It's not just Scotland Yard and Sherlock who are paying attention to this triple case, but there is another party in London who is also paying attention to this serial case, or more precisely, one of them.

In front of the computer screen, a conversation is underway:

"All evidence of possibility has been erased, and they will never trace us or yours, Pro.M."

"M_: Before this failed commission, I remember who promised it so."

"That's because we didn't expect to be halfway through the game, Sherlock Holmes, Pro.M. If you allow us, then we are ready to solve this trouble. ”

"M_: Don't do superfluous things, a good boy must be obedient and obedient~ Otherwise, Daddy will beat you PP!"

"So you're willing to give us another chance to atone for our sins, Pro.M?"

"M_: But I hate that I am not capable enough, but I still think that others are too capable of stupid people, what should I do?"

There was no follow-up message, and the computer was called Pro.M, the unbright halo from the computer screen was reflected on his face, and he still had a look of embarrassment on his face, coupled with his charming big black eyes, wet, which made him look particularly innocent, as if it was not him who decided the life and death of the other party in the hand conductor dance room, and it was someone else's fault, who made them too stupid.

That's right, all of them are stupid.

The Mr. Sharp who tried to make a false impression was, and so was the executor who assisted him in carrying out this commission. Pro.M pursed his lips and said as if muttering to himself: "Really, I thought I could develop a chess piece that is not so stupid, but who would have thought that he was so unlucky and was crashing into the hands of our great consulting detective, then I can only say that he is stupid, I am a super fan of him~"

Pro.M, who claims to be Sherlock Holmes, the world's only consulting detective superfan, is really not just talking. Oh, maybe we can get a glimpse or two of his other titles, consulting criminals, which is also a unique profession in the world.

The great consulting Mr. Criminal, Jim Moriarty, is exposed to a crime-related activity, and his main business is like a commission from Andy Sharp - "Dear Jim, can you help me get the Hawke family's property?" Of course, it's just a small business, but Jim is a little upset that he gets messed up by a bunch of idiots.

A little unhappy Jim turned off the message board and brought up another follow-up document, and when he saw a picture that appeared on the screen, he immediately puffed up his face childishly.

In the photo on the screen, a young man with curly black hair leans over to kiss an Asian girl with black hair. I have to say that this photo is captured very well, first of all, given that it is a dragonfly kiss, the timing is well controlled, again, with the surrounding scenery, the atmosphere revealed in the photo is particularly warm and romantic, and people can't help but smile when they see it.

Jim didn't look at it anymore, he grinned, showing a mouthful of white teeth, "Hmm, I'm still happy that I've earned the nickname 'The Virgin', but why is there more nickname breakers around me so quickly, isn't 'Theiceman doing something?" Let's see what's so special about this nickname Lady Destroyer. As he spoke, he put his hand on the keyboard, and soon he would get the information he wanted. You must know that in the network, he is the king!

Because the consulting criminal gave the order, no chess piece in his criminal network dared to do superfluous things, but the consulting detective investigation was not so ... Shun lì 了:

Mrs. Hudson knew that her two tenants upstairs had gone out in the evening to investigate the case, and she didn't think much of it, nor did she think it was so wrong that Sherlock had done so many outrageous things before, so much so that she was calm. But after she had dinner and watched the TV series for a while, before going back to the bedroom to sleep, she didn't hear any movement from them coming back, and it seemed that this case was quite tricky.

Mrs. Hudson got up early the next morning, and without going up to the second floor, she thought that her two tenants must have returned, because there was a ...... in the hallway The smell, she suddenly fanned her nose, "Oh my God, what did Sherlock do again?" ”

Mrs. Hudson couldn't stand it and went back to the house, but the worried old lady still prepared tea and brought it to the second floor, which she used to do, who told her to have a tenant who loved to treat her as a housekeeper, but since Irene came, she basically didn't have to worry about the tenant's food and drink, and she didn't have to worry about him starving himself to death one day, but today she didn't smell the smell of food from upstairs, maybe the girls were too tired to get up to cook, of course, it was also possible that her nose was smoked by the smell.

"For God's sake, Sherlock, did you bring something back from the garbage heap?"

When the landlady went up to the second floor and smelled a stronger stench, she couldn't help but complain to Sherlock, who was wrapped in a coffee-colored dressing gown and standing on the sofa.

Sherlock didn't answer her, and Mrs. Hudson got used to it, so she walked around the living room with the tray in her hand, and felt that she couldn't find a really clean place, so she had to go to the kitchen with the tray in hand. Oh, thankfully, the kitchen hadn't been ravaged by Sherlock, but there was no sign of a fire either, and Mrs. Hudson put the tea-tray on the dining table and leaned into the living room to ask, "When the hell did you two come back from outside?" Erin hasn't woken up yet, has she? She must be tired, a girl's body, where can she compare to you, who jumps up and down all day long. ”

Sherlock said coldly, "That's right. ”

Mrs. Hudson: "Huh? ”

"You're right, I spent half an hour in the garbage heap, and then I was lucky enough to find a pile of useless garbage." Sherlock pouted.

"No wonder," said Mrs. Hudson, who was not at all surprised, looked around at the computer that had been randomly placed on the floor, and asked, "Is this your computer?" You smashed it? ”

"Nope."

Mrs. Hudson waited a moment, but before Sherlock could say the next word, she turned around and was smoky at the stench coming from the trash can, "That's not true." The landlady was about to go downstairs, but when she walked to the door, she suddenly remembered something and became excited: "So, you and Erin are really starting to fall in love now, right?" Isn't it a misunderstanding? That's a good thing, really, but her dad doesn't agree, does he? ”

Sherlock impatiently interrupted Mrs. Hudson's gossip: "Isn't tea to be served with cookies?" ”

"There's no more at home," said Mrs. Hudson casually, returning to the original topic, "and that's what you're going to do, and how do you think about dating?" ”

"You have more to do, Mrs. Hudson."

"I didn't—" Before Mrs. Hudson could finish speaking, Sherlock was glared out of the door by Sherlock, who got up from the couch, and unceremoniously closed the door, and as soon as he turned around, the door to his bedroom was pulled open from the inside. He and Irene, who looked dazed, and her face began to flush after the dazedness, turned her eyes squarely, Sherlock cleared her throat and said dryly, "Woke you up?" ”

Erin looked left and right, and finally simply lowered her head, and happened to see that she was still wearing Sherlock's pajamas, in addition to the shirt and black trousers she wore yesterday, she recalled that after returning from the scene of the murder of Alan Blaine, she was pulled by the excited Sherlock to investigate Albert Hawke's business circle, circle of friends and enemy circle, and before she knew it, time passed, and she went to the back, "I must have slept last night." ”

"You're, 2:40 a.m." Sherlock replied quickly, and then stiffened his words: "Hmm, so do you want to have morning tea?" ”

Erin's tone was also dry: "Mrs. Hudson sent it?" ”

Sherlock still had his hand on the doorknob, motionless, "Yep, no cookies though." ”

Erin reached out and pulled off her Sherlock pajamas, "Well, I think I'd better wash up first." ”

"Washing? Yes, yes, we can go to the Chinese restaurant on Baker Street for breakfast. Sherlock said quickly.

"Uh-huh." Erin was about to go upstairs when she was stopped by Sherlock, and the consulting detective said to his girlfriend in a posture of researching the case: "You don't need to be embarrassed, we're boyfriend and girlfriend now, it's normal, I mean you sleep in my bedroom." ”

"Oh my God, I think I must be stupid right now." Erin reached out to cover her face, she was now as red as an apple.

"It's pretty silly," Sherlock, who also seconded it, really saved his emotional intelligence this time, because he quickly added, "But it's kind of cute." ”

Erin put down the hand covering her face to look at him, and he said casually, "What are you still standing stupidly for?" Aren't you going to wash up? ”

Well, emotional intelligence has fallen back in.

……

Eventually, they went to the Chinese restaurant on Baker Street for breakfast, as 221B didn't fire and the smell of Sherlock had brought back from the garbage heap. He actually went through the garbage chute of Alan Blaine's apartment building yesterday, and as he himself said, he 'crawled' in the garbage heap for half an hour, and it smelled good.

Comrade Xiao Ai, who had finally escaped from the early stage of love, came downstairs and smelled it, and finally remembered what to do, "I'll let the paper man clean it up, well, I have to say," she said and became serious, "The great Sherlock Holmes has once again made a touching sacrifice for the detective career, really." ”

“Shutup.” This wasn't the compliment Sherlock wanted to hear, oh, it's not compliment, it's clearly a joke.

Erin's eyes flashed with slyness: "I'm not done yet." ”

"I know what you're going to say." After Sherlock finished speaking, he opened the door and walked out, and Erin followed with a smile, and asked with a very curious spirit, "Then tell me, what am I going to say?" ”

"You want to say that I made a 'moving sacrifice' but did not reap the fruits of victory!" Sherlock squinted at his girlfriend and said that he rummaged through the garbage chute for half an hour and found nothing, not to mention the fact that he was so dramatic, and he also fought back without losing the battle, "I personally think this is much more noble than someone getting something for nothing, I don't know what someone thinks?" ”

"But someone you said for nothing, after she reaped the fruits of victory, wanted to pass on the news more than once to the consulting detective who was making a moving sacrifice, hoping that he would stop doing useless work, but he ruthlessly ignored it. I don't know about this, what do you think, Mr. Holmes? Erin slipped her hand into the pocket of her orange coat and smiled brightly at Mr. Holmes, successfully making Mr. Holmes' face lengthen.

Mr. Holmes, with his face elongated, hurried downstairs.

Erin also deliberately angered him: "The smell has spread to the corridor." In exchange for her boyfriend's "hum"!

Well, after removing the dramatic element from the whole affair between the two of them, it goes like this: while Sherlock went to rummage through the garbage road, Erin chose the quickest way, and she directly asked Alan Blaine, who turned into a ghost, and although he was still obsessed with equestrian competitions after becoming a ghost, he was not really indifferent to his vain death. Erin learns directly from him where Andy Sharp discarded the computer and the blood-spattered coat. It took less than five minutes, but she texted Sherlock, but Sherlock ignored it, and the phone call was treated in the same way, and in the end, Erin sent the paper bird over.

Hmm, that's really... Smelly realization.

When they walked out of the door of 221B, the two were 'reconciled', and Erin stopped teasing her boyfriend, but asked about the case: "After I went to sleep, did you find any reliable clues?" ”

"Nope." Sherlock put his hand in his coat pocket, a little frustrated but more eager to say, "I think we may have gone in the wrong direction, we should not start with Albert Hawke's enemies, but from the fact that he died according to the original plan, and that Mr. Taishen inherited his inheritance, and who else would benefit from it." Whoever has the most to gain is likely to be the more senior gentleman we are looking for. Now we don't have enough information to find, I'm going to visit the butler after breakfast, and I think he'll be happy to provide more information. ”

"Well, I think so, I won't go with you."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "Huh? ”

"The evidence we had yesterday was enough to name Mr. Sharp as the prime suspect in that robbery and homicide, and I thought I could submit that part of the report to Inspector Lestrade." Erin explained, and her boyfriend's comment was: "Boring. ”

As everyone knows, Inspector Lestrade is on a rampage at Scotland Yard!