It's really a ghost [Comprehensive]

Scotland Yard and Sherlock are not the only ones who are concerned about this triple serial case. There is another party in another part of London who is also concerned about this serial case, more precisely, it is one of them.

In front of the computer screen, a conversation is going on:

"All possible evidence has been erased, and they will definitely not track down us and you, pro.m."

"m_: Before this missed commission, I remember someone who made such a promise."

"That's because we didn't expect Cheng Yaojin to come out halfway, Sherlock Holmes, pro.m. If you allow, then we are on call to solve this trouble."

"m_: Don't do unnecessary things, a good boy should be obedient~ Otherwise Daddy will beat you!"

"So you're willing to give us another chance to redeem ourselves, pro.m?"

"m_: But I hate idiots who are not capable enough, but think others are too capable. What should I do?"

There were no more messages in the follow-up, and the computer was called pro.m, and the dull halo from the computer screen was reflected on his face, with a embarrassed expression on his face, coupled with his The charming big black eyes, wet, made him look particularly innocent, as if he was not the one who decided the life and death of the other party in the dance room, and it was all the fault of others, who made them so stupid Woolen cloth.

Yes, all of them are idiots.

The Mr. Sharp who tried to confuse the real one was, and so was the executor who assisted him in carrying out the entrustment. pro.m pouted, and said as if muttering to himself: "Really, I thought I could develop a not-so-stupid chess piece, but who would have thought that he was so unlucky that he was hitting our great chess piece? In the hands of the consulting detective, I can only say that he is stupid, but I am his big fan~"

The pro.m who claims to be Sherlock Holmes, the world's only super fan of consulting detectives, is really not just talking.Oh, maybe we can get a glimpse of it from his other title, consulting criminals, which is also a unique profession in the world.

The great Mr. Convict Convict, Jim Moriarty, deals with all things crime-related, and his business is like a commission from Andy Sharp - "Dear Jim, can you help me get The Hawker property?" Of course it's a small business, but it's been screwed up by a bunch of idiots, which makes Jim a little unhappy.

A little unhappy Jim turned off the message board and called up another follow-up material. After seeing a photo that appeared on the screen, he suddenly puffed up his face childishly.

In the photo on the screen, a young man with dark curly hair leaned over to kiss a dark-haired Asian girl.I have to say that this photo was captured very well. First of all, since it was a superficial kiss, the timing was well grasped. Third, with the surrounding scenery, the atmosphere revealed in the photo is particularly warm and romantic, which makes people see The kind that can't help but smile.

Jim didn't look puffy anymore, he grinned, showing a mouthful of white teeth, "hmm, I'm still very satisfied that I got the nickname 'the virgin', but why are there so many around so soon? Nickname buster, didn't the 'Iceman' do something? Let little Jim see what's special about Miss Nick Buster." He put his hand on the on the keyboard, and soon he will have all the information he wants.You must know that in the Internet, he is the king!

Because the consulting criminal gave the order, no pawns in his criminal network dared to do unnecessary things, but the consulting detective's investigation was not so...smooth:

Mrs. Hudson knew that the two tenants upstairs went out to investigate the case in the evening, so she didn't think much about it, and she didn't think it was wrong. Sherlock had done many outrageous things before, So much so that she calmed down.But after she had dinner and watched a TV series, she didn't hear any news of their return before she went back to her bedroom to sleep. It seemed that the case this time was quite tricky.

When Mrs. Hudson got up early the next morning, she felt that her two tenants should have returned without going to the second floor, because there was a... stench in the corridor, and she immediately fanned her nose. "My God, what did Sherlock do?"

Mrs. Hudson couldn't stand it anymore and went back to the house, but the worrying old lady still prepared tea and brought it to the second floor. After Irene came, she basically didn't have to worry about the tenant's food and drink, and she didn't have to worry about him starving herself to death one day, but today she didn't smell the smell of food from upstairs, maybe the girl was tired She couldn't get up to cook, of course, it's also possible that her nose was suffocated by the stench.

"For God's sake, Sherlock, did you bring something from the dump?"

After the landlady went up to the second floor and smelled a stronger stench, she couldn't help complaining to Sherlock, who was wrapped in a coffee-colored nightgown and lay dead on the sofa.

Sherlock didn't answer her, and Mrs. Hudson was used to it. She walked around the living room with the tea tray, but she didn't think she could find a really clean place, so she had to go to the kitchen with the tea tray.Oh, thank God, the kitchen hasn't been ravaged by Sherlock yet, but there is no sign of fire either, and Mrs. Hudson puts the tea tray on the dining table, leans into the living room and asks, "When did you two get out of here?" Came back from outside? Irene hasn’t woken up yet, right? She must be exhausted, a girl’s physical strength can’t compare to yours who jumps up and down all day long.”

Sherlock said suddenly: "That's right."

Mrs. Hudson: "Huh?"

"You're right, I stayed in the garbage dump for half an hour, and then I was lucky enough to find a pile of useless garbage." Sherlock pouted and said.

"No wonder," Mrs. Hudson was not surprised by this at all. She looked around, looked at the computer that was randomly placed on the floor, and asked, "Is this your computer? You smashed it ?”

"Do not."

Mrs. Hudson waited for a while, but she didn't wait for Sherlock's next word. She just turned around and was smothered by the smell from the trash can. "It's really outrageous." The landlady was about to go downstairs I went, and when I walked to the door, I suddenly remembered something and became excited: "So, you and Irene are really starting to fall in love now, right? It's not a misunderstanding? It's a good thing, really, but she Dad doesn't agree, does he?"

Sherlock interrupted Mrs. Hudson's gossip impatiently: "Isn't tea served with biscuits?"

"The family is gone," Mrs. Hudson said casually, and returned to the original topic. "That's how hard you need to work, and have you figured out how to date?"

"You have work to do, Mrs. Hudson."

"I didn't—" Before Mrs. Hudson finished speaking, she was stared out of the door by Sherlock who got up from the couch. He closed the door unceremoniously, and just turned around, his The bedroom door was pulled open from the inside.He and Irene, who had a dazed look on his face, turned his eyes straight after the daze, and Sherlock cleared his throat, "Woke you up?"

Irene looked left and right, finally lowered her head, and saw that she was still wearing Sherlock's pajamas, outside the shirt and black trousers she wore yesterday, she recalled, returning from the scene where Alan Blaine was killed Afterwards, she was dragged by the excited Sherlock to investigate Albert Hawke's business circle, circle of friends and circle of enemies, time passed unknowingly, and at the end, "I must have fallen asleep last night .”

"You are, at two forty in the morning." Sherlock replied quickly, and then proposed forcefully after finishing speaking: "Well, do you want morning tea?"

Erin's tone was also dry: "Mrs. Hudson sent it up?"

Sherlock still put his hand on the doorknob, motionless: "yep, but there are no biscuits."

Irene reached out and pulled Sherlock's pajamas: "Well, I think I'd better go wash up first."

"Wash? Yes, yes, we can go to the Chinese restaurant on Baker Street for breakfast." Sherlock said quickly.

"Hmm." Irene was about to go upstairs when Sherlock stopped her again, and the consulting detective said to his girlfriend with a posture of researching the case: "You don't need to feel embarrassed, we are boyfriend and girlfriend now , this is a normal thing, I mean you slept in my bedroom."

"God, I also think I must be stupid now." Erin put her hands over her face, which was now as red as an apple.

"It's pretty silly," Sherlock, who also seconded this, really saved his EQ this time, because he quickly added, "But it's kind of cute."

Irene put down her hands covering her face and looked at him. He said nonchalantly, "What are you doing standing there? Aren't you going to wash up?"

Well, EQ fell back again.

……

In the end, they went to the Chinese restaurant on Baker Street for breakfast. After all, 221b didn't fire, and the smell Sherlock brought back from the garbage dump was still lingering.He really went to dig through the garbage chute of Alan Bryan's apartment building yesterday. As he himself said, he spent half an hour 'groping and crawling' in the garbage dump, so it's no wonder the smell is good.

Comrade Xiao Ai, who finally escaped from the early love syndrome, came downstairs and smelled the smell, and finally remembered what to do, "I'll let the paper man clean it up, well, I have to say," she said Seriously, "The great Sherlock Holmes has once again made a touching sacrifice for the detective career, really."

"Shutup." This is not the compliment Sherlock wants to hear, oh, it's not a compliment either, it's clearly teasing.

Erin's eyes were sly: "I haven't finished yet."

"I know what you're going to say." After Sherlock finished speaking, he opened the door and walked out. Irene followed up with a smile, and asked curiously, "Then tell me, what I want to say."

"You want to say I've made 'touching sacrifices' and not reaped the fruits of victory!" said Sherlock, who squinted at his girlfriend and rummaged through the garbage chute for half an hour but found nothing. Not to mention being so dramatic, he counterattacked back, "I personally think this is much nobler than someone getting something for nothing. I don't know what someone thinks?"

"But the person you mentioned who got something for nothing, after she picked the fruit of victory, wanted to pass the news on more than one time to the consulting detective who was making a touching sacrifice, hoping that he would stop doing useless work, but he was ruthless. Ignore it. I don’t know about this, what do you think, Mr. Holmes?" Irene put her hand into the pocket of the orange coat she was wearing, and smiled brightly at Mr. Holmes, successfully making Mr. Holmes stretch his face.

The long-faced Mr. Holmes hurried down the stairs.

Irene also intentionally annoyed him: "The smell has spread into the corridor." In exchange for her boyfriend to say "huh"!

Well, the whole bickering between the two of them, after removing the drama in it, looks like this: While Sherlock was rummaging through the garbage chute, Irene chose the quickest way, and she asked directly what became Alan Bryan of the ghost, even though he is still obsessed with equestrian competitions after he became a ghost, he is not really indifferent to his own death.Erin learned directly from him where Andy Sharp dropped his computer and blood-spattered jacket.It took less than 5 minutes, but she sent a text message to inform Sherlock, Sherlock ignored it, and the phone call suffered the same treatment. In the end, Irene sent a paper bird.

Ugh, what a...stinky realization that really is.

After walking out of the door of 221b, the two 'reconciled', and Irene stopped teasing her boyfriend, and asked about the case: "After I fell asleep, did you find any reliable Got a clue?"

"No." Sherlock put his hand in his coat pocket, a little frustrated but more eager to say, "I think we may have gone in the wrong direction, we should not start with Albert Hawke's enemies, but should Since he died according to the original plan, and the Mr. too deep in the drama inherited his estate, who else will benefit from it besides himself. Whoever benefits the most, then he is likely to be us I am looking for a more senior gentleman. The information we can find is not enough, I plan to visit the housekeeper after breakfast, and I think he will be happy to provide more information."

"Well, I suppose so. I won't go with you."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

"The evidence we obtained yesterday is enough to list Mr. Sharp as the number one suspect in the robbery and homicide case. I think I can submit this part of the report to Inspector Lestrade." Irene explained. The evaluation of her boyfriend is: "boring."

Little did they know, Inspector Lestrade was on a rampage at Scotland Yard!