[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

Sherlock returned to Queen Street in the afternoon. After solving Lestrade's little problem, he went to a nearby French restaurant to solve the Chinese food—even if he claimed that digestion would affect his thinking, Sherlock I still clearly know that everyone needs to eat, and thinking about not eating a drop of rice is just a stress method in extreme situations.

After he returned to the room, he opened the curtains and looked out and saw his student sitting in the opposite cafe in a daze.

Seemingly feeling something, Weiwei just looked up, and what she saw was that the curtains at No. 23 Queen Street were still tightly drawn.

She was a little disappointed.

Didn't you come back today... Also, the professor must be very busy.

She decided to wait a little longer.

Sherlock didn't know why he had to pull back the curtains that he had just opened, maybe it was just a very simple duplicity, or maybe it was just that he was really too cloudy and uncertain these days.

After pulling it up, his movements stopped again.

He was aware of his inconsistency.

Sherlock's hand was still tugging at the edge of the curtain, and his mood was a little volatile.

"call……"

He exhaled softly.

boring.

Victoria Mayer is a good subject to study.

But don't want to.

He frowned and fell down on the sofa. He used to hate such a time without any thinking and cases, but after being exposed to co/ca/alkali, he became lazy, and this change was too slow, even he I have neglected myself a little.

The reason was not explored.

He took out his mobile phone, and the interface of the mobile phone showed Vicky's contact information. He didn't save it on purpose, but kept a record after simply using it, and he usually only happened to clear some contact information that had to be concealed. He just cleaned up the others, so he still has her number.

But now he is very irritable, even seeing this person's number, because this person occupies his time and he spends a lot of effort to suppress his addiction.But there is also an inexplicable, empathetic state of mind.

He couldn't tell.

He knows that even if he deletes it now, it will still be in his mind for a while, but he just wants to delete it - he will pursue a sense of ritual like ordinary people.

Just when he was about to delete.

The sirens sounded.

Really koi?

Sherlock turned over and got off the sofa, opened the curtains a little, and saw the police car heading west of Queen Street. He knew that there was a residential area further there. Although he didn't know if the case would be interesting, but...

He thought for a moment that maybe Victoria Mayer had something to do with the murders.

[Pay attention to the direction of the police car

Sh.】

Weiwei was staring at the police car in a daze. After receiving the news, her first reaction was to glance at the curtains on No. 23, which were still drawn. She immediately realized that the professor didn’t want to see her at first—but now is not the time to think about it. Wei stood up immediately, grabbed her bag and ran out... Fortunately, she paid the bill in advance, otherwise she would have to eat a king's meal.

After chasing him out, Weiwei rolled his eyes.

How do I know where the police car is going? Weiwei was a little confused at the time. When she was hesitating whether to chase after her, a taxi stopped beside Weiwei.

It was the old driver and the kind uncle again.

"Hey Miss Mayer, get in the car?"

This time Weiwei didn't hesitate, opened the door, and the driver didn't need Weiwei to ask anything, just drove the car and chased the police car.

"I think it's a bit arrogant to run after a police car." Weiwei breathed out and talked to the driver, "I've seen you three times, what should I call you?"

"Just call me the driver, the name is just a code," Mr. Driver stepped on the gas pedal and followed, "Don't worry, the people at Scotland Yard won't notice my following car... theirs The level is not as high as mine."

"Okay Mr. Driver," Weiwei smiled helplessly, "Mr. Holmes' task is really exhausting."

"You don't need to trick me, Miss Mayer." Mr. Driver glanced at Vivi through the rearview mirror, "If you want to know the information about Mr., you'd better ask yourself, you can't get anything out of me .”

While the driver was looking at Weiwei through the rearview mirror, Weiwei was observing him.

Weiwei smiled slightly: "Probably so."

Mr. Driver's expression is very familiar to Vivi, just like what she saw on the face of Mr. Mycroft Holmes, the control is extremely good, at least not something she can see through, so she would rather restrain herself—of course, the driver Mister is far from Mycroft's level, but the kind of concealment is the same, and Weiwei's half-baked level is really not suitable for observation, and Weiwei knows it in his heart.

After the police/car stopped, the driver stopped at a distance of 80 meters: "This is at No. 17 A Street, you can tell Mr. Sherlock Holmes."

Weiwei subconsciously glanced at the street sign of Street A written outside the window, and then edited the information to the professor.

[Here we are, at No. 17 A Street, I saw an ambulance, it may have killed someone. 】【Jackson is on the scene, you look for him.

Sh.】

As soon as Weiwei's message was sent, the message came immediately, and Weiwei even suspected that the professor typed it out mentally - it felt that such a short few seconds was not enough to send the message.

[Who is Jackson? 】

[Detective, do you recognize it yourself?

sh.】

Weiwei felt a little desperate.

Who knows who Detective Jackson is.

In fact, generally speaking, she doesn't have so many small emotions, but when she thought of the possibility that the professor came back to No. 23 Queen Street and saw her but deliberately refused to let her come up, she felt a little... lost.

In fact, there may be nothing to lose, but she, she just cares, that's why she feels lost.

"Mr. Driver, do you know Inspector Jackson?" Weiwei calmed down his emotions and spoke to Mr. Driver with a smile.

Jackson?Mr. Driver immediately thought of a certain possibility—if it was that Jackson.

"A tall and strong white man," he concealed his subjective opinion, "you can probably recognize him by his well-developed deltoid muscles, or you can notice that his face is very square, maybe this is also a characteristic, square face , the eyes are not big and she wears flat glasses, and the bridge of the nose is high by the way."

That's because he accidentally damaged his nose while on a mission, and it was slightly adjusted during the operation.

But there is no need to say this.

Weiwei showed a sincerely grateful smile: "Thank you."

After she opened the door and got out of the car, she still remembered to turn her head and said to the driver: "Excuse me, driver, then I will go there first."

Even the driver couldn't help being kinder to her—in fact, in his eyes, Weiwei was really only a half-grown girl, and there was no need to be nervous except for some problems. He looked at the little girl because Leng Er quickened his pace and walked quickly with his neck shrunk, ready to turn around and return to Queen Street. He still had to be on standby for Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Just as I was about to leave, I suddenly received a text message.

After reading it, Mr. Driver silently parked the car that had just turned around, and secretly slandered Mr. Holmes with his dead fish eyes—damn you are the one who has too much to do.

He wasn't very used to Jackson, so now he wants to borrow police uniforms from Jackson's men?

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Although Mr. Driver's description of Inspector Jackson was somewhat vague, Weiwei still found Inspector Jackson accurately.

She was watching from a distance outside the isolation zone and wondered why Mr. Driver was so familiar with Inspector Jackson. After she roughly determined the target, she directly talked to the little detective next to her.

"Hi, may I go in for a while?" Weiwei looked at the kind-faced detective beside him. The detective looked a little young and had a fair and handsome face. Inspector Jackson."

Who knows that the detective looked at Weiwei fixedly: "Have you ever been to other scenes? I seem to have seen you."

"I followed Mr. Lestrade..."

"Oh, I remembered. Is it the student who followed Senior Lestrade last time?" The little detective, with red lips and white teeth, looked like a clerk, not very strong, "You go in, I will take you Go see Inspector Jackson."

Surprised and delighted, Weiwei clasped his hands together and smiled more sincerely: "Thank you!"

The little detective is wearing plain clothes, so Weiwei can be sure that this is indeed a criminal case, after all, probably only criminal/police will appear in plain clothes.

The little detective thoughtfully removed the isolation belt, making it easier for Weiwei to bend down and get in, and led Weiwei to the side of Inspector Jackson.

The little detective seemed a little afraid of Inspector Jackson, and his tone of voice was lowered: "Mr. Inspector, this lady said she wanted to find you. Last time I saw..."

"That's enough," Detective Jackson interrupted the little detective, "You go first."

The little detective glanced at Weiwei with some hesitation, and then silently returned to his original post.

Inspector Jackson is indeed as described by Mr. Driver, with well-developed deltoid muscles, which can be seen even when he is wearing a winter coat. The Inspector's chiseled square face.

"A student of Sherlock Holmes?"

His tone can't express any emotion, but Weiwei can clearly feel the ridicule, or she is standing at a distance just enough to see the asymmetrical corners of his mouth when he speaks, which is a leak of negative emotions.

"Yes, Mr. Inspector." So Weiwei only maintained the proper courtesy.

Even though she had a little... really only a little... small emotions with the professor, she was not happy because of this man's attitude, because she could be sure that the ridicule was aimed at the professor.If Weiwei wanted to, she could lower her profile a little bit to please the inspector, but she didn't want to.

She is also very clear that she is now a student of Sherlock Holmes, and if she puts it too low, it will also embarrass her teacher.

Such a person actually has students?

Jackson did have a lot of disdain in his heart, and he became even more impatient when he saw Victoria Mayer's expression.

What kind of people teach what kind of students, the same arrogance makes people feel disgusting, he thought, Sherlock Holmes is nothing more...

He originally wanted to speak out, but he saw that the little detective who left just now came with another person.

"Is your job just to bring in messy people?" Jackson's tone was unexpected.

The little detective was a little confused and didn't know how to answer.

Mr. Driver smiled slightly: "Jackson, don't you even remember me?"

How can I not remember, the agent in the same issue.

Jackson showed a surprised smile: "It's actually you. I haven't seen you for a long time. What's the matter?"

Weiwei stared blankly at Mr. Driver for not knowing why he came over—although she guessed that Mr. Driver knew Jackson—she just looked at Mr. Driver with a big smile on his face and Jack

The author has something to say: Weiwei stared blankly at Mr. Driver for not knowing why he came over—although she guessed that Mr. Driver knew Jackson—she watched Mr. Driver hugging Inspector Jackson with a big smile on his face.

It seemed to be a real smile, but it felt a little awkward.

Weiwei was a little uncertain.

How would Mr. Driver describe Inspector Jackson?

Weiwei quickly recalled Mr. Driver's words—retelling without much emotion, without any subjective judgment.

——tbc

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