[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

Weiwei wandered outside for a long time before returning to Queen Street.

Without turning on the light, I just sat on the sofa like this.

"In a bad mood?" When he pushed open the door, he turned on the light, "I thought I told you that the cause of many tragedies is too much trust in other people in this world... I remember you for a year You also came across a case where you saw the door was not closed and impulsively murdered."

"Yes, I still remember," Vivi reacted the moment he entered the door, "but I don't think anyone will enter your apartment on Queen Street."

"But you will have to live alone in the future," Sherlock said, sitting on the single sofa, "I don't really understand why Mycroft took the extra effort and sent me all the information about your residence. Pass it on to you."

Vivi's heart sank again.

It's because her mood is a bit repetitive on this matter, she knows it's wrong, but she just... She just can't help it.

She smiled: "Well, I said that I will leave after the case is over. But it seems that you said that I am not suitable for participation."

Sherlock was silent.

"Then it looks like you should pack your things now, after all, this is a case that can be solved in a day at most."

Weiwei said softly: "So, this afternoon, did you meet Miss Inman?"

"If you want to ask, ask as soon as possible, I will treat it as a benefit before you leave." He raised his eyebrows, "Actually, after this case is resolved, I will be free again, and Mycroft should be fine for a while." He would think of putting people around me, and remove some surveillance by the way."

Weiwei smiled a little embarrassedly.

"I haven't read the diary or other information, so I'm just asking nonsense."

Sherlock nodded impatiently.

Weiwei looked up at her former professor, his outline was still familiar to her under the blazing yellow light.

"Are you concentrating on investigating Oster now?"

She forced herself into work mode.

"From the perspective of clothes and boxes, it is true that Oster is more likely, but I think this case has many contradictions."

"The perpetrator seems to be very careful. If he was really careful, he would not choose to use things that reveal his identity to throw the body."

"At the time of the incident, the two people who were able to enter Lindsay's house happened to be out of town, and there were indeed only fingerprints and other traces of these two people in the house. Since it was confirmed that there were only these two people, the bedroom door was locked for precaution. One of these two people, or both of them are guarded against..."

"I think this lock is aimed at Yinman—maybe the relationship between the two of them is not so good."

Actually, I kind of want to ask: "Have you found the victim's cell phone?"

Sherlock hooked his lips: "The victim doesn't have a cell phone."

Vivi: ...

"No, I don't understand...?"

"She doesn't use a mobile phone, but found a tablet computer. She usually uses skype or landlines to contact people. There are very few apps on the tablet computer. According to Yinman, it seems that she doesn't like people's eyes glued to the phone all day long. Behavior."

"Oh... so did you check the call log?"

"Vicky, think about it, a person who doesn't accept mobile phones very much," Sherlock frowned, "Her call records can't prove anything, and real face-to-face conversations can be regarded as effective social interaction for her. In fact, There are so few people."

He raised his eyebrows.

"I don't even want to comment on how stupid this is. If I don't have a mobile phone, some of my reasoning will be twice as slow - I have to find a computer to check the weather forecast for other cities. How terrible."

"So what is the last call in the call log?" Vivimo paused for half a second.

Sherlock was also silent for half a second.

Because he thought his future assistant would praise him.When he interrogated Mr. Oster, the words he used were communication tools.

In fact, after he asked this question, he found that Oster did not correct that it was a mobile phone or something, and then he realized that the victim might not have a mobile phone.

Well, although it's rare without a mobile phone, he hit the spot.

"The night before the victim, I chatted with her best friend, Miss Inman..."

"boom!"

A wave of heat almost lifted Vivi and Sherlock off the sofa.

The huge roar was still buzzing in Weiwei's ears. Weiwei closed her eyes tightly and didn't react for a long time.

"Have you responded?"

His voice was strained by the sudden explosion, tinged with other emotions, and he rolled over from her.

The bust has grown again.

It stands to reason that she hasn't exercised to strengthen her muscles recently, probably because she has eaten too much fat recently-but the change in waist circumference is almost negligible.

The thought was fleeting in his mind, and he began to think about the explosion, not the gas leak.

Sherlock's movements were quick, almost at the same moment of the explosion, he dragged Vivi under him.

"Thank you, Sherlock." Weiwei was a little confused, "Is it a natural gas leak?"

She sat up straight up in a panic, and couldn't help hissing just as she did it—she pressed the glass shards.Frowning, she took a look. She didn't pay attention to it just now, and it seemed that she had scratched it. There was a faint mark, which might ooze some blood, but it didn't matter.

"No." Sherlock quickly replied, and overturned in the next second, "It's a natural gas leak."

It's not just a natural gas leak.

He looked back at her, she was frowning looking at his palm.

The electricity in the apartment had been cut off because of the sudden explosion, and the light was dim.He was upset, so he directly pulled her wrist and held it in front of his eyes, his breath caught off guard where there was a small wound on her hand.

It's numb and itchy.

Weiwei wanted to shrink back, but her hand seemed to freeze suddenly, only her fingers moved slightly.

"Go to the hotel." He checked her hand for nothing, and then put it down, "I'll go find Mike Luo..."

He fell silent suddenly.

Weiwei was a little puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Sherlock opened his mouth, as if looking at her, or looking through her at something else.

"Now, go to your room, pack up the things you need, and go to the hotel later. Mycroft has booked you a plane ticket for tomorrow, so you can leave tomorrow."

"What?" Weiwei almost lost her voice, "Sherlock, I don't understand that the case we agreed to end..."

"No, we didn't agree," Sherlock interrupted her, and picked up Vivi's computer and charger from the ground while bending down. They were not broken, "Get out of here, understand."

"Go and pack your things now, and leave tomorrow."

She was still sitting on the ground without reacting, but Sherlock stood up neatly and pulled Weiwei again.

"Gosh vicky is your brain rusty? I'm assuming you don't lose your ability to think because of a sudden explosion? I say pack your stuff now."

Some emotion seemed to break out of the ground, he looked at her deeply, then turned around suddenly and walked into the room.

Weiwei stared blankly at his back for several seconds.

what a feeling.

It was the chaos where all the emotions were intertwined in the mind with a bang, but none of the emotions could be extracted. Weiwei blinked and his back seemed to have disappeared.

She stood up silently, she should thank Sherlock for exercising her so well, she didn't feel any discomfort after such a blow, that is, she felt a little knocking on her shoulder blades.

She knew that she couldn't ask anything at this time, nothing, and she shouldn't ask.

Suppressing that feeling, Weiwei followed him expressionlessly, and then watched him enter her room very naturally—even more naturally than her, dragging out her suitcase from under the bed and taking the computer Put it in, then opened her closet and swished a few clothes out, then opened her...

A cabinet for underwear?

Weiwei stretched out her Erkang hand to stop it...

Sherlock has already pulled out a few new ones she bought and the ones she's been wearing for a while, throwing them on the bed and saying, "My God Vicky, I've already taken them out for you, and you still don't tidy them up." ? You still count on me...to help you pack your luggage?"

Vivi already is.The indifference is gone.

She squatted silently beside the suitcase, packed her underwear, and then packed the coat that Sherlock had brought out.

Professor Fuck knows what girls should bring.

Weiwei felt desperate while collecting.

"So, Sherlock, you have to tell me, in order to find out what is missing from the victim's bag at the first time, do you even know exactly what should be put in the woman's bag?"

She still couldn't hold back the question.

"Yeah, it's very clear." Sherlock slammed the closet shut, and took out her study notebook from under Weiwei's pillow, the mp3 in the drawer of the bedside table, the earphones, the notebook on the bookcase, and the notebook she was reading recently. The book, the cosmetic bag in the side drawer of the bookcase, and a backpack she usually carries, "But as for you, Vicky, I assume you should trust my observation, I know what you need."

After Weiwei put away all the clothes silently, she also stuffed the books into it, then took the backpack from Sherlock and carried it on her back.

"You forgot the toiletries ... I don't think you can get them right the first time you come to America."

Sherlock frowned.

So why should he worry about these weird little things about her.He was a little irritable, and after going out, he put away her things, and then unzipped Vivi's backpack in a rough manner, and put her facial cleanser and a set of travel portable clothes in it. .

"Everything is packed for you. After you go down later, you will find George's car and he will take you away." He took her wrist and dragged her to the door together with her suitcase, "Oh my God I almost forgot that you don't know who George is, the Mr. Driver you often call, understand?"

"I understand but Sherlock..."

She knew what to do, although she didn't know why he was so anxious, but it didn't hinder her obedience, she bit her lip, raised her head and looked at him.

"Can I come back?"

His movements stopped as if he had pressed the pause button, and then, once again, he looked deeply into her eyes.

"I won't repeat what I said, Vicky."

"promise? (promise)"

"promise."

He nodded, and slammed the door shut.

Weiwei stared blankly at the dark door for half a second, then silently picked up the suitcase, and then walked down.

She originally thought that the parting would not be so hasty at least, but it was so caught off guard.She was always obedient, since he asked for it.

When she went downstairs, she saw Mr. Driver—oh no, George's car, George opened the door and helped Vivi put things in the trunk.Weiwei thanked her softly and got into the car.

Before George returned to the driver's seat, Vivi was by the window, too serious to remember this place.

Remember the broken window before leaving.