Will and Mycroft re-struck a deal, and the deal was very beneficial for everyone, with Mycroft helping Will get information about the case, and Will giving Mycroft relevant clues.

In this transaction, both of them made a sure profit.

Mycroft's identity was there, and he could easily get what Will wanted to see. In fact, neither of them knew that the secret between them was discovered by one of the people who should not have found it the least.

In general, Lestrade was quite surprised when he saw Mycroft that night, and the exhaustion of a busy night disappeared in an instant, as if in a romance novel. He looked at the smiling man sitting on the couch in the hall and secretly pinched himself to make sure he wasn't hallucinating from exhaustion.

"Mycrof?"

"Welcome home, Greg and little Charlie."

Sherlock looks at the sky, but in fact, he is only incidental, right? Mycroft wants to bald and curse him not to lift the fat man Holmes's eyes from the moment Lestrade entered the door for a meeting was glued to his body, how could he possibly remember his brother's save.

Sherlock didn't want to play any brothers, friends, brothers, and brothers, so he simply nodded and dragged his somewhat tired body upstairs, he had to get up early tomorrow. Reviewing the previous information again, they are very careful, tomorrow he and Lestrade are going to re-screen the relationship network of the three victims, Sherlock believes that if they use the same courier, there will be some clues, and at the same time check the people who have lived in the hotel and the people who have entered it in the recent period to see who gave the murderer a chance to enter the hotel.

When Sherlock went upstairs, Mycroft patted his place, "If you're still in the spirit, we can talk." ”

The two of them knew exactly what they were going to talk about, there was a lot of pressure on Lestrade's side, although he could still withstand/hold it, but it would be very uncomfortable to be trapped in his heart and not say anything, and Lestrade thought for a second and then did it to McCroft's side. He let out a long sigh, the murderer had done a perfect job, and with the fact that there might be a black hand behind him, any clues they wanted to find were quickly cleared.

Sherlock didn't say anything, but Lestrade could clearly feel the strong unpleasant smell emanating from him.

They are now led by the nose by the murderer, and they do not have any initiative.

The killer seems to have stopped in the last two days, and I don't know if he is preparing to commit a bigger case or if he wants to stop there. No matter how you guess Scotland Yard or Sherlock, the reason why the murderer has been quiet in the past two days has something to do with him tearing his face with Moriarty. He was calculated by Moriarti once, so he became vigilant, and he didn't dare to underestimate the forces behind Jim Moriarty, so in order to protect himself, the man hid himself in the crowd and did not let Moriarti find out.

He thought that Moriati couldn't find his home, who knew that the man had already arranged someone to monitor him nearby, and the reason why he didn't make a move in the first place was to wait for his psychiatrist to make a move, otherwise the man wouldn't have survived that night.

The murderer's failure to commit the crime also provided them with some time.

It was during this time that Lestrade thought about a lot of things, about the murderer, about the case, until Mycroft put his hands on his shoulders and massaged them, that Lestrade suddenly realized that he was at home and not in the office.

"The people at Scotland Yard don't really like Sherlock being involved in our case."

This is a simple statement, he calmly said his subordinates' opinions about Sherlock, and Mycroft nodded slowly and said, "I understand that not everyone can accept a character like Charlie. ”

Lestrade pursed his lips and laughed, "Yes, my subordinates are going to hate Sherlock to death, and if someone hadn't stopped me, I'm afraid they'd pounce on Sherlock and beat him up." ”

The hated Sherlock, that poisonous tongue really makes people want to squash him to relieve his anger, if someone hadn't stopped him, if he hadn't remembered that they were policemen, Sherlock would have been beaten up a long time ago.

"How long have you been buying Sherlock?"

"Seven days...... Seven days later, if Sherlock can't find the killer, he will quit the Scotland Yard case altogether, but if he ......"

"But if little Harry solves the case, you'll be able to shut the mouths of the Scotland Yard murder team." ”

"Clever!"

That's what Lestrade thinks, as long as Sherlock can catch the killer or find the murderer, he can have an excuse to gag them and let them not talk about it, and they can't do without Sherlock, but everyone has to admit that since Sherlock appeared, their solving rate is much higher than before.

"Need my help?"

Mycroft lowered his head and asked in a low voice about Reistride, now the posture of the two people is leaning back on the sofa and leaning back, the other is slightly bowing his head, Mycroft's breathing Reestrade feels clearly, this action is really ambiguous, as if the two of them will kiss together in the next second.

Mycroft really wanted to kiss him, but when he thought of the consequences of the linkage that would follow, he decisively stopped his crooked thoughts.

"I'll ask you for help if I need to, but it's a bit overkill to catch a prisoner with an agent, right?"

McCroft laughed, "If you need it, even if I personally go out on the street to arrest people, it's not overkill." ”

The man's sweet words said that Lestrade was very comfortable in his heart, and the two of them sat side by side in the end to chat, and all the pressure before was now gone, and it was the first time in the past two days that Lestrade was like this...... Relaxed.

Mycroft had to think about Will's suggestion, and perhaps this was really an opportunity to curry favor with Reistrade.

The next day, Mycroft got all the information Will wanted, and he found an excuse that Mrs. Holmes missed Will and took him away temporarily, during which Hannibal rarely said anything, and even smiled to help Will pack his small bag, mobile phone and wallet, and bag with candy.

All Will was thinking about the case, and Hannibal and Jim Moriarty, so he didn't really look at what Hannibal was thinking.

Hannibal knew Will's secret, in fact, when Will moved his computer and then pretended to be asleep, Hannibal began to be suspicious, when Will proposed to be sleepy and went to the shower, Hannibal went upstairs when he was busy with his own hand, who knew that there was no one in their room, he thought about it for a while to know where Will should be.

He was brought back by Mycroft, and the man must have known what Will was like to bring him back, and even Mycroft knew that Will was disguised as a simple child.

So he heard the intermittent conversation between Will and Mycroft, and after his own "brain supplement", Hannibal probably understood everything. Will found out about his use of his name, and probably also discovered the small actions he was doing behind his back, and Will will ask Mycroft to help investigate the case this time, probably not wanting to be in a passive position.

But if Mycroft could put Jim Moriah under surveillance, maybe Will would be a little safer.

Hannibal didn't say anything after discovering Will's secret, but pretended not to find anything.

Hannibal didn't know what his little teacup was thinking, but Hannibal was pretty sure that Will wouldn't hurt him. Whatever Will's thoughts, Hannibal was ready to stand still until he admitted that he had a memory.

Thinking about it like this, some of Will's small actions are really cute, pretending to be stupid and stunned Those somewhat childish disguises, Hannibal really wants to know what Will will do next, now it belongs to the confrontation between the two armies, and only the one who is really patient can win the final initiative.

Whether he ate Will to death for many years to come, or whether he obeyed Will's ideas, depends on who can really hold his breath this time.

However, Hannibal considers himself an old and spicy hunter, and he has never lacked patience, which means that this time it was Will who lost.

Will has also been favored by Hannibal recently, and his guard is a little lowered, people can't be in a lie for a long time, when facing Hannibal, Will always mentions twelve points of vigilance, but it is common to be paralyzed and relaxed after a long time.

He was now sitting in McCroft's car, looking at the text in his hand.

Will is the most outstanding profiler of the FBI, his ability can be called empathy in Hannibal's opinion, the advantage is that Will can replay the entire process of the crime in his brain, he even treats himself as the murderer at the time, and the disadvantage is that if Will can't hold it, he may be deeply trapped in the murderer's love xù and can't extricate himself.

As far as Hannibal knows, Hannibal is probably the only one who knows about Will's ability.

Mycroft looked at Will and closed his eyes, he looked at the boy with some curiosity, wanting to see what kind of hole cards he still hadn't played, the boy could indeed be a good helper if he was trained well, he didn't have too much ambition, and he was not suitable for being the leader.

The first case.

Bill Moulton, the name of the first victim, died in an alley. Will felt himself walking into an alley, a quiet, deserted alley, where a tall man was waiting for him, holding something in his hands, waiting for someone. Yes, this Mr. Bill Moulton is waiting for someone, and that person is ...... "I".

"I" stepped forward and whispered his name, "I" voice was a little muffled, and the man who was waiting for "me" turned his head and said yes, and then "I" hooked the corners of his mouth, yes, he was not wrong. The man is a good thief, he has harmed many families, and even stole the last savings of the family, and the prison life has not made him restricted, but has become worse.

Bill Moulton seems to be waving a mobile phone in his hand, and he wants to see who "I" really is, but at this time, "I" makes a move. "I" was more powerful than him, and easily subdued the fat him, "I" covered his mouth with one hand and broke his head from behind, and then the knife in his right hand was against his neck, "I" felt the heat of blood splattering, and the man made a whining sound and finally tended to nothingness.

"Thieves are not supposed to live in this world, stealing is your crime."

"I" said to him, and the last mercy made him die clearly, but he still died with his eyes wide open. "I" stared at his right hand, my booty, and then crouched down, "I" needed to take "my" loot to warn the world not to steal.

Before leaving, "I" looked into the eyes that never closed, as if asking who "I" was.

"I am God."

Oh, God...... The salutation opened Will's eyes, God? It seems that McCroft and their guess is right, the man does think of himself as God, Will looked through the text in his hand and confirmed the matter about the mobile phone again, too convinced that the man was asked out, and if there was no mobile phone at the scene and at Bill Moulton's home, it must have been taken by the murderer.

"The killer had asked Bill Moulton out, apparently by text message or whatever."

Before that, Scotland Yard and Sherlock were all wondering how the killer met the victim, and now it seems that they didn't meet so simply, but the murderer found them.

"You can ask Sherlock to ask Harold for help, and he will be able to get it back, regardless of whether the victim's mobile phone account is destroyed or all the information is deleted."

The genius Harold Lestrade is unbeatable in this regard.

Will turned to the third case, the case of Mr. Michael Hansen, according to Sherlock, the murderer should have been ambushed under the bed waiting for Mr. Michael Hansen and the person he wanted to cheat on, and then listened to them make some inappropriate sounds under the bed, until the two of them fell asleep, and even waited under the bed after the killing......

"I" opened the door with the key in my hand, the key was from the cleaning staff, this hotel "I" was very familiar with, the underside of the bed was empty, and the sheets hung down just enough to cover the people hiding inside.

"I" waited for several hours before I heard the sound of the door coming out of the door to open the door, the voice "I" was familiar but very unfamiliar, it was Mrs. Hansen's cheating husband, and the sound of the two people kissing anxiously sounded in "me" ears, which strengthened "I" determination to punish him.

The two of them tossed and turned for half a night and finally fell asleep, the man called and seemed to sleep soundly, "I" took out the weapon from his pocket, and then rubbed it out from under the bed, the ground was full of clothes, and the temperature in the room was suitable, so the two people who had just finished taking a shower were lying on the bed naked/naked.

"I" slaughtered the man first, and it only took a single knife to cut off his trachea, making it difficult for him to breathe and finally dying.

The woman woke up screaming when she heard the movement, she jumped to the ground like a rabbit and was about to run, "I" immediately grabbed her ankle and dragged the person down, the best thing in this room is the sound insulation, and I can't hear it even if I scream. The only person "I" punished today was Michael Hansen, so "I" mercifully spared the prostitute/woman, cut out her tongue and found a needle and thread to sew her mouth, by the way, by the way, put Michael Hansen's wedding ring in her mouth.

"I" took Michael Hansen's eyes off and lay back in his old position, and that night "I" slept very soundly, on top of the blood-stained sheets, and even on the bed there was a man who had just been slaughtered by "me", and a woman who had gone crazy.

But in my opinion, what I just slaughtered is nothing more than ...... Animal? Or maybe it's not even as good as animals.

Someone opened the door the next day, and "I" heard messy footsteps and screams, so "I" took advantage of the chaos to leave the level.

Oh, by the way, this hotel "I" have figured out before, and I know exactly when and what to do, after all, I used to come here a lot because of the delivery of couriers.

"The killer is very familiar with the hotel, and it seems that he has often sent things to this hotel, so it is not difficult for him to know the whole process of the hotel."

Will thought of this, and Sherlock also thought of it, he almost jumped to his feet, and he forgot about such an important thing.

The murderer actually made a crucial mistake, he is a person who knows the process of the hotel, but after too much clarity, he will become cautious, although he knows when to wait in the victim's room, this just tells everyone a problem, he should be a frequent visitor to the hotel.

As long as you check how many courier companies have come to deliver things in recent times, there may be relevant clues when comparing the three victims.

They asked for the hotel's recent registration form, asked who was on duty a few days before the crime, and asked them for some details. Don't say it's really asking something, on weekdays, things like express delivery or fast food are collected below, and only a few people let the person who delivers things upstairs because of their own needs. Five days before the case, there was a parcel delivered to the gentleman who lived on the twenty-third floor.

The person who spoke vaguely remembered that the courier said that the courier was very important, and it was best for the gentleman to sign it himself, so she put the person on it, and after a while she remembered that the man came down with the box again, saying that there was no one inside.

"Who took the courier in the end?"

"After the courier had been gone for two hours, the guy who lived on the twenty-third floor came back and I told him to take his belongings."

"What about the rest?"

The lady who was questioned blinked, and the rest was normal.

"This lady, do you remember whether you saw the courier two days before the crime?" Lestrade will not let go of any hope, but alas......

"I'm sorry, but if I'm not mistaken, it's not."

Lestrade was disappointed, but Sherlock took his chin off and began to think.

The victim lived on the 22nd floor at the time, and the case occurred in the room on the 22nd floor, so if the special courier wanted to deliver to the 23rd floor, it would not be surprising that he accidentally walked the wrong floor and appeared on the 22nd floor, so that he could have time to step on it in advance.

"I need all the information about the people who lived on the twenty-third floor at the time."

Sherlock took the initiative to ask Lestrade for something, which made Lestrade suddenly feel that the child had grown up, and he immediately asked people to find the information of the guest who lived on the twenty-third floor at the time.

Because Lestrade was using people from Scotland Yard at the time, so when he was looking for information, he was also known by the rest of the murder team, they didn't want Sherlock to participate in their case, and after agreeing with Lestrade, they worked harder, but without Lestrade by his side to help them grasp the general direction, in fact, this group of detectives who didn't have much leadership skills really didn't know what to do.

Stealing information from Lestrade's hands is also a last resort.

The investigation into Sherlock and Lestrade seemed to be a jump, and since they were going to investigate the tenant who was sitting on the twenty-third floor at the time, Scotland Yard was not to be outdone.

In less than half an hour, they had all the information about this person.

According to the information, the person who lived on the twenty-third floor at the time was a man, who usually lived in the village below London, and came here because of some personal matters, so he went out early and returned late every day, and rarely stayed in the hotel. But the courier was really taken by him personally, and the final signature was his, and it seems that it should have something to do with him.

Anderson, who is now a fisherman, discovers a suspicious thing, the twenty-third floor gentleman had no alibi at the time of Mr. Michael Hansen's victimization, and although the hotel personnel were sure that he was back, they could not guarantee that he had been in the room all the time without coming out. And Sherlock said that the murderer hid under the bed at that time, and waited for the people in the hotel to go out to call the police before escaping, and it was very difficult to go down from the twenty-second floor, but if you went up one floor, it would be very easy, plus the shouts of the staff, and it was normal for the people on the twenty-third floor to come down to see and ignore him.

Then wait until you have a new dress, and it is easier to leave before the people of Scotland Yard arrive.

"So what do you think?"

"Ask him to come over and talk."

After a brief exchange, Scotland Yard was ready to charge the twenty-third floor gentleman as a criminal suspect. They would rather they have wronged this gentleman themselves than let him run away.

Now the two "leaders" under the murder team all nodded, and soon they began to move, as if they were afraid that Sherlock would preempt them.

Unlike the group of people in Scotland Yard who were called goldfish by Sherlock, Sherlock's thoughts were somewhat different, and the staff at the Tongguò Hotel described the gentleman who was sitting on the twenty-third floor as tall and short, fat and thin, which was very consistent with their judgment of the murderer, and there was no alibi evidence, he really looked like the murderer. It is precisely because it is so similar that it will not be, how can a murderer be so smart and leak himself so easily.

He suspected that the man on the twenty-third floor, who looked very suspicious, was probably ...... framed.

Just as he was about to go and run the delivery company where the case occurred, Greg Lestrade received a phone call from his immediate boss, and Sherlock looked at him with a solemn expression and knew that something was going on.

"I'll go back right away."

Lestrade smiled apologetically at Sherlock, it seemed that Sherlock needed to investigate by himself, to pretend to be a person who sent things, and then one company after another to investigate, this job was very time-consuming, and it was originally two people, but now it has become one person......

"I'll do my best to get back."

Lestrade took a deep breath before leaving the Butz Hospital, it was the first time he had heard such a positive scolding from above, and it seemed that he was the only one to bear the blame for his subordinates.

He scratched his head, why did he miss the almighty Mycroft so much at this time.