[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

054.

Spencer Mond is dead.

Died on a bus heading to the airport—until the terminal, he was still sitting in that sleeping position on the seat, and when the driver called him, he realized that he had died on the bus .

"Was there anyone else on the bus at the time?"

"No more—just the driver."

"Oh, that sounds really miserable." Jian Ruo shook her head, speaking with pity, and said to Lestrade next to her, "The driver must be terrified——"

Not far away, Sherlock was asking the trembling poor driver something. The distance was too far, and if Jane could not hear their conversation clearly, she could only see the driver hunched over, holding a handkerchief and wiping it constantly. Sweat on the head.

"—I just recovered from the terrible news about a dead man, and I met Sherlock—I have to say, this is too tragic." Jian Ruo looked very understanding, "I think he must want to Resigned."

"...After what you said, I really feel that he is very miserable." Lestrade raised his forehead in frustration, "——Speaking of which, is it my illusion? I always feel that you and Xia Is there a difference in the atmosphere between Locke?"

"Your illusion." Jian Ruo didn't hesitate.

Lestrade: "..." No, such a quick answer is really suspicious.

He tried to find out something from it, but before he could ask, Sherlock over there had already walked over: "Where is the victim's luggage?"

Lestrade froze for a moment: "What luggage?"

Sherlock was impatient: "Oh, he has a plane ticket, a plane ticket from London to Rome - obviously he is going to the airport to catch a plane - I checked his booking records, he only booked a one-way ticket ——Obviously intending to wait until Rome to buy a ticket for a short-term trip. There is no need to wait until then to rule out the possibility of a short-term trip—a middle-class person who has been staying in Rome for a long time cannot travel alone without luggage.”

"—No." Lestrade said hesitantly, "actually—there's really no luggage."

The three of them fell silent for a while.

"Corpse." Sherlock said suddenly, "I want his body—where's the body? Oh—" He looked Lestrade up and down, his eyes sharp, "A new forensic doctor—?"

"How did you—?" Lestrade's eyes widened in astonishment.

"Pizza scum on the mouth - Sergeant Lestrade, who never eats much lunch, ordered a large plate of pizza today - to show his authority - considering that I suggested Sergeant Black to replace their age two days ago Aging and boozy coroner, obviously you got a new coroner - unexpectedly efficient. **! The guy took the body away - where? Private lab? Scotland Yard is so run down Has it reached the point?"

Lestrade was dizzy, and touched his nose helplessly: "...Don't be like this Sherlock. Anderson's private laboratory is indeed more professional than Scotland Yard's—you know that the recent financial allocation of Scotland Yard is not too much many."

Sherlock doesn't care about financial appropriations.

"Anderson? - It sounds like a stupid name. I really sympathize with you. Isn't there anyone with an IQ level in Scotland Yard?" Sherlock turned half a circle on the spot, with an annoyed expression on his face, "tell me his address —I don't want to see him show me his stubborn brain in the stupidest way—"

——... Sherlock is going to kill him?What to do, she couldn't help but want to light a wax for the young Anderson medical examiner who had just entered Scotland Yard.

But he joined Scotland Yard anyway, and sooner or later it was bound to happen.

Jian Ruo thought indifferently.Sherlock hurried, ready to go outside - she quickly followed: "Hey Sherlock! Have you forgotten me?"

"Jane." Sherlock paused and turned around, "You have another task."

"? What?" Jian Ruo froze for a moment, Sherlock had already handed her a note, "Spencer Mond's mental state is not good recently - the last person he saw before getting on the bus was His personal psychiatrist."

"Huh?" Jian Ruo looked surprised, "How do you know?"

"Spencer Mond's evidence—in that transparent bag with a list in it—antidepressants." Sherlock rolled his eyes, "Mond's home is not on that bus On the line, he obviously visited his psychiatrist first, and then hurried on the bus. He dragged his suitcase to see the doctor, and he did not forget this before he left. Obviously, this doctor was very important to him. important—he understands Spencer’s recent psychological condition and the two are very close—perhaps Spencer’s unilateral closeness. Nearly fifty Americans with successful careers who have just come to the UK, he is not used to British English - this man must have a gentle face that can confuse everyone. - I searched for the location of the bus passing by, new Residents, Americans, psychiatrists, you know, easy targets."

He glanced at Jian Ruo, she admired her face, Sherlock slightly hooked the corners of his lips, "—you can investigate this apparently not so simple psychiatrist, mine, assistant." Half of his face was on In the halo, there was a golden color in the eyes, and Jian Ruo was a little dazed.

He said it with a sort of Mycroft-like gesture.

...this must be her illusion.

My Sherlock's hairline is not so far back!

"What about you? Are you going to see that... Anderson?" Jian Ruo finally asked, with a bit of disbelief, "Are you sure you want to go alone? I mean——you're really not afraid of being bombarded." go out?"

——Isn't the meaning of her assistant's existence just to make up for Sherlock's messy sophistication?She helped pack up the things he didn't like to deal with. Isn't this the correct way for Sherlock's assistant to open it?

"He can't beat me." Apparently Sherlock didn't understand what Jane meant, "I know you're worried about me—it's really unnecessary—I mean, I won't be the one who gets kicked out, Jane."

—… She really wanted to light wax for Anderson this time.God bless poor Anderson for being a quick...soft bun.Otherwise, having a hard fight with Sherlock and then being kicked out of his laboratory and calling the police or something-it couldn't be more embarrassing.

Jian Ruo could imagine the other party's bewildered look.

She silently prayed for Anderson, glanced at the address on the note Sherlock gave her, and walked towards the bus stop.

——As for whether her prayers from a person who does not believe in God will have any effect... Oh, leave it to God to judge.

......

Nice little garden.

This was Jian Ruo's first impression of the psychiatrist's residence.

Generally speaking, people who carefully maintain their small gardens are not bad people... right?

Oh, of course, it’s not necessarily a bad person if you don’t ask about Little Garden—such as her and Sherlock. [Smiling]

She went in and rang the doorbell.

After waiting for a while, the door opened.

——To be honest, Sherlock has always been very accurate in reasoning, but today it is particularly accurate—gentle and gentle doctor, oh, that’s right, although this doctor is nearly a hundred and a half years old, perhaps because of this, his whole body All are filled with a kind of peaceful and wise light.

"Oh, hello, is this Dr. Lecter?" She blinked.

Lecter smiled, and stared at Jian Ruo with those inexplicably deep eyes—as if he had seen through everything: "...Yes." His voice was very soft.

For some reason, Jian Ruo found this look very familiar.

She blinked her eyes slightly, showing a delicate smile: "Hello, Mr. Lecter, my name is Jane Ruo. Oh - I heard from others that you are a very great psychiatrist - I am Said, I hope I can ask you to help me look at my situation—…Am I being too abrupt?" She showed a cautious expression, looking like those ten years old who still have children Just like a naive little girl.

"Of course not." Lecter opened the door wider and turned sideways, "Actually——I welcome it."

Jian Ruo acted like a girl who didn't know much about the world, she walked inside with her hands behind her back unsuspecting, and looked left and right from time to time: "Where should we go for an interview? ——Dr. Lecter?"

"On the left, that's where I work." Lecter followed behind without haste.

He watched the young girl walk over there. In the room on the right, the girl with blue eyes poked her head out, tilted her head, with a smile on her face: "—Dr.?"

"Two cups of coffee, dear—" Then he paused, and changed his words, "No, a cup of tea, the kind of clear tea without sugar." He looked at each other gently, "Today is really a special day, isn't it— —I didn’t expect that I could meet a former patient here, she is a very good friend, and you may hit it off very well. But I hope that after many years, she has not changed her preferences.”

"I don't think so, dear mentor—" the gentle girl blinked, "Even if she changes, she shouldn't blame an old friend who still remembers her preferences. However, I must say—by coincidence It's happened, Dr. We've known each other for a long time."

"Oh—before going to prison?" Lecter walked unhurriedly to the room where he worked.

"Yeah——" the blue-eyed girl replied in a low voice, stood up straight, thought for a while, and twitched the corners of her mouth, "—will she be surprised when she sees me? A surprise?"

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