Sherlock fan - Wrong

If one day Sherlock Holmes stops working as a consulting detective because he has no interesting cases, what will be the most suitable new job for him?The answer is screenwriter part-time actor.Indeed, with his extraordinary talent, he will never be laid off!

When Jasmine saw that Sherlock, as a travel reporter, cleverly avoided dealing with naughty little ghosts and all kinds of hard volunteer work, and easily got the opportunity to wander around the monastery and chat with the big lama, she felt deeply in her heart. This is probably the resentment that many manual workers have towards mental workers.

Of course, actors and screenwriters are not so easy to be, at least talking to ordinary people, gossip, and romance, not to mention a romance that does not exist at all, it is not easy for Sherlock.

As for the script, it is roughly like this: Mr. Altamon Sigerson is a young man from a wealthy family. The rich second generation is a complete freak.Enthusiastic about the career of travellers, I can write some travel notes from time to time to earn money.However, for him, the pleasure of being a traveler is far greater than money. His love and enthusiasm for hiking and exploration, as well as his eccentric and withdrawn personality, make the people around him stay away from him.Later, during the trip, I met a like-minded Miss Sophia Hudson.Compared with him, Sophia is a good girl in the eyes of everyone. She is smart, careful and gregarious, and has a stable teaching job. It seems that the only thing similar to him is that she is also a travel enthusiast.However, the fact is that these two seemingly completely different people have an excellent understanding and similar views. She doesn't regard him as a freak, and he doesn't regard her as boring.After the first separation, he proposed to her. There was no wedding, but he met on the roof of the world to get married, witnessing love in such a way.That's why they're here now, why she went back to call English obligatoryly, and he's still slacking off here.

In fact, it is quite a clichéd story, but it is really not easy how to not show flaws in speech, and show a look of deep affection from time to time.At least Jasmine sometimes finished work ahead of time, and when she joined the conversation between Sherlock and the Grand Lama, she saw those magical eyes emitting a fantastic light a few times, and she was immediately overwhelmed with admiration.Of course, because of this, she deliberately delayed the time and tried to avoid talking with them, lest Sherlock's story be too mysterious, and she couldn't react for a while, and she couldn't catch up, and the consequences of not making up a lie would be very serious.

Closer to home, we still have to return to the case.So far, Sherlock and Jasmine have been here for more than three months.Progress, so-so.The suspicion of the great lama has been ruled out, and the identity of the little monk next to him has been basically confirmed, so now he can only wait for an opportunity.

The preliminary work went very smoothly. From the first conversation, it can be confirmed that the great lama is completely indifferent, completely obsessed with his own world, daily life is step-by-step, and he insists on going to the Shigatse rescue station at least once a week.As a highly respected senior, going out to participate in some activities from time to time is all arranged by the little monk beside him.

To say that this little monk looks like a pious, hardworking and pragmatic person at first glance.He was a small, muscular man with quick movements; although he was about thirty years old, he had a smooth complexion.He had a white scar on his forehead from a sulfuric acid burn.It's a pity that the needle holes in his hands are not well concealed.During the chat, Sherlock discovered that more than a year before the start of the smuggling, the Grand Lama's outing activities were closely arranged, and the time of going out in recent years has also been more sensitive.

That's not enough to convict, though, and when they discovered how worn, wrinkled and dirty the guy's pant knees were, it dawned on him why he was so keen on running to the aid station's underground warehouse.

Since the rescue station of this monastery on the border of Zhangmu is located on the border with Nepal, Sherlock and Jasmine, to be precise, is Jasmine, because Sherlock really dislikes this action, so he just needs to go to the rescue station in person and learn from Mai Kauf tapped the basement floor with the handle of his umbrella to confirm that the tunnel was heading in the direction of Nepal as they thought.Therefore, it can be basically determined that it is connected to the sewer, passes through the border, and leads to a house near the Nepalese border.

Artemisia Shigatse is surrounded by the camphor border, which grows tall and becomes a natural barrier for residential buildings, and even the best prop for harboring poisonous nests.Artemisia Shigatse is so tall that it can even reach the calf, which is very convenient for Tibetans to store things.They can use the night and the cover of Artemisia Shigatse to cross the boundary river to transport smuggled goods to the entrance of the cave, and then pass the items to the entrance of the other side for smuggling.

Jasmine and Sherlock poked their heads there for a long time, and soon attracted the attention of the customs officers.In Sherlock's words, they can only see this, and it's not good to do nothing with a state salary.

On-the-spot investigations are easy to overwhelm the enemy, and they quickly dispelled this idea, and the specific location can basically be determined from the direction of the tunnel.

Therefore, the discovery of the above idea has always been used as a spiritual pillar to support Sherlock and the big lama chatting, and Jasmine sleeping on the sofa.Having said that, Sherlock teasing children is definitely a very entertaining thing. In short, Sherlock, who has restrained his temper under the hindrance of role-playing, can still effortlessly put any age group within 10 minutes. The child is crying.Jasmine originally just pulled him to help her on a whim, not wanting to be made to cry by him, so she gave up the idea of ​​asking him to help.It's hard to judge whether Sherlock directly used his actions to forcefully and tactfully rejected the next teaching task just to be lazy.

Time moved little by little, and when the great lama's long journey began, they expected that the poisonous snake was about to be dispatched.Big day!They arrived at the border of Zhangmu one day earlier, and entered the basement in the dark before John Clay arrived in the early morning of the next day, and lay in ambush there.That's right, that little monk is the famous John Clay, a John Clay who is a murderer, a thief, a robber, and a fraudster, and now he also needs to add the titles of smuggler and drug dealer.

The entrance to the basement is sealed with a steel plate, and the inside of the hole is hooked with a rubber band for easy opening and closing.The basement door was simply locked, and Sherlock took out two drills, a crowbar, and a few pistols.Sherlock worked with concentration for half an hour, laying down one tool and picking up another like a skilled mechanic.At last there was a click, and the door opened.

Opening the basement door, at the entrance, drill bits, steel pipes, cement and other tools were placed, and bundles of burlap bags were piled up. Jasmine opened it and saw that the bags were full of excavated mud.

Sherlock broke in first, leaving Jasmine to clean up the mess. It was necessary to restore it to its original state, so as not to arouse John Clay's suspicion. It was really thanks to the rubber band he kept.

Jasmine was concentrating on tinkering, when she suddenly felt someone approaching behind her, and an arm strangled her neck.Jasmine slammed her elbow without hesitation, and the other hand had already picked up the small knife in the toolbox.

"Hey, hey, calm down." Jasmine looked at it calmly, Sherlock avoided it in a panic, and shouted to stop Jasmine's intention of throwing the knife.Jasmine was stunned for a moment, and her movements were slow. Sherlock twisted her wrist and snatched the knife from her hand.

"Why are you crazy? You scared me to death. What if there is a commotion?" Jasmine kicked Sherlock angrily.

Sherlock avoided it flexibly: "Don't worry, John Clay is smart. This tunnel is extremely hidden. After the basement rolling gate is pulled down, it is concealed and soundproof. The door is covered with wooden boards. After layers of cover, it is extremely difficult to detect from the outside. The movement in the garage. You are not in good shape, so wake up and get excited. Our opponent is one of the coolest and most courageous criminals in London, the leader of a burglar gang. He is a burglar, and his skills Smarter than his mind!"

Where is she in a bad state? There is nothing wrong with focusing on things. She still senses that someone is approaching. Unlike him in 221B, he doesn't even know John is out.

"Is there still a gate to get in?" Jasmine put away the toolbox and handed it to him.

"No. It's just that the road is winding and quite dark. You don't have a flashlight, so I'm afraid you won't be able to find it."

This is an anecdote.Sherlock is not always in front of the case, just plunge into it, and everything can be thrown away.Jasmine was at a loss, guessing that the road conditions inside were really bad, so her whole body became vigilant.

They climbed into the passage from an escalator. The passage was about 0.8 meters wide, about 1 meter high, and about 40 meters long.The four sides are supported by cement and triangle iron, which is very firm.Lights, ropes, and pulleys are hung on the tunnel, and tracks are laid underneath.

The cat walks forward along the tunnel with a steel frame, lighting lamp, and exhaust fan every other section, and there is no sense of suffocation at all.The underpass is a straight at first, and it is a straight at a turn, both of which can accommodate an adult crawling through.

The tunnel exit is hidden on the other end of the embankment, about 2 meters above the road.The concrete embankment about 60 centimeters thick has been pierced, and the surrounding 3-meter-high Artemisia bushes just cover the exit.

There are several crates and several large boxes in the tunnel, and a small opening is made, all of which are some precious animal skins and some white powder.If this trip is successful, it will be a huge sum of money. It is no wonder that John Clay hastily changed careers, thinking that he has made a lot of money in the past two years.

Sherlock knelt on the flagstone floor, and with a lantern and a magnifying glass, began to carefully examine the gaps between the flagstones.It only took him a moment to finish the inspection, and he stood up shrugging, and put the magnifying glass back in his pocket.

"We're going to wait at least an hour, and I'm standing behind this crate, and you're hiding behind those boxes. Then when I shine a light on them, you just run over there. Here's the gun," he said.

They just waited like this, nervous, in the damp and cold basement, in the sudden darkness, it was depressing and depressing.

How time flies!Afterwards, they checked their watches, and they waited for an hour and 15 minutes, but Jasmine felt as if it had been the whole night, and it seemed that the dawn was coming.Because they didn't dare to change their positions, they were so tired that their hands and feet were numb.Although her nerves were extremely tense, Jasmine's hearing was very keen, and she paid careful attention to all the movements around her, even each other's breathing.

Bored, Jasmine played with the signet ring her father gave her.Using the resources her father gave her to dismantle her father's painstaking efforts step by step, Jasmine always had some pimples in her heart. Probably, as Jim said, she is not a very moral person.Why did Jim's death have nothing to do with her?Even from the perspective of a normal person, naturally, such a villain deserved what he deserved.However, in Jasmine's mind, the name Jim Moriarty was still somewhat distant from a villain.Such thoughts have always troubled her, especially at such a quiet time.

Looking from the box in front of her, she could see the direction of the slate floor.Jasmine suddenly saw a faintly flickering light. At first, it was just grayish-yellow sparks flashing on the slate floor; then the sparks joined together to form a yellow beam of light.Suddenly, a crack seemed to quietly appear in the ground, and a hand stretched out from there.

About a minute or so, the hand with wriggling fingers sticks out of the ground.Then, just as it stretched out suddenly, it retracted in an instant, and the surroundings were pitch black again, with only a little grayish-yellow sparks illuminating the cracks in the stone slabs.However, the hand was only hidden for a moment.The man looked around nimbly, then clasped both sides of the gap with both hands and climbed up until his shoulders and waist reached the gap, and then he knelt on the edge of the hole with one knee.In a split second, he was standing on the side of the hole, just running into Sherlock.

It's a pity that the poor latecomer didn't have much time to fight our boxing champion.He just roared angrily, and was about to pounce on Sherlock, when the back of his neck was firmly stuck by a hand.A sponge soaked in meth was placed on his distorted face.Yes, Molly activated the first bead.

"I'm sorry, it's too dangerous. I can't wait for your instructions and watch from the sidelines. I don't want you to take this risk, although I understand your desire to play with him."

Sherlock waved his hands helplessly, but didn't say anything, he tied his arms with a belt and his feet with another belt, and dragged him to a secluded corner.

After a while, the prisoner struggled to sit up, and he looked at his captor with a strange combination of surprise and hatred.Suddenly, as if he had just remembered something, he pulled the belt on his body vigorously, his furious eyes were full of murderous intent, and he cursed loudly. vocabulary.

Sherlock said indifferently: "John Clay, it's futile, you can't escape this level."

The other party stopped suddenly, and replied extremely calmly: "I think so. But I think my friend will be safe and sound."

Sherlock said, "My men are waiting for him at the gate over there."

"Oh, really, you seem to be very thoughtful. I should salute you!"

"Thank you for the compliment, but there are still some small things that need your cooperation. Are you interested in explaining about your little friends? I think your little gang is really not bad."

"Mr. Holmes is overrated. I really want to thank Mr. Hudson for his promotion. Oh, I forgot to say hello to you, dear Miss Hudson, or would you like me to call you Mrs. Holmes?"

For recognizing their identities so quickly, I really want to thank the seal ring on Jasmine's hand.Jasmine actually guessed what he meant, and said coldly, "It's up to you. To me, there is no difference between the two."

"I think I still like Miss Hudson better. I have known you for a long time. It is said that Moriarty sent a text message before committing suicide. The recipient is you. It seems that my colleague's fiasco is due to you."

"It's ridiculous, it has nothing to do with me."

"Miss, you don't have to be modest. Of course, this would not be possible without the help of Mr. Holmes, but it would also be possible without your help."

"Yes." Jasmine already expected her to say something else, and she didn't want to chat with him, trying to interrupt him.

John Clay thought he had found a life-saving straw, so how could he let it go easily: "I'm just sorry for Mr. Hudson. Mr. Hudson fell into the hands of Holmes, why should Miss help him? Miss doesn't think that Mr. Sherlock Holmes Is it too deliberate to suddenly choose to rent your house to live in? Moriarty lost because he has always refused to use you, unlike..."

"Enough!" Jasmine sternly stopped him.John Clay was overjoyed, thinking he had a trick, but unexpectedly heard a sneer: "Mr. Clay, do you know why you couldn't successfully take over my father's mantle after he left office? Because your grasp of human nature is far away. Not as good as him."

Jasmine looked at him coldly and almost gritted her teeth: "Don't try to play this kind of family card on me. 'All mistakes have a reason to be forgiven, except stupidity.' This is what my father taught me. That's why he chose to kill himself before the dust settled. Not to mention what role my husband played in my father's death, you, Moriarty's little tricks, I don't know, compared to the starter, He is much more noble than you. Yes, there is no excuse for stupidity, so you insist on not saying anything?"

John Clay shook his head.Jasmine loaded her pistol and smiled slightly: "Stupidity is unforgivable, so Mr. Holmes chose to use me instead of you. It is worthless, so you must die."

"Bang!" A gunshot sent this tough guy away.At the same time, that gunshot kept revolving in Jasmine's mind, gradually overlapping with the gunshot that had been lingering in her ears these days.The distorted face in front of him was sometimes John Clay and sometimes Jim Moriarty.

Jasmine hugged her head, squatting on the ground in pain.As a forensic doctor, she had seen too many horrific corpses, but nothing like this one made her shudder.

She could vaguely feel Sherlock's breath above her head, and pushed his arm around her: "Don't care what he said, I don't care. Let's go, go back."

She turned and left, but he didn't stop her, looking at her back suspiciously.In the past, he left her and ran away every time, but now it's upside down.If you really don't care, why bother to explain, why interrupt so eagerly, why rush to kill John Clay himself.However, he didn't understand whether she cared about Moriarty's departure or McCoff's use.Neither, however, seemed to concern him.

The author has something to say: This chapter is adapted from the original book Red Hair Society and the real two smuggling cases in Lhasa and Shenzhen.