[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

Sherlock watched the case on Queen Street, and then sat and waited for his good student to ask for advice.

It wasn't a serial murder case. After knowing the background of the case, Sherlock knew the result, and handed over the follow-up to the construction team of Scotland Yard to slowly investigate.As for the bullet hole, he was also thinking about it in his spare time.

In addition to the puzzles, he was still thinking about what went wrong with his disguise. For this reason, after staying in the apartment for three days, he finally went to the Diogenes Club on the fourth day after the case to ask his brother.

"Mycroft." Sherlock took off his coat and hung it behind the door, then walked straight to sit opposite his brother's seat and sat down safely.

At this moment, the postures of the two are so similar, and at this moment, the two brothers really look like they came out of the same mold.Of course, only when Sherlock has something to ask for from his brother, can Sherlock treat his brother in such a harmonious manner.

"It's been a long time since you called me by my name," Mycroft seemed very relaxed, "Sherly, would you like a cigarette?"

Sherlock hadn't touched that thing for a few days, yet in this fretful situation his cravings came.

"no need."

Sherlock refused without thinking, a reaction Mycroft had expected.Mycroft smiled slightly, and straightened up to pour his tea.

The fragrance of black tea overflowed, accompanied by the sound of gurgling water, the delicate cup was filled with tea, and Mycroft pushed a cup to Sherlock.

Sherlock took a sip without being polite.

"I remember that I have successfully completed the task of playing Mosaic Fendi." Sherlock put down the teacup, "Then in exchange, I thought you could tell me the meaning of that ip address."

How did Sherlock determine the character setting of Professor Fendi?

"You can try to teach well and be a professor who treats students equally—but I guess you can't do that either."

That's what Mycroft said at the time.

"I don't think you treat your students equally, Sherly." With a smile on his lips, Mycroft also took a sip of black tea, speaking slowly and deliberately to wear down Sherlock's patience.

"Only Victoria Mayer is my student," Sherlock replied quickly.

"I remember I said students (students), not just a student." Mycroft continued unhurriedly.

"You don't do unnecessary things, I know," he swallowed the dead fat man, and decided to wait until he got the answer before spraying it back. "Bundy's serial murder case to Tommy Green's bombing, both of them are behind the scenes." There are pushers."

Sherlock did not lie to Vivi.

He said it was a huge conspiracy, and there was a person behind it who was manipulating it all. He stimulated the criminal Mr. to commit a case in order to attract a person's attention and create a fateful confrontation.

Although exaggerated, it is not a lie.

It was completely obvious that the pusher behind was trying to attract someone's attention, maybe he might be Mycroft, in short, the pusher behind was just looking for an opponent.

Sherlock changed the subject, which didn't mean that Mycroft would follow his topic, but found another topic.

"I heard that your proud disguise was seen through by your students?" His tone was slightly teased.

What Sherlock hates the most is this kind of tone, the self-esteemed sarcasm - if it comes from an ordinary person, he can ignore it, but whenever a fat man speaks in this tone, Sherlock wants to beat him up, anyway Fatty can't beat him now.

"...You don't need to mock me like this, fat man."

The sarcasm in Mycroft's eyes was even more obvious: "It's funny, you still don't know how your students see through."

Sherlock wanted to answer, but was rarely interrupted by Mycroft.

"Oh, I know how she sees it, but I won't tell you."

If Weiwei is here, she will play bgm, similar to not telling you, not telling you, not telling you and so on.

So fucking bad.

Sherlock's heart exploded.

In fact, Holmes' parents sometimes feel that Sherlock has always been like a child, especially in front of his family.And this kind of openness is sometimes a sign of being spoiled.

Mycroft did not continue on this topic, after all he wanted to give Victoria Mayer an excuse to follow Sherlock.At present, he has a good impression of Mayer. On the one hand, Sherlock's strong self-esteem prevents him from losing his composure when Mayer is by his side. On the other hand, Mayer is indeed a malleable character. Only, Sherlock has not taught many people, maybe he can work for him under his command.

"If you want to know the IP address, you can check it yourself Sherly," Mycroft stood up, "I leave this room for you to think about. I have a meeting with the prince of Morocco."

He didn't mention why the permission was added to that address, and he didn't directly tell Sherlock that this permission could be known to Sherlock. He told Sherlock to let Sherlock check it himself.

And that's what Sherlock wanted.

In general, he is not confused. Since his brother allowed him to investigate, it means that he can find a way to break through that authority by himself.

Having figured this out, Sherlock didn't leave in a hurry, but took another sip of black tea and took out his phone.

On the phone is the surveillance video of the gate of No. 23 Queen Street - he has played this trick more than once. When Tommy Green appeared before his office, he found out that he used the surveillance video - now he only sees this want to confirm...

Victoria Mayer hadn't come to him yet.

Sherlock's patience was running out.

He lowered his eyes and quickly operated on the phone, and saw the little light spot that belonged to Vicky - the location of the phone - she was still in the school library.

Well, since he's already left Queen Street, he'll go find her once.

In fact, the distance from the Diogenes Club to Cambridge University is much farther than Queen Street.

Weiwei is sitting in the foreign language area of ​​the library, where there are some Chinese literature, since she is "learning Chinese" now, she has to put on a posture.She has nothing to learn recently, and she doesn't want to do anything, so it's good to just put on this posture in a daze, at least in this way, there will be no doubts about jumping out a few Chinese words in front of Sherlock Holmes afterwards.

A student sat next to her, Weiwei turned her head to see who it was, seemingly serious, but stared at the Chinese textbook in front of her in a daze, and turned a page without any acting skills.

After watching it for a long time, Weiwei's eyes were a little sore, so she rubbed the root of the mountain, closed her eyes, and opened her eyes again to find that the person was still sitting beside her, and his hands...

Fuck Sherlock Holmes.

Too careless.

Didn't you even think about covering up the small scars on your hands?Although it has faded a lot, it doesn't mean that she can't see whether it is good or not.How many times can Weiwei lick the screen at his hand and not recognize others?Um?

"Professor." Weiwei said angrily.

"Oh? Did you recognize it again?" It was clearly a young student's face, but the voice was Sherlock Holmes's subwoofer.A sense of disobedience in ghost and animal editing.

Weiwei even wanted to add a beatbox to him.

"Professor, you haven't even thought about the fact that you still have a small scar on your hand?" Weiwei twitched the corner of her mouth, "This time you are really not distracted."

"I didn't hide it seriously." Sherlock looked at Weiwei through his green colored contact lenses. "As long as other larvae in the school don't find the dead Professor Fendi alive, it will be fine."

And he also happened to test how familiar his students were with him.Just one hand can recognize it, which means it's not bad.If this is the case, maybe the last time it was because I didn't pay attention to the concealment of my body and recognized it from the back.

However, being able to think that it was him who pretended to be, shows that it is still a bit of a level.

Weiwei didn't want to see the professor's disguised face this time, so she just lowered her head and read the book.

"Are you learning Chinese?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows. "Actually, I thought it was just plankton's stupid act of pretending to have the knowledge of a book after buying it."

Well, this time it's plankton.

Weiwei felt that she had a lot of stamina.

"But it looks like you're doing pretty well."

Sherlock reluctantly confided a compliment of his own.

"Thank you then." Weiwei smirked politely, "I really need to trouble the professor to make this extra trip, what's the matter?"

It was a little unexpected, he thought his student had no temper, and it seemed that he had guessed what he meant and got a little angry.

He didn't intend to comfort her, but now he wants an answer. Although he may have guessed the answer, he still wants to hear her say it.As for this comfort, it can be used as an exchange condition.

Sherlock had calculated well in his heart.

After all, seeing through his pretense, there must be some conditions to exchange such an important matter, so he reluctantly gave another bargaining chip.

"I don't have anything to look for you, but I think you have something to look for me."

Of course he knew his students, who were as obsessed with puzzles and answers as he was.

"NO, I have not."

This time the choking one became Victoria Mayer.

"You have."

Sherlock paused slightly.

Well miscalculated.

Weiwei lowered her head, trying not to reveal her secretly happy mood, and began to judge whether the professor would stop her if she walked away arrogantly.

If she blocks it, she will make money, if she doesn't block it...

If you don't stop, Weiwei will have a headache, then run to Queen Street by yourself, lower your posture and beg to take some time to smooth your hair.Anyway, she must be this student.

"Professor, I thought you didn't want to see me," Weiwei got up, counting silently in her heart, then closed the book and prepared to put it back on the shelf, "I'm going to go."

When Weiwei stood up, she found that the professor hadn't moved.

It feels like pills, pills, pills should go down the steps just now.

Her heart was full of barrage, but Weiwei was very calm on the surface.

If you want to show any expression, you have to wait to turn around at least.

It was too late and then too soon, the slightly hot and familiar touch touched Weiwei's wrist, before Weiwei had time to react, the author had something to say:

It was too late and then fast, the slightly hot and familiar touch touched Weiwei's wrist, before Weiwei had time to react, her knee was bumped, she almost knelt down in pain, and then she was pulled backwards and bumped into it What, an arm is wrapped around the neck.

His head was hit by the hard chest muscles and he was a little dazed. Weiwei was almost wrapped in the arms of the man behind him, and he was dizzy and didn't realize what was going on. His legs and feet were still a little weak.

There is only one sentence in my mind between the flashes and flints:

Fuck you Sherlock Holmes.

——tbc

This place revealed a small foreshadowing, that is, Sherlock noticed that Tommy Green was peeping at the time. In fact, he found someone outside, and then called out the surveillance to take a look, and then mocked that the Vivi Gate was not closed properly. .Such ~ blue queen!Have you noticed the little cleverness that Sherlock mentioned about Vivi?In fact, Weiwei still has her own little calculations in her heart.She is upset!So another way to fry hair!

And Sherlock actually has the answer in his heart, but he still wants to know, just want to hear from Weiwei.

Such a strong sense of pampering!

This is called love!

This is the third close contact!It's almost time to really touch your head to kill!The last one with rubber gloves doesn't count!

As for the third intimate contact, the first time was when the bus hit the back collar, the second time was when the explosion exploded, and the third time will be soon~ Reader: Fuck you, slow progress!