[BBCsherlock] To you in my heart

Little friend Lun, facing the warm light, walked towards here with great momentum as if walking on the dividing line between heaven and earth.

Wait, are you Sherlock Holmes in case of emergency? !

Are you brothers trying to make trouble for him?

The silver-haired man hugged his head in frustration, and just crossed himself over and over again—please God!He only wants that little friend Sharon who looks harmless!Ten thousand!Don't get carried away!Amen~!

Bombs, bombs and designs ([-])

In the narrow living room, there is only room for a sofa, a coffee table, and a TV.The pillows on the sofa are weak and swaying here and there; there is a bottle of meth from the laboratory on the coffee table.Most of the spherical solid in the bottle is missing, it seems that it is a determination to die bravely even if it is to die.A white field has been circled on the floor, but the posture is a bit strange.

"Bernard Cooper (Bernard Cooper), male, aged 42, is a company clerk. He forcibly blew up a neighborhood on the street at noon and was found at home at [-]:[-]."

Lestrade closed the file, and the corners of his mouth drooped a little, "But this kind of small case similar to revenge against society won't alarm you, Sherlock?" "Revenge against society?" John asked back, Lestrade Nodding his head, the brochure in his hand was rattling: "Yes. According to the investigation, Mr. Cooper's work pressure is very high, and the monthly salary is inversely proportional to the workload. A distorted mentality, blowing up that innocent community."

"madness."

A certain detective holding the cordon and looking down at the clues sneered mercilessly.The people present turned their eyes to him in bewilderment, and Xue Lun put her hands on her hips with a smile that was not a smile: "Look, I always like puns so much." "It's true, Xue Lun." The voice raised a little, the usual low tone The cannon smelled of sunshine.

"Look here, an opened pack of smoking cessation lozenges." The marble-like pale finger pointed to the small iron box under the TV cabinet.The man stood up, flicked the ashes on his clothes, and gestured back and forth between the white line area and the box of candy: "When you die, your hand stretches forward, and the candy is not far away. Do you want to grab it, or can't?" Controlled pushing it out?"

"Push it out?!"

Everyone was startled, and a terrifying thought came to mind.Sharon continued uncertainly: "You mean, sugar is also poisonous?" Sherlock took the gloves handed over, without answering, just lazily picked up the bottle: "Use your little brains— —assuming that the unfortunate prisoner died because of the well-sealed vial—”

Tapping the bottle cap with his finger, Lestrade thought of something, and suddenly realized: "But the bottle cap is on the bottle well." "Allright."

Putting down the bottle with a sneer, Sherlock made a comical movement of twisting the bottle cap in the air and said: "Could it be that Mr. Cooper screwed the bottle back very calmly after taking the poison, and then obediently lay down on the floor to make a Nice look?"

Think about that scene... It's kind of funny, weird.

Such a thought——

"Murder." The four people spit out such a word at the same time, and Lestrade leaned against the door with some weakness: "God, those murderers

Are you rooted in London? "And it will continue to rent~" the girl joked with her mouth raised.

Sherlock, on the other hand, froze unexpectedly.John asked inexplicably: "What's the matter?" "No, just a little confused."

He also touched his nose and pulled his face very professionally, and made a very standard "confused" posture.Of course, it attracted the naked contempt of everyone: this kind of imitation of ordinary people's posture is even more shameful!

"If it was this man that Sharon saw that day." The man bowed his waist, his hair hanging down naturally.He clenched his hands slightly, "Then what made him hesitate all this time, and he was so stupidly entangled for more than a week, but finally fell into a death trap?" "Wait, Sherlock, are you thinking too much?" too much?"

The future good sister-in-law interrupted him, "Didn't Mr. Cooper detonate that community? Although there were not many households, it still caused more than a dozen casualties, right? Maybe it's...the families of those casualties did it out of anger. This matter?" "Yes, he is still a family member who is very familiar with him."

Very "kindly" and continued the conversation, although the helpless smile of "Oh my god, what can I do to save you and my sister-in-law" betrayed Sherlock. "There are no traces of fighting in the entire room. It stands to reason that a man who just detonated the building would be at least a little flustered, even to the point of mental breakdown."

The girl walked around the house, her wide sleeves fluttering uneasily, talking about something.Sherlock gave a look similar to approval, bent down to pick up the box of smoking cessation candies, and then took the small bottle of drugs on the coffee table, and carefully packed them in the bag.Ah, I can't help but want to leave~

"See you later, Lestrade." With a light whistle, an elegant sliding step flashed out of the door.Again.If you have any positive thoughts in your heart, you will never tell you right away, you must maintain the so-called mysterious style, and then choose the most appropriate and special time to tell you the truth, so that you can immediately burst out "amazing!" and so on. amazed.

Well, although he was a bit childish, once he became serious, he couldn't take his eyes off the detective.

Like this moment.

Bombs, bombs and designs ([-])

The white color that fills the entire viewing angle, and under the white color are scientifically based and even somewhat rigid instruments.Instrument bottles of various shapes are filled with colorful potions. After a long time, you will have the illusion of "juice", which adds a layer of vibrant colors to the white tone in the room.

"despair."

The liquid droplets that were stretched infinitely at the mouth of the eyedropper finally landed, blooming dizzying hues.The big, well-articulated hands trembled a little, as if they were not satisfied with the result; the veined wrists could still vaguely see the sparse pinholes left by the injection of drugs; the edge of the rolled-up sleeves had the color of burning chemical reagents; The body bowed into the shape of a black bird straightened up again.

"So, no new discoveries?" Molly, who was holding a large stack of files, greeted and entered the door, and asked casually.The experimenter stopped what he was doing, and was a little frustrated in his words: "It's still just an ordinary gun. Hmph, I thought the murderer would have some creative ideas."

"Ah, the murderer hasn't been caught yet?" Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit subtle, Molly changed the subject - of course the central issue still revolved around the case.Sharon, who was sitting on the bench helping Sherlock pass things, burst out laughing, "Oh, Molly. It's still the second day." "The second day? Not even a day! This kind of case is like a competition. The longer the better... why are you staring at my wrist?"

Seeing Sherlock move away a little bit angrily, Sharon was completely happy, but her brisk tone was full of worry and reproach: "John has gone on a date, so I will naturally take over the supervisory work. You are here Did you inject illegal drugs again in a month?" "Ah——another person who was boring to toss others, but it was half a month ago." He waved his hands angrily, and then regulated the time solemnly.It just makes people angry and laugh at the same time.

"Yes, I'm not as clever as you, my dear Sherlock. But who would have thought that young Mr. Holmes is almost blank about health?"

"Ha, at least those things would make me feel very boring. Don't you think it would be a shame if people all over the world sat upright at home all day like good babies, but their minds were empty when they sat in the office Funny scene... scene..."

I don't know what key words are mentioned.Just now, he was plausibly playing a childish quarrel game with his sister, but at this second, his pupils suddenly shrank, his lips trembled uncontrollably, whether it was excitement or restlessness.

"What's the matter?" Molly, who was standing there awkwardly, took the opportunity to ask tentatively. "What did you say?" Sherlock still turned to Sharon with an urgent tone.Sharon was baffled by him: "Health problem?" "No, it's the last few words of that sentence!"

The look of eagerly swallowing the girl was short of pinching the other's shoulders with both hands, shaking hard, shaking vigorously ==

"Er... a blank?" "Blank!"

Some of the creases disappeared, and a satisfied and clear smile bloomed on the lips: "We only pay attention to the sugar and the drug itself." He picked up the bottle and box again, and slowly rotated them in his hands.

"But some things have been overlooked. And this neglected thing happens to be the crux of the problem."

He rubbed his fists, looking eager to try. "Sherlock?" The other party didn't respond. "You found a clue?" Sharon asked curiously, but a madman who was addicted to work just waved his hand impatiently: "Goaway, Sharon."

It's come to this point, she's about to be kicked out, and it's impossible for her to get close to her to act coquettishly or something.She knew Sherlock would tell her well when the time came.

Molly drove Sharon to the gate of Barts Hospital.After saying goodbye to each other, just as they lifted their feet, the mezzo-soprano voice, as gentle as the Guqin in their hometown, mingled in the wind and came to my ears.

"Sharon, what do you think of Sherlock?"

To put it bluntly, it almost made my feet slip.Seeing that Sharon seemed to have a flash (?), the brown-haired girl waved her hands in embarrassment, even though her back was facing her:

"I'm just, just asking."

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