[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

"So why did he commit the crime?" Weiwei asked himself immediately after expressing his gratitude sincerely, "It stands to reason that it was only the first time he committed it from the heart, but why did it turn into a serial murder later on? I feel like he has been stimulated by something new...the cooling-off period is getting shorter and shorter after committing crimes again."

"You're right, I was stimulated," Sherlock's tone sank, and his low voice carried some inexplicable meaning, "But these are not topics you can touch Vicky, you are just a mediocre student .”

ordinary.

Sherlock used that word.

Although it was indeed something sensitive, Sherlock had no intention of lying about it, but said directly...you can't touch it.

And Sherlock himself is also entangled in this issue that Weiwei cannot touch.

He cleared things up easily afterwards.

"The woman the suspect had a crush on in high school had a boyfriend, and that boyfriend cheated. In this case, the woman still did not accept the suspect and gave up on her boyfriend. The suspect breeds resentment. After the dispute, he accidentally killed him. Afterwards, I couldn’t bear the stabbing to vent my anger. Then I escaped.”

"At that time, the forensic evidence was not as advanced as it is now. In addition, the murderer was not within the police's range of suspects at all. This incident allowed him to escape."

"Omitting the unspeakable stimulus, he saw a similar scene, and then committed a second crime. After that, he deliberately paid attention to the same incident and committed the crime."

"You... I mean, how did the police confirm that it belonged to him?"

Weiwei didn't expect that the process of his guessing was also in line with the seven seven eight eight.Although the professor omitted the new stimulus, Weiwei was extremely satisfied with getting such an answer.

"Scotland Yard contacted several cases under my suggestion—in fact, I have always looked down on Scotland Yard's backward information sharing system—compared with the surveillance video and found people who appeared in several cases. Stalking after the scope of the suspect," he paused, "I was stopped when the suspect was following you, and I arrested him for a small crime, then searched his house and found the victim's file."

"So simple?" Weiwei was a little taken aback.

The reasoning she thought... Especially after she knew that Professor Fendi was Sherlock Holmes, the reasoning she thought should be that Mr. Sherlock Holmes saw this person and began to analyze where the male and female sexual orientation of this person had just been, and then deduced Look at this and that and then come to a conclusion?

Where is Mr. Holmes's most powerful deductive reasoning?

"Do you think it's an empty deduction?" Sherlock seemed to be able to read minds. "Yes, I can deduce a person, but most of the time I don't use it as evidence, it's just a clue."

Yes, he did use the deductive method, but he didn't need to show this ability to his students, because even if he said it, it would be difficult to understand its essence at Vicky's level...

Her basic knowledge is not up to the mark. If she is attracted by this ability, blindly pursuing the so-called deduction will only be counterproductive, and blind her intuition by the way.

Deductive reasoning is based on a large amount of social experience and basic common sense, as well as precise insight, accurate associative ability and logic. Everyone can do something, but the accuracy and depth are different.One of the reasons he didn't want Vicky to know was that—unfortunately, when she didn't have any of the above qualities, she was still keen on intuition.

It's like a novice on the road without looking at the road and just flipping the car.

After a while, probably out of dissatisfaction with Weiwei's suspicion of his level, Sherlock added another sentence.

"It's like I can play you right now."

If it was Weiwei in the past, she would look forward to how others would describe herself, like all middle-school youths, she doesn't care on the surface, but in her heart she really wants to know what others think of her.

But at this moment, she suddenly didn't want to know anymore.

"I know you can do it." Her eyes wandered for a moment, she remembered something else, and she pursed her lips: "Compared to this, professor, did I tell you that I met your brother... ..."

Probably because it hit Sherlock's cool point again, Sherlock's tone softened a lot.

"Meet? No, he came to look for you." Sherlock was still lying on his stomach with his hands folded, very comfortable. No one knew that at this moment his heart was shouting a little more, it would be better, "It seems that you Much smarter than Lestrade, at least Lestrade still doesn't know that fat man is my elder brother. After all, fat man is the best at pretending to play tricks."

Vivi's expression twitched.

Not to mention the question of whether fat is fat or not, for some reason, she suddenly thought of Brother Gaston, the inexplicable phone call that Brother Gaston made when they met for the last time, in Chinese, it said "death" Fatty...

Thinking too much, Weiwei, Weiwei secretly spurned her thinking too much, and then continued to talk.

"He wants me to... well, take care of you..."

"Surveillance." Sherlock quickly changed the word.

Weiwei almost wanted to shrug her shoulders, and then she shrugged too.

"One thousand pounds a week, Professor, I think you should give me some compensation, but I refused."

Her tone was a little teasing.

"Although I wanted to praise you for being more honest than Lestrade, I don't want to make it up to you," Sherlock turned over and sat up. "If you promise him, I think we can split the money equally."

"I mean, you should make me five hundred pounds a week."

Weiwei felt a wave of evil energy entering his body, and the unicorn arm felt faintly hot.

There are three little hamsters in her mind, one is yelling, make trouble, the other is yelling, make trouble!The last one raised his hand to the sky and shouted, make trouble! ! !

Sherlock glanced at Weiwei's unpredictable expression, and decided not to waste his precious brain cells prying into the barren thoughts of the goldfish.

"Although I don't mind the small money, five hundred pounds you can keep."

But not five hundred pounds.

Hi, so angry.

Weiwei watched Sherlock put on a strange posture, as if he was holding something, and his fingers were still moving, as if he was pressing something.

Although curiosity killed the cat, Weiwei couldn't help asking.

"Um, professor, are you there?"

"Shh...I'm playing the violin."

exm? ? ?Weiweiwan looked confused.Playing the violin?Are you sure it's not cotton?Weiwei swallowed hard.

Well, maybe the way geniuses think is different from us normal people.

Weiwei was silent for a while: "Do you need me to bring the violin for you?"

There was finally a trace of approval in Sherlock's eyes: "Go to the office next door and get it, the door is unlocked."

Embarrassed, Weiwei got up decisively and went to the office next door to get the violin.

Seriously, she needs to calm down.

Since Professor Fendi admitted that he is Sherlock Holmes, I feel that getting along with each other in private is even more unavoidable. I don’t know if it’s a good thing or not_(:зゝ∠)_

She opened the door and saw...

Fatty? ? ?

No, no, cross it out and start over.

Mycroft? ? ? ?

"Sir? Are you..."

Mycroft made a silent gesture.

"I'm listening to the violin."

What the hell is wrong with these two brothers?Weiwei felt that she was not well. She saw that the person who should be Mycroft didn't seem to want to talk to her, so she walked lightly, walked to the window, took the violin and Qin Gong stepped back lightly and closed the door behind him.

Back at Professor Fendi's office, Vivi handed the violin to the professor.

When Sherlock got the violin, he stood up. The sudden height difference caused Vivi to be stunned. When he recovered, the professor had already walked to the window and put the violin on his shoulders.

Weiwei has to admit that such a back view is really... very charming.

She stood in a daze, watching the professor's graceful hand holding the bow, pulling it away, then pausing, and then pushing it forward.

The voice sounded leisurely, bringing out a melody.

Weiwei remained silent and sat back quietly.

She couldn't hear anything.

Mycroft next door quietly held his cane.

He was sitting on the sofa with his cane leaning on one side. With a flick of his fingers, the cane made a small rotation, and then flicked it again for another small rotation.

He knew that his brother was in a mess, and despite looking so calm, even though he didn't seem inclined at all, he was stuck in it.

Maybe Victoria Mayer is here, at least Sherlock won't take drugs in front of such a student, occupying some of his time and reducing his contact with those things.

He won't listen to what he said, so that's the only way to do it.

Mycroft closed his eyes.

After Victoria Mayer came to Sherlock's office, Sherlock played it less frequently. It used to be once every other day, but now it's only once or twice a week.He has secretly diluted the concentration, although...

At least it's much better now, he thought, he wondered if he had indulged Sherlock too much, maybe he shouldn't have let it go in the first place.

He is the eldest brother, and he bears more responsibility for this family. Now he still remembers clearly the appearance of his younger brother lying in the small crib, ignorant of worldly affairs. What was he thinking at that time?

He thought, this is his family, the younger brother he wants to protect.

When he was young, he was very clingy to him, no matter what he had to ask his brother.

But Sherly wasn't like him...he realized it was a bit late.

Mycroft's thoughts were heavy, and he was thinking about how to get Sherlock through this long period of rebellion.

He knew that if Sherlock really wanted to quit, he could do it.

It's just that he is still worried that as long as this kind of thing gets a little bit... the impact on the mind and body will be irreversible.

In any case, he didn't want to see his brother go in an unpredictable direction.