[Comprehensive Movie] Goddess of Dispute

I don't know whether it's luck or misfortune. In short, if Li En hears the second half of the so-called consulting detective, I'm afraid that even if Eris really puts a dog chain around his neck this time, he will still find him with a gun. A perfect angle kills all dangers in the bud.

In his eyes, a human life is nothing compared to a hidden mission.

"...and, Greg, I don't know how many new entertainment venues and shopping centers have opened up around here." Holmes paced back and forth in the room. His movement speed is unusually fast.In this scorched crime scene, he seemed very comfortable. Even, when he looked at the body that had been charred and carbonized, there was a hint of imperceptible excitement in his eyes, like an addict.

With his hands behind his slender body in a long trench coat, after analyzing a long pass without any breath or pause, he suddenly changed the subject and asked a wrong question.

"Of course you don't know, because it was a few years later, and those builders haven't negotiated with the residents here." Greg frowned.With his normal way of thinking, it is difficult for him to keep up with Sherlock Holmes's extreme jumping thinking, but after working with him for so long, he knows that everything he says has a reason, so no matter how nonsensical the question is , Greg will answer honestly in the end.

As a result, the answer Greg had imagined did not appear. Holmes seemed to have known the answer a long time ago. Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly turned around and ran out the door, calling his partner by the way: "John! superior!"

"What? Wait, Sherlock, you've only been here for five minutes!" Greg immediately followed him out of the room, and shouted at Holmes who had already run up the stairs.

"Enough!" Holmes replied, of course, he didn't mean to shut up Greg, but said that these 5 minutes are enough, "Hurry up, John, I remember that your leg injury has long been alright!"

"...Here we come, Sherlock." Watson cast a helpless look at Lestrade, who was bewildered, dropped the rubber gloves on his hand, and ran downstairs with Holmes.

"Where are we going now? I mean, Sherlock, you already have a clue." Watson trotted after Holmes.Sometimes he always likes to use this stride to prove his ability to act. Whenever he encounters a case that excites him, he will rush like a spinning top, and Dr. Watson has long been used to him. .

"Are you thirsty, John?" Holmes asked inexplicably, and at the same time opened the door of a supermarket and strode in.

At this time, Watson, who was already in the fog, chose to keep up with him silently.He walked into the supermarket, nodded and greeted the male cashier, then turned his head, and saw Sherlock sucking his nose deeply like a police dog, his weird appearance even attracted the cashier's strange gaze.

"Heh...heh, my friend obviously likes the... taste in your supermarket." Watson, who wanted to pretend he didn't know him, saw the cashier's eyes on him again, he immediately laughed dryly and strode towards He dragged Holmes into the shelf beside him, blocking the cashier's strange eyes.

"What are you doing, Sherlock?" Watson lowered his voice.

"Shut up, John, you're keeping me from that smell!"

...So what do you want to do? Does it have anything to do with the smell? !Watson almost threw this sentence in Holmes' face. Although he had long been used to this way of getting along with Holmes, habit did not mean he liked it.

"...What's the smell?" Watson frowned and sniffed, but he found that he didn't smell anything.There seemed to be a trace of fragrance in the air, but there seemed to be nothing.

"ir..." A bunch of phrases that Watson couldn't understand came out of Holmes' mouth quickly.

"La what?"

"ir! Yes, that's it!" Holmes clapped his hands suddenly, and Watson realized that it was a French sentence after he repeated it, and it sounded familiar, "Women always like to use some flashy things to make themselves look good." It is more flashy. She is a strong and mature little woman, of course she will choose ir, its strong fragrance will make that kind of woman flock to it!"

It was only then that Watson realized that ir was actually a perfume brand owned by Guerlain, commonly known as the little black dress. One of his ex-girlfriends who liked to buy all kinds of expensive cosmetics had also used this brand. She also said that the little black dress The strong fragrance is more suitable for a sexy woman like her...

Well, these are all black history aside, but... "Her? Which her?" Watson couldn't keep up with Holmes' escape thinking at all. He didn't know how Sherlock jumped from a charred corpse. On to a strange woman wearing little black dress perfume.

However, Holmes didn't want to continue explaining anything at this time. He quickly came to the cashier and opened his mouth to say, "Hello."

"Hello?" The cashier was obviously taken aback by Holmes suddenly standing upright in front of him, with one hand propping up the table. "Ne... need help?"

"Ah, what a bad weather it's been for a week."

"...Yeah, who said it's a rainy season now."

"The explosion on the opposite side looked really scary. I heard that people died. When encountering such a thing, the day was even worse. Presumably not many people came to visit."

"Hey, that's right, it's really unlucky. Except for a couple who came in this morning, there were almost no customers. If it was normal, Mr. Fingo from the building on the corner would have come to buy cigarettes. Unfortunately, he seems to be in a hurry today."

"The couple just came to buy things, didn't they ask you some questions?"

"what?"

"Looks like not, thank you, you don't have nicotine patches here, so I don't have anything to buy, bye."

As Holmes spoke, he walked out again with long legs.

Watson smiled at the cashier with some embarrassment, reached out and picked up a piece of chewing gum, and motioned to him: "Actually, I... well, I'll just buy this." He took out 50 pence and waited for change. , Hastily left the supermarket.

To his surprise, this time, Holmes did not hurry to the next destination, but stood at the door of the supermarket, silently looking at the bombed-out building diagonally opposite and the sidewalk beside him. The eyes of heterochromia appear a kind of gray-green in slightly dim light.He was evidently so lost in thought that he did not notice Watson when he came to him.

"They came here on a special trip, and their destination was that house, but why didn't they ask anything?" Holmes murmured suddenly, as if he was talking to himself, and he seemed to be asking Watson beside him.

"Hmm... maybe he was just passing by?" Watson finally figured out what Holmes was up to. It turned out that he saw other people who shouldn't exist at the crime scene.

", I really like the way you tell jokes." Apparently Watson's stupid answer allowed Holmes to find a point of sarcasm, "Maybe they just came to visit the elderly grandma...Come on, John! They took a taxi specially Came here! I know! Passing by? Can you think of a more proof that your brain is rusted..."

Holmes sneered. Suddenly, his body stopped, and even the second half of the sentence got stuck in his throat.He turned around suddenly, with a hint of excitement and ecstasy on his face, he hugged Watson vigorously, and patted his back: "Passing by! Yes! Just passing by!! You are such a genius!"

After being ridiculed by Holmes, Watson was inexplicably praised by him, so that he didn't understand what he was thinking. "Uh...thanks?" So, the term "genius" should contain no irony or pejorative connotations... right? "But... passing by?"

"That's right!" Holmes was as happy as a child who got candy. He quickly let go of Watson, turned and ran across the road, shouting, "Mr. Fingal is just passing by!"

Uh... Mr. Fingal?who?Watson followed Holmes with a question mark on his head.

After Eris and Li En came out of the alley next to the supermarket, they went straight to the opposite side of the road, bypassing the sight of the police, and quickly ran behind the bombed house.The alley behind the residential building is not spacious, but it is more than enough to accommodate a private car.The criminals at the scene of the crime couldn't be that stupid. They parked their cars on the main road, and they would definitely find a safe and hidden location.

There is no doubt about this, so when Eris brought Li En to the back alley, Li En didn't ask why.He and Eris were leaning against the wall at the side, looking slightly at the policemen who were making some records around a car not far away, and then looked down at Eris. Not surprisingly, he found that she was also looking at him.

So he stretched out his arm, and Eris took his hand naturally.The two switched to camouflage mode very tacitly, walked into the back alley as if nothing had happened, and then headed in the opposite direction of the car, as if the two of them were really just passing by.

"Judging from the tire marks, they were driving a small truck." Li En stared at the front, moved his lips slightly, and said softly. He was obviously very good at these things, and it was difficult for others to detect that he spoke.

"Straight, they escaped a little fast, and the tires were slipping." Erris continued the conversation calmly, and glanced at the peaked cap lying outside the trash can. The peaked cap did not seem to have much water stains. Not long after throwing it away, "Then, when they passed by this trash can, they quickly threw away the highly recognizable things on their bodies. There were two coats in the trash can, the size was not visible, but they were men's styles, and then... "

"They're at this intersection, turn right." Eris and Li En said at the same time, and they turned to the right at the end of the back alley.

After turning right, the end of the alley is a busy street.The two walked to the intersection without saying a word, and stopped in tacit understanding.

"They stopped the car here, apparently blocked by a car that drove out suddenly." Li En narrowed his eyes slightly, squatted down, and looked at the broken mud under his feet.

"Thus, the two men, who were in a hurry and angry, directly hijacked the car, and then galloped away from the front of the residential building carelessly along this road, and even passed the police car." Eris explain.

"How do you know?" Li En raised his eyebrows slightly, "This has gone beyond the scope of reasoning and has directly become a brain hole."

"Because, that little truck is parked there." Eris pointed at the off-white pickup truck not far away.

Li Enmo.

"Come on, let's drive this car away first." Without a word, Eris walked towards the pickup truck and pulled the door. Sure enough, no one would choose to pull out the key lock when abandoning the car and fleeing. Get on the door.

"...Why? This car is just a hot potato." Li En sat in the passenger seat with some confusion.

"Because, I can't let the police or consulting detectives ruin my good work." Eris said, laughing.

And when Holmes and Watson came to the intersection according to their original path, the pickup truck that should have appeared in Holmes' reasoning had long since disappeared.