[BBCsherlock] To you in my heart

He made a heartfelt evaluation: "It's a great place, the color is simple and warm, it's very suitable for an elderly person like me, the coffee... the taste is really mellow." He smiled dryly, maybe the air conditioner was turned on too cold, fingers Trembling, he raised his glass and took a sip.

Cheryl tilted his head left and right, rubbing his hands: "That's right, and the sound insulation here is also very good. It's really suitable for listening to a prisoner's confession."

"Whoa-"

When putting the quilt, accidentally, the cup touched the checkered tablecloth and almost fell to pieces. "Mr. Sherrill—" the middle-aged man's thick and bushy eyebrows immediately stood up, and his lion-like face turned red, "This joke has really been played!"

"Mr. Leonstall." Sherrill tapped on the table and let out a lazily breath, "Is it a joke? You'll know after listening to me?"

The poor, tall police officer was livid.He muttered, "I don't understand."

"The death of Mortimer Reggennis, sir."

Fortunately there were no ladies present.Otherwise she would have screamed.Stedale's ferocious face suddenly turned crimson, he stared, and the veins on his forehead swelled up.He clenched his fists and rushed to Sherlock.Then he stopped again, trying to maintain a cold and rigid calm.This look seemed more dangerous than his being furious.

"I don't want to hurt you, Mr. Sherrill."

"I don't want to hurt you either, Mr. Leon. You see, aren't we trusting each other sitting in the coffee shop? And I didn't call the police, as you know best."

The middle-aged man was tongue-tied for a moment, anxiously clenched his rough hands, and let them go again. "What do you mean?" he asked at last. "If you're trying to intimidate me, Mr. Sherrill, you've got the wrong subject. Stop beating around the bush. What do you mean?"

"It's a hypothesis, sir. Suppose . . . you murdered Mr. Mortimer."

"I was at the time of the crime—"

"You are a policeman. You must have the confidence to produce an alibi. Unfortunately, you found Mr. Mortimer in the afternoon and stayed with him until shortly before the crime."

"how do you know?"

"I'm following you."

"God! I'm the police! I don't see anyone!"

Sherlock was very pleased with the response.He chuckled hypocritically: "So now, do you still have your alibi?"

The other party was speechless. "You did a good job like a devil..." Mr. Leon seemed to lose his strength, and fell headfirst on the single sofa.Shrugging, Sherlock took out another small transparent plastic bag.

"This is the physical evidence, sir." There was some residual powder in the bag. "You dropped it by accident—well, can you tell me your motive now?"

He sat in thought, covering his face with his hands.On a sudden impulse, he took a photograph from his breast pocket. "That's my motivation."

Sherlock propped himself up on the table for a while, and then said firmly, "Brenda Tregennis." "Yes. I love her. We have always been in love. Even when she was working in Russia, we kept in touch. But there had been quarrels in the family over money, which had alienated Mortimer. They were said to have reconciled, so I was near to him afterwards, as I was to my other brother. This incident made me suspicious of him, but I don’t have any reason to quarrel with him. And he actually stole this LSD-like powder from me to do this kind of thing!”

Leon patted the table excitedly and clenched his fists: "The situation is just as you said, Mr. Sherrill. Of course, the proprietress of the inn also knows all this. But she did not participate in the murder. She is a good person, she knows me and the poor Brenda is in love..."

"I know that." Sherrill responded coldly, "The person who should have called the police the most did not notice the sirens. It is indeed doubtful."

After all, he stood up and opened the door.

"Wait, sir!" Leon asked full of doubts, "You...don't hand me over to..." "You are a policeman yourself, you know what to do." The deep voice raised several octaves, It sounds so refreshing.

"I will not comment on the motive of this kind of love. My actions are free, and my investigation is also free. Just give the murderer an early execution."

"It can be seen, sir." Leon was grateful for his actions, and at the same time smiled meaningfully, "Although you behave politely, you are not easy to be emotional. But if one day you also fall in love with someone , you will do the same."

The door was closed gently, as if no one had been there.

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Saying goodbye to the bewildered prisoner and police officer, Sherlock put on his glasses again.

He looked towards the opposite street, and he saw the girl who had quarreled with her not long ago walking slowly on the one-way street alone, holding the bright yellow umbrella that saved her own life in her hand.

Tsk, it's been a minute and I haven't noticed that I'm looking at her.

What a silly girl.

From the very beginning, this was a "premeditated" drama.If he hadn't noticed the small plastic bag accidentally revealed by the police officer, he wouldn't have stayed in the hotel.Of course, he never expected to see his little sister here.

To make matters worse, the little sister didn't seem to recognize him at all.

Although he knew that his makeup skills were second to none, but he rarely expressed this kind of unhappiness from the bottom of his heart.Moreover, all the unhappiness was caused by this girl!

When they finally had close contact, he subconsciously felt that something was wrong.It's not the detective's innate sensitivity, but a sense of weirdness that anyone with a discerning eye can detect after careful consideration.Even though there was a height difference of almost [-] centimeters between the two, this face did not look like the one I had seen not long ago.The girl's face was obviously childish, and she looked at him with completely unfamiliar eyes, only occasionally revealing a feeling of nostalgia.

Something must be hiding from him.

First, he hasn't received any messages from that fat man these days.Mycroft never told him that Sharon came back to Germany, and happened to be in the same city, the same neighborhood.

Second, this time should be school time, so what reason does she have to travel here with another Chinese girl?

The clues were out, but for the first time Sherlock didn't want to go into it.Occasionally, he longed for the girl to take the initiative to tell her secret.

proactive.

There's nothing nice about having things beyond your control.

"What are you doing here?"

She snorted suddenly, lowered her head slightly, and Xue Lun was staring at him coldly with narrowed eyes.He hated the look, especially the one she made. "If John was here, I think he'd write down this thrilling case and call it 'Devil's Foot.'"

Go around her and go straight ahead.

Morning is approaching.There are still entertaining organ players breaking the tranquility in the dim light.He opened one eye and watched curiously as a man and a woman turned the corner awkwardly.

Quarreling couple?

He smiled and continued playing alone.

"call out--"

"Goal!"

"Good job!"

"As expected of Carlo!"

Under the sun, the boy in the yellow and blue striped jersey high-fived and cheered with his companions.The flushed face covered up the natural freckles, and the eyes that reflected the clear afternoon sky were shining.

"Beep beep!" The referee waved at the two sides, indicating a halftime break.Carlo grinned brightly, showing his canine teeth.He trotted up to the two ladies.

"It's so dirty..." "Just go back and take a quick shower~" He took the water from Joanna nonchalantly, and gulped it down.Wiping his mouth, he turned his gaze to the black-haired girl beside him.

"Sharon? Are you unwell?"

He was a little worried.When playing football, I secretly glanced here.Sharon has become absent-minded since answering the phone, and her face is also very pale, uglier than him, a fierce player who fights on the court.

The girl stroked the strands of hair sticking to her cheeks, and smiled unnaturally: "It's okay... I'll go to the school gate first."

Without waiting for a response, he walked away.I don't know what to rush for.

What are you doing.

Love and True Evil (Revised)

—Love.

Here is a small episode that must be mentioned.

When Xue Lun gave up looking for the detective who had never seen his end, she was dumbfounded when she looked back.

The brothers and sisters of the Lu family who were standing in the crowd just now were completely invisible, not to mention their figures.She hurriedly moved her eyes back and forth, but she couldn't see anything except the leaking starlight and the impressionistic background like Monet's brushstrokes.

It's like it never appeared.

Thinking about it carefully—at that time, when Sherlock, who was still "Sheryl" in her mind, dragged her out of the gas chamber in time, everything about Holmes was suddenly updated in her mind.Whether it is my own childhood experience or some recent adventures, the center of the story is active in England.

At first, it was as illusory as another person's memory, but as the labor pain from the shoulder and the majestic bass became more and more outstanding, Sharon realized that Sharon Holmes and Fu Xuelun were one person.

Those... were originally her memories.He touched the small pinhole on his arm, which he hadn't noticed for a long time, and his eyes sank.

Does this have anything to do with James Moriarty?After all, that person said to himself "Because of your arrival