58. Fifty-eight

I believe in the contradictions of life, and perhaps because of this, everyone has their own dark side. Some choose to take refuge, some choose to go against it, and some choose to fight it. The last qiฤ“ becomes as natural as breathing. And there will come a time when we have to face up to the truth behind it, and this truth is ourselves.

Hodge nodded and looked at Red with puzzlement in his eyes, "Although this doesn't seem like the usual practice of the superiors, since it has been hinted at like this, it means that you can continue with your usual practice." Gordon waved his hand indifferently, "Maybe they just don't want to lose control of Agha, but maybe they're too anxious." I talked to Aga about this before, and she didn't completely refuse, so to speak, she is considering joining BAU. However, it doesn't matter now, it would be nice if she could be a foreign helper. โ€

"You talked to Aga about it?" Red frowned, and asked with some dissatisfaction, "She didn't sue me" Gordon glanced at him and explained nonchalantly, "Before you came to ask me to end my vacation, Strauss called me and talked about inviting Aga to join BU, but she didn't mean it so much at the time. โ€

"Maybe something happened that we didn't know about that made the boss change his decision." Hodge concludes by signaling everyone to stop making more useless speculation on the topic, and that the results are satisfactory. He nodded at Gordon and turned back to his office.

Although everyone at BAU sensed that there was something unusual and strange about this incident, because it was just a gut and speculation, and it didn't have any bad effects on them and Red, they didn't delve into the โ–กโ–ก behind this matter, after all, they had enough cases to bother with going around Washington, D.C., twice. Sitting back in his seat, Red frowned, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, edited a text message and sent it to Liu Fanxu. He knew Liu Fanxu's background better than anyone else, so he basically guessed who manipulated this qiฤ“, so he was more worried than others.

The result announced today is obviously a compromise and concession to Liu Fanxu from above. His wife had been threatened, and she had fought back, and the back-and-forth battle had taken place when he didn't even know it, which was a very bad perception for him. He wrote in a text message: "Aga, are you okay? After deleting it over and over again, leaving only this sentence that he really wanted to know, even if it would seem strange to send this text message.

Liu Fanxu, who was boiling potions, heard the sound of a text message ringing, reached out and took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and clicked on it to see such a sentence without a beginning or an end. She thought about it for a few seconds before she understood what Red was really trying to ask. The corners of her mouth curled slightly, her fingertips fluttered on the buttons of her mobile phone, and she replied without thinking: "I'm fine, we'll all be fine, Spencer, don't worry, it's not that I don't sue you, but you just need to believe me in these things and leave them to me, you are good at profiling to solve cases and arrest perverted murderers, and I am good at dealing with aristocrats and capitalists." โ€

Needless to ask what the final outcome would be, she already had an idea of how Mussel Adams would react. She put her phone back in her pocket, bottled the potions in the cauldron, and ordered Emma to deliver them to Malfoy Manor. I believe that after today, her name will appear more and more in Mussel Adams's study, she is all too familiar with the curses and invectives that are mixed with hatred, resentment, and helplessness. She chuckled indifferently, knowing too well that this reaction was only a sign that he had to compromise and back down.

However, what Liu Fanxu didn't know was that her name was not the only one in the study where her name appeared, but in the living room and study at 221B Baker Street, a thin and tall young man was boringly talking to his roommate about her. Although their tone of voice was not as malicious as that of Mussel Adams, it also carried a bit of disdain.

"In fact, I came to this conclusion ten years ago, and this woman is still showing off ten years later, and I doubt, Mrs. Hudson, that she is really as smart as you describe." Sherlock Holmes lay in his high chair, waving his right hand impatiently, as if to drive away some disgusting scent. Watson sat awkwardly to the side, leaning forward slightly, as if he was about to jump up and run to cover Sherlock Holmes's very unpleasant mouth and say more to annoy the landlady.

Watson shifted his seat, pursed his lips, and turned to Mrs. Hudson and explained, "Mrs. Hudson, you know him, please don'tโ€”" "God, I know how annoying his mouth is, you don't have to explain, good boy, I know it all." Mrs. Hudson stood in the living room with moist eyes, still wearing a comfortable lounge suit, and she was holding an open piece of stationery in her hand, she had originally wanted to share the things she loved about this girl with the two children she also liked, but after she had just finished talking about a certain experiment that Liu Fanxu had done, it attracted the merciless disdain of Sherlock Holmes.

God knows, she just thinks it will make her Aga seem more deep. That's why this is a great sounding reality, as an entry point for the conversation to begin. But who would have thought that such a pen fun pavilion www.biquge.info lead to Sherlock Holmes being different from the meanness of the past. Well, it's not accurate to say that, he's always been mean, he's been mean to what he thinks is a goldfish, and he's just as mean to what he thinks is an enemy to be a good match for him. Mrs. Hudson couldn't figure out why Sherlock Holmes couldn't show even the slightest kindness when dealing with a woman. Just like her Aga, she is obviously a very indifferent girl, but when facing her, she gives full respect and tolerance.

"Sherlock, if you can't change your contemptuous attitude toward women, you'll die alone." Mrs. Hudson angrily reproached Sherlock Holmes, who was still lazy, and when she saw that he was still indifferent, she bowed her head and carefully folded the letter and put it in her own pocket. Then he raised his hand to wipe the moisture from the corners of his eyes, and turned away menacingly.

"Sherlock, you shouldn't have such a bad attitude, especially when dealing with our landlady, you will cause us to eat dark food." Watson sat down on the couch without tears, he frowned and looked strangely at Sherlock Holmes, who had been a pensive look since Mrs. Hudson left, moved his lips and continued, "What's wrong with you, Sherlock? Even though you're usually mean, you don't treat a smart lady like that for no reason. He saw Sherlock turn his face to look at him, opening his lips and about to speak, he immediately interrupted him and continued, "I have to admit, Sherlock, that girl you have never met is indeed a rare smart person, you can't just despise her just because she has just done what you did ten years ago, the important thing is that you still in front of Mrs. Hudson, who obviously likes that girl." โ€

Sherlock Holmes withdrew his gaze at Watson with a deep expression, his hands pointing at each other, his shrewd and sharp eyes narrowing slightly. He was thinking about something about the letter that made him feel a little discordant, and he admitted that at the moment, because there was no case, and his brain was about to stagnate, he felt anxious and bored, so he needed to find something to relieve his boredom in place of the patches that Watson had confiscated and forbidden. And the letter that he had just despised from beginning to end was the most interesting thing for him at the moment, so he unceremoniously said to Watson, who was still grieving for the dark cuisine that might have dinner, "Go to the third floor, Mrs. Hudson's bedroom, and bring the letter from the second drawer on the left bedside table, and the mezzanine on the right." โ€

Watson was silent for a moment when he heard Sherlock Holmes's more command-like way of requesting, and then he said with difficulty, "What are you talking about?" Shylock? Are you going to let me, a gentleman, go to a widowed wife's bedroom, rummage through her personal belongings, and bring them to you? The more Watson spoke, the more angry he became, his upper body leaned forward, and his whole body was in a state of tense attack, you can imagine how much Watson would want to beat up his cohabitant if possible, he took a few deep breaths, and then continued, "I refuse, Sherlock, I refuse, this is a crime, a gentleman would never do such a thing." โ€

Sherlock Holmes was very casual about Watson's anger, his tone was still slow and logical, and his voice was as calm as just now, "Use your brain, Watson, you are not the goldfish of Scotland Yard." I didn't incite you to sin, Watson, I just told me where the letters were hidden. And the owner of the letter is very familiar with us, she is our dear landlady, and your amiable appearance can help you to achieve our purpose in many ways, to use your imagination, my companion, I am sure you can do it. โ€

It's a very incendiary statement, and regardless of what others will hear, they are very useful to Watson. After Watson listened to Sherlock Holmes's words, Watson clearly expressed a sigh of relief, which was his subconscious expression of classifying this matter as easy to solve, at least compared to burglary, the roundabout means were much easier.