[Comprehensive] The victory of the second dealer

Lydia took a dozen photos in total, and only one was usable. She went to the darkroom to wash it out. In the photo, the hem of Sherlock's windbreaker was slightly raised, the knuckles of the fingers were slightly raised, and there was no expression on her face. Pale, but looking imposing.

In short, this is a very good photo, enough for business.

Lydia decided to ask Sherlock to sign it next time she went to Baker Street.

But the plan couldn't keep up with the change. When she arrived at Baker Street the next day, she happened to see Sherlock getting into a taxi. Watson followed Sherlock and got in. When Lydia ran across the road, their car had already started.

At this time, Lydia doesn't need to hesitate at all whether to chase or not. If she doesn't chase, she will go back now. This time she came out and wasted 550 dollars, and she wouldn't do it if she was killed.

So she also raised her hand to stop a taxi, followed, and used one dollar to convert a dollar bill in her pocket into an equivalent pound.

The taxi driver was very talkative, and he talked to Lydia when he got in the car: "Why do you want to follow?"

Lydia looked at the driver in the rearview mirror, and made up a random story: "My husband cheated on me, I was supposed to work overtime all night today, and I came back early after finishing the work, who knew the two of them got into the taxi?" car."

The uncle driver expressed his sympathy, and even stepped on the accelerator harder, and the speed of the car suddenly increased.

In the middle of the night, there was no traffic on the road in London. The speed of the two cars in front and behind was not slow. They drove more and more sideways. It took more than ten minutes to arrive at the destination. It was an abandoned factory, which looked a bit dilapidated from the outside. .

Obviously not a place to cheat.

Lydia's reporter's antenna popped out again, and she made the driver pull up a street away from them, got out of the car and told him to leave.

Letting detectives come to such a place in the middle of the night must be related to the case, and it is better for ordinary people not to get involved.

The gate of the factory was open, and there was no light inside. Lydia followed Watson and Sherlock into it, but did not turn on the flashlight, but hid in the darkness, following their light.

After bypassing several large machines covered by cloth, they finally saw a ray of light, and under the light lay a dying man, whose neck was cut open, and every gasp was like a broken breath. With a sound like a bellows, she looked in Sherlock's direction, her eyes full of despair.

The next moment, a figure jumped out of the darkness and strangled Sherlock's neck. Due to the impact, the flashlight in Watson's hand shook a few times, and when he lifted it up again, Sherlock was no longer in sight.

Sherlock has a high IQ, but his force value is not as good as his IQ. In addition, being restrained from behind his neck, it is even more difficult to use force. The other party tightened his grip, and he couldn't even utter a sound.

When Lydia saw an accident ahead, she quickly exchanged a night vision skill. At this moment, the warehouse was as bright as daylight for her. She put the bag on the ground and picked up an iron rod from the ground. , quietly approached the big man.

The enemy was in the clear and I was in the dark. Lydia knocked the opponent out with a sap. Sherlock coughed and covered his throat. It took less than ten seconds from when he was restrained to when he was rescued. Watson holding a flashlight He didn't even find out where Sherlock was, and he turned the flashlight around when he heard the sound.

"Sherlock——" Watson hurried over to check Sherlock's injury, and looked at Lydia after confirming that there was no problem, "Why are you here?"

"Why did you solve the case yourself?" Lydia frowned incomprehensibly.

Watson looked at Sherlock, but didn't speak, Sherlock pretended not to hear, Lydia immediately understood, wayward smart people like to do it alone, Watson can only accompany him, she didn't speak, just took it from her bag. He took out a signature pen and a photo, and handed it to Sherlock: "The photo has been developed, and I'm here to ask for an autograph."

Sherlock looked at the photo with a strange expression on his face. Watson tied up the murderer, and while calling to report the crime, he leaned over and took a look: "This one looks much better than the one in the deerstalker hat."

"It's okay." Sherlock said a short word under his throat, and then closed his mouth again. Lydia looked at his face now and found that his expression seemed to be smug.

This tsundere.

Lydia finally felt the pulse of this talented private detective. She bent her eyes and said sincerely: "Actually, those photos yesterday are all very beautiful. I chose this one with difficulty."

"My friend only told me about your extraordinary IQ before. I didn't believe it when I read the newspaper. After all, although the news is based on reality, it is inevitably exaggerated," Lydia said while handing over the pen, "See I didn’t know until after you, it’s not an exaggeration at all.”

"You are smarter than the newspapers describe you." Lydia's expression was very sincere.

Lydia has no friends who have praised Sherlock. She has read the reports about Sherlock in the past two days. The relationship between Sherlock and the media is obviously not very friendly. dissatisfied.

But this praise is not all fake, Lydia really thinks that Sherlock is very smart, although his emotional intelligence is really low.

Hearing Lydia's compliment, Watson was happier than boasting himself. He looked up at Sherlock, and followed suit: "Sherlock has always been smart."

Sherlock stared at Lydia for a while, and when he heard Watson speak, he finally looked back, coughed lightly, lowered his head, quickly signed the photo, and handed it to Lydia: "You can go gone."

Lydia looked at Sherlock's face, there seemed to be a slight discomfort under the expressionless face, and she suddenly felt that this man came alive.

She carefully put the photo in place, then raised the corners of her mouth slightly, looked at Sherlock and smiled: "Sherlock, can I give you a hug?"

Sherlock stared at her without saying a word, without nodding or shaking his head. Lydia pretended that he had already nodded, and gave him a big hug with open arms. This big detective didn't wear perfume, he only smelled of a light bath. Lu Xiang, she hugged Sherlock and said softly: "You are the smartest person I have ever met."

Sherlock didn't show it on his face, but Lydia felt that he was still in a good mood.

Lydia turned around and gave Watson a hug: "I will miss you."

She looked at the tall and short people and smiled, and walked out of the factory slowly with her bag, without even a flashlight.

There was a small black car parked at the gate of the factory. She originally wanted to go around, but when she was five meters away from the car, the rear window rolled down, and a beautiful woman looked at her: "Get in the car."

This pie is exactly the same as Tony, tsk tsk.

Lydia wanted to make a detour, but wherever she went, the car followed her, and she was so annoying. The woman in the back seat looked at her with a smile, and repeated with the same tone: "Get in the car."

Lydia touched the money in her pocket, and decided to check it first, and send it home if the situation was wrong.

It's just that the woman kept looking down at her phone from the moment she got in the car, not paying any attention to Lydia, but the distance was not long, and their car soon stopped at the gate of another factory.

The woman put the phone away and led Lydia into the factory.

The factory was empty, without even a chair. A man in a black suit leaning on a cane stood in the center of the factory. He probably heard their footsteps, and the man turned around.

He looked to be in his mid-thirties, over 30m, and his head was already showing the curse of a British man - his hairline was a bit high.

It was only when Lydia walked in that she realized that the crutch in his hand was actually a black long-handled umbrella, and he was wearing a classic three-piece suit, which looked expensive.

"I know you, Miss Lydia Morrison, American." He glanced down at his umbrella, moved it slightly, and put on an insincere smile on the corner of his mouth, "You appeared in London this March However, it’s a pity that we didn’t meet at that time.”

At that time, Lydia went to ask for Harry Potter's autograph. Feeling bored, she came to London from the wizarding world to wander around. Unexpectedly, someone noticed her.

But this man didn't look like he was looking for trouble either. Lydia didn't speak, and stood there calmly listening to him continue.

Sure enough, he took a deep breath and looked at Lydia with an unchanged expression: "I'm here to thank you for saving Sherlock Holmes, he is my younger brother."

This person knows a lot, and his sense of oppression is much higher than that of Sherlock, a genius who is only interested in reasoning.

Lydia raised her guard all of a sudden, but put a smile on her face, and she could no longer use the British accent: "He is very cute, and Watson is also a good person."

"Describe my younger brother as cute..." The smile on the man's face seemed to become a little more sincere, but he didn't continue, "Well, it's getting late, you can go."

Lydia felt as if she had punched the cotton. She had just raised her guard when she heard this sentence. She raised her eyebrows in surprise and walked towards the door without saying a word.

After she took two steps, the man stopped her: "That's right."

Lydia turned to look at him, but he didn't look at Lydia. He lowered his head and shook the long-handled umbrella in his hand. The woman who brought Lydia in handed over a business card: "I hope you won't miss it next time." Please come here, and you'd better let me know before you come."

As he spoke, he raised his eyes, and looked over with the same gray eyes as Sherlock: "Also, give me the picture of Sherlock."

Lydia glanced at the business card before looking at the other party, expressing her refusal: "Mycroft, Sherlock is a celebrity in London, what's a signed photo? You can't make him famous, can you? "

She paused and said, "You want an autographed photo, unless you communicate with 'Hee Hee Hee' yourself, and if he agrees, I'll give it to you."