Erin didn't know that Sherlock had misunderstood, she folded the paper bird and let the paper bird turn into a yellow finch to inform Yun Niang, the real client of their commission this time, she concentrated on analyzing the case, after all, Sherlock set a time limit for her.

Sherlock habitually arranged his hands in a tower, and his eyes fell on the bracelet with jade beads on his wrist, and his mood was even more mixed. He stretched out his hand to take off the bracelet, but in the end he just hid the bracelet in his sleeve, quite out of sight and out of mind. Sherlock pressed his chin against his jaw, closed his eyes and began to perform in the palace of thought...... The case file he just looked at.

The coroner's room at Scotland Yard was blown open, and the blast hole was opened through the cold storage of the body, and someone had hidden the bomb in the body. Depending on the damage at the scene, it was a loaf of bread that could be placed if several organs were transplanted.

"Your eyes are so beautiful." The first time someone praised him like this, others would not like his eyes, and their little secrets that they bothered to hide were always hidden in their eyes.

No, no. Why blow up the morgue? There were five bodies parked in the morgue at that time, members of a gang who were shot dead in the exchange of fire between two gangs, and the Drug Enforcement Bureau had already set its sights on one of them, hoping to get conclusive evidence from these five bodies, and blowing up the morgue would destroy the evidence, which was very clever, wasn't it?

"Your way of thinking is amazing, can I learn it?" It turns out that teaching her isn't like teaching a goldfish to climb a mountain, she can keep up with his mind from the start, doesn't she? She is a one-of-a-kind goldfish.

No, no. Going back to this case, the bomb that was brought in hidden on the body of a homeless man, it was plastic explosives, it was the most regulated commodity, it required a permit to buy, it was kept to track down, and any less stupid criminal group would avoid using it, in the wrong direction. So what's there to pay attention to, the homeless man, yes, the homeless man who was killed and hidden in the bomb, is he really just an inconsequential transport?

"Sherlock Holmes, Mr. Holmes, will you let me eat you?" It sounded to him the most brilliant confession, no, no, no, obviously not, she was just joking with him, whatever it was, it was not a confession. If he looked closely, he could see it, but why did he think it was a confession at the time?

The paper bird, and the paper bird.

The homeless man has a name, what is his name? It doesn't matter, what happened to him?

"Sherlock?" Her voice had penetrated into his mind palace again, it had never been like this before, why?

Feelings are a disadvantage.

The DNA of another person was examined on the remains of the homeless man, and the connection was already obvious. Sherlock, the answer is right under your nose, say it!

It's not a good thing to care too much.

"Sherlock, you're distracted again."

Sherlock denied the answer, and said categorically, as if convincing himself, "No, it is impossible for all feelings to be contrary to what I believe to be the supreme reason." ”

Irene, who called Sherlock twice and didn't see him come back to her senses, suddenly heard Sherlock come back to her senses and opened her mouth, she frowned puzzled, and she said slowly: "Sherlock, I just want to sue you, the paper bird I sent to inform Yun Niang was ...... Caught. ”

There was a pause because she knew who had caught the paper bird, or who was behind it. But because she knew, so Erin was puzzled, she hadn't been a paper man or a paper bird before, and she hadn't sent it out, but why did Mr. Holmes catch the paper bird she let out this time? Is it a curiosity and want to study it?

Sherlock finally realized that this was not a simulation in his thinking palace, but that Irene was talking to him in reality, and he slowly blinked his eyes that had become like a deep pool of water because he was immersed in the thinking palace, and looked at Erin, who was more vivid and bright than in the thinking palace. He subconsciously put his fingers on his wrists, and then he felt his accelerated heartbeat, and saw his dilated pupils in her black and white eyes.

His body betrayed his heart.

His rational thinking is also defecting.

This is all a remarkable fact that he cares about her.

"Sherlock?" Erin stretched out her hand and shook it in front of Sherlock's eyes, Sherlock used strong self-control to restore him to normal, no, it was to look away, not to let Erin see his abnormality, and his mouth was still as poisonous as ever: "Don't act like a fool." ”

"It's obvious that you're not quite right." Erin put her hand down and muttered.

Sherlock tried his best to pretend not to be concerned and asked, "What's wrong with me?" ”

Erin had no idea what kind of battle Sherlock had fought before, and she chuckled and replied, "It's nothing, it's just that it's rare to see you wandering." ”

"I didn't, I just thought in my mind palace." Sherlock breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, but also felt lost, this kind of love that fluctuates with the ups and downs of a person's feelings is really too strange, and it haunts him, as he just said, which is contrary to the rational supremacy he pursues. Wait, he said it? Erin heard?

"Thinking Palace?" The first time Erin came into contact with the word, she could initially understand what it was doing in the literal sense, it could be said that Sherlock opened the door to a new world for her, she leaned closer to Sherlock, her eyes flashed with anticipation and yearning, "Sherlock, can I do it?" ”

Sherlock rarely said with emotional intelligence: "I can help you." ”

"Great!" Erin smiled and her eyebrows were crooked, and the corners of Sherlock's mouth that was infected by her rose slightly, and when he realized it, he flattened it, but the next moment he didn't have to bother to flatten the upward mood, because Comrade Xiao Ai said very sadly: "So, when you were building your thinking palace, was Mycroft also helping you?" ”

Sherlock: "...... damn it, Irene's got it!" This fact that "Mycroft is smarter than Sherlock" really upsets the consulting detective, and he tries not to admit it, and finally gives an understatement reason: "He's just seven years older than me, which is not a big deal." ”

Comrade Xiao Ai also grasped the wrong point: "Seven years old? Oh my God, I always thought that you were at least one round apart in age, which was twelve. ”

"Oh, obviously, you're not wrong, Mycroft's mental age was forty when he was twenty years old," Sherlock said unashamedly, most of his mental age at the age of twelve, "the reflection of mental age on the physiology has created his tidal receding hairline, but it's not without its benefits, if you find someone in the crowd whose forehead hair is shiny enough to be a reflector, it must be Mycroft." ”

After routinely blackening his brother, Sherlock's mood index finally returned to the previous level, thinking of what Erin mentioned earlier, the paper bird, his mood index dropped again, and said in a dry tone: "As for the capture of your released yellow finch, I propose that you read my website and read my blog on the distribution of birds in England at different times and locations, and you will understand why it fell to such a tragic fate of being caught." ”

Erin had read that blog, and now that she was so little provoked by Sherlock, it dawned on her that the yellow finch she had made the paper bird into would not appear in London at this time, and she flattened her mouth: "I used to make the paper bird a yellow bird, and no one ever questioned it, well, I know it was in the past, I didn't meet you, and McCroft is such a smart person." But what did McCroft go to great lengths to catch it for? ”

Sherlock automatically ignored the part of Erin's words that praised Mycroft, and let out a slimy snort from his nose, with full sarcasm, "Dead fat man is obsessive-compulsive, he always straightens the door knocker, what is your expression?" ”

"Hmm, are you and him laughing at fifty steps and a hundred steps?" Sherlock himself has obsessive-compulsive disorder, take his black McCough as an example, McCroft does not put the knocker straight, and this one is crooked, just look at the perennial stubborn crooked knocker at 221B Baker Street.

“…… Keep looking at your case! Sherlock seemed annoyed, and after successfully distracting Erin, a strange look flashed in his eyes.

"Then I destroyed the paper bird when it was brought to Mycroft?" Erin didn't rush to continue looking at the case, so she spoke to Sherlock in a consultative tone.

Sherlock, who was about to think deeply about McCroft's intentions, heard Comrade Xiao Ai say this, and suddenly came to his senses: "The more dramatic, the better, McCroft likes to dramatize things." ”

Erin was silent for a moment before stating an indisputable fact: "Actually, you too. ”

Sherlock: "......"

Erin remembered what Sherlock had done, and what Inspector Lestrade had said, and blurted out some of the things unconsciously: "But it's kind of cute." ”

Sherlock jerked his head to look at her, realizing that he looked like he had said something stupid: "...... Don't like the evaluation of cuteness? That interesting? Childish? Full of prunes? …… Ignore what I said, delete it. ”

I feel that I am the really stupid Comrade Xiao Ai, I really want to find a crack in the ground to get into, oh, she can really escape, but is that a cover-up?

Sherlock turned his head and pressed his palms to his lips, hiding the gaping corners of his mouth.

After two minutes of 'weirdness', Erin, who finally struggled out of the unspeakable embarrassment, tried to pretend that nothing really happened just now and said, "Um, so do you have any ideas?" I mean dramatization. ”

Sherlock tilted his head, starry eyes shining, and he was eager to take a look at it, "You'll have to tell me more about the performance of your paper bird." ”

"If you allow this small talk not to be counted in that half-hour, I'll tell you all, how about it?" Erin was also interested in this, and by the way, she bargained with the more energetic Sherlock.

- So, Comrade Xiao Ai is a detective who has been focusing on trick-or-treating his brother for a hundred years, and has he also been assimilated into a little trick-or-treating? Tomorrow the British government may have to make another appointment with the dentist, poor dentist.

……

Lestrade was woken up by the sound of 'click' and 'click' and the sound of Si Si Suo, and opened his eyes with difficulty, and when he was still dazed, he heard a very annoying voice: "Chief, when I came to work and saw your beautiful sleeping face, I suddenly felt that the sky was so blue, the clouds were so white, and the flowers were so red. ”

Lestrade felt a sudden pain in his temple, and he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence: "Anderson, you shut up for me!" ”

"The world is so beautiful, but you are so irritable, it's not good. Oh, the Scottish Yard Grass drooled.jpg Five consecutive shots have been √" Anderson put away the phone he used to take pictures, and was almost confused by the report thrown by the Scotland Yard Grass.

"Boss, are you coming home from work and then back to Scotland Yard?" Anderson picked up the report and asked.

Lestrade was thrilled and looked at Anderson with the eyes of an alien: "You observed? ”

Anderson rolled his eyes unscrupulously, "I don't know what makes you say such idiotic things, but please my eyes are so good, I can see that you are still wearing pajama pants, and I almost can't recognize you in such fashion." ”

Lestrade looked down, and sure enough, he got up from bed in the middle of the night and came to Scotland Yard in a hurry, and he didn't have time to change his pants! But neither of Sherlock nor Erin reminded him of a word. Ah, I'm going crazy! Wait, Sherlock was put into the evidence room by him, I don't know if this thing is gone! At this time, Lestrade was completely awake, and he covered his forehead in pain and groaned: "God bless Scotland Yard." ”

"Chief, is this some novel prayer ritual?" Anderson said shyly, and Lestrade put down his hand and looked at him expressionlessly, "I need a document, you can go to the evidence room to help me find it." ”

Anderson muttered, "Who made you the leader?" as he walked to the evidence room on their floor.

Lestrade looked behind him, and heard Anderson howl like a sissy, and Lestrade's heart was in his throat, and there were three consequences of this: Sherlock didn't leave, the evidence room was ruined, and Sherlock didn't go & the evidence room was ruined.

Anderson paused in the middle of his howl and shouted, "Come and see, the freak is coming to Scotland Yard!" ”

Lestrade stumbled and almost didn't fall.

- Now I'm sure Sherlock and Erin aren't gone.

Anderson wanted to shout again, but Lestrade didn't care that he was still wearing pajama pants, so he ran over and shouted at Anderson: "Shut up! "Fortunately, it was still early at this time, and there were only three or two kittens in the police station, otherwise the fun would have been great.

"Boss, how much do you want to let Sherlock and his girlfriend into Scotland Yard?" Anderson slammed the door to the evidence room with a blank slam and aimed his gun at Lestrade.

"Do you think I want to?" If he really can't think about it, Lestrade rubbed his face, "What's going on inside?" ”

"Oh, they're dressed." Anderson said dryly.

Lestrade: "......" He can now understand why Sherlock and Anderson don't get along, one has water to drink, and the other has no water to drink, and Lestrade twitched the corners of his mouth at the thought, "I mean the evidence room is okay?" ”

"How do I know?" Anderson rightly said, "I saw the freak and his girlfriend lying headfirst on the table, and my CPU stopped spinning. ”

Lestrade choked angrily: "Single-core." ”

Anderson: "...... In fact, it is dual-SIM dual standby. ”

The two of them looked at each other for a while, and Anderson spoke first: "Oops, I forgot to take a picture." ”

Lestrade: "...... Earnest? ”

Anderson pretended to lean against the door of the evidence room and said, "You don't know, sir, do you think that the gossip of "the freak has a girlfriend" is out, how many people believe it in Scotland Yard? No picture, no truth, ahhhhhhh

The door to the evidence room was pulled open from the inside, and Anderson, who had lost his grip, slid down.

The "culprit" leaned out with a curly hair with teeth and claws, and mocked early in the morning: "Look at who is this, Anderson who has lowered his IQ in London." I just heard you say 'there is a picture and a truth', heh, it is a fool like you who only has two tendons in his head to save zài, that you have let go of one murderer after another. Remember the homicide that happened on Northendin Street last November? Oh, it looks like you're going to need me to provide a few more keywords before you can remember. The victim was found by a neighbor and stabbed to death in the apartment, and there was a robbery in the apartment, you initially thought it was a robbery and murderer case, and then found a bloodstain at the scene of the crime, and after DNA identification, it was found that it belonged to a lady who had nothing to do with the victim, and it was verified that the lady was on a foreign business trip at the time of the crime, and there was a sufficient alibi, so the case was naturally declared unsolved, and now you remember? ”

Lestrade didn't care about Anderson, he asked, "You mean her alibi was faked?" She didn't go abroad, and someone else pretended to be her when she went abroad with her passport? ”

Sherlock commented: "It's wonderful. ”

Lestrade was overjoyed: "Really? ”

Sherlock rolled his eyes under his nose, "Of course not. ”

Lestrade: "......" Why can't he learn a lesson!

Anderson, who fell miserably, got up strongly, and said in a weird way: "Then you can tell me what's going on!" ”

Anderson drew all of Sherlock's firepower as soon as he spoke, and instead of rushing to announce the answer, he was, "Five forensic reports, sixty misspelled words, twenty-three grammatical errors, six misuse of technical terms, that's also wonderful, isn't it?" ”

Anderson: "...... Oh, yes? The report I wrote can't get into your eyes, so don't look at it, am I begging you to see it? ”

Sherlock glanced at Reistride, and Reestrade gritted his teeth: "Go back to the rewrite, Anderson, don't talk, let Sherlock tell what the hell is going on in that case." ”

Anderson: "......" he must not have been born in Scotland Yard.

The victorious Sherlock showed a deliberately magnified smirk, a smirk that tickled his teeth, "Speaking of which, you detected your neighbor's fingerprints at the scene of the crime, why didn't you suspect your neighbor?" Oh, I see, they're neighbors, and it's normal to leave fingerprints in each other's apartments. But if you really don't rule him out so quickly and look at his medical records, you will know that he had leukemia three years ago and received a bone marrow transplant. ”

Lestrade looked "That's it", but Anderson reacted and said with a little excitement: "I know!" Boss, what's that look on your face? You can't pull down the Scotland Yard IQ yourself, and you won't allow anyone else to take the lead. ”

Lestrade immediately hehe: "You write your report!" Sherlock, you say. "He can't do anything about Sherlock, who is cheap, but to Anderson, who is also cheap, hehe, don't you know if the official level crushes people to death?

Anderson: "......"

Sherlock, who won again indirectly, got cheap and behaved: "Since Gordon you said so, then I'll continue to say it, anyway, I'm almost done." ”

Lestrade: Who the fuck is Gordon ......?

"A side effect of a bone marrow transplant is that the donor's body starts to produce the donor's DNA, which is, the bone marrow produces blood cells, so the donor will have blood that is the same DNA as the donor. Look further down and you'll know that the lady who has nothing to do with the victim is a neighbor, the bone marrow donor of the real murderer. ”

As soon as Sherlock's voice fell, Anderson, who finally found an opportunity to interject, said angrily, "That's what I'm going to say!" Chief, you know what? It's your selfishness that deprives Scotland Yard of a great opportunity to wash away its professional qualifications. He said and glared at the good detective with hatred.

Lestrade is full of black lines, and he provokes whom.

How could Anderson forget Sherlock, as soon as he turned his head, he saw Sherlock's face full of "Goldfish is goldfish, never surpassed", and the battle deserves to be blessed, "Freak, don't you want to say that even if there is a picture, there is no truth, in connection with what we were discussing before this, can I think that you and that beautiful Asian lady are actually not boyfriend and girlfriend?" It can't be your crush, right? ”

Lestrade wanted to say that they had made an appointment to open a room, and if they were boyfriend and girlfriend, could Anderson say something reliable, but he didn't miss Sherlock's uncomfortable expression, and he was dumbfounded when he thought about it, and opened his mouth, "You, you, you—"

Anderson continued to taunt, "Or was she actually caught by you and had to act with you?" Did I say it right? I'll just say how can there be a beautiful girl who can stand such a strange thing like you that is hard to find for a hundred years. ”

Lestrade: "......" who is mentally retarded!

Sherlock slammed the door to the evidence room with a blank slam, shutting out Lestrade, who was wearing pajama pants, and Anderson, who had a "only truth" face.

Anderson angrily raised his middle finger at the door of the evidence room, turned around and met Lestrade's straight gaze: "Boss, why are you looking at me like this, I will be shy." ”

The corners of Lestrade's mouth twitched: "Look at you blind." After saying that, he went back to his office to find spare clothes to change into, and he remembered Sherlock and Erin, who had been in the evidence room for most of the night, and felt that Scotland Yard was busy next, and knew the secret of Sherlock's little bastard, and wondered if he would be killed. Thinking of this, the good detective couldn't help it... Laugh, O Virgin Mary, Sherlock's crush who has negative emotional intelligence and has never been in a relationship.

……

Erin and Sherlock were in the evidence room and the old case "battled wits and courage" until six o'clock in the morning, and Erin couldn't stand Zhou Gong's call at first, and fell asleep directly on the table. She woke up when she smelled the smell of food, and before the person was fully awake, her nose woke up first, and she wrinkled her nose and inhaled, and she heard Sherlock's deep voice: "Awake?" ”

"Not yet." Erin said vaguely, rubbing her face on her sleeve before opening her eyes, "What time is it?" ”

"Nine-forty," Sherlock said, moving his gaze back to the forensic report in his hand, and continued without looking up, "hungry?" Only coffee and sandwiches, delivered by Lestrade. ”

"I didn't brush my teeth." Erin was not fully awake yet, and muttered in a nasal voice.

Sherlock looked up at her, "You can choose to be hungry. ”

Erin was completely awake now, and naturally continued: "Or?" ”

Sherlock's mind was reminded of the street map of the streets around Scotland Yard, and he said slowly, "Or wait ten minutes for us to leave Scotland Yard and take ten minutes to the nearest restaurant, which is still in light traffic, and according to the traffic jams in London that I have observed, there will be a big traffic jam today." ”

"Looks like I don't really have a choice, do I?" Comrade Xiao Ai said helplessly, but she resolutely stretched out her hand to the paper bag on the messy case files and materials on the table.

Sherlock snorted.

"I'll never learn to use my body as a conduit like you do, sir." Without Sherlock's words, Erin understood the meaning of his soft snort, she muttered and added silently, "Maybe it's because you live in England and I grew up in China." "Oh, this is the dark cuisine of the British Empire, maybe it can't be considered black, but it's a fact.

"Obviously you don't know enough about the history of food in the UK." Sherlock was dual-minded, arguing with Erin while still looking at the forensic report in his hand at a rapid pace.

"Don't say it, you know it very well, hmm-" Erin let out a tangled monosyllabic sound as she took the solid-stuffed sandwich in her hand and looked at the restaurant logo on her coffee cup.

Sherlock was not surprised that Erin found out that the food was not from Scotland Yard, and reacted to her with some surprise: "What? ”

"I now feel guilty about the prank I did to Mycroft. You know, cannibalism has a short mouth. Erin's answer was met with a disapproving glance from Sherlock.

Mr. Detective, who has been working against his brother for a hundred years, did not have this kind of guilt that is rare in a hundred years because of drinking the coffee sent by his brother, not only that, but he also distorted the kindness of his brother to bring him food to prevent his brother from starving to death in Scotland Yard, and instilled it into Comrade Xiao Ai: "I hope you now have the understanding that Mycroft is an authentic and Taoist maniac, instead of being bought because of a little favor and losing in the future, There is no scum left to be used by the dead fat man. What are you thinking again? ”

Erin swallowed the food in her mouth before she slowly spoke: "I was thinking about the nickname you gave Mycroft, you see as far as I know, there is the Great Demon King, the British Government, the dead fat man, and now there is another control demon-"

"What exactly are you trying to express?" Sherlock, who hadn't achieved what he wanted, glared at him.

Erin wanted to say that he was so childish, but the silly words she said last night jumped out, and she didn't think about it, so she found another reason to prevaricate Sherlock: "Um, do you have a special nickname skill?" ”

Sherlock narrowed his eyes, "No, that's not what you wanted to say in the first place. ”

And then there's the naïve conversation.

Erin firmly denied Sherlock: "Yes. ”

Sherlock affirmed his observation: "No. ”

Erin accentuated her tone and insisted on what she said, "Yes." ”

Sherlock furrowed his eyebrows and said to Erin, "Obviously not. ”

Erin still wanted to continue to deny it, came to them and then was able to show off her face through a door, and opened her mouth uncomfortably: "Are you two elementary school students?" "Such a childish dialogue can still put flashbangs out, and there is no one in this pair, and Lestrade, who has the highest emotional intelligence among the three, now understands, where is this Sherlock crush, this is clearly the rhythm of a two-way crush!

Mr. Detective, who had been in the dark for no more than an hour, resolutely plugged in as a light bulb, no, he was down to business: "Can you two change places?" The officers in the evidence room were afraid to come in and work, and in fact, the whole of Scotland Yard could not work in peace. "Thank you Sherlock for the last four years at Scotland Yard and Anderson's big mouth.

Sherlock, who was in a position to be powerful, gestured to the boxes piled up on the table, and said insincerely, "Oh, don't worry, they'll settle down." ”

Erin glanced at it, and explained to the detective who had a premonition that came true: "This is the old case that Sherlock and I solved yesterday, the suspects, the motive for the crime, and the feasible evidence are all listed one by one, and what is needed now is for the detective to do further verification and implementation, and arrest the murderer who is at large." ”

Lestrade had mixed feelings for a moment, he didn't know whether to be grateful to Irene for being so good at talking and doing such a detailed job—of course the Inspector knew that it was Comrade Ai's list, could it still be Sherlock's fault—or whether he should feel sorry for the professional Su Zì of Scotland Yard, which had been set off in the Mariana Trench.

Sherlock, who seemed to know what the Inspector was thinking, scoffed, "Silence is better than sound here."

Lestrade stubbornly ignored it, looking at the pile of files scattered on the table, he thought he had better ask, "What about these?" ”

When it was time for Sherlock to squeak, he turned a deaf ear, Lestrade grinded his teeth, and beat the bag sooner or later, fortunately, as an assistant to the consulting detective, Comrade Xiao Ai spoke in time: "There are three cases that Sherlock thinks have a score of more than eight points, oh, now it's four," during which Sherlock glanced at her lightly, and Comrade Xiao Ai observed it before changing his words, "You need to conduct on-site investigation before making the final decision," Erin raised her wrist and looked at the time, "Give us four more minutes, I think that's it. ”

Sherlock had previously said that the second way to fill his stomach was to wait ten minutes, and now six minutes have passed.

Erin also asks Sherlock for sure, "Yes, sir?" ”

Sherlock tugged at the corners of his mouth reservedly, "Indeed. ”

Lestrade's face was expressionless, and he was thinking in his heart that he had really seen the hell: look at the tacit understanding between the two of them, the eyebrows and eyes, the spring heart rippling, hehe, it was the first time he had seen a secret crush into a passionate love!

The detective, who was no longer looking for abuse, was threatened, hugged the box on the ground, and said to the duo who were immersed in their own world: "The evidence room will give you four minutes, don't be polite." ”

Four minutes is four minutes, and Erin doesn't have much to do, just to eat and drink, and in the last half minute, she directs the paper man to 'restore the evidence room'.

Sherlock, who was wearing a coat and a scarf, turned his gaze to the light that came through the crack in the door of the evidence room, and walked over like a big agile cat without making any noise, and when Irene put the paper figure away, she suddenly opened the door of the evidence room.

Outside, Anderson, who had not had time to retreat from the corner, landed freely again, and he raised his face to meet Sherlock's shiny Oxford shoes, and he didn't want to look up any more.

Sherlock didn't even give him a single eye, he circled around like whack-a-mole, and the gopher shrank into their holes, right here behind the grid that retracted into the office area. Sherlock also greeted politely, "Oh, maybe I should say, good morning." ”

If you are polite, then the benevolent will see the wise.

Lestrade, who judged Sherlock's presence based on the shape on the outside, leaned out and saw Anderson lying on the ground, and after thinking about what was going on, he suddenly yelled: "Anderson!! "Scotland Yard's 100-year reputation...... It's all over.

Anderson "rubbed" up, leaned against the wall, and tried to pretend that nothing had happened before, and that was the best way to deal with it now.

Sherlock didn't bother to pay attention to him, and Erin, who followed out two steps slowly, remembered Anderson, and reminded Anderson when she remembered something: "I read the forensic report with your name on it, um, you took it back and rewrote it, there are typos and incorrect grammar. ”

With that, he followed Sherlock in front, leaving Anderson messy in the wind at the door of the evidence room.

The office area was silent, only the footsteps of Mr. Detective and Comrade Xiao Ai who seemed to be in a no-man's land, and as they walked forward, someone saluted them from behind. Sherlock didn't squint, Erin noticed it and turned her head to look back, her eyes shrunk, and she said a little dazed: "Good morning...?" ”

――Do you want to be so unanimous?

Before leaving Scotland Yard, they greeted Inspector Lestrade, who welcomed them in, and the inspector looked at the pair of stars with a look of lovelessness, "You really don't need to greet me in particular." "Wherever love goes, no one will stop it, even from heaven.

"Don't be stupid, Gal. It's just that I'm here to sue you, we took over the four thefts, and you are very idle anyway, so you don't have the extra energy to solve the case. As soon as Sherlock spoke, he pulled his feet into hatred, and Lestrade, who was facing him, covered his stomach with one hand and waved like a fly with the other: "Get out." "He should have said that a long time ago!

When the evil star left, the office area seemed to have turned on a switch, and all of a sudden it was full of people. Anderson, who had lost a big face, covered his broken heart, and came to Lestrade's desk to cry: "I was ridiculed for spelling mistakes and grammatical mistakes by an Asian who is not a native English speaker, but also has unique English learning skills. Chief, you know what? I have a very bad feeling right now, and I always feel like there's going to be more hell ahead! ”

"Oh, is it? Report all rewrite, rewrite, rewrite! "Lestrade made Anderson's bad premonition come true, but will it be that simple?

……

……

Three hours later, Lestrade was at the scene of the tumultuous crime, staring at Anderson who had set up the flag.