[Detective Sherlock] High IQ and Strengthening Department

"Why would the man come after destroying that nail?"

John still doesn't understand that Mi Xiao asked Sherlock for nails and then ruined his behavior.

At this time, they had already left the home where they died, and went to the restaurant where the employer was. Mi Xiao raised her finger between her lips and said, "This is a secret, he will come."

Mi Xiao's eyes shone slightly, she was so confident.

When they arrived, unfortunately, Sebastian was having a meal with his colleagues, and seemed to have a good conversation, laughing.

With Sherlock's intervention, other employees who pointed at you unceremoniously were killed.

Great, no need to eat this meal!

Sebastian finally put down the knife and fork in his hand, a little annoyed and a little surprised.

The men all went into the bathroom, and the only woman, Mi Xiao, was left outside. Of course, she could also go in, provided that she threw her face away.

Unfortunately, Mi Xiao couldn't do it because her face was very thin.

So she couldn't hear the topic of the man in it.

Mi Xiao sat not far away and waited for them.

Sebastian, who came out first, looked serious, but when he saw Mi Xiao who was waiting, he smiled again: "Ms. Mi Xiaoxiao, I'm glad to see you. "

"Yes." Mi Xiao nodded and said, "Hello, Mr. Sebastian."

"Oh, you can actually call me Sebastian, ladies should have their own privileges." He said with a smile, but in a blink of an eye, he was serious again: "I think you went to the scene with Sherlock, I hope you didn't scare me." You, Sherlock, will never be considerate of people, even women. Unfortunately, I have something to do today, you know, see you next time, we can sit down and have a good chat."

He left in a hurry again, it seemed that it was really a matter of urgency.

As soon as he stepped forward, Sherlock and John followed.

On Sherlock's face, there was a determination that Si did not give up, as if the conversation had not been unified.

Sherlock came out, the windbreaker fluttering. He walked over without stopping, and Mi Xiao also consciously followed.

"What did he tell you?" he asked.

"He asked me to call him Sebastian, and we will have tea together next time, that's it." Mi Xiao omitted some things, such as Sherlock's bad points. Although this is true, Mi Xiao is still a little unhappy.

Why are geniuses always underestimated?There are always one or two strange names?

"That's great." Sherlock said suddenly.

"Huh?" Mi Xiao didn't know how to look over.

"Aren't you happy? Finally, there is a man who is not scared away by your strange power. He took the initiative to talk to you, and even made an appointment to have tea with you next time. This shows that Mi Xiaoxiao, you still have a woman, not a gorilla."

I said it all, don't equate her with the gorilla!

Mi Xiao's forehead bulged out a well.

"Thank you." Mi Xiao held back her anger and replied.

But she went on to say, or complained: "Compared to you, he only knows my name. You are the person who knows me best in this place, including the strange power you mentioned."

Enduring the toothache, Mi Xiao dug a hole for herself, but she obviously didn't intend to bury herself alone.

"In the beginning, sir was not scared away by my strange power, so does sir want to make an appointment with me, have tea, and talk about life?"

Mi Xiao stood at the bottom of the pit, waved to Sherlock by the pit, and shouted: Come down quickly!

Sherlock's footsteps slowed down a beat, even though he hid the small beat in time, Mi Xiao still noticed it.

He twitched the corner of his mouth, turned his head away from looking at Mi Xiao, and snorted coldly: "It's not a different matter."

"Wasn't it?" Mi Xiao's eyes widened, she thought it was absolutely true!

"He's an idiot and I'm a genius!"

"..." No, no, in your eyes, everyone is a fool, that's all.

So what's the difference?

Mi Xiao raised her hand to cover her face.

Sherlock pursed his lips, and finally asked reluctantly, "Did you call his name?"

"what?"

"Sebas." Sherlock's teeth hurt a little, and he felt disgusted by the name.

"No, no, I don't know him well, why do I call him that?" Mi Xiao asked back.

This answer made Sherlock feel slightly better, and he said, "Very good."

Oh, it's really inexplicable, Mi Xiao stood at the bottom of the pit, hugging his knees and weeping silently.

This unscientific!

Wait, did you forget about me?John silently looked at the sky, the earth, and the stars, but he just didn't look at these two idiots.

No, it seems that I used the wrong word.

The next day, good things and bad things came together.

The good thing is that John has found a new job. According to the wrong words he accidentally said, Sherlock and Mi Xiao feel that not only the job, but even the girlfriend has been found.

The bad thing is that the same case happened again.

Cases similar to suicide.

Sherlock got the news, and he immediately set off to Scotland Yard, the place where all the idiots gather.

The deceased this time was Brian Luckis, a freelance journalist. It was still his own apartment, and the door was locked from the inside.

Sherlock took the notebook, turned it around, met the police detective named Hansha, and said, "You have to admit, there are indeed similarities between the two cases."

Unfortunately...

John couldn't keep up with Sherlock.

Killed by a murderer who passed through the wall.

This sounds like a bad joke.

Sherlock ignored him and said, "Inspector, do you really believe that E. Vancon was nothing more than a suicide?"

The other party seemed to be thinking about something, but didn't answer Sherlock.

So Sherlock could only sigh deeply, he was worried about the overall level of IQ here, is this really a pass?

He can only apply to investigate one murder case, but actually he doesn't have to, because he has an older brother who is crazy about the sky. Although he unilaterally feels that the two are not compatible, he has to say that sometimes his older brother is quite useful.

... I don't know whether McCoff should be relieved, or what.

What a brat, with white hair.

They eventually got permission.

entered the scene together.

Sherlock observes very carefully. In his eyes, every item has its own brand name. Unfortunately, what Mi Xiao and the others think, if it is a saw, it is a saw, and if it is a paper ball, it is a paper ball.

The world of geniuses, they really don’t understand_(:зゝ∠)_

"Four stories high." Sherlock lifted the curtains, glanced outside, the corners of his mouth curled up, showing a pleasant and mocking smile, and he continued: "So they think they can sit back and relax, hang the door chain, put the door latch, and lock it up , I thought it was indestructible..."

Well, Sherlock started laughing at the murderer again.

As for the other entrance he was talking about, no one knew where it was.

Sherlock could only put on an expression of genuine concern for you, turned his head, and said to Mi Xiaoxiao, "How did you get into the room yesterday."

Very good, Mi Xiao got the attention.

"Uh, security windows..."

Mi Xiao said a little unaccustomed.

Hey, please let her be a beautiful boy quietly, she is really not used to being looked at by others, so let me give you back the aura of the protagonist.

lost~

But, even if Mi Xiao replied like this, no one understood, well, Sherlock can only fight in person.

Oh, yes, the neglected sunroof.

Skylight: <(￣ˇ￣)/Hi

Then Mi Xiao heard Spider-Man again, and he was still thinking about it yesterday.

Sherlock is very smart, here, Mi Xiao couldn't hold back, and praised Sherlock in his heart, he was like a moving flash point, the kind that would never go out.

Therefore, what McCoff said about self-willedness, arrogance, and finding something to make others pay attention to him is simply not true!

Mi Xiao's eyes followed Sherlock.

Inadvertently, the eyes of the two of them collided.

Mi Xiao was taken aback for a moment, but then she bent her eyes, which were full of smiles and praise.

Very good, Sherlock likes it very much. Although he avoided it immediately, the curve of the corner of his mouth still revealed his mood.

Compliments can sometimes be left unsaid.

John said that one show every day, you are enough!

Regarding the password of the graffiti, I was at a loss, and finally Sherlock said that he would seek help from someone in this area.

This decision made John's jaw drop.

For this reason, he couldn't help repeating: "What? I didn't hear clearly."

Well, Sherlock was upset, and he said he didn't want to repeat it a second time.

This looks very pleasant.

At least Mi Xiao was happy to watch.

However, her happiness was too obvious, and Mi Xiao, who was still squatting in her pit, was roughly pulled out by Sherlock.

"Mi Xiao, the Mr. Nail you mentioned hasn't appeared yet."

Mi Xiao never told Sherlock that guy's name, so Sherlock arbitrarily gave him a nickname - Nail.

It's simple, rude and tasteless.

However, Mi Xiao said that she likes 233

"No rush, he will show up." Mi Xiao said confidently, drinking the milk tea in his hand.

"It's unscientific to let the other party know just by crushing a nail, unless there is something installed in the nail." Sherlock stared at Mi Xiao, and he was not afraid that he would fall if he missed the road.

Mi Xiao felt that if that scene really happened, she wouldn't mind taking a hug, a hug, and a hug. As for the pose, please don't ask, thank you.

"Well, almost." Mi Xiao took another sip and said vaguely.

Destroying the remaining nails of the other party's thoughts is like telling him that Mi Xiao is still alive, if you want to know something, you can come to her.

But the other party obviously takes some time.

Anyway, Mi Xiao is in no hurry.

People will still be beaten in the end.

However, because of this, both she and John knew what Sherlock was partial to: drawing.

He reluctantly admitted indirectly.

After crossing the busy street, Sherlock and the others came to a secluded place behind. A young man was painting with an iron gate, a man with a pig nose and a spoof.

The most regrettable thing is that the other party can only be sure that he knows Tuqi, not graffiti.

But unfortunately, halfway through their chat, the community police came.

While running, John was still standing there stupidly.

Tsk, Mi Xiao glanced back, then turned around, took John's hand, and ran away together.

After dumping the police/police, all three of them felt a little weak.

Mi Xiao was a little dissatisfied with this, her physical fitness seemed to have deteriorated.

Mi Xiao frowned and looked at her hand. At this moment, she seemed to notice something, raised her head, and looked at the interface.

The two who were still adjusting their breathing rhythm also looked at Mi Xiaowang's place.

A person, wearing casual clothes, with long hair, looks very beautiful, but unfortunately he is a man with a flat chest and an Adam's apple.

He came over without a trace of footsteps, stopped not far away, raised his hand, his face was expressionless, and his voice was very... flat, he said: "@#!%#."

I'm sorry, John doesn't understand _(:зゝ∠)_

But Sherlock and Mi Xiao understood.

He was saying: [Long time no see, Mi Xiaoxiao. 】

Very good, the person who was still reading just now appeared.

The author has something to say: Il fan debut √

Have you noticed anything strange about Sherlock? It's obvious~

John expressed that he was heartbroken by Yixiu every day. Goodbye, shake hands and disappear.

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