[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

A drug cartel.

It's not easy to be happy, to be honest.Jane Ruo's opinion on this is beyond doubt—it is more appropriate for Scotland Yard to deal with this kind of obvious illegal behavior involving gangs and crimes than anyone else.

□□ is not comparable to □□ this kind of soft drug, its harm is far greater than □□, once it spreads, it is almost unimaginable.

Sherlock didn't think so—after all, he was a man who enjoyed the 7% probiotic solution, and he insisted on not telling Scotland Yard yet, and the two of them would settle the matter.

"This is not the time for individual heroism. You are an Englishman! Can't you have a collective sense?" She couldn't bear it anymore and said, "I don't want to get involved in a drug gang. The whole world knows that this kind of thing should be handed over to Come here professionally—have you ever watched a gangster movie? Can an undercover agent also follow the Basic Law?"

"You can't—I've managed to find something to pass the time, and you've got me giving it up to those idiots at Scotland Yard—oh, Jane, you're not doing me justice!"

"I thank you, don't make it sound like Scotland Yard is happy to take on this mess - please leave them a bit of this dangerous business! They are paid all day, and you do all the hard work, all over the world There are no such good things, okay? Are you a little too benevolent? You are a moral model, Sherlock? Sacrificing one of you, happiness? Shall I tell McCoff to give you an award, that is How about an award for selfless service?"

Sherlock was successfully disgusted by the word "selfless dedication", and his face looked like he swallowed a fly: "Eon! Handing over to Scotland Yard is equivalent to increasing the chances of survival for the group of drug dealers-this is second, but If I don't enjoy anything, I'll be bored to death. Seeing that the criminals in Oxford and London have calmed down, and now only this group of guys come out of nowhere, I will never give up this pastime easily-- "

Jane Ruo felt that she was about to be driven crazy by Sherlock, but seeing Sherlock's helpless and bored expression, she couldn't help but feel soft-hearted - anyway, with Sherlock being so powerful, it shouldn't be too big a deal to solve this matter Difficulties?She relaxed uncomfortably: "... Anyway, we still have to say hello to Scotland Yard..."

Sherlock's eyes lit up almost in the next moment, so fast that Jane had a kind of lie that what he said just now was to coax her to let go: "Oh, of course I will."— — after I've fixed everything.

Jian Ruo sighed: "Okay——I mean, if there is any problem, for example, if you are surrounded by a dozen big men in their den, call me, and I will come to rescue you with a gun of."

She felt that she was so handsome when she said those words.

After a pause, she added another sentence: "After all, who made the money relationship between the two of us?" When she said this, her expression was serious, as if she was the benefactor, and Sherlock was the "money relationship" like a recipient.

Sherlock rolled his eyes: "Your hypothesis has no possibility at all. It's better to say that you are a little more credible if you are the person surrounded in the middle."

Jian Ruo waved her hand and almost laughed out loud: "I'm not going—"

She stuck, and Sherlock clapped his hands, folded his arms, and flashed her an unusually broad smile.

"Fuck!"

......

Three or two pigeons fluttered up from the lawn, the sun was so bright that it dazzled the eyes.She bit her comb, sat under a tree, and tied her ponytail with difficulty.A gust of wind blew, and the leaves above her head were gradually surging like a tide, and a few dry leaves gradually fell down, swirling, and one fell quietly on top of her head. She shook her head, trying to shake the leaves down, but tried her best to stabilize Holding the hand holding the hair, the fallen leaf was as stable as Mount Tai, and refused to slide down with her strength no matter what, Jian Ruo was a little irritable.

"Jane?" A suspicious male voice sounded from the side, and she turned her head to see that it was Achilles.

She was still biting the comb in her mouth, this posture was a bit strange, Jian Ruo blinked her eyes, she never expected that it would be so unfortunate that she would run into someone she knew.

A little smile flashed in his emerald eyes, he walked over, and said softly to Jian Ruo, "Don't move." He twirled the leaf off her head.

At this time, the leaf was at his fingertips, and it looked like a handicraft—there are such people in this world. is itself, but an art.

Jian Ruo lowered her eyes, quickly tied up the ponytail, then took off the comb and put it in her bag: "What a coincidence, Achilles."

"Yes." He swept the bag beside her, "Are you here for class?"

"It's over." She closed the book on her knees and put it in her bag as well. "Just now, the sun is shining here, so I just read a book for a while. But? Yibumipishu!?

Achilles turned the leaf between his fingers. It trembled, but it didn't attract Achilles' attention at all: "Oh——I'm also here for class, Jane, are you interested in philosophy?"

Jane Ruo had already stood up, and she paused for a moment: "Uh--it's okay, our major has political philosophy courses, but I don't know much about philosophy."

"Do you want to know more? Today we may talk about the thoughts of Gottlieb Fichte. He is a very interesting person who has made achievements in many aspects." Achilles was very gentle, "I thought you'd be interested in him—"

"No need, Achilles." Jian Ruo refused embarrassingly, "I have other things, I have to go, goodbye." She put her bag on her back and shrugged, "Goodbye——"

She waved to Achilles and left the place without looking back.

Achilles stared at her, his blue eyes were pure without a trace of impurities. At this time, there was a slight hint of melancholy and sadness. He put the fallen leaves in his palm and sighed softly.

"stupid choice."

......

Sherlock lay in a pile of waste paper.

Snowflake-like pieces of paper were scattered on his body, on the sofa, and even on the carpet. It looked like a heavy snow. Sherlock was the guy who was drunk and couldn't get up in the snow.

"I hope you're still alive, Sherlock." She held on to the door, changed her shoes, and casually said to Sherlock.

Sherlock frivolously brushed away the scraps of paper on his body, stretched out his hand straight, like a dead body: "My coffee, Jane."

"Coffee?" She was a little confused, "——you asked me to bring it for you? But I didn't know anything beforehand..."

"I asked you to make me coffee an hour ago." His voice was a little hoarse.

Jian Ruo rolled her eyes and fell into thought: "...Don't you know that I don't have a mobile phone? I haven't bought a new mobile phone yet—"

"Of course I know you don't have a mobile phone. I called you several times, but you just ignored me." He sat up and stared at Jian Ruo unhappily, "Many times——"

She was dumbfounded: "I went to class early today - I was still in school an hour ago, you didn't notice it at all, did you? I greeted you before I left!"

"Really?" He paused, and waved his hand casually. "Oh, I don't know—it doesn't matter. The important thing is that I already said I want coffee, and now I don't have any."

"If you were willing to get off your sofa to make your own coffee an hour ago, you should have been able to refill your cup by now." Jane replied bluntly, "—it's too much to wait for someone who has been away for a long time to prepare coffee for you." It's unrealistic."

"You must be joking." He fell back to his original position. "I was thinking, if you noticed—"

"If you mean those messy things that you tore into shreds and sprinkled all over your body, I did notice." Jane Ruo looked very disgusted, "I said, I won't be responsible for cleaning these things, it's too Difficult to organize."

"Whatever you want." Sherlock closed his eyes, "I don't care about it anyway, oh, it doesn't affect me at all."

Jian Ruo's face darkened.

He turned his body sideways, bowed his whole body into the shape of a shrimp, reached out and pulled out a piece of paper from the table, and stretched it out high: "—this."

"What?" Jian Ruo took it in a bit of bewilderment. There were a bunch of dense English letters written on it. After reading it for a while, she felt her eyes hurt, "Forget it, I don't want to read it—"

"I found some interesting markers in the factory—it was a wild, messy place, and Spencer's house—and I brought all his notes and manuscripts."

"...how did you do it?" Jian Ruo picked up a piece of paper from the ground with a stiff expression, "Okay—you beat Scotland Yard, oh no, maybe they didn't notice At that time, I took away a bunch of things, I think this must not be obtained through formal channels-you also tore them all to pieces? Excuseme?"

"Regular channels? No formal channels—need I remind you? Spencer died of overwork, and the police have no authority over any of his personal property—everyone is informal."

"But he always has relatives? His wife—"

"GOD! His wife doesn't care who moved his belongings!" Sherlock interrupted Jane, "In fact, she didn't live there after Spencer died-seriously, it's my fault." Work provides a lot of convenience.”

"Sounds like Spencer is a poor guy." Jian Ruo shook her head, a little sympathetically, then cleared her throat and raised her tone, "so——did you find anything from these things?"

"About that drug cartel." Sherlock paused, "Based on those ambiguous statements and all the effective information I got from my eyeliner, I already have a preliminary guess—about their lair."

"So we should call the police now?" Jian Ruo smiled a little.

"Oh—we haven't really arrested them yet." Sherlock flatly refused, "I've already had several plans, how to quietly sneak into the opponent's lair, and kill them all in one pot." He jumped up excitedly , looking radiant, walked back and forth in front of the sofa uncontrollably, with the wine-red nightgown thrown behind him, looking very elegant, "——Several scripts! You said that you pretended to be their loyal customers and slowly How about gaining trust? - but it's going to take a little while, maybe I can get into their organization through the young people who are lying around and taking drugs in the underground streets of London and then catch them unawares - oh, what are you doing, Jane!" He didn't Happily catching the pillow that Jian Ruo threw towards him.

"I'm interrupting the process of an Oxford student's self-degradation—" Jian Ruopi smiled.

"Oxford? What's that? Boring!" Sherlock threw the pillow back on the couch. "I'm going to solve a case! I'm going to explore! I'm going to have a drug solution—oh, Jane! It's a drug! Not milk!" He stared Jian Ruo walked towards the figure of the refrigerator without hesitation, and the next second the painful

"I didn't say it was for you." Jian Ruo took out a bottle of milk and took a big gulp, "Can't I drink it?"

Sherlock: You have changed, you are no longer the Jane you were before.

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