[Comprehensive British and American] Capernaum

Sherlock lived in prison, presumably for the selfishness of the Scotland Yard inspector, in a single room and provided with a blanket.Poor thing, he was still wearing silk pajamas under his overcoat.Watson was supposed to come to see him today, but something happened temporarily, so he made an appointment to meet him tomorrow.

After confirming that Annie and Mrs. Laura had left safely, Ronika took Jason to see Sherlock.

"Why are you here? Didn't you ask you to accompany Annie?" Just as Sherlock finished speaking, he saw the Grass Fairy beside him: "...What the hell is this?"

You are the joke!Red Hood had the urge to smash the helmet into his eyes.

"Anne and her mother are back," Ronika explained, quickly changing the subject.

Sherlock frowned: "I want you to go back with her."

"You didn't make it clear, and Inspector Lestrade sent plainclothes police to guard their door tonight."

Sherlock didn't speak anymore, and wrapped himself in the soft blanket again, seeing that he was about to immerse himself in his own thinking world.Ronika flew onto his shoulder and poked his cheek with a gardenia-scented hand: "I said you're weird. Others wronged you, and instead of explaining, you wanted to save others."

The detective squinted at the flower fairy on his shoulder, and wanted to bounce her off, but looking at the grass fairy squinting and crossing his arms, he gave up the idea for a while, and said, "Don't think too much, be careful to put your goldfish's head on the ground." It's crazy. I just don't want to lose, if I let the murderer escape after I get out of prison, it will be a great shame for the rest of my life."

I think it's a shame that you were framed and sent to jail.

"Aren't you smart since you were a child?" "Of course."

"Why do you want to be a detective?" "Are you a psychiatrist? Shut up, I want to sleep."

Why Sherlock became a detective may be due to his interest, or he may just find something to do for his too clever head.The detective's brain is obviously different from ordinary people, but what he is good at is not technological or political intellectual games. Although this is evaluated by Mycroft as "wasting talent and not doing business properly", it does not affect Sherlock's interest at all.

He likes to solve cases because he likes the feeling of fighting wits with others, but he will not devote himself to the intelligence community like McCoff, because first, he hates politics, and second, he hates the feeling of using people as pawns.However, solving the case is completely different, the body is already there, he only needs to bury his head in the evidence, and catch the black hand hiding behind in the clues, which is hearty and fulfilling.

But the problem is, as clever as Sherlock, he could have chosen another way to release his cleverness.Even amidst everyone's vigilant suspicion, his personality gradually changed, even distorted.In fact, many smart people ended up like this. For example, Arkham locked up many such lunatics.

However, he didn't.

His brain craved puzzles the way people crave food and water, because only puzzles would give his overworking brain something to do.However, puzzles do not exist every day, so the detective restrained himself from going to the other extreme in the day-to-day boredom since he was a child.When he was young, he was accompanied by Mycroft to fight wits and bravery, but when his elder brother was working, he was left alone to endure the loneliness surrounded by goldfish.

One cannot imagine how such a genius filled the void before being invited by Scotland Yard as a crime consultant.But Ronika is very clear that Sherlock will always choose the road that does not hurt others.Dang Rang, a detective with a slightly low EQ may hurt people's hearts because of vicious language, but he never intentionally hurt an innocent person.

In the face of Anderson's ridicule, he only responded with detective reasoning and acrimonious language. This kind of "revenge" seems childish.

He is rejected by most of the goldfish in the world, but when the police and the public need him again, the detective will still stand up and rush to the front line of the game with the murderer with great interest.He is not without feelings, in fact, Sherlock's heart is softer than anyone else, he just uses the "high function" to cover up his care.

Therefore, Dr. Watson is not wrong, what the hell is a high-functioning sociopath. Sherlock is the best detective in the world, because he will always speak out for the victims and insist on his own justice like a child.

This is the justice in the eyes of the gods. Compared with humans, the gods are more omniscient and omnipotent, so for them: incompetent justice cannot be called justice.

How many people in this world call themselves righteous?In fact, it's just that they don't have the opportunity and strength.If they are given the ability to hurt others without taking any responsibility and without being known by anyone, will these righteous people still be able to "defend themselves like jade"?

Of course, this is just a hypothesis, just like if Watson is as smart as Sherlock, the doctor may still stick to his heart, but since it is a hypothesis, it is not within the scope of Goliath's consideration.

The so-called justice of the gods is "do not do what you can."

When you can only lift ten kilograms of dumbbells, you will not go to the streets to hurt others, but this is not real justice; but when you are like Superman, you can lift one hundred thousand kilograms, and you can blow up a person with a wave of your hand, You still don't hurt anyone, that's justice.I have the ability to crush you to death easily, I have the ability to ignore any social rules, but I choose not to do it, not because of fear of punishment, but simply my choice.

Ronika smiled at Jason, they found the host of the Eye of Integrity, but the question is - how to get the power back?

Just as the flower fairy was flying around each other, at a loss, Sherlock suddenly poked his head out from under the blanket, his inorganic eyes were sharp and sharp, and he opened his mouth and said, "You said Lestrade sent plainclothes to Mrs. Laura's house." ?”

Hua Fairy nodded blankly: "Yes."

The detective's pupils shrank, and he said immediately: "Go to Watson immediately, and tell him to rush to Mrs. Laura's house. There is a map on my desk, let him take it, follow the red route, remember to bring a gun, now!"

Ronika frowned. It's not close to fly to Baker Street from here, but Sherlock won't be indiscriminate. He would say that Laura and Annie must be in danger, and Lestrade's plain clothes can't protect each other.She flapped her wings and was about to fly out of the window when Jason stopped her sister and said calmly, "I'll call someone."

If the Eye of Goliath can resonate with the Eye of Integrity, it is better to keep Ronika here to guard the host.Besides, how could he not let Red Hood himself do something like arresting the murderer of the child?

The night was as cool as water and the wind was blowing. Mrs. Laura spoke a few words with the bodyguards outside the house to make sure that all the security systems were turned on. Then she hugged the frightened little girl, took her to wash, and hugged her into the bed, carefully She twisted the quilt and kissed the child's forehead.

"Don't be afraid, mom is here." She comforted softly.

Annie nodded obediently, and the bear doll was placed beside her bedside. Her dark eyes looked soft and simple, as if she was guarding her little master by the bedside.Mrs. Laura smiled and walked out the door, not forgetting to turn off the light.

There was silence in the room, only the shadow of the tree outside the window swayed, dark, like some kind of ghost's arm, tapping on the window lightly, trying to let itself crawl in.Annie stared at the outside, shrunk herself into a ball and wrapped herself in the quilt, and held the doll into her arms with one hand.

She could see a lot of people looking at her from the window, densely packed, one after another, all of them stuck their facial features on the transparent glass, and because of too much force, their noses and lips were twisted into a ball and magnified, they all wanted to come in, come in to find Play by yourself, including the biggest one...

The window slammed slightly, and Annie's hands were clenched tighter. She didn't dare to look any more. She seemed to be able to hear the sound of the other person's footsteps getting closer. The little girl buried her head in the bed and closed her eyes tightly. , muttering: "Help me, God, save me, God, save me..."

However, God did not appear, and the sound of footsteps still stopped beside his bed, and he pinched the corner of the quilt with both hands, and suddenly opened it.

Little Annie didn't even dare to scream, so she could only curl up into a ball as hard as she could, as if everything around her would cease to exist after she became an ostrich.Those hands grabbed her hair, and when they were about to exert force, there was a sudden gunshot——

The ghost screamed, it was the voice of a woman, and she fled in a hurry.

Dr. Watson, who fired the shot, looked calm and calm, without shaking his wrist at all. The red-hooded Jason next to him was a little impressed. He didn't expect that this man, who was as docile and soft as a teddy bear, had such a tough military character in his bones.

All the lights were turned on, and several bodyguards rushed into the room. Mrs. Laura almost sprinted from her bedroom to her daughter's small room at a speed of [-] meters.The bodyguard held a gun, opened the door carefully and walked in. Dr. Watson had put down the gun and put his hands beside his ears, expressing that he had no hostility.

"It's you... what's going on?" Mrs. Laura looked at the blood on the ground, obviously it wasn't Anne's, let alone the doctor's. At this time, Jason was already hiding in the doctor's pocket.

"There is a route map drawn by Sherlock on the table. The murderer should have come in from this route, so your bodyguards and security system will not be able to prevent him, and even the plainclothes police outside the house cannot stop him." Watson The doctor said: "When I set off, I already called Inspector Lestrade. I don't know the road map, and I can't act in plain clothes, but at least it can show that I am not a malicious intruder. You won't sue me for jail too, right?" ?”

Little Annie threw herself at her mother, weeping unceasingly. In her intermittent crying, Mrs. Laura roughly understood that there was a ghost, or a woman came in, and Dr. Watson was about to meet her. Annie shot directly to stop the other party.

The reason why Dr. Watson arrived was because Sherlock had ordered it before.

That being the case, Sherlock is definitely not a pervert who kidnapped the little girl. Mrs. Laura made a judgment in her heart and immediately felt guilty. She shouldn't listen to one side, even at Pastor Thomson's funeral, because she heard Mrs. Thomson's crying and complaining. , and have an aversion to the detective, which makes it so easy to believe that the other party is a kidnapper.

"I'm sorry." She said guiltily.

Detective Inspector Lestrade and the police officers also arrived. Seeing the blood on the ground, he immediately ordered a line search around, and checked all the hospitals and small clinics. It won't fall!"

Watson smiled, looked at Mrs. Laura again, and reminded: "However, Sherlock is still locked up."