"Lady Stephen, you see, I'm just a newspaper editor...... Well, I mean, why entrust me with such an important thing? ”

Song Yiqiao looked at the woman who was about fifty years old sitting opposite with some apprehension, even if she was wearing an ordinary coat, she could see the charm of the year from her elegant posture and extraordinary conversation, not to mention her aristocratic background.

A hint of anxiety flashed in Mrs. Stephen's blue eyes, but despite this, her good upbringing kept her demeanor: "My poor boy, he doesn't deserve this injustice, but the evidence is conclusive, and he insists that he is the murderer, I really can't help it...... Miss Song Yiqiao, you are the only candidate who can secretly investigate and not be discovered, I have seen your report in the newspaper, I believe you know these very well, please take this case! ”

She rubbed her hand on the cup, was silent for a while, and then said, "Please tell me about the case." ”

"That's right." Mrs. Stephen suppressed her joy, and her hurried tone still revealed her feelings, "My husband died many years ago, and I raised Galen alone for so many years, although he lacked some fatherly love, but, you really can't imagine how good this child is!" His future is limitless! ”

"Then what happened ...... then?"

"He got into an argument while staying at a friend's house and accidentally killed both Daniels and his wife, and his reasons were ...... His reasoning was......"

Mrs. Stephen choked up a little, and Song Yiqiao hurriedly handed over a tissue and whispered comfort: "Don't be too excited, is there anything hidden in it?" ”

He said...... He had been having an affair with Mrs. Daniel for many years, and he had been restraining his conflicting feelings, but when he saw the couple getting along closely, he still didn't control it, and killed them as soon as his head was hot...... I don't believe it! Miss Song Yiqiao, you will know when you meet Daniel, what a kind and friendly young man he is, how could he do such a thing? There must be something hidden! ”

Things seem to be more complicated than they seem.

Song Yiqiao knows that she loves her son very much, so it is not easy to accept the reality as a mother. Maybe Galen really killed someone, but Mrs. Stephen was unwilling to accept the reality, so I'm afraid the mission would be a dead end from the beginning.

But why would the system publish such a task?

She slowed her voice and persuaded, "Mrs. Stephen, this way, I will take this case for the time being, but I can't guarantee that I will be able to save Mr. Galen, can you accept it?" ”

Mrs. Stephen held her sad mood and smiled: "I'm sure you can." ”

"Thank you for your trust, ma'am. You must not have rested well for so many days, so please go home and get some sleep first, and wait for my news. ”

“…… Okay, I'm sorry for you. ”

*

Song Yiqiao checked the recent news on the computer, and sure enough, the scandal between the nobles caused an uproar, and although it was deliberately concealed, it was still exaggerated by the media, and she couldn't help but be a little embarrassed to see the signature of the "Baker Street Paper" under one of the reports.

She looked through the pages, looking for some information, and suddenly found that the news reported that there was going to be a banquet tonight. It is the first birthday of a viscount's daughter, and it is said that he has no shortcomings on weekdays, but he loves face, so he has to invite a lot of celebrities to every banquet.

Song Yiqiao quickly scanned the list of invited people in previous years, and was surprised to see Sherlock Holmes on it.

She made up her mind and trotted to the door of 221B.

"Knock knock!"

The house was quiet, and after a few seconds, a cold voice came out: "Come in." ”

Song Yiqiao pushed the door and entered, but was not welcomed. There was a pungent smell in the room, and I couldn't tell what was boiling in the utensils, except for the gurgling sound, and Sherlock was wearing a medical lab coat with a test tube in his hand.

Surprisingly, there is also a beautiful woman next to him, who just doesn't seem to be very friendly.

"Hello, my name is Song Yiqiao."

"My name is Jasmine, and I'm Mr. Holmes's assistant, and he's busy right now, so let me entertain you. Is there anything you can do? ”

Jasmine took a step forward, intentionally or unintentionally blocking Sherlock's figure behind. Song Yiqiao understood the other party's inexplicable hostility - a woman's instinct to defend against her rival.

She smiled and said harmlessly, "I'm sorry, I think I still need to disturb Mr. Holmes, will you go to the banquet tonight?" ”

"Go."

He was engrossed in fiddling with the apparatus, unconcerned about the conversation between the two women.

"What are you going to do?" Jasmine asked.

"If I don't mind, I'd like to enter the banquet as a female companion."

Sherlock's movements suddenly stopped, and he stared at her expressionlessly, "You took that case?" ”

“…… Yes. ”

Song Yiqiao didn't bother to ask him how he knew.

"Give up, there will be no chance of a reversal in this case."

Sherlock lost interest and turned his gaze back to Shiyàn, who lifted the test tube and dropped a few drops into the unknown liquid, the unpleasant smell of the room becoming even more pungent.

"Mr. Holmes, although I admire your ability to solve cases, I will not give up because of your words." Song Yiqiao's expression was stern, "Thank you for your teachings, but I still have to go." ”

"It doesn't matter. Jasmine, bring the stuff. ”

"Okay."

Song Yiqiao returned home after saying goodbye and googled the map of where the banquet was held and the surrounding area. She thought for a while, went to the bedroom to change into light clothes, tied her loose black hair behind her head, and hurried out.

When night falls, London is still unbeatably beautiful at night. Song Yiqiao took a taxi to the hotel, and the brilliant gate was in front of him, and several smiling waiters stood at the door to bring the guests in.

She pretended to be casual and avoided the eyes of the waiters and security guards, and walked around the hotel, thinking about any breakthroughs.

Suddenly, Song Yiqiao stood still.

Looking up from the side of the hotel, he could see a window on the second floor that was open, and Song Yiqiao rolled up his sleeves and was determined to climb up.

"That's what you do?"

A cold taunt on his back frightened Song Yiqiao and almost jumped up. She immediately turned back and glared angrily at the visitor: "Mr. Holmes, it's rude to spy on other people's actions!" ”

Sherlock snorted.

"Attempting to climb up from a hotel window is not only rude, but also a violation of the law. Miss Song Yiqiao, if you go through that window, I promise to see you in the newspaper tomorrow morning. ”

His words made Song Yiqiao's face darken: "So you're going to stop me?" ”

Sherlock put his hands in the pockets of his coat and walked in front without looking back: "It's still too late to change clothes, give you twenty minutes." ”

“…… What the? ”

Song Yiqiao didn't hesitate at all when choosing an evening dress, and only then did he feel a lot of pain when he swiped the card. In addition to clothes, proper makeup and hairstyles were also necessary, and although she urged and urged, choosing the simplest style, it was still too late after trotting all the way to the hotel.

Song Yiqiao wore a knee-length black velvet silk evening gown, revealing her slender collarbones and slender legs, and the tips of her long hair were curled in waves and draped over her shoulders, and her skin was more and more fair and seductive. The makeup on the cheeks that is usually plain is surprisingly moving, and a pair of beautiful black eyes make people can't take their eyes off it.

She smiled apologetically, and the dimples the size of rice grains were instantly revealed: "I'm very sorry, but I'm late." ”

"You don't know what the concept of time is?"

Sherlock looked at her quietly for a second or two, and his voice couldn't tell whether it was praise or sarcasm: "If it weren't for the reason for being late, maybe I would have said a few more compliments." Let's go now. ”

"Wait."

Song Yiqiao faced his impatient gaze and tried his best to show a calm appearance: "My shoes seem to be stuck......"