"It's a couple, obviously."

"But it's the first time I've seen such an artistic death." Sherlock pulled out another stack of materials, showing that he didn't care about Lestrade's angry gaze.

"Where did you get that!?" Lestrade roared, and Connie glanced at it, it was a humanoid popsicle.

She doesn't know anything about art...... But—

"You say they're a couple?" A text flashed through her head, and she asked.

Sherlock nodded, "Well, it's a newly engaged fiancé, both from Berkshire. ”

With a "boom", Connie's brain shook and she remembered where this familiarity came from.

"I dance in blood, and you freeze in ice. We love each other, and then eternity. "It's the novel she just finished reading yesterday!

The two of them were attracted by the murmur in her mouth.

"What?" After going through his head, Sherlock didn't find the source of the words about Connie.

"Poetry?" Lestrade was in good spirits.

The medical examiners and police officers had determined that it was a suicide, and that it was highly unlikely that he would kill him, but Sherlock apparently did not think so.

He was also very sad to be ridiculed all the way.

"This is a story in a novel, written by a very famous writer in Washington now......" Seeing that the two didn't seem to react at all, Connie, who came back to her senses, pulled out the book.

"The books you asked me to borrow?" Lestrade looked a little strange at the moment.

“richardcastle.” Sherlock glanced at the name in capital letters, and held it in his hand.

"Well, there's a story about an unmarried couple who were frozen in the freezer and the other bled in the bathtub, and they both died."

"Martyrdom?" Lestrade asked, shocked.

Connie's eyebrows twitched: "Sir, this is a suspenseful mystery novel...... "What kind of martyrdom?"

"The same way to die?" Sherlock raised an eyebrow, seemingly amused by someone who put the death methods in the book into practice.

"Well, there's a parallel, this novelist...... Very famous, his girlfriend is a detective of the New York Police Department, and they have solved many cases together. Sherlock flipped through the pages casually, his slender fingers quickly flipping through the pages, and where his eyes skimmed, countless letters formed a picture in his mind.

"Oh." He seemed to have something new, and it was rare that he didn't verbally attack the book.

"What's wrong?" Lestrade wondered how rare it was to see a novel that could give Sherlock such an expression.

"Hmph, it's nothing, it's just...... It seems that a novelist is much more useful than most of the stupid sheep in your sheep farm. Rather than satirizing the officers at Scotland Yard, Sherlock seems to be focusing on praising the writer.

"At least he's evidence-proof and right-motives." A rare compliment.

Lestrade's face instantly turned black to the bottom of the pot.

It's okay to be crushed by Sherlock under his feet.

And now to be despised by a novelist?

Too much deception (ー'′ー)

"Don't be angry, Mr. Lestrade, Scotland Yard is great, and I've heard that this writer's girlfriend is the best detective in the New York police!" The implication is not to compare with the best.

It's rare that this time the officer understood.

Tiredness value max.

Reistride: ......

"Okay...... In that case......" In a blink of an eye, Sherlock touched his chin and already had a plan.

"What are you thinking?" Lestrade, who was frightened, had a bad premonition when he saw this expression.

"Since it's a parody of the death in this book, it's deliberate, not to mention what the motive is, you should always consult with this writer, right?" Rarely, Sherlock also uttered the word consulting.

As if noticing Connie's surprised gaze, "Oh, don't be so surprised, Connie. You can't overestimate the intelligence of this little flock...... You'd better keep your expectations to a minimum...... As for Lestrade, you should contact the writer, after all, there is no trace of the woman in the book being □□. Sherlock's voice shifted from pity to disdain.

Connie silently sweated.

But Lestrade exclaimed, "□□!? ”

"That's not right...... Haven't you seen a corpse? ”

"Glanced at it as I passed by." replied casually, but there was only a small stack of books left in his hand, and his reading speed of ten lines at a glance made Connie on the side dumbfounded.

It turns out that speed reading is really zài.

"Smack".

"But...... The medical examiners had already ruled that he had committed suicide...... "In the midst of Reistrade's embarrassment, Sherlock had closed the book.

"Oh no, Lestrade." Sherlock's disdain was about to overflow his eyes, and he looked at Lestrade with a look of hatred.

"You should stop it immediately, or within a week, a second couple will be martyred, and then the London Police will have to be slapped in the face again." Sherlock was clearly confident.

But it seems that this case is not as attractive to him as Richardcastle.

Connie meowed on his phone, and he was obviously already looking up the man...... fbi……

fbi！！！？

"Damn, it's a dog!" A sudden sentence in Chinese frightened Lestrade, but it also apparently attracted Sherlock's attention.

He might as well seem to be thinking about himself?

Connie shuddered, "Sherlock, are you ...... the Black FBI file now?" ”

He obviously didn't want to hide it: "Uh-huh, reads;. He's American. ”

Of course, the archives of the United States should be hacked, but can it be hacked by the British?

Connie was stunned to hear the Great God's voiceover.

it! Isn't it okay to be so arrogant!?

Lestrade raised his forehead: "Sherlock, you're not good like this. The previous records were sealed for the sake of Mycroft's face. ”

The great god has been in the United States before?

How does Lestrade know?

it, it's called McCroft?

Why is this sister-in-law's painting style so weird?

But there isn't much disobedience!

The amount of information in one sentence is too much, and Connie has already had some time to digest it.

“it-sok.they.” Sure enough, there is confidence, this kind of confidence for sustainable development.

Richardcastle, a New York writer, is twice married and has one daughter, Alexcastle, 15, and attends New York High School. Mother...... He is a stage actor. Looks quite famous. Girlfriend ......"

Connie: Well, that's a more interested tone......

Lestrade: Sherlock, stop it, that's Inspector New York!

“…… It's kind of interesting. ”

(⊙o⊙) Is the great god nervous!?

Connie glanced again, and a beautiful face came into view.

Suck ......

Can a fifteen-year-old girl be so beautiful?

Wait a minute!

Why does this girl look so familiar?

A family photo was imprinted into her eyes again, and Connie gasped heavily, her eyes becoming horrified.

"What's wrong?"

Looking at those dark green eyes, Connie's heart jumped, and she hurriedly suppressed the surging grass and mud horse in her heart.

"This family is so beautiful......"

Although this belongs to the truth or dare -o-

But she's never seen such an American drama before, it's called castle, right!?

The world is impermanent.

It seems that this is not only a parallel space, but also a parallel space with a "mixed bag".

#莫名有种不好的预感呢#

If it is mixed with American weird tales and grudges, etc......

Connie, who once again considered her dangerous situation, was stunned by herself.

Unwavering meaningful eyes reads;.

Sherlock can be said to interpret this look to the top.

#天才总是有钻研不同眼神的特殊技巧#

Lestrade couldn't stop it, so he could only look at the illegal information on the mobile phone, and Sherlock looked at Connie's eyes from time to time, and when he looked back, he saw that the girl was still stunned.

Why can't he worry so much?

It's like breaking his glass heart (ー'′ー)!

"Is Sherlock going to New York?"

I don't know if I'm safer or more dangerous?

#炮灰拒绝(ー'′ー)#

"Oh, no, a person who can infiltrate the gang alone in order to study the information, someone simulates his book to kill people, it should be the highest honor, he will come by himself. Lestrade, maybe you need to seek the NYPD's cooperation? Given the death of another couple, most of you on the farm will have to lose their jobs. ”

#大神亲传#

#霸气的陈述句该怎么用#

(#‵′) Damn!

He was speechless.

In the end, Resis Police Officer Tired Tride could only sigh helplessly: "I know. ”

#这种夹在苏格兰同事与夏洛克与夏洛克他哥之间的悬崖边之行走#

#谁能理解他的为难#

"What about you?" As soon as Lestrade walked on the front foot, Connie wanted to pull away.

Sherlock suddenly turned to her and asked.

What about her?

What's she?

"Henry is interested in marrying Mrs. Hudson, and he wants to provide you with your education, St. Paul's College for Women."

Connie was shocked.

St. Paul's College for Women!

"Henry said that?" She frowned, a strange sense of disobedience.

Let's not talk about marriage for the time being, Henry is going to send her to São Paulo, and it is the St. Paulo Women's College that she is most optimistic about, how does Sherlock know not to mention it, how can he ask her in person?

Uncanny.

It's weird.

This made Connie almost ignore the eighty percent flattered and the twenty percent overwhelmed.

Because Sherlock came to ask her about such a thing, which in itself was a two-hundred-percent bomb (ー''').

"I ...... I don't know. ”

The question is, what did Sherlock bring it up for?