[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

024.

It seems that the case has made new progress—but Jian Ruo is in a kind of habitual ignorance.

So what exactly happened? ? ? ? ?

Excuseme? ?

The most desperate thing in this world is not that your partner has seen through everything, but you don’t know anything, but that you know that your partner is very impatient to explain to you, but you have no choice but to find that the whole world may know the answer Only him—oh no, and the murderer himself. 【Smile】

So, should I ask why with the cheek, or ask why with the cheek.

Jian Ruoxu clenched his fists and coughed: "Sherlock, did you find something?"

Sherlock was turning around in the living room, and when he answered, he happened to lift an antique-looking bottle, which brought up a cloud of dust that made him twitch his nose, and coughed twice: "—Obviously, even the blind can see This matter—should I praise your improvement in observation ability? After all, you need praise to improve—”

He paused slightly, and continued in an indescribably strange tone: "——【Baby】"

Jian Ruo's head exploded, she almost screamed, her face was flushed, and she pointed at Sherlock angrily: "—You actually peeked at my Weibo!!!!"

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ! ! !Retarded Sherlock!Watch people on Weibo! !Peeping people**! !He is not human!He is not human! ! !He can speak Chinese! ! !Ma De is so ashamed ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! ! ! !

"Peeping?" Sherlock casually put down the bottle in his hand, "I thought you put it on the social network openly?"

"But I put it on China's social network! It's not FB!!! Why are you an Englishman joining in the fun!!!" Jane Ruo gritted her teeth, but at least remembered that she was at someone else's house and suppressed her voice.

"Oh, the world is shared, Jane." Sherlock waved his hand, turned around and continued his survey, "Technology changes the world, didn't you say it yourself?"

...Didn't it just choke you before?Do you have to remember it so clearly? ? ? ! !

What a cheapskate!

She covered her face, her face was hot and hot, Sherlock was right in front of her eyes, but he himself was a mystery.She couldn't see through him, so she could only stare at him like this: "—So, what did you discover that I didn't discover! Isn't the greatest significance of uncovering the mystery is to share it with everyone?"

Sherlock glanced sideways at her: "Isn't it obvious? Look at that picture."

Jane Ruo subconsciously turned her head and followed his gaze - it was the photo that Sherlock had just picked up to look at, it was properly placed in the center of the cabinet, a group photo of a family of three - is there any problem?

"A child and his adoptive parents. Oh Jane, don't put on such a stupid look—" Sherlock paused, "Alex Wade, the current Deputy Secretary of Defense—obviously he is not fertile, this The child's facial features have no resemblance to Alex Wade's. In the group photo, the items used by the two are placed closely together, and the double bedroom is set in rose color. It is obvious that the life of the Wade couple is very harmonious and excludes one party Possibility of derailment In the photo, the hands of the two people are not completely placed on the child, and there is obviously a smirk on the child's face-to sum up, the adoptive parents and their adopted son who is not well-behaved."

"So?" Jian Ruo was a little curious.

"No reason—I was just thinking," Sherlock said blankly, "Who would be the murderer who can get the Deputy Minister of Defense to cover?"

"...Cover?" Jian Ruo was stunned for a moment, "Isn't it? Didn't the higher-ups call the police? If he wants to cover the murderer, shouldn't he pretend that he doesn't know anything?"

"Really? - He can even do better, go to Scotland Yard to accept the investigation." Sherlock's expression remained unchanged, "—It seems that this question can only be explained by our little Mr. Wade."

Before he finished speaking, he had already pulled out his gun from nowhere, aiming at a door that looked a bit quaint.

Jian Ruo looked over in astonishment——

The door was slowly opened from the inside.

Mr. Wade Jr. looked about 30 years old, with calm eyes, neat clothes, and serious shaved beard. It doesn't matter if it's a different kind.

—unfathomable.

For some reason, Jian Ruo subconsciously felt a kind of creepy familiarity, his eyes, his behavior - the calmer the sea, the more unpredictable the danger.

"Good afternoon, both of you." He raised his head and glanced at the sun outside the window - at some point, the sun had already risen, and it looked particularly dazzling. He stretched out his hand and covered it as if he was unresponsive, "... …Oh, I hate the sun - it's not a good day, is it?"

As if speaking in ordinary words, he casually turned sideways and picked up the plate placed inside the door: "——If you don't mind, I haven't had lunch yet?"

"Of course I don't mind, you can do whatever you want." Sherlock pulled out a big smile, and then put it down, without the slightest sense of being anti-customer.

The other party shrugged, not caring at all that the muzzle of the black hole was aimed at him. He held the plate very casually, pulled away the chair in front of the long table, and sat down. He behaved elegantly and described it calmly. Steak was eaten in front of him.

Jane Ruo nervously stood beside Sherlock. She didn't feel that there was anything wrong with Sherlock who was facing an enemy. Instead, she lowered her voice and looked at Sherlock very nervously: "...Are your hands tired? Don't replace me?"

Sherlock: "..."

Little Mr. Wade let out a "puchi" laugh, he wiped the corners of his mouth, turned his head to meet Jian Ruo's gaze, saw her vigilant eyes, raised the corners of his mouth with great interest, his eyes gradually darkened, and his voice was soft Magnetic: "Dear miss, don't worry, I've always been very friendly—"

Jian Ruo subconsciously took a step back, avoiding his sight.

He was a little surprised: "Huh", his eyes became more interested.

"If you are already full - Mr. Wade." Sherlock let go of the gun in his hand, his eyes sharp, "We should talk about your affairs."

"My business?" Wade laughed in a low voice, his voice was muffled, with a hoarseness characteristic of a mature man, he raised his legs, clasped his hands on his knees naturally, and leaned forward slightly , "As you can see, my humble Charlie Wade is just one of many people."

"A member of the crowd?" Sherlock curled his lips, "—this self-evaluation is really modest. Ordinary people can't use hypnosis to kill people, can they?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about, sir." Wade didn't show any emotion, "Murder? I've never had a trace of blood on my hands."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes: "... well, that's funny - you look like you're not lying, I like your ambiguous statement of escape responsibility 'never had a trace of blood on your hands'? Killing doesn't need Do it yourself, don't you?"

"I never lie, sir." He raised his eyebrows, "I said I didn't kill anyone, then I really didn't."

"No—something's wrong." Sherlock interrupted him, with a nervous dissatisfaction on his face, "good at knife work-excellent textbook-like knife skills" His sharp eyes swept across the neatly arranged table Knife and fork, "calm and determined, even trying to hypnotize Jane just now, superb hypnosis skills - also dabbling in psychology, plus you are the adopted son of Alex Wade - completely established... ...No, no, there is no way to deduce it from you—"

It is rare for Sherlock to fall into a dead circle of logic - he has always relied on deductive methods to deduce what he has done through the details of a person - but now with this person in front of him, this kind of reasoning has fallen into a deadlock. Infinite loop, this is not the first person who made Sherlock feel the infinite loop - he became excited.

There must be something he hasn't discovered yet—

He stared at Charlie Wade with eyes that seemed to wish he could shoot x-rays through the man in front of him—to see through him thoroughly.

As a bystander, Jane's scalp felt numb - Sherlock's state made her a little uneasy, but what was even more frightening was that, facing such Sherlock, Charlie Wade still kept a proper smile.

Jian Ruo keenly felt a tense atmosphere——

Well, obvious.

She almost held her breath, and her gaze rested on Charlie Wade's face with some hesitation—almost for an instant, she saw a hideous expression on his face for a second in a trance—an illusion?

She subconsciously looked at Sherlock: "Xia..."

At this moment! !

Charlie Wade, who was sitting there, suddenly flew over, and Sherlock stepped back quickly, but Wade swung the gun hard, and the two fell to the floor with a "bang", wrestling. stand up.

Jian Ruo was affected and fell to the ground, as if there was a flash of white light, the severe pain made her fall into a situation where she could not move - her ankle was sprained, and besides that, the flying gun was also slammed Hitting her shoulder—it knocked her shoulders out for a split second.

The fight over there was still going on, Wade seemed to have completely thrown away the mask of an elegant gentleman just now, and at this moment, his face was full of malice, and he strangled Sherlock's neck tightly.

Jian Ruo was sweating from the pain, she searched subconsciously, and almost reached for the gun lying not far from her with all her strength, trembling and trying to lift it, aiming at Charlie Wade, "Bang ——" with a sound, but the pain in the shoulder and the recoil of the gun prevented the aiming head, and the bullet hit the floor less than a foot to the side of the two people - it was so close to both Sherlock and Wade that the two of them simultaneously Shocked, he stopped his movements——

"Let him go!!" Jian Ruo yelled, staring at Wade fiercely, her hands trembling slightly, she tried her best to hold the uncomfortable right hand with her uninjured left hand—God knows her hand has already Completely unconscious - as if crippled.

Wade looked at her, his face was heavy, his hand was still tightly stuck to Sherlock, but the next second he dodged - Sherlock lay on the ground, unyieldingly stretched out his hand and tried to attack him again, Mr. Wade avoided it sharply This action, he is obviously very good at fighting - plus he is a man close to middle age after all, he squeezed Sherlock's neck mercilessly, and grabbed Sherlock's head with the other hand and slammed it on the ground In the past, amidst the dull collision sound, Sherlock snorted, lost his strength, and shook his head in a daze——Charlie Wade took out a silver scalpel from nowhere, and held it against him like a threat. On the neck of Sherlock, who rolled his eyes and coughed violently.

Wade panted heavily, looking like a beast: "Okay, dear miss, you can shoot as long as you are not afraid that I will kill your boyfriend in a second."

Sweat dripped from Jian Ruo's face, and the severe pain made her face turn pale, like a patient suffering from a long illness, she forced a smile: "...the whole world knows that a scalpel is not as fast as a bullet .”

"If you can hit it with one blow—" Wade evoked the same smile, and this look seemed to make Jian Ruo see the gentleman sitting at the dining table just now.

something is wrong-

She tried her best to keep calm, and inadvertently met Sherlock's eyes. He looked a little dazed, and his beautiful and always clear eyes seemed to be covered with a light mist at this moment. He opened his mouth, as if wanting to say what.

Something is wrong—where is—?

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