlock?Nature is unimpeded.

Sherlock bent down, unlocked the lock and opened the drawer. There were only a few notebooks in the drawer.Sherlock put on his gloves and started flipping.

The basics of chemistry, his eyebrows moved, and notes on industrial design, which are not in the scope of literature and history.He flipped through the two notebooks quickly, and Sherlock suspected that he probably carried the torn pages with him. There was also a notebook with a few historical events written in it, probably just for sorting out his memory.

He put the book back and closed the drawer and locked it.

Then the diary or something may be carried with you, or you may not keep a diary.

No, he will remember.

Sherlock immediately denied his thoughts, he wouldn't take it with him, he was afraid that others would peep into his thoughts, and he was afraid that others would flip through his schoolbag, so he would definitely hide it in a place he thought was safe enough.

A few notebooks where he simply wrote something have to be locked, how afraid is he that others will understand him?

He opened the cabinet below again, and only put a computer bag.Sherlock glanced at the time, and gave up the plan to check the things in the computer. He can hack into the system after returning, so he is not in a hurry to look at it now.Sherlock carefully flipped through the computer bag and found the medical record.

There were three or four pages in the medical record. I had a cold, and the rest was the medicine list for the trauma.

Restoring things to the way they were at the beginning, Sherlock took off his shoes and climbed onto the bed.Tommy Green even folded the quilt very neatly. You must know that many students don't even bother to fold the quilt. For example, Vicky must not be someone who would not do such redundant things.

In fact, he didn't know it either, and he couldn't understand why Mycroft sent someone to do such unnecessary things.

Sherlock didn't realize that Vivi suddenly came to his mind, and while thinking about these things, he carefully reached out to touch the bed to see if there was anything under it.

Under the pillow, under the sheet, inside the pillowcase, inside the duvet cover.Sherlock frowned, straightened the sheet and pulled the quilt and jumped out of bed.

A pair of tweezers under the pillow?

Sherlock stood below looking at the bed.

Under the bed board, there is a paper.

Concentrating on it, Sherlock took the tweezers again, and pulled in a slightly larger gap between the thumbtacks...

found it.

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"Looks like you took my word for it."

There was no sound when the door was pushed open. As soon as Sherlock entered the office, he saw Weiwei watching the anatomy. He was in a good mood, and after he praised him, he let it go and thought a little more.

"However, I haven't even read the exercise system for two hours. I should really sigh that maybe you are not much better than Lestrade."

Weiwei was probably not able to immerse herself in it when watching it, and she was not serious enough to think about it, Sherlock pulled her out as soon as she said: "I... can't remember it well."

"I can take you to the laboratory next time."

It wasn't until Sherlock spoke that he felt that he was being too generous, but since he said it, he didn't want to go back on his word.He saw his pupil's eyes light up, and he reluctantly agreed with his decision.

One less goldfish, one more happiness.

He convinced himself again.

"Then thank you, Professor!" Weiwei's tone was a little flattered, although today it seems that the professor... Well, Sherlock is in a good mood, but he didn't expect to be so easy to talk to.

Sherlock didn't respond, but sat lazily... well, on the sofa, closing his eyes.

"Don't you want to tell me about your little adventure during the summer vacation? Tell me."

Weiwei immediately realized what the professor was talking about, and her heart was raised like that, and she quickly wanted to flip through the notes.Before she turned it over, those memories rushed out, and she didn't even think that her memory was so clear.

So she spoke.

"I don't know if it's my illusion, I think it's a serial murder/homicide case," Vivi paused, and slowly cleared his mind and told the professor, "I have access to too little evidence, and Gaston was elusive at the time. . . . I'm a little unsure."

"Why do you suspect it's a serial case?" Sherlock closed his eyes, and the sun shone on his eyelids, making them feel warm.

"The modus operandi is too similar," Weiwei replied quickly, "and I think the intentions are very obvious."

"You are still analyzing from a psychological point of view, just like the message you sent to that... Gaston Marco." Sherlock was quiet for a while, "Another angle, Vicky, if you were a policeman, you What will link several independent cases together?"

"Perhaps as a case tool?" Weiwei asked uncertainly.

"Even the location of the stabbing can be used as evidence," Sherlock quickly answered, "If you want to restore from the scene, what happened, and what kind of actions the suspect used can be used as evidence to speculate on his image, Vicky, no Just guessing intent."

"What kind of person can go to the scene? What kind of identity does the same suspect go to different scenes without arousing suspicion? If he can enter a high-end hotel without attracting attention, the suspect himself has a certain amount of capital, right? "

Now he is more like a teacher who thought he followed and led than when he was in class.

"But I have no way to get in touch with these... I can only see some simple reports... Even the address is vague." Weiwei's tone weakened, "I can only guess psychologically..."

Sherlock raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, maybe not really a smile.

Weiwei flipped through the notes with her head down and didn't notice.

"I can tell you the result."

"Your suspicion is not wrong. The murderer is the strange man in the suit you mentioned," he spoke quickly. "I started to participate in this case later, and he even followed you...you didn't notice it, did you?"

"Maybe I should try to jog your memory. For example, I was sitting next to you on the plane back to London. And the suspect sat in the back, quietly paying attention to you. As for why... because your vague inspiration made you You paid more attention to him, and the murderer was too sensitive, thinking that you had discovered something and was going to silence you."

"You should thank me. I saved your life, otherwise he would have followed you to your house."

"...Thank you Professor."

Thank you so much.