It's really a ghost [Comprehensive]

Irene didn't know that Sherlock had misunderstood. She folded the paper bird and turned the paper bird into the appearance of a squirrel to inform Yunniang that they were the real client of the case, so she concentrated on analyzing the case. After all, Sherlock had set a time limit for her.

Sherlock habitually placed his hands in a tower shape, and his eyes fell on the bracelet with jade beads on his wrist, his mood became more mixed.He stretched out his hand to take off the bracelet, but in the end he just hid the bracelet in his sleeve, as if out of sight and out of mind.Sherlock pressed his jaw, closed his eyes and began to deduce in the thinking palace... the case file he just read.

The coroner's room in Scotland Yard was blown up, and the blast hole was opened from the body freezer, and someone had hidden the bomb in the body.According to the damage at the scene, it was a bomb the size of a loaf of bread. If a few human organs were transplanted, the bomb could be put into it.

"Your eyes are so beautiful." It was the first time someone complimented him like that, and other people would not like his eyes. Their little secrets that they took pains to hide were always hidden in their eyes.

no no.Why bomb the morgue?At that time, there were five dead bodies in the morgue. They were members of a gang who were shot dead in the exchange of fire between two gangs. Blowing up the morgue destroys the evidence, smart idea, no?

"Your way of thinking is amazing, can I learn it?" It turns out that teaching her is not like teaching a goldfish to climb a mountain. She can keep up with his thinking from the beginning, can't she?She is a one-of-a-kind goldfish.

no no.Back to the case, the bomb that came in hidden on a homeless man, it was plastic explosives, the most regulated commodity, you needed a license to buy it, there were records kept to trace it, as long as it wasn't So stupid criminal syndicates would avoid using it, wrong direction.So what's the point, the bum, yes, the bum who got killed and hid the bomb, is he really just an insignificant means of transport?

"Sherlock Holmes, Mr. Holmes, will you let me eat you?" In his ears, this was the most beautiful confession, no, no, no, obviously not, she was just joking with him, whatever it was , is not a confession.After careful observation, he could see it, but why did he think it was a confession?

Paper birds, and that paper bird.

The tramp has a name, what is his name?It doesn't matter, what happened to him?

"Sherlock?" Her voice entered his mind palace again. It had never happened before. Why?

Feelings are a disadvantage.

Another person's DNA was tested on the wreckage of the homeless man, and the connection was already obvious.Sherlock, the answer is right under your nose, say it!

There's no advantage in caring too much.

"Sherlock, you're distracted again."

Sherlock denied that answer, and he said categorically as if trying to convince himself: "No, all emotions are contrary to the rationality that I regard as supreme. This is impossible."

Irene, who called Sherlock twice and didn't see him come back to her senses, suddenly heard what Sherlock said when she came back to her senses, she frowned in confusion, and she spoke slowly : "Sherlock, I just want to tell you that the paper bird I sent to inform Yunniang was caught by..."

The reason for the pause in the middle was because she knew who was catching the paper bird, or who was behind the scenes.But it was because she knew that Irene was puzzled. It wasn't that she hadn't made paper dolls or birds before, and it wasn't that she hadn't sent them out before. But why did Mr. Holmes catch the paper birds she let out this time? ?Is it a curiosity attack and want to do some research?

Sherlock finally realized that this was not simulated in his thinking palace, it was Irene who was talking to him in reality, he blinked slowly his eyes became like a deep pool of stagnant water because of being immersed in the thinking palace eyes, looked at Irene who was more lively and bright than in the thinking palace.He put his fingers on his wrist subconsciously, and then he felt his heartbeat accelerate, and saw his dilated pupils in her black and white eyes.

His body betrayed his heart.

His rational mind is also turning against him.

This all shows the fact that he cares about her.

"Sherlock?" Irene stretched out her hand and shook it in front of Sherlock's eyes. Sherlock used strong self-control to bring him back to normal. With a poisonous tongue: "Don't act like a fool."

"Obviously something is wrong with you." Irene put down her hand and muttered.

Sherlock tried his best to pretend not to care and asked, "What's wrong with me?"

Irene didn't know what kind of battle Sherlock had before, she replied with a chuckle: "It's nothing, it's just that it's rare to see you distracted."

"I don't, I'm just thinking in my thinking palace." While Sherlock breathed a sigh of relief, he felt lost at the same time. This kind of emotion that fluctuates with a person's emotions is really too strange, and it bothers him. He, as he said just now, this is contrary to the rational thinking he pursues.Wait, he said it?Erin heard?

"Thinking palace?" Irene came into contact with this word for the first time, and she could understand what it does through the literal meaning. It can be said that Sherlock opened a door to a new world for her. She leaned close to Sherlock, Eyes flashed with anticipation and longing, "Sherlock, can I do it?"

It was rare for Sherlock to go online and say, "I can help you."

"Great!" Irene smiled, and the corners of Sherlock's mouth were raised slightly by her infection. After he realized it, he flattened it, but he didn't have to bother to calm down the rising mood in the next moment. , because Comrade Xiao Ai said in a very unsightly manner: "So, when you are building your thinking palace, is it also McCaw who is helping you?"

Sherlock: "..." Damn it, Irene really hit the nail on the head!The fact that "Mycroft is smarter than Sherlock" really made the consulting detective very uncomfortable. He tried his best not to admit it, and finally gave an understated reason: "He is just because he is seven years older than me. It's nothing special."

Comrade Xiao Ai also got the wrong point: "Seven years old? My God, I always thought that the age difference between you is at least one round, that is, 12 years old."

"Oh, obviously, you are not mistaken in your observations. Mycroft's mental age was already 20 years old when he was 40 years old," Sherlock, whose mental age was mostly 12 years old, said boldly, "Psychological age Age is reflected in physiology, which has created his receding hairline like a tide, but this is not bad. If you find a forehead that is so bright that it can be used as a reflector in the crowd, it must be McCoff. "

After routinely blackmailing his brother, Sherlock's mood index finally returned to the previous level. Thinking of what Irene mentioned earlier, the paper bird, his mood index dropped again, and said in a dry tone: " As for the capture of your flying titmouse, I suggest you go to my website and read a blog I wrote about the distribution of birds in England at different times and locations, and you will understand why it has been reduced to being caught. To catch such a tragic fate."

Irene had read that blog post, and now she was touched by Sherlock, she suddenly realized that the oriole she turned into a paper bird would never appear in London at this time, she flattened her mouth: "I used to It is the paper bird that turns into a squirrel. No one has ever questioned it. Well, I know it was in the past. I have never met you and someone as smart as McCoff. But McCoff took a lot of trouble to make it Catch it, what is it for?"

Sherlock automatically ignored the part of Irene's words about Mycroft, and let out a sticky snort from his nose, full of sarcasm, "The fat man has obsessive-compulsive disorder, he always puts the door knocker straight, you What's that expression?"

"Well, are you laughing at fifty steps with him?" Sherlock himself also has obsessive-compulsive disorder. Take the example of his Rye McCoff, who insisted on straightening the door knocker, but this one Just look at the door knocker at 221b Baker Street, which has been stubbornly tilted all the year round.

"...Continue to read your case file!" Sherlock seemed to be annoyed. After successfully diverting Irene's attention, a strange emotion flashed in his eyes.

"Then I destroyed the paper bird when it was sent to Mycroft?" Irene didn't rush to continue reading the case file, so she spoke to Sherlock in a discussing tone.

Sherlock, who was about to think deeply about McCoff's intentions, immediately regained his spirits when he heard Comrade Xiao Ai's words: "The more dramatic the better, McCoff likes to make things dramatic."

After a moment of silence, Irene once again stated an undeniable fact: "In fact, you are too."

Sherlock: "..."

Irene remembered what Sherlock had done, plus what Inspector Lestrade said, and blurted out some words unconsciously: "But it's kind of cute."

Sherlock turned his head to look at her suddenly, realizing that Irene who seemed to have said something stupid: "...Don't you like the comment of being cute? Is that funny? Childish? Stupid?...Don't pay attention to what I said, delete it Bar."

Comrade Xiao Ai, who felt that she was really stupid, really wanted to find a way to get in, oh, she could really escape, but wouldn't that be a cover-up?

Sherlock turned his head away and put his clasped palms against his mouth, hiding the corners of his grin well.

After 2 minutes of such a 'tricky' atmosphere, Irene, who finally struggled out of the unspeakable embarrassment, tried to pretend that nothing really happened just now and said: "um, so what do you think? I mean dramatic .”

Sherlock turned his head, his eyes sparkled, he was very eager to try this matter: "You have to tell me carefully about the performance of the paper bird you made."

"How about I tell you if the time you allow for this small chat is not included in the half hour?" Irene was also very interested in this, and by the way, bargained with the more energetic Sherlock.

——So, Comrade Xiao Ai is a Mr. Detective who has been concentrating on making trouble for his brother for 100 years. Has he also assimilated into a little troublemaker?Tomorrow the British government may have to make another appointment with the dentist, poor dentist.

……

Lestrade was woken up by the sound of 'click', 'click' and rustling. He opened his eyes with difficulty, and was still dazed when he heard a very annoying voice: "Boss, When I came to work and saw your beautiful sleeping face, I suddenly felt that the sky was so blue, the clouds were so white, and the flowers were so red."

Lestrade felt a sudden pain in his temple, he gritted his teeth and said: "Anderson, shut up!"

"The world is so beautiful, but you are so irritable, boss. It's not good. Oh, Scotland Yard is drooling. jpg Five consecutive shots have been obtained√" Anderson put away the phone he used to take pictures, and was almost killed by Scotland Yard head-on. The report that Cao casually threw over was all over his face.

"Boss, are you coming home from get off work and back to Scotland Yard?" Anderson picked up the report and asked.

Lestrade was shocked, and looked at Anderson with the eyes of an alien: "Did you observe it?"

Anderson rolled his eyes unscrupulously, "I don't know what made you say such an idiot, boss, but please, my eyes are very good, I can see that you are still wearing pajama pants, so fashionable that I can hardly recognize you .”

Lestrade looked down, sure enough, he got up from the bed in the middle of the night and came to Scotland Yard in such a hurry that he didn't have time to change into his pants!But Sherlock and Irene didn't even remind him a word.Oh, it's going crazy!Wait, Sherlock was put in the evidence room by him, I don't know if this guy left or not!This time, Lestrade was completely awake, and he covered his forehead in pain and moaned: "God bless Scotland Yard."

"Boss, is this a novel prayer ceremony?" Anderson said meanly, Lestrade put down his hands and looked at him expressionlessly, "I need a document, you can go to the evidence room and help me find it Come."

Anderson muttered, "Who made you the boss?" while walking towards the evidence room on their floor.

Lestrade was watching from behind, and when he heard Anderson howl like a bitch, Lestrade's heart was in his throat. There are three consequences of this situation: Sherlock didn't leave, the evidence The room was ruined & Sherlock didn't go & the evidence room was ruined.

Anderson stopped in the middle of howling, and shouted: "Come on, look, the freak is coming to Scotland Yard!"

Lestrade staggered and almost fell.

——It's sure that Sherlock and Irene haven't left yet.

Anderson wanted to yell again, but Lestrade didn't care that he was still wearing pajama pants, so he ran over and yelled at Anderson, "Shut up!" Fortunately, it was still early at this time, and only three or two kittens came to the police station Only, otherwise the fun will be great.

"Boss, how desperate are you to let Sherlock and his girlfriend into Scotland Yard?" Anderson slammed the door of the evidence room with a blank expression, and pointed the cannon at Lestrade. Germany.

"Do you think I want to?" If he really can't come, then he can't think about it, Lestrade rubbed his face, "What's going on inside?"

"Oh, they're wearing clothes." Anderson said dryly.

Lestrade: "..." Now he can understand the reason why Sherlock and Anderson can't get along. One has water to drink, and the other has no water to drink. Lestrade twitched at the thought The corner of his mouth twitched, "I mean, is the evidence room okay?"

"How do I know." Anderson said confidently, "I saw the freak and his girlfriend lying on the table head to head, and my cpu stopped spinning."

Lestrade choked out angrily: "Single-core."

Anderson: "...Actually, it's dual card dual standby."

The two of them looked at each other for a while, and Anderson spoke first: "Oops, I forgot to take a picture."

Lestrade: "... Seriously?"

Anderson pretended to lean against the door of the evidence room and said, "Boss, you don't know this, do you think that the gossip about "the freak has a girlfriend" is spread, how many people in Scotland Yard believe it?" No picture There is no truth, ah, ah—”

The door of the evidence room was pulled open from the inside, and Anderson, who lost his support, slid down.

The "culprit" leaned out with his curly hair stretching his teeth and claws, and laughed early in the morning: "Look who this is, who has lowered the London IQ street Anderson. I just heard you say 'there is There is truth', huh, it's because you are such a two-brained idiot that you let off one murder after another. Remember the murder that happened on Northentine Street in November last year? Oh, it seems that you still need me to provide a few more keywords before you can remember. The victim was found by neighbors and stabbed to death in the apartment, and the apartment was robbed. At first you thought it was a robbery murder case, and later in A bloodstain was found at the scene of the crime, and after DNA analysis, it was found to belong to a woman who had nothing to do with the victim. It was verified that the woman was on a business trip abroad at the time of the crime, and she had sufficient alibi, so the case was announced as a matter of course. It’s not broken, remember now?”

Lestrade didn't care about Anderson. He asked, "You mean her alibi was faked? She didn't go abroad, and the one who went abroad with her passport was someone else pretending to be her?"

Sherlock commented: "It's wonderful."

Lestrade was delighted: "Really?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes under his nose: "Of course not."

Lestrade: "..." How could he not learn the lesson!

Anderson, who fell miserably, got up strong, and said in a strange way: "Then tell me what's going on!"

Anderson attracted all of Sherlock's firepower as soon as he spoke, and he was not in a hurry to announce the answer, but, "Five forensic reports, sixty misspelled words, 23 grammatical errors, and six improper use of technical terms , which is also very exciting, isn't it?"

Anderson: "...Oh, really? The report I wrote won't catch your eyes, so don't read it. Could it be that I begged you to read it?"

Sherlock glanced at Lestrade, and Lestrade gritted his teeth: "Call back and rewrite, Anderson, don't talk, let Sherlock tell what happened in that case."

Anderson: "..." He must not be born to Scotland Yard.

The victorious Sherlock showed a deliberately enlarged smirk, a smirk that made people itch, "Speaking of which, you detected the neighbor's fingerprints at the scene of the crime, why didn't you suspect the neighbor? Oh, I see, they He's a neighbor. It's normal to leave fingerprints in each other's apartments. What a directional thinking. But if you really didn't rule him out so quickly and check his medical records, you would know that he was in He had leukemia three years ago and received a bone marrow transplant."

Lestrade had a look of "that's it", but Anderson came to his senses and said a little excitedly: "I see! Boss, what is your expression? You can't lower the IQ of Scotland Yard by yourself and don't allow others Standing out."

Lestrade immediately huh: "You write your report! Sherlock, tell me." He couldn't do anything to the mean-spirited Sherlock, but to the same mean-spirited Anderson, huh, a high-level official crushes people Do not you know?

Anderson: "..."

Sherlock, who won another round indirectly, got cheap and behaved: "Since you have said that, Gordon, then I will continue to talk, anyway, I will finish soon."

Lestrade: "..." Who the hell is Gordon?

"The side effect of bone marrow transplantation is that the donor's body will start to produce the donor's DNA. Yes, the bone marrow produces blood cells, so the recipient will flow blood with the same DNA as the donor. Look further down, and you will know The woman who is not connected to the victim is a neighbor, the bone marrow donor of the real murderer."

As soon as Sherlock finished speaking, Anderson, who finally found a chance to interject, said angrily: "This is what I want to say! Boss, do you know? It's your selfishness that makes Scotland Yard lose a great opportunity to clean up its lack of professionalism." . " As he spoke, he still glared at Inspector Hao with resentment.

Lestrade's head was full of black lines, and he had provoked whomever he had.

How could Anderson forget Sherlock? As soon as he turned his head, he saw Sherlock's face filled with "goldfish is a goldfish, never surpassed", and his combat value was blessed, "whatever you want to say, freak Is it true that there is a picture? In relation to what we were discussing before this, can I think that you and that beautiful Asian lady are not actually boyfriend and girlfriend? It can’t be that you have a crush on someone, right? ?”

Lestrade wanted to say that they had made an appointment to open a room, and whether they were boyfriend and girlfriend, and whether Anderson could say something reliable, but he didn't miss Sherlock's fleeting and uncomfortable expression, and roughly I was dumbfounded thinking about it, and opened my mouth, "You you you you——"

Anderson continued to tease, "Or is it because you caught her in some way that she had to act with you? Could it be that I was right? I just said how can there be a beautiful girl who can stand you for a hundred years?" A rare gem that is hard to find.”

Lestrade: "..." Who is retarded!

With a blank expression on his face, Sherlock slammed the door of the evidence room, shutting out Lestrade in pajamas and Anderson with "there is only one truth".

Anderson raised his middle finger angrily at the door of the evidence room, turned around and met Lestrade's straight gaze: "Boss, why are you looking at me like that, I will be shy."

The corner of Lestrade's mouth twitched: "Look at you." After finishing speaking, he went back to his office to find a spare clothes to change on. He thought of Sherlock and Irene who had spent most of the night in the evidence room, and felt that Scotland The scene is busy, and knowing the secret of Sherlock's little bastard, I don't know if it will be silenced.Thinking of this, the good detective couldn't help... want to laugh, Holy Virgin Mary, Sherlock's secret lover who has a negative EQ and has never been in a relationship.

……

Irene and Sherlock were "fighting wits and courage" with the old cases in the evidence room until six o'clock in the morning. Irene was the first to be unable to bear the call of Duke Zhou, and fell asleep on the table.She woke up smelling the smell of food. Before she was fully awake, her nose woke up first. She wrinkled her nose cutely and took a breath, and then she heard Sherlock's deep voice: "Are you awake?"

"Not yet." Erin said vaguely, rubbing her face on her sleeves before opening her eyes, "What time is it?"

"Nine forty," Sherlock said, turning his gaze back to the forensic report in his hand, and continued without raising his head, "Are you hungry? There's only coffee and sandwiches, which Lestrade sent."

"I haven't brushed my teeth yet." Erin murmured in a nasal voice before she was fully awake.

Sherlock looked up at her: "You can choose to be hungry."

Irene was fully awake now, and naturally continued: "Or?"

The street map near Scotland Yard was loaded in Sherlock's mind, and he said slowly: "Or wait 10 minutes after we leave Scotland Yard, and then spend another 10 minutes to the nearest restaurant. Under the circumstances, according to the traffic congestion pattern in London I observed, there will be a big traffic jam today."

"It seems that I really have no choice, right?" Comrade Xiao Ai said helplessly, but she resolutely reached out to the paper bag on the messy case files and materials on the table.

Sherlock snorted softly.

"I'll never learn to use my body only as a transportation channel like you, sir." Without Sherlock's explicit words, Irene understood the meaning of his soft hum, she pondered for a while and added silently, "Maybe it's because you live in England and I grew up in China." Oh, this is the dark cuisine in the black British Empire, maybe it can't be considered black, but the truth.

"Obviously you don't have a deep understanding of British food history." Sherlock used two things at once, arguing with Irene while looking at the forensic report in his hand at a fast speed.

"Don't just say it, it's as if you understand it very deeply, um—" Irene held the sandwich with solid fillings in her hand, and after observing the restaurant logo on the coffee cup, she made a tangled monosyllable.

Sherlock was not surprised that Irene found out that the food was not from Scotland Yard, and was a little surprised by her reaction: "What?"

"Now I feel guilty for the prank I played on Mycroft. You know, cannibalism." Irene's answer received Sherlock's disapproving glance.

Mr. Detective, who has worked against his brother for 100 years, did not have the slightest sense of guilt because he drank the coffee sent by his brother. Not only that, but he also sent his brother to give him food Just in case the good intentions of my younger brother starved to death in Scotland Yard were distorted into the sinister intentions of the British government, and instilled it into Comrade Xiao Ai: "I hope you now have the understanding that McCoff is an out-and-out control madman, and It wasn't just because of a small favor that you were bought off, and you will retreat steadily in the future, and there will be no scum left to be used by the fat man. What are you thinking?"

Irene swallowed the food in her mouth before she spoke slowly: "I was thinking about the nicknames you gave Mycroft, you see, as far as I know, there are Big Devil, British Government, Fatty, and now there are more A control freak—"

"What exactly do you want to express?" Sherlock, who didn't achieve his desired goal, glared over.

Irene originally wanted to say that he was really childish, but the silly words she said last night jumped out, and without thinking about it, she found another reason to prevaricate Sherlock: "Um, you have a special nickname skill ?”

Sherlock narrowed his eyes: "No, that's not what you wanted to say at first."

What follows is an extremely childish conversation——

Irene firmly denied Sherlock: "Yes."

Sherlock affirmed his observation: "No."

Erin emphasized her tone and still insisted on what she said: "That's right."

Sherlock frowned, as if to confront Irene: "Obviously not."

Irene still wanted to continue to deny it, and when she came to them, Lestrade, who could be shown across a door, couldn't bear to hear: "Are you two elementary school students?" Such a naive conversation can still Let the flash bombs out, and there is no one left for this couple. Lestrade, who has the highest EQ among the three, now understands that this is not Sherlock's secret love, this is clearly the rhythm of two-way secret love!

Mr. Inspector, who had been in the dark for less than an hour, resolutely plugged it in as a light bulb, no, he was talking about business: "Can you two change places? The police officers in the evidence room are afraid to come in and work. In fact, the whole of Scotland I can’t even work at the Yard with peace of mind.” Thanks to Sherlock for his dominance at the Yard for the past four years, and Anderson for his big mouth.

The domineering Sherlock gestured to Lestrade for the boxes piled up beside the table, and said without sincerity: "Oh, don't worry, they will be at ease."

Irene glanced at it, and explained to the inspector that the premonition came true: "This is the old case that Sherlock and I solved yesterday. The suspects, motives, and feasibility evidence are all listed one by one. Now What is needed is for the detectives to do further investigation and implementation, and bring the perpetrators who are at large to justice.”

Lestrade had mixed feelings for a while. He didn't know whether to be grateful to Irene for being so eloquent and for doing such a detailed job-of course the inspector knew that Xiao Ai was on the list of comrades, could it be Sherlock? It has been set off to the professional quality of Scotland Yard in the Mariana Trench.

Sherlock, who seemed to know what the inspector was thinking, sneered, "Silence speaks louder here".

Lestrade ignored it stubbornly. He looked at the pile of files scattered on the table and thought he had better ask: "What about these?"

When it was time for Sherlock to speak, he turned a deaf ear again. Lestrade gritted his teeth and beat up the sack sooner or later. Fortunately, as the assistant of the consulting detective, Comrade Xiao Ai spoke in time: "There are three cases that are Sherlock thinks that the score is above eight, oh, now it is four." During the period, Sherlock glanced at her lightly, and Comrade Xiao Ai observed it before changing his words, "On-site investigation is needed to make the final Finalized," Irene raised her wrist to check the time, "give us another 4 minutes, I think it will be fine."

Sherlock had previously said that the second option to fill his stomach was to wait 10 minutes, and now 6 minutes have passed.

Erin also asked Sherlock for confirmation: "Really, sir?"

Sherlock twitched the corner of his mouth reservedly, "Indeed."

Lestrade's face was expressionless, and he thought in his heart that he had seen a ghost: look at the tacit understanding between the two of them, the flirtatious flirtation, hehe, this is the first time he has seen a secret love turned into a passionate love!

The detective, who was no longer looking for abuse, showed his power, hugged the box on the ground, and said to the duo who were immersed in their own world: "I will give you four minutes in the evidence room, please don't be polite."

Saying that 4 minutes is 4 minutes, Irene doesn't have much to do, she is in charge of eating and drinking, and in the last half minute, she directs the paper figurine to 'restore the evidence room'.

Sherlock, who was wearing a coat and a scarf, cast his eyes on the light coming in from the crack in the door of the evidence room, and walked over like an agile big cat without making any noise, waiting for Irene to put away the paper figurine. After getting up, he suddenly opened the door of the evidence room.

Listening to the corner outside the door, Anderson, who didn't have time to retreat, landed freely again. He raised his face and met Sherlock's pair of shiny Oxford leather shoes. He didn't want to look up.

Sherlock didn't even give him the white of his eyes. He went around in a circle, like whack-a-mole wherever he went, and the gophers shrank into their holes one after another. Here, they shrank back behind the grille in the office area.Sherlock also greeted politely: "Oh, maybe I should say good morning."

In politeness, the benevolent see benevolence and the wise see wisdom.

Lestrade, who judged Sherlock's haunting based on the outside situation, leaned out and saw Anderson lying on the ground. After thinking about what was going on, he immediately shouted: "Anderson!!!" Scotland Yard's century-old reputation... It's over.

Anderson "crashed" to get up, leaning against the wall, trying to pretend that nothing happened before, and this is the best way to deal with it now.

Sherlock didn't bother to pay attention to him, and Irene, who came out two steps behind, still remembered Anderson. She reminded Anderson when she remembered something: "I read the forensic report with your name on it, um, I suggest you take it back and rewrite it. Typos and incorrect grammar."

After speaking, he followed Sherlock in front, leaving Anderson in a mess in the wind at the door of the evidence room.

There was no sound in the office area, except for the footsteps of Mr. Detective and Comrade Xiao Ai, who seemed to be in no one's land. As they walked forward, someone behind them saluted them.Sherlock didn't look sideways, and when Irene noticed it, she turned her head to look back, her eyes narrowed, and she said in a daze, "Good morning...?"

——Do you want to be so unanimous?

Before leaving Scotland Yard, they still greeted Inspector Lestrade who welcomed them in. The inspector looked at the pair of evil stars with a look of lovelessness, "I really don't need to greet me specially." Love to go No matter where you go, no one will stop you even from the sky.

"Don't be stupid, Gal. I just came to tell you that we've taken over the fourth theft case, and you're busy anyway, so you don't have any extra energy to solve the case." As soon as Sherlock opened his mouth, he pulled out enough hatred and faced Lace directly. Trade covered his stomach with one hand, and waved like a fly with the other: "Go away." He should have said that a long time ago!

When the evil star left, the office area seemed to be turned on, and there was a bustle of voices all of a sudden.Anderson, who had lost a lot of face, held his broken heart, and came to Lestrade's desk crying: "I was unexpectedly beaten by an Asian who is not native English and has unique English learning skills. I mocked spelling mistakes and grammatical mistakes, do you know that people are hard to break! Boss, do you know? I have a very bad feeling now, and I always feel that there will be more hellish things next!"

"Oh, really? All the reports were typed back and rewritten and rewritten and rewritten!" Lestrade immediately made Anderson's bad premonition come true, but would things be that simple?

……

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Three hours later, at the ups and downs of the crime scene, Lestrade stared at Anderson, who had set up the flag.