221B Baker Street

"Sherlock, do you know you have a special texting technique?" Erin pulls out her newly configured phone and shows it to Sherlock, who is lying on the couch, and there are two text messages from Sherlock.

If it's convenient, come to Baker Street - SH

Inconvenient to come - SH

"Oh." Sherlock replied casually, opened his eyes and glanced at Erin casually, originally just a casual glance, but after realizing the problem, he turned into a fixed look. He narrowed his eyes and asked nonchalantly, "Who did you fight with?" ”

Erin said "oh", and then it was gone.

Sherlock sat up from his couch with a "carp fight", took out his mobile phone that he had casually thrown aside, and swiped it, saying in a sparse and usual tone, "Oh, maybe I should remind you that as an assistant, you should follow in my footsteps and not do anything else halfway." Now that you've seen the crime scene, what do you think? ”

Erin lowered her eyes and said, "What I can tell you is that this is indeed a parody case. ”

"Of course it's a parody case! What made you come to this—" Sherlock said halfway through and suddenly remembered the new world that Irene had opened for him, "oh, oh, it seems that there is anything else I don't know about ghosts, and you must be kind enough to tell me." ”

Erin thought for a moment and replied to him, "I can sue you, but we haven't solved this parody case yet." ”

"This parody is only worth five points, boring." Sherlock looked up, his bright and clear eyes returned to Erin again, and was about to say something, when a new text message came from his phone, he looked at the content of the text message, and temporarily gave up the plan from Erin about how she determined that "this is just a real human imitation case", and stood up: "Now we will go and solve this boring imitation case." ”

"Wait—"

"What's the problem? I don't think I need to remind you of your professionalism as an assistant. Sherlock was right, as if there really was a regulation, no, as if the assistant position was real. After he finished speaking, he didn't wait for Erin's answer, put on his coat and scarf in a dashing manner, and was about to go out, as if he was sure that Erin would definitely follow.

But when he had gone down the stairs to the door, he didn't hear footsteps behind him, and the corners of Mr. Detective's originally raised mouth were smoothed out in an instant. However, when he opened the door of 221B, there was the sound of Erin hurrying down the stairs behind him, he opened the door, and said with some impatience of "As an assistant, I actually asked the boss to wait for you": "Why don't you take an example, and why don't I know when you started drinking coffee?" ”

"Refresh your mind."

Sherlock cocked the collar of his coat and snorted in dissatisfaction with Irene's concept of stealing, and waited until this boring parody was solved! “Taxi！”

Taxis are readily available.

Waiting for the taxi, Erin asked Sherlock, "Where are we going now?" After waiting for a moment and not hearing Sherlock answer her, she glanced at Sherlock, who seemed to be struggling with the keyboard of her phone, and thought about repeating the question in a flattering tone, but this time adding a referent at the end, "Sir?" ”

Sherlock replied condescendingly: "The murderer is a pretentious man, and he strives to imitate Jack the Ripper perfectly, as can be seen from the victim he chose this time, Kate Evans, who used the alias Mary Kelly, the chosen crime scene address Dorset Street, and the nicks and cuts on the victim's body. In this case, the tool he chooses will not be an ordinary knife, but will be the same as the one used by Jack the Ripper: a Liston knife, with a narrow and long blade, six to eight inches.

In fact, our killer did use a Liston knife, as evidenced by the fragments of the handle of the murder weapon I found on the victim's body, as well as the cuts on the victim's body. Here's the point, there are less than a hundred Liston knives in existence today, and if the murderer wants to get such an antique knife, he must go to a dealer who sells special antiques. I asked my informant to inquire, and he just sent me a text message with an address where we are going now. ”

- This is probably the legendary "I say one sentence, you have ten sentences waiting for me".

Erin quickly adapted to Sherlock's speed of speech, and reacted quickly after Sherlock's speech, she faked a cough and said slowly: "I'm assuming you didn't bring anything back from the scene of the crime, such as the fragment of the handle of the murder weapon?" ”

Sherlock blinked, and said equally slowly, "I assume you've also completed the task I gave you?" ”

Erin replied solemnly: "Of course, a famous teacher makes a high apprentice." ”

Then the pair of "master and apprentice", who also succeeded in holding sheep from the scene of the crime, looked at each other and smiled, all without saying a word.

When he arrived at the shop where he bought special antique goods, Sherlock got a few words from the boss and found out that a customer had bought a Liston knife from him a week earlier.

"What are we going to do now? To pretend that you accidentally saw a list of customers in a drawer behind the counter? Erin blinked and asked Sherlock in a low voice, she was starting to feel a little sleepy, it seemed that the black coffee she had drunk earlier did not play a particularly big role, and she decided to draw a dozen talismans to refresh her mind when she got back.

Sherlock glanced around and quickly analyzed the structure of the entire store and everyone in the store, including the customers, the owner, and the staff, and quickly analyzed the feasibility of stealing the customer list without attracting attention.

"Actually, I have an idea." Erin tugged at Sherlock's sleeve and looked up at him.

Sherlock lowered his eyes to look at her, asking a silent question.

Under the dim yellow light of the antique shop, the bright, sharp and fearsome edge of the consulting detective is softened, making him seem to return to the world; And his assistant, Comrade Xiao Ai, who came from afar, had a little bit of moisture in his eyes due to sleepiness, which gave his black and white eyes a hazy halo. One bows his head, the other looks up, and in the eyes of others, it is a beautiful scene that will smile when he sees it.

The shopkeeper, who didn't know that his customer list had been remembered, stepped forward and picked up a product in front of the two of them, "This is the new antique handcuffs in the store, you-" Needless to say, he just showed an ambiguous and understanding smile, and the rest of the words do you know and I understand, after all, everyone is an adult.

"I know, from Oxford Prison, which closed in 1996." Sherlock, as always, didn't understand the "very connotative" smile, but he understood the material and origin of the antique handcuffs.

The innkeeper was also misunderstood, and swept over Sherlock and Irene, his smile becoming more and more meaningful, "Then you should take it all the more and go to the Malmaison Hotel, they have converted the original cell of Oxford Prison into a guest room." ”

Erin understood before Sherlock, her otherwise pale face quickly flushed, and before Sherlock could say anything, she grabbed his hand and dragged him out.

That's right, it's drag, Sherlock is powerless to resist at all, but that's not the point, the point is that the shopkeeper's smile is bigger after seeing their interaction, well, it doesn't seem to be the point either. The point is, after Sherlock asks Erin what this is and why-

Erin looked down at her toes, and after kicking a pebble on the side of the road, she silently explained: "I think that handcuff is not only an antique handcuff, but also a fun handcuff, which can be used on the Malmason Hotel." ”

"Oh... Oh! "Just because Sherlock was an older virgin doesn't mean he didn't know anything about it, but perhaps he did a detailed study of sexuality ♂ ♂, oh, like 243 types of soot, of course. After a brief silence, Sherlock said in a bored tone, "God, what do they have in their straw bale heads, it's boring." ”

Sherlock's attitude of "honor and disgrace" infected Erin, she held back the sleepiness that had already sprung up, put this little embarrassment behind her, put the back of her hand against her lips and coughed, "I can let the paper bird go in and check the customer list, but it will take a little time, my current phone has not been modified, and there is no way to reproduce it in real time." ”

Remember? Sherlock once deduced that Erin studied mechanical engineering, and she also repaired locomotives by herself, and she was very talented in this area, modifying her own mobile phone, which can connect scientific majors and non-scientific side jobs, and truly break down the barriers between academics! Listening to her tone, it wasn't the first time she had done such a thing. By the way, Sherlock's reaction also reinforces the impression that "Sherlock is an asexual".

Sherlock's eyes sparkled, and he suppressed his excitement at discovering the New World and asked, "How long will it take at least?" ”

"It depends on the thickness of that customer list—" Before Erin could finish her sentence, Sherlock waved her hand indifferently, "I have a better idea." He walked to the alley next to the antique shop, and half a minute later Sherlock's anxious and panicked voice sounded in the alley: "God, there has been a robbery at Blackston XII antique store, someone is injured, please come quickly!" ”

Oh, by the way, he's calling the police.