[Comprehensive British and American] Sherlock shows love everyday

There was a familiar touch on her face, Alice moved her head slightly, and a hot thing rubbed back against her.

"You're awake." A deep voice sounded from the bedside.

"This is me..." Rubbing her eyes, Alice sat up.Dahua was lying on the pillow staring at her with two big eyes. Erhua was facing outwards, trying to sit her butt on her face to no avail. At this time, she saw that she was awake and was running under the bed.Detective Sherlock was sitting in a recliner next to the bed, fiddling with her mobile phone. "You brought me back?"

"Otherwise, did you come back from sleepwalking?" She curled her lips in disgust, and Sherlock ignored the cat who wanted to jump on him, "A drunk driver drove into the taxi we called, and you hit your head on the ground, But there is no problem, I will move you back." He explained the current situation.

"Drunken driver? Then I'm really unlucky." Touching the big flower, Alice jumped out of bed and stood in front of the mirror to take a careful look.Fortunately, no injuries. "Sherlock, aren't you going to check that laundry shop?" It was already past four o'clock in the afternoon, which meant that she had slept for almost two hours.

"It's been checked." The detective who had gone out alone during Alice's coma seemed to have finally finished fiddling with the phone. "There are no surveillance cameras in the laundry, and the murderer is not a regular customer. When picking up the clothes, he paid in cash." Laundry The store owner can only remember so much.

"Doesn't that mean..." This clue is broken?

"But the person who took away the clothes didn't just wash the one on Kathy Young." Sherlock put his hands together on his chin. "He sent a total of three old clothes for washing." Because the clothes are very old, So the boss still remembers.

"That means Amanda Hand and Daisy Bird are likely still alive?" Since Kathy Young was killed after being changed, the remaining two girls are probably still alive. die.

"Just temporarily." Sherlock was not as optimistic as Alice. "The murderer took the clothes the night before. It's hard to say how long the remaining two people can live." Standing up from the chair, he walked to Alice. "I noticed that you have done a lot of work at home in recent days." He pointedly looked at the girl's pulled up sleeves.

Alice lowered her head and saw the scratches on her arm. "You mean this?" She accidentally scratched it.

"There are also wood chips left on the terrace in your living room, and you even accidentally left scratches on the wall." Walking out of the bedroom, Sherlock pointed to the wall near the French windows in the living room, "The wood that was originally laid under the sofa The carpet was used by you to put things on the terrace, so you were worried that there would be sawdust left, so you simply threw it on the terrace and didn’t bring it into the room.” The detective who observed meticulously pointed out the abnormalities in the apartment .

"...I dismantled a cat climbing frame at home." Walking to the kitchen and pouring a cup of coffee to Sherlock, Alice sat on the sofa. "I even went to the apartment manager to borrow an ax, but I didn't expect it to be so difficult to remove." She almost knocked the beautiful floor tiles on the terrace.

"Why?" Picking a comfortable single sofa and sitting down, the big detective crossed his legs and stretched his posture. "The cat climbing frame, why did you dismantle it?" The two cats also ran into the living room following the transfer of people, and sat beside Alice on one left and one on the right.

"Because that cat climbing frame was given to me by Hannibal Lecter." Alice patted the heads of the two cats as they jumped on them. "Mr. Lecter lives right across the door from me. He seems to like my cat very much and gave me a lot of cat toys." The cat climbing frame was delivered the day Batman was caught by Captain America and broke into the empty door. "I didn't dare to keep it. The smaller ones were taken out in a bag and thrown away. The cat climbing frame was too big, so I had to dismantle it and transport it out quietly." The project of dismantling the cat climbing frame was huge, and she almost smashed a big flower feet.

"Why throw those away?" Sherlock was very interested in Alice's behavior pattern. "Even if you suspect that psychologist Hannibal Lecter is an ogre, why do cat toys have to be thrown away?" Is there any necessary connection between ogres and cat toys?

"I'm terrified that there might be something in the cat toy that shouldn't be there." Well, she's just being persecuted. "Mr. Lecter... is very friendly, he is simply a model neighbor." Rubbing Da Hua's head, Alice was conflicted. "Steve once asked people from S.H.I.E.L.D. to check Lecter, and it turned out that everything was normal. He was also very good at ordinary times, polite and helpful. I know that my suspicion has no evidence, and even I actually feel that It’s because I think too much, but I just don’t dare to keep the things he gave me.” So, all the cat toys were cut open to see if there was any abnormality inside, and then thrown away.

"You feel guilty for suspecting your neighbor without evidence?" Sherlock hit the nail on the head.

"Yes." Alice nodded.She didn't even dare to tell Barnes and Steve about throwing things, it was like being a thief every time. "To make up for this guilt, I even invited Mr. Lecter to dinner." Of course, Captain America and Barnes must also be present.

"Sherlock, do you think I'm thinking too much?" Alice stood up and poured herself a cup of milk tea, leaning against the dining table with a complicated expression. "I read the information on the Internet, and it said that serial killers don't like small animals. But Mr. Lecter seems to really like my cat. Do you think I am too..." Secretly throwing away the toys sent by others Yes, too much.

"Serial killers can't just have one behavior." Sherlock finished his coffee. "As for whether your neighbor is an ogre, we can talk about it later. Frank Lance lives in Queens. If we leave now, if we are lucky, we can come back for dinner." He gestured to Alice.

"Then wait, I'll change clothes."

……

There are several streets in Queens that are known to be chaotic, and civilians who live nearby never set foot on them easily.Alice's boss, Frank Lance, aka Elizabeth Lance, lives here alone.In the dilapidated and mottled street scene, as well as figures appearing and disappearing in the alleys, Alice cautiously followed Sherlock.She never knew there was such a place in New York.

"No. 67, No. 69... No. 71, here." Frank lived at No. 71 Brinker Street. "This house..." When looking at the satellite pictures, I thought the boss's house was dilapidated, but after seeing the real thing with her own eyes, Alice lamented that there was a gap between the picture and the real thing—it was a dangerous building!

"The housing prices in New York are so high?" Sherlock tore off the police seal on the door. "Oh, Mycroft has done at least one good thing - he didn't make London's housing prices too unreasonably high."

"Hey, what are you doing!" The person who had been quietly following behind him from just now finally couldn't help showing up.I saw two bald men who were nearly 2 meters tall, with tattoos on their exposed arms, stepped forward with fierce expressions. "What are you two doing!" The man with "I'm not a good person" written all over his body asked viciously.

"We..." Alice was pulled behind by Sherlock before she could finish speaking. "Good afternoon, gentlemen." The big detective looked relaxed. "I guess you were going to sneak in at night to see if there was anything valuable, but we didn't expect us to show up first." He made an indifferent expression, "But it's a pity, gentlemen, first come first served, you two have to Wait for a while." After speaking, he motioned for Alice to go in.

"Hey, kid!" The big man naturally refused. "You'd better get out of here, or..." Two fists were clenched, the meaning was self-evident.

Alice grabbed the big detective's clothes nervously.Although student Sherlock is tall and slender, compared with the big, muscular man, he is not far behind at 01:30. "Sherlock..." She missed the NSA agents.

"Hmm... the guy who sells=drug=products?" Sherlock was not nervous, on the contrary, he spoke with interest. "The two of you sell things on this street, so you're familiar with the surrounding environment?" Sherlock, who had left his home court, was in need of someone. "You know Lance who lives here, and you know that he is rich, but you don't dare to rob him easily, you only dare to sneak in and steal things when he is not at home. Why?" After looking at him for a while, he continued, " Oh, he knows your boss."

"Hey, boy, I warn you, don't talk nonsense!" The two men who were talking about their thoughts looked very angry, "It's just a little boy like you, I'll be in minutes... eh..." Alice hid in the summer Behind Locke, he watched helplessly as the other party twisted the outstretched hand of the big man.

"Hey, you kid!" The other man saw that his companion was at a disadvantage, so he also rushed to do it.

"Gentlemen, calm down." The big detective who managed to shake the two men away with a relaxed face. "Your boss wants to promote one of you to be a small boss recently. If there is news about the two of you attacking the boss's friend..." He shook his head, "Then the two of you will just stand on the street for the rest of your life." I'm going to die." The big man looked scary, but his combat effectiveness was not high.

"How do you know..." The two big men looked at each other.

"I also know that the two of you have been guarding the area since the police took Lance away, and also scared off several groups of guys who wanted to take the opportunity to steal things." Sherlock straightened his sleeves, full of style.

"...you..." The two tattooed men were dumbfounded.

Sherlock has long been immune to other people's surprised eyes. He took out his wallet from his pocket and took out five banknotes. "Did you see any strangers around here in the past few days?" Can you pay more attention to the surroundings than the little guy who gives drugs = goods = trade lookout?

Probably because the big detective was too imposing, the first man paused for a few seconds, "Uh..." It seemed that he was hesitating in his heart whether he should choose the banknotes to accept the money or should choose dignity and a beating. decision.

"There is a stranger." The other big man had no scruples. "Recently, I saw a strange car parked nearby." Without saying anything, he stared at the banknote in the detective's hand.

"It's a blue Chevrolet sedan." After accepting the money, the two men finally said, "I came here once half a month ago, and I came here again in the past few days." They were very satisfied with the 500 yuan bill.

"Did you see anyone getting out of the car?" A blue Chevrolet?Isn't that the one the detective deduced was used to dump the body?

"No." With a wave of their hands, the two big men took the money and decided to hide in the alley and wait until dark to come out to steal things. "Hey, kid." They waved their fists at Alice, "You're lucky! Let's go."

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After watching the two face-saving tattooed men leave, Alice finally opened the door of the boss's house.Unlike the mottled walls and crumbling staircase outside, the interior decoration can be called warm. "Frank said he still has a small box of materials at home." The boss said that the box of materials is in the bedroom.

"I don't have much hope for the information gathered by a man who was framed in such a poor way." The big detective wasn't much interested. "The New York police found the victim's bloody clothes in the basement, and found the murder weapon in the refrigerator. Even if your boss was a little vigilant, he wouldn't just be arrested." He signaled Alice not to run around.

"Frank's information is in the bedroom upstairs, I'll go up and get it." She couldn't help the big detective at the scene, and Alice wanted to go up and find something.

"Follow me, don't run around." Sherlock rejected the girl's proposal. "Do you still think that the scene here is not destroyed enough?" Taking out a magnifying glass to carefully observe every corner of the kitchen and dining room, Mr. Detective looked contemptuous. "It certainly looks like Scotland Yard will share a lot of common language with the NYPD."

Alice followed behind, full of curiosity, "But I see that these things are neatly arranged, is there something wrong?" At any rate, they are also professional site cleanup personnel. The boss was only arrested in the morning. How can the site be destroyed? go?Why is the big detective so disgusted?

"Neat? Humph." Sherlock snorted proudly, "Even if a herd of buffaloes walked over here, it wouldn't be worse than the current situation." The New York police can be compared to Scotland Yard. "Go to the basement." He motioned for Alice to follow.

"What's the situation?" Following the big detective around in and out of the boss's house several times, Alice stood in the living room with Frank's information box in her hand, watching what the other party was looking for on the ground.

"There is no sign of invasion." Standing up, Sherlock straightened his clothes. "No matter who the murderer is, he has been observing Lance for a long time, and he still has the key to this house." There was no sign of being pried on the door lock, and there were no traces of spiders left in the room. "And the murderer is familiar with the internal structure of this house." The entrance to the basement is very hidden, and it is impossible for people who have not seen the architectural drawings to find it at once.

"Could it be his acquaintance?" Considering the case four years ago, Alice felt that maybe this case was not a copycat crime, "This case is so similar to the case four years ago, and the murderer deliberately framed it. Frank, is it possible that the two cases were committed by one person?" If the murderer is a friend of the boss, it is not surprising that he is familiar with the structure of the house and stole the key.

"No." Sherlock rejected this possibility. "The murderer in the case four years ago just wanted to show his ability, but not in this case." The psychological demands of the murderer presented in the two cases are completely different. "Four years ago, Elizabeth Barker was placed on a statue on the campus. If it wasn't for being accidentally discovered by a classmate who had a good relationship with the deceased, it should have caused greater panic. But in this case, Kathy Young is He was randomly thrown in the trash can, although there are traces of imitation, but this time the murderer paid more attention to his own desire." The two cases are indeed related, but it will not be done by one person.

"What desire?" There were some files in the box containing the materials, and Alice guessed that the boss secretly photographed them at the police station while no one was looking. "These are internal documents of the New York Police Department." She handed the things to Sherlock.

"This time the murderer is more concerned about the liver that has been taken away." Sherlock briefly flipped through the information and put it down. "The direction of the investigation back then was wrong, and these can't help us." The old detective who was in charge of the investigation at that time has passed away, but there are still several related personnel still working in the New York Police Department.

"Then what should we do next? Shall we investigate that blue Chevrolet?" The reality is indeed different from the TV series. The murderer will not just stay where he is and wait for the detectives to point him out.

"Let's go……"

"Wow...boom..." A voice suddenly came from outside the living room.

"Hey, you two..." Before Alice and Sherlock got up and went out to check, a man in a red tights and a hood shot in at a strange angle.It landed silently, and the visitor appeared in the living room almost instantly. "This is a crime scene, who allowed you to come in without authorization? Eh? Alice?" The eyes under the hood blinked, and the visitor was a little surprised, "Why are you here?"

"Spider-Man?" Alice was a little puzzled. "I should ask you this, why did you appear here?" Spider-Man was busy catching bad guys every day (heavy fog!), how could he appear in the boss's house.

"This is a crime scene." Peter, who dutifully came out to inspect after having dinner at home, scratched his head, "Alice, this is a crime scene, you can't be here." The girl who cheers and applauds himself on the road, he is quite easy to talk to. "I know this is your boss's home, but he is suspected of committing a crime now, you can't come here without authorization. And your friend..." Little Spider suddenly silenced his voice.

"Sherlock?! Sherlock Holmes?!" Jumping three feet in the real sense, Peter almost hit the ceiling. "My God, are you Sherlock Holmes? That Sherlock Holmes?!" Spider-Man, who is still a teenager, also knows how to chase stars online. "That Sherlock Holmes in Dr. Watson's blog? 'Consulting Detective'?" With his head in his hands, he was full of excitement. "Oh, my God, Mr. Holmes, it's nice to meet you." Peter danced Reach out for a handshake. "I'm Peter...Spiderman, your fan." Two hands grabbed each other's hand, and Peter shook it vigorously.

"Ah...Spider-Man." Unexpectedly, Spider-Man was a fan of the great detective, and Alice knelt down for this world with broken dimensional walls.She wouldn't be surprised the next time someone tells The Flash that he worships Magneto. "Well... have you seen a blue Chevrolet around here recently?" Spider-Man, who shuttles between buildings every day and overlooks the entire street, is definitely more reliable than street gangsters.

"Ah... sir, I'm really glad to meet you, would you mind signing my autograph later?" Peter held onto the detective's right hand without letting go, and Peter was incoherent with excitement, "I am yours. Fan, I read your blog every day."

"The blog is written by John." Sherlock secretly tried to pull his hand back but failed, his face remained calm. "Since when did the Avengers start accepting high school students?" The great detective of Ming Dynasty Qiuhao decided to use his brain power to shake off the stupid fans. "It's [-]:[-] in the afternoon, but you've already had dinner. So you're living in an apartment not far from here. Your uniform is made of high-tech materials, no matter the craftsmanship or price. Not something you can afford, so Iron Man provided the suit. You're still in high school, and the closest high school in Queens is...Midtown High."

Peter almost peed in fright.

"Uh...Mr. Holmes, you..." What kind of hobby is it to pick horses when there is a disagreement? !

"You should have elders in your family, but there is only one woman who is older than you to take care of you. Not your mother? Well, auntie." Sherlock, who has successfully retracted his hand, insisted, "You hurriedly put it on after dinner Put on your uniform and come out to uphold justice, but obviously have to rush home and sleep in time—your aunt doesn't know that you come out every day as a vigilante."

"Cough, cough, cough..." Spider-Man is also one of her daily tourist attractions, what if the big detective is scared away. "What Sherlock means is that he's glad to meet you." Alice grinned.

"I, I, I..." Peter, who was almost stripped of his vest, felt guilty. "Well, I am also very happy to meet you, very happy, hahaha..." After all, he was still a young man, and he was still very nervous when he suddenly heard that his vest was about to fall off.

"Have you seen an unfamiliar blue Chevrolet around here in the past few days?" Alice signaled the detective not to scare Spider-Man.

"A blue Chevrolet? Yes, I saw it yesterday." Peter wished for something to change the subject.

"Then do you remember where the car went?" Alice and Sherlock looked at each other.

"Then I don't remember."

Alice was a little disappointed.

"But..." Spider-Man scratched his head, "I remember the license plate number."

The author has something to say: Hello everyone, Zhuozhao is a bit tired, so I haven’t responded to your messages for the past two days. After I finish my work tomorrow, I will go to the message area to show off my cuteness.

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