It's that book again.

A collection of world rock lyrics.

#夏洛克简直是爱上这本书了#

#还有他什么时候到她房间里拿的这本书? #

Connie took the book Sherlock handed over and opened her eyes as she looked at the plain drawing on the cover.

Sherlock put a piece of meat in his mouth and looked at Connie with a somewhat patient expression.

"458" Finally, in the relative silence of the two, Sherlock killed a small half of the meal and put down the dishes and chopsticks.

Connie looked at him, then at the food, and finally turned her gaze to the book, turning to page 458.

"It's not stupid."

Complimented Connie: "......"

She was really curious now, what the hell was ......

The fair, slender wrist paused, and the fingertips rested in the center of the plain white page.

braindamage。

Brain damage.

Isn't this a collection of poems she sighed at that time, and once admired the author of the 'disabled will'.

However, the first verse that accompanied the title slid into her eyes also made her stunned.

Her palms trembled slightly, and her fingers skimmed over each word, reading the words.

"The madman is in the grass."

"The madman is in the grass."

"Memories of games, daisy garlands and laughter."

"Be sure to make them behave......"

For a moment, the corpse of the man lying outside the Sherlock Holmes house—he was on the grass.

The dead family of four -- also on the grass.

There are also games, daisy garlands, and ...... Laugh.

Mona Lisa's smile.

Connie shuddered, and looked at Sherlock with a chill: "You won't sue me, both cases are related to this...... Relate? ”

#千万说不是#

#不然她真是 [beep] dog #

Sherlock didn't speak, just looked at her intently.

“……”

Connie nodded weakly, "I see......"

“…… But it really has nothing to do with me. ”

He resumed eating: "I know. ”

Connie goes on to read: "The madman is ...... in the hall."

"So the next victim will die in the hall? Where is the lobby? ”

Sherlock curled the corners of his mouth slightly: "Scotland Yard." ”

Connie was thinking that it wouldn't be the White House, when she heard Sherlock's words, and leaned forward abruptly: "The police department? You can't be so arrogant, right? Do you have a reasoning when you say that? And what about the victims? ”

Sherlock reached out and flicked her forehead, "Think, Connie, your head is about to rust." ”

"How do you think about this......"

"In a simpler way, what can you tell you from the books you've read and your common sense? For example, the character of the murderer? ”

Connie thought back to the two cases: "He is very smart, very careful, bold, each case has been carefully laid out and planned to be perfect, and you can see no personal traces of the murderer from the corpse, which means that he is a very experienced person, and very persistent, and even reached a state of stubbornness and even addiction to this kind of thing, maybe this is not his first case...... This is a perverted repeat offender! Connie exclaimed, covering her mouth in surprise.

"Then he didn't deal with these people because of vendetta or interests...... And just enjoy such murders? Although this kind of person is collectively called a pervert, even if it is a pervert and a pervert, there is still a difference.

For example, the couple who kidnapped her, Amy's parents, and her father Edward are pure perverts, but that kind of pervert is not the same as today.

#世界真是发展地hin快啊#

#这年头变态都分高中低档次了#

#为世界点上一个大排档的蜡烛#

Although the argument is the same as Sherlock's, Connie's perspective is different from Sherlock's, and it can be regarded as logical, Sherlock is not demanding, nodding in agreement: "So, the next victim." ”

Almost instantly, Connie's mind was filled with the blonde cow of the afternoon...... "Pauline!?" ”

A delicate and persistent madman who orchestrates a vigorous murder in broad daylight like London's Central Park.

However, ten minutes after the police took away the body, Pauline, the "representative" of the London Police Department, announced that the reporter's family of four had died of poisoning.

This is simply provoking that madman with his life.

And now that I think about it, those people are definitely not poisoned.

After all, poisoning will have some symptoms, such as black lips, blue complexion, dilated pupils, etc., but there is no such phenomenon as zài in that family of four, so it is most likely not poisoning.

And Sherlock said that the murderer is likely to be in the crowd, so that is to say......

Miss Pauline succeeds in getting the attention of her killer.

#这个磨人的小妖精#

Despite hating Miss Pauline, Connie silently lit a wax for her at this moment.

She continued: "The madman is in the hall. The newspaper pressed their wrinkled faces to the ground. Every day, the boy who delivered the newspaper delivered more. ”

Can I deliver newspapers in a place like the police station?

"Maybe you can let Lace check what kind of newspaper Scotland Yard subscribes to?" She mentions yì.

Seeing that Sherlock didn't speak, Connie immediately called Lestrade, but for some reason there was always a feeling that she was tossing around on the side, and Sherlock was quietly watching her.

The lyrics were filmed and sent to Lestrade, who was stunned when he received Connie's text message.

Not to mention whether Scotland Yard needs to subscribe to a newspaper or not, that madman would choose to do it at such a time, or Pauline from the police station!

This speculation is just crazy.

Putting down the phone, Connie sighed, "I told Lace that he had sent someone to protect Pauline." Connie felt that she was such a generous girl.

Pauline hated it so much, she didn't even bother to hide anything.

#给这么大度的自己献上一个大号的牛奶布丁! #

Sherlock smiled, pulled a tissue and slowly wiped the corners of his mouth, "Go read a book." ”

She wouldn't have known that she had just put Pauline in the arms of the murderer.

After all, it is not a small problem to set up in the police station.

And Connie just created a chance for him.

But...... Who cares.

Sherlock, who had the intention of punishing Pauline, did not sue Sù Connie, her choice was well-intentioned, but when she encountered Pauline's character, she might or may not be self-defeating by herself.

Of course, he was still happy to see Connie show kindness and generosity.

After all, as a young girl who is still underage, it is still more important to cultivate the correct three views.

Too narrow views and minds will hinder her growth.

In addition to that, there was enough experience - he believed in her.

God knows how sour Mycroft and Bruce would have been when they knew the idea.

I don't have such a thing as three views, let alone let others cultivate righteousness! True! Target! Three! See!

#Ishesherlockorwhat?#

#然而康妮强大的人品表示不怕! #

Seeing that Sherlock had finished his dinner, he flipped through a book and looked quietly on the couch, Connie did not disturb him, turned around and made a cup of coffee and brought it in, and the original plate had already been taken away by the subordinates - this was another place that Connie thought was a good place.

She likes to cook, but she doesn't like to put away the dishes.

#只不过奔着人要有始有终的样子#

There's no need to deprive her of cooking or put away the dishes and chopsticks - she wants to hug Sherlock's thighs forever.

But in the struggle of family affection and external temptations.

#本康妮还是会选择哈德森太太和亨利的#

#毕竟我是如此重情重义的吕纸#

And Lestrade, who received the call, didn't even finish dinner now, so he hurriedly called his friends in the police station and asked them to deploy police forces to protect Pauline.

"What's wrong?"

Lestrade looked at his wife and smiled, "It's okay, it's just that Sherlock speculates that the next victim is likely to be Pauline, the person who spoke for the London Police today." ”

But he didn't pay attention to the glimmer of light that flashed under those bewitching eyes.

"In that case, you should be careful."

"I see." Lestrade smiled knowingly.

Although the two are one beautiful and one British, but his wife came to the UK alone for him, he is still very grateful, although the two are now a little less together and more separated, but such happiness still makes him feel trembling.

"How's the work?" He asked, taking a sip of his red wine.

"It's not bad, I got a job as an administrator, and since I'm married, I don't want to look for a job that is too busy." She smiled and looked particularly gentle.

Lestrade kissed her on the cheek: "Thank you." My dear. ”

She was always so gentle and understanding. Sometimes he thinks that when he got such a wife, is it a mistake from God to point the wrong marriage, or is it his character accumulated over the past 30 years?

After dinner, Lestrade went to the police station, because after receiving the call, Pauline found out, and was clamoring to find Sherlock.

And Lestrade knew that with Pauline's character, Sherlock might not have minded, but if Pauline was in front of Connie now, Sherlock would not be so frivolous, after all, he could faintly feel that Connie was different from Sherlock, not to mention that they were still in the main house of Sherlock at this time.

Don't say anything else.

If it really made Sherlock unhappy, he didn't have to do anything at all, just wait for the murderer to do it.

And he didn't have the confidence to save Pauline.

It's not just a woman's business, it's a matter of face for the entire London Police Department.

If Pauline had an accident this time, or in the police station, the prestige of Scotland Yard would have been directly reduced to negative in the eyes of the people.

"This damn Pauline." With a low curse, Lestrade rushed to the police station with great dissatisfaction.

I finally had a night to linger with my wife......

And after seeing Reintrid drive away, a man of 1.85 meters appeared at the door of Relestrade's house.

"Dear Layla, long time no see." A magnetic voice sounded behind Layla's ears, and she looked behind her, a flash of joy and bitterness flashed across her face at the sight of that handsome face.

"Why are you here?"

The man approached, hugged her waist and kissed her cheek.

"We've seen each other for a long time, what, don't you miss me?" A warm wetness bubbled up behind her ear, causing a slight shiver.

If Sherlock had been here, he would have recognized this man.

On the day of Lestrade's wedding, the man who accompanied the woman into the auditorium - her father.

It's just that this face is completely different from the old man in his fifties and sixties who looked like he was on that day, and this man looked to be only in his thirties.

And Layla is not Layla's name now.

Today, her name is as an American police officer, and she is "Barbie" as Lestrade's wife.

Barbie Swan.