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After a night of rest and Morgan's reassurance, Shirley was in a stable mood when she arrived in Philadelphia the next day.As soon as the two of them entered the gate of the police station, a slender man in a suit with a straight stride passed Morgan by his side.He walked forward in a hurry, and at the same time looked around anxiously, and kept muttering: "...Alan Hotchner, Alan Hotchner...fbi special agent Alan Where is Hotchner..."

"Hodge?" The other party spoke with a pure London accent, Morgan frowned, and looked at Shirley who was also puzzled.When he was about to stop the man, the man had already rushed to the inspector. Morgan and Shirley looked at each other curiously and followed him, then heard him say, "Hello, inspector, I know you are busy with things like divorce assignments. Family matters of the property. But would you mind telling me where FBI special agent Alan Hotchner is first, I have very important information for him. Considering that this involves the security issues of the United Kingdom and the United States, I think You sure won't mind."

"What?!" The man's speech was fast but his words were very clear. The tone was different from what people are used to hearing, and it immediately attracted the attention of most people in the police station hall.The environment was quiet for a second or two, and the inspector who was exposed was so angry that his head was about to smoke, he lowered his voice and argued, "My family is doing well!"

"Except for the fact that you were kicked out by your wife, and you have to go through legal procedures after refusing her request for divorce, I think it should be fine." The man seemed to be unable to sense his emotions, and added a few words before turning quickly. Back on topic, "Okay, we're getting a little farther. So where's FBI Special Agent Alan Hotchner?"

"I don't know!" The unremarkable expression on the man's face made the inspector realize that there was no need to try to defend him. He suppressed his anger and walked to his side, saying viciously, "I haven't received any information about the British or It is an instruction of national security, so you can find whoever you want, and you can find it yourself! Bloody gay!"

"I'm straight." Seeing that the inspector who put down his words bumped into him and then walked away angrily, the man turned around in a daze, glanced at his back and then said in a daze: "Better than Scotland Those idiots in the field still can't see the situation clearly, and they have a bad temper, no wonder your wife wants to divorce you."

After watching this scene, Morgan shook his head amusedly and looked at Shirley.However, she saw that she retreated behind him with some vigilance in her eyes, and followed her gaze in confusion.Seeing that the man was shifting his gaze towards himself, he shook his arms, raised his chin and asked, "Is the person you're looking for Agent Hotchner from the Behavior Analysis Team?"

"Exactly." Hearing Morgan's serious business, the man put his attention away, took a few steps towards him, and stretched out his hand, "I am Sherlock Holmes, from London, England. I have been instructed by the country to investigate a transnational crime." Organization, I think Agent Hotchner should have received the message."

Morgan frowned, held his hand, and heard Shirley's voice next to his ear when he was still confused, "See you later."

"..." Morgan tilted his head worriedly, quickly withdrew his attention, and pursed his lips at Sherlock, "Derek Morgan, a member of the behavior analysis team. I will take you to see Detective Hotchner Members, then you can talk about it in detail.”

"Okay, thank you very much." Sherlock nodded, but his attention was clearly on Shirley's back.Looking away and letting go, he asked, "Your girlfriend knows me? She looks scared of me."

"She just hates being analyzed." Morgan replied with a smile, and then asked tentatively in confusion: "...do you know Lauren Bais?"

"I know one." Sherlock nodded, his eyes froze for a moment as he thought of something, and soon he bent his mouth, "A friend of a friend, a tolerant and patient psychologist. You know him too?"

Morgan nodded and motioned him to move forward, "She heard that you passed away, and she learned about it from one of your friends."

Sherlock moved his head left and right, and gave Morgan a mischievous smile, "That's great!"

Seeing the suspicion on Morgan's face, Sherlock added an explanation, "I mean, that's the only way to be safe."

Morgan thought about it, didn't say anything, and asked instead: "How did you see that the detective's marriage is in jeopardy?"

Sherlock's expression lightened a little, as if he was pleased to be asked, "His tie is crooked, not smooth and smooth like yours. The shaggy beard can tell you're not in the mood at a glance." take care of, rather than form like yours..."

Morgan stopped, and smiled helplessly, "Maybe his wife just isn't used to helping him tie a tie, maybe he's just too lazy and sloppy to want to trim his beard, or maybe he just happens to be having trouble recently?"

Sherlock also stopped in his tracks, and continued to say with certainty: "The police officers looked at him in the same way, which shows that they have been used to his appearance for a while. Although his clothes are not neat, they are at least very Clean so he is not a lazy person by nature, but for some reason he can't get up the energy to take care of himself seriously."

Morgan nodded with a smile, listening to him go on to say: "When I walked in front of him just now, he just put away his wallet. There was a photo of him and his wife in the photo. In the photo, he wore a tie and He is completely different now. Judging from the look in his eyes and the brightness of his ring at the time, he really wanted to save this marriage..."

Hearing this, Morgan said, "The inspector is very busy as a police officer, and his wife probably left him because of his work. But the inspector did not give up his responsibility because of this. It must be very frustrating to be in a situation like this.”

When Sherlock was still listening carefully, the other party's words stopped abruptly, so he asked, "So?"

Morgan felt that what he had expressed was obvious. Looking at his ignorant look, he recalled his unrelenting attitude towards the detective, and thought that Shirley might have heard something about him from Lauren. Some things are so sensitive.He raised his eyebrows and decided to give up, "Mr. Holmes, your observation skills are meticulous. But everyone has their own secrets that they want to keep. I hope that no matter what you see later, you can hide it in your heart as much as possible, so that we can Pleasant cooperation."

After hearing what he said, Sherlock couldn't help laughing, "Why should I put all your useless things in my place?"

"..." Morgan was a little speechless, licked his lips, and said, "I mean, you don't have to tell everything you know."

"That will suffocate me..." Sherlock answered very quickly with a somewhat uncomfortable expression, and when he came back to his senses and saw his serious black face, he reluctantly agreed, "Okay, I will try to go Forget them."

"Very good." Morgan looked at him and nodded, letting go of this awkward feeling like teaching a child.Walked a few steps forward, stood in front of him and waited for him to come, "Everyone is working here."

"Okay, okay." Sherlock kept his words in mind, and hurriedly walked to the door and stood beside him.After waiting for him to push the door, he walked in with him, quickly and meticulously glanced at everyone in the meeting room, smiled, lowered his head and followed him a few steps forward.

After Hodge listened to Morgan's brief explanation, he reached out to Sherlock, who had kept his head down, "Hello, Mr. Holmes. I am Alan Hochner, the leader of the Behavior Analysis Team. I have received orders from my superiors." You are authorized to participate in this investigation."

Sherlock nodded quickly, reached out and shook his hand, "Okay, okay, that's great."

The other party didn't intend to continue speaking. Hodge frowned in wonder, looked at Morgan who shrugged helplessly, and stepped back to make way for the chair behind him, "If it's convenient, you can sit down and we can start."

"Okay." Sherlock looked up at him, walked quickly to the chair and sat down.He glanced at the people around him, glanced at Morgan, and looked seriously at Hodge, who was serious.

Hodge licked his lips and introduced everyone present to him.Seeing that he was still sitting upright and looking straight at him, he had no choice but to speak up, "I heard that you know information about this criminal gang."

"Yes, yes, I know something about them." Sherlock nodded, but he just didn't mean to say it.

Hodge was helpless, and asked again: "The British and American governments have reached an agreement, and hope that we will combine our strengths to solve them together, so can you talk about the information you have?"

Sherlock curled his lips and nodded hesitantly.He glanced at Beth, who was seated next to him, and Morgan, who was seated opposite, and finally confirmed with Hodge, "Can I tell you what I know?"

Hodge sighed secretly, and nodded affirmatively, "Of course, this is exactly what you came here for."

"That's good..." Sherlock regained his energy immediately, and asked again, "Where were you last night? Agent Hotchner."

"Sorry? Why do you ask this?" Hodge frowned inexplicably, and just when Morgan wanted to stop him, Sherlock was already gesturing to Hodge and Beth to speak cheerfully, "You two smell the same... ..."

Hodge glanced at Beth, who was raising his hand and resting his forehead, and opened his mouth weakly. He got up from his chair and walked around the conference table before saying anything, "Don't say that the shower gels in hotels are all the same, after all. All four of them smell different..."

"..." Hodge opened his mouth again, straightened his tie without changing his expression, walked to sit beside Beth, and looked seriously at Sherlock who had stopped in front of the conference table, "Mr. Holmes, can we start now?" Yet?"

"Okay..." Sherlock smiled, regained his energy, and agreed with a dragging tone.Looking at the unsurprised faces at the conference table, he breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm different from you, it's much more comfortable to say it..."

Hodge: "..."

"Actually, the information I have is all about one of the branches of this criminal group, that is, the consulting criminal group headed by Jim Moriarty. As for some of his remaining gang, I have already laid traps for them, so this aspect Don't worry anymore. I came to the United States this time because I have learned through reliable channels that the main leader of this group will arrive in the United States in the near future, so...he must be arrested." Sherlock smiled, as if a little excited, "He Mainly responsible for abducting children, I wonder why he is the overall leader.”

Everyone couldn't help being stunned, Rhett blinked and asked, "That's all?"

Sherlock nodded as a matter of course, "Otherwise?"

Morgan shifted his seat and asked after consideration: "It doesn't seem to have anything to do with the British government?"

Sherlock nodded, then shook his head as if thinking of something, "He kidnapped the deputy prime minister's daughter."

Everyone nodded solemnly, but they heard him add, "But it's not important to me."

Everyone looked at him in surprise, and then saw him looking around naturally and asked, "So... what do you know?"