Sherlock fan - Wrong

After leaving Lhasa, they went to Persia, the Holy Land of Mecca, and Khartoum, where the filth was hidden. After clearing out a few small bosses, they came to the south of France.

The landlady said that Montpellier in the south of France is a good place. It is warm and sunny all year round. It is called the "Sunshine City" and it is especially suitable for relaxing and relieving depression.But staying with Holmes, there is no time to relax wherever you go.Jasmine smiled and swallowed a few sleeping pills, ready to enjoy the time of sleeping without sleeping on the sofa.

This time they rented an entire house, a house that had experienced a fire.When they were still in Lhasa, that is, a year before they moved, Sherlock or Mycroft had completely rebuilt the house.And this time, they're playing even more interesting roles.

I don’t know if you still remember the engineer’s thumb case?Yes, the one that was almost comparable to the madness of Colonel Warburton.Take everyone to review: Mr. Victor Heatherly, an engineer, received a mysterious job. The employer, Colonel Lysander Stark, asked him to keep the job content secret, and was willing to give him a lot of money, so he agreed Work.Blindfolded, Heatherly was taken to a remote place to repair Colonel Stark's machine, only to discover the secret of the machine—to make counterfeit money.But at this time, Colonel Stark wanted to kill and silence, and finally Mr. Heathery had his thumb cut off and fled the scene with the help of a lady.

At that time, although it didn't take them much effort to find this stronghold, the result of closing the case was unsatisfactory.The fire almost destroyed all the information that could be left in the entire stronghold, and the case was left alone.

In fact, the gang involved in this case is not that simple, and Sherlock did not let it really close the case.After two years, they came to this stronghold again to get rid of these annoying little minions.It's just that this time, Sherlock's identity is Nathan Garrideb, suspected to be Roger Prescott, a chemist who was unfortunately disfigured in the fire and is now making a comeback.And Jasmine was still his wife, the lady who was suspected to have saved Heatherly.

In general, they came this time to attract the attention of Evans, a master murderer who had just been released from prison.I believe that he, who has just been released from prison, will not rush here to attract attention at the first moment, and take the initiative to expose his new stronghold.Of course, this place, or more accurately, that wonderful machine buried in the basement.After all, there was a time when Prescott counterfeit money was virtually identical to the ones in circulation.If Evans hadn't been imprisoned by Moriarty, Evans would have made a fortune long ago.

So, in the eyes of outsiders, this weird house once again ushered in a new owner, and this couple with weird surnames, one wearing a mask and the other wearing a veil, really added a new fantasy color to the house.As a result, there were more people talking around, and soon, they also found the person they wanted to meet.However, he didn't seem to come at the right time.

"Sorry, Mr. John Garrideb, Mr. and Mrs. Nathan Garrideb are... busy."

"It's okay, I'll just wait."

However, what is the truth?The fact is that Young Master Sherlock was dishonest when he was in the house, he insisted on taking off his mask, and he didn't carry it with him.When the landlord came in, he didn't have time to find a mask, so he could only use Jasmine to cover his face.On the one hand, with his back to the door, on the one hand, Jasmine held his face in time to cover part of it;So what the landlady saw when she came in was a loving couple.

Jasmine was wearing a gray dress, and when Jasmine's back was away from the wall, it was obvious that she was dripping with cold sweat.Of course, Sherlock didn't feel any guilt, on the contrary, he was very happy to see Jasmine somewhat embarrassed and out of control, at least it made her look real.During this year, Sherlock was very depressed to find that she began to look more and more like his brother, calm and ruthless like a pool of stagnant water.They seem to have gone the same way as he and Mycroft, although he knows they still love him.So, at this moment, her pretentious calm showed its flaws, and the flash of sparks in her eyes made Sherlock a little excited. This excitement was just like his usual pleasure of angering Mycroft.

After a while, Sherlock, no, it was Nathan Garrideb who opened the door and invited Evans, ah no, it was Mr. John Garrideb, the lawyer, who came in.He was a short, muscular man with a lovely round face, neatly shaven.Yes, he must have seriously trimmed it after he was released from prison. Apart from the cropped cut and the criminal border, his overall image is quite childish, and he feels innocent and harmless.His eyes were the finishing touch to the whole face, so bright and so alert.His accent is American, but it's not surprising.

After entering the room, he sat down a little hastily, rubbed his hands, and licked his lips again, as if a little shy and nervous: "I'm sorry to bother you, Professor, they all say you don't like to see people. However, I do I have something very important to talk to you about. Oh, by the way, I would like to take the liberty of asking you, do you have any other relatives? I mean, those with the surname Garrideb."

Nathan Garrideb looked at him with interest, crossed his legs, looked very leisurely, and seemed to be in a good mood, his relaxed posture was in stark contrast to the visitor: "My dear lawyer friend, I am very happy. Glad to have you visit. Yes, I'm a loner with no relatives. So, your last name excites me, it's why you're being treated like this. After all... you see, I'm not like this Great for hosting friends.”

The lovely lawyer friend bowed his head in annoyance, and after a while he remembered the polite question and said, "I'm sorry Professor, the fire is terrible. But why would you want to live in a fire?" The house after the accident."

"No, no, lawyer, you misunderstood me. It's not fires, chemists, always dealing with sulfuric acid. That's the source of misfortune. However, it doesn't make me any less fond of chemistry." Love it. As for the house, it’s good enough to be quiet and secluded.”

"Oh, sorry professor, I saw your wife wearing a veil..."

"My wife... just doesn't want me to look different in this family. She wants me to believe that these are just ornaments. If you are careful enough, you can see that there are still mirrors in this room." Inside Sen said with a smile, the happiness in his tone seemed to overflow.

"You seemed to be very sorry that I had no relatives just now."

The lawyer sighed and said: "Yes, professor, please forgive my gaffe just now. I will try to tell you the basic facts as briefly as possible, and maybe you can understand my mood. The thing is like this, professor. If you are from Kansas, Needless to say you'll know who Alexander Hamilton Garrideb was. He really started out on estates and later on he made his fortune in wheat warehouses in Chicago, but he bought his money into a lot of land in Fort Dodge The Kansas River Valley to the west is as large as your county, including pastures, forests, cultivated land, and mining areas. These are all properties that make money for him. In short, he is very rich. He has no relatives and descendants —at least I haven't heard of it. But he's very proud of his rare name. That's what brought him to me."

The lawyer glanced at the professor, and was soon encouraged to continue: "I was engaged in legal business in Topeka, and one day this old man came to my door suddenly. Since he knew another man named Garrideb, he was happy to cooperate." Not talking. He has a quirk, and he wants to seriously find out if there is another Garrideb in the world. 'Find me another Garrideb!' he said. I told him , I'm a busy man, and I don't have time to run around all day looking for the Garridebs.' Anyway,' he said, 'if things go my way, you'll have to.' He was joking, and I soon found out that his words carried a lot of weight. Because he died less than a year after he said that, and left a will. It's really the weirdest one ever written in Kansas. The will. He asked for the property to be divided into three equal parts, and I can get one of them, provided that I find two more people named Garrideb to share the two estates. Each estate is no more than 500 million U.S. dollars, but The three of us must come together, otherwise no money will be used."

"Oh, that's kind of interesting. So you probably took a lot of work before you came here to find me."

"Yes, of course. It was such a big opportunity that I simply put my legal business aside and set out to find the Garridebs. There wasn't one in America. I traveled all over America, sir, and scraped America with a fine comb. Tried it again, but didn't catch a single Garrideb. Then I came here, I didn't expect to be lucky, if you have relatives or something."

"Have you tried advertising on websites and in newspapers?"

"Of course. But there was no response."

"That's really unfortunate. Oh, yes, it just so happens that you're from Topeka, and I had a friend from the past, the late Dr. Lysander Starr, who was Mayor of Topeka in 1990. "

"Old Dr. Starr!" said the guest, "his name is still venerated. Well, Professor, I think I have delayed you long enough, so I will take my leave and I will let you know when I have good news. "

This lovely lawyer friend left in such a hurry, just as he came in a hurry.

"How long do you think he will come again"

"Not more than a month." Jasmine, who disappeared after serving tea, reappeared out of nowhere.

"I bet 20 days."

"Don't gamble, you win every time."

"Why can't you grow up a bit"

"The teacher is not good."

"..." After being stuck, the counterattack was naturally inferior: "It's good to talk about it."

"The teacher taught well!" Jasmine rarely showed a playful smile, looking cheap, "However, the name Lythar Starr is really bad." After speaking, she ran away.

And what about the facts?Seems to have the opposite meaning.The teacher who claimed to be a good talker didn't say anything about his students, but their lawyer friend seemed a little too eager, and came to the door again after two weeks.

"Coming!" he yelled, shaking a small advertisement. "I thought I'd come to you in time. Mr. Nathan Garrideb, congratulate you, no, congratulate us, we're going to be rich."

As he spoke, he handed the small advertisement to the owner, which read:

Howard Garrideb Farm Machinery Builders

Operating tying machines, harvesters, steam plows and hand plows, seeders, scarifiers, agricultural carts, four-wheel spring carriages and various equipment, and contracting artesian well projects

Address: Aston, Grosswinner Building Area

"Oh, that's awesome. How did it work"

"Find a detective as an agent, and soon he found this thing in a small alley. These people are still careful."

"Of course."

"I have opened an inquiry in Birmingham," said the lawyer excitedly. "We must act quickly to get this matter over. I have written to the agent and told him that you will be in his office tomorrow afternoon at four o'clock."

"I haven't wanted to go out for a long time..."

"It's nothing, Mr. Garrideb. I've settled for you. You start at twelve o'clock, arrive at two o'clock in the afternoon, and come back that evening. All you need to do is see this man and explain Situation, make a legal affidavit to prove that there is such a person. My God!"

He said very excitedly, "I came here all the way from the middle of the United States. Maybe for a scholar, money seems to have no direct attraction, but think about it! Think about how much you can bring to your lovely companions." Happily, what a sum of money your research will receive, and you will be successful! My kind sir!"

Nathan shrugged helplessly: "Okay, just do as you said."

"You're an angel, Professor! I'll see you off tomorrow and we'll have to pick up another friend."

"No, you and him go first, I drive by myself, I don't like to chat with people too much, but this thing is always inevitable during the journey."

"Okay, I understand. See you tomorrow."

Bid farewell to the killer friend, while watching him go away, two agents have already climbed in through the window.Not surprisingly, tomorrow Evans will be waiting at the door to watch them drive away.They refer to two agents.However, in this case, the normal course of action is to keep the agent here to deal with Evans.However, Sherlock Holmes clearly did not accept normal practice and strictly prohibited all agents sent by Mycroft from appearing in his sight range.

Early the next morning, two agents, one wearing a mask and the other a veil, went for a drive in a small car.

"Which layer does Evans recognize, think you're a chemistry professor or know you're Prescott?"

"Not sure, try it or not." Sherlock put on the mask, and threw the veil to Jasmine.

time flies.When they heard the sound of the door opening and closing for the second time, they hid a little deeper behind the cabinet.Then there was the sound of metal keys, and Evans entered.He closed the door gently, looked back vigilantly, then pushed the table aside confidently, pulled up a piece of carpet under the table, rolled it up, then took out a small crowbar from his pocket, and violently pried the floor.Just hearing the sound of the board sliding open, a square hole appeared in the floor immediately.Evans the Killer struck a match, lit a candle stub, and disappeared below the horizon.

Sherlock and Molly moved over carefully, but unfortunately, the rattling of the damned dilapidated floorboards caught Evans' attention immediately.Luckily there were two of them, outnumbered, and Evans looked sensible when two men pointed guns to his head at the same time.

However it only looks.He just made a feint of raising his hand above his head, and when it was too late to say it, he drew a pistol and fired two shots.The direction is indeed towards Sherlock, but the ulterior motive is not in the drink.

Jasmine's first reaction when she saw him shoot was of course to rush over, and when she was devoting herself to saving someone, she was completely unprepared when Evans' other hand nimbly grabbed her, and quickly retracted the other hand. Arriving at her temple, he completely restrained his new hostage.

"Prescott, don't come here unharmed, you are really lucky."

"What are you going to do?" Sherlock didn't directly reveal his identity.

"Now you don't seem to be qualified to negotiate terms with me."

"Then why do you need hostages? Why do you have to pretend to be negotiating?"

"I just want to see how you are defeated again. Why don't you take off the mask, I look more real."

Sherlock considered that Prescott's identity obviously could not bring him any protection.Instead, Prescott must die, no matter how generous the offer.However, Sherlock Holmes is different, he has the value of being blackmailed.At least, the time-delaying greetings are logical, and as for McCoff's agents...

Sherlock, who took off his mask, really stunned Evans, and indeed started the conversation: "Dare to ask your lord's name?"

"Sherlock Holmes!"

What the name means is indeed intriguing. In short, the effect presented is satisfactory.

"This, this one in my hand is Miss Jasmine Amber"

"Yes. I think you should know where you are."

"Hahaha, then why do I need those stupid machines? I believe Brother Ling will not be stingy to agree to my small requests."

"Probably. Don't laugh, be careful of fire."

However, in fact, the situation is far less optimistic than he thought.Because their chatting has lasted more than 2 minutes, and at the normal speed of Mycroft, if there is no action now, then something must have happened, and it was a major event, so that he has no time to take care of his precious brother.

Of course, they couldn't let Evans know that there was any trouble on McCoff's side, otherwise McCoff would be in even more trouble.How to do it?

Sherlock was a little irritable, so that it took him a long time to notice some of Jasmine's strange movements, and even once interpreted the Morse code she tapped out with her fingers as her anxious trembling.

It's not that he doesn't understand, it's just that he doesn't want to believe that she gave such a suggestion, it's too risky, and the sacrifice will be a bit big, in case he misses it.

Of course, Sherlock Holmes was not one to be indecisive.Drawing the gun, he hit Jasmine's left shoulder without any mistakes.

From Evans' point of view, the fact that Sherlock killed his hostage was too unbelievable, and of course the subconscious reaction was to stop and dodge.What a terrible subconscious! When he let go of the hostage and retreated, he had already been shot in the chest.I don't know if it was to ensure safety or to vent his anger, but Sherlock fired three shots in a row.

This seemingly coherent and coherent process was a long one for the three people present.

It took Sherlock a while to remember that another person lying in a pool of blood needed timely healing.He was relieved to find that his marksmanship was still good, the bullet only went through the shoulder blade, although the blood in front of his eyes looked a little scary.

"Where is the medicine box? Should I use something to disinfect? ​​Can I just pull out the bullet..."

"Sherlock, you don't have to keep talking and asking questions that no idiot would ask! I'm not going to pass out, for God's sake get the bullet out of me before I bleed to death!"

The author has something to say: I have no time to update the article after a month of military training, I was wrong!This chapter is adapted from the original work The Case of Engineer Thumb and Three People with the Same Surname.