"There is a strong smell of tea eggs on this dress, but also the smell of fennel." When Sherlock is not a birdman, Henry kindly answers Lestrade's question.

In the past, when he went on a mission, he didn't buy all kinds of snacks on the streets of London.

Tea eggs are one of them.

"So you're going to arrest all the tea and egg sellers? But even if that person had bought tea eggs, the stall owner couldn't have recognized them all, right? "What's more, it is already a big deal to arrest all the people who have sold tea eggs in London.

"Who said that he was buying tea eggs, he was selling tea eggs, and he was with a woman...... The dress was also dyed with the smell of Chanel's classic perfume, and the strong smell of sauce stains on the cuffs proved that he was making tea eggs, and the smell of perfume on his body could only be his wife or lover, a couple selling tea eggs on the street, is this characteristic still difficult to find? Moreover, they should have only recently arrived in London. Sherlock remembered that Connie had come back from the library that day with the same scent as the coat, but at the time, he hadn't combined the two scents.

And Connie was in high spirits at that time and told herself a few interesting stories about a mixed-race couple...... It seems to be a tea egg for a pound, and she took 5 for a pound?

Her coke was broken, so that he had a slight impression, after all, it has always been her joy to meet discount promotions and price reductions.

Just arrived in London, a husband and wife, selling tea eggs, with Chanel's classic perfume. These characteristics are obvious enough.

Lestrade hurriedly called someone to investigate, but looked at Sherlock's gaze a little strangely.

Chanel's classic perfume...... Chanel he knows, but he also knows that it sells things that girls like, and his wife likes Chanel's bags very much, but Sherlock, a weird coffee, can smell Chanel's classic perfume as soon as he smells it?

Tut-tut......

"Love torture? Scold...... That seems to be more than one...... Stronghold......" Sherlock muttered to himself a few more words, and walked out of the convenience store first, disappearing in a few moments.

Seeing that there were no more clues in the shop, Lestrade only told the shopkeeper that if the man returned, he must report it to the police.

Then he walked out of the convenience store with a sworn Henry.

"Henry ......"

“？”

"Perhaps...... Mrs. Hudson likes to use Chanel's classic perfume? ”

"She likes to use perfume, but rarely Chanel, as for the brand...... I don't know very well...... "After all, he just took the card and let her swipe it herself."

"Oh......" Lestrade nodded, "What about Connie?" ”

Henry's eyes widened: "Connie doesn't like these perfumes, she's only 13 years old!" "On weekdays, when Connie has a smell on her body, basically just after cooking a dish or dessert, the aroma of those foods is very appealing to him, but most of the time, Connie is clean and has no taste at all.

"Why are you so entangled in perfume?"

Lestrade shook his head: "It's nothing, it's just curiosity......" Regarding the fact that Sherlock can know the brand and even the style of perfume with a smell, how can this kind of thing look terrible and unreliable......

When Henry heard the word curiosity, he glanced at Lestrade with some surprise: "So you ...... "fetish" is so special...... A big man is so keen on perfume that it's understandable to spray some men's cologne if he likes it, but it's actually a perfume for girls like Chanel?

Henry, whose expression had become a little solemn, did not give the London sheriff a disdainful glance, but looked at him with a deep and heavy gaze, patted him on the shoulder meaningfully, got into his car, and returned to 221b.

It's just that the car calls Sherlock's phone in the past, but it shows the shutdown status, and Henry smashes the window in annoyance: Where did this kid run away?

Sherlock ran to the Hammersmith Library, where Connie had been a few days earlier.

At this time, it was still dark, and the library had not opened until □□ o'clock in the morning, and it was clear that it had been a long time since it had been open.

However, this has always been not a hindrance for Sherlock.

Walking around the entrance of the library, he managed to lock on several cameras.

I just wanted to take out my phone to hack in, but I found that the phone was out of battery and turned off automatically.

Putting away his phone, he looked at the dark night sky, found a big tree, jumped up and climbed up - it was facing the toilet on the second floor.

I have to say that it is too long and troublesome, but fortunately, Sherlock is considered thin, and he takes off his woolen coat and hangs it on a tree, and he wears his shirt and goes into the toilet window.

Probably because of the old age, there is no infrared sensor in the room.

So Sherlock walked down the hall quite naturally.

The first room you pass is a library built specifically for children – especially when it comes to Hammersmith's Library, as it is the only one of the top 10 libraries in the UK that has a library built specifically for the little ones.

Sherlock opened the door and went in, and as he passed by, he flipped through the books, all of which were drawings...... It turns out that Connie likes this kind of book with pictures.

Sherlock raised an eyebrow, turned around and didn't notice the computer, so he stepped back again, politely closed the door, and walked to the next hall.

This time, I didn't see the computer either, but fortunately he was resourceful enough to pry the cabinet under the staff's workbench - the machine is usually here.

And he found a notebook, albeit of slightly inferior quality.

Turn on the computer and quickly hack into the cameras around you, setting the time to the day Connie went out.

After turning on the eight cameras around him at the same time, he managed to find a husband and wife, who were selling tea eggs on a corner outside the library, with Connie's smiling apple face on the face.

Biting a tea egg in his mouth, like a hamster eating support.

Looking at the three people in the camera, he sat on the chair and touched his chin, and his eyes rolled, bringing another storm in his head.

There was a "click", and there was a creaking sound from the door downstairs.

Sherlock looked at his watch, it was half past six, and it was still dark.

Ten minutes later, the sun rose below the horizon, and the light began to shine in the sky.

The librarian opened the library door, glanced at the room, and ran to the bathroom.

The cold wind blew through the window, and the caretaker looked at the bare tree, shrunk back, and closed the door.

Before the door closed, he saw a tall black figure, wearing a woolen coat that made him look majestic and imposing, and a dark brown curly hair made him more fashionable, not too old-fashioned, but only the back could be seen.

This didn't attract much attention from him.

Downstairs, Sherlock walked slowly among the scattered dead leaves, and a cold wind blew and swept over his reddish fingers.

After tying the black scarf around his neck in his hand, he put on his gloves without hurry, and raised his hand to stop a taxi.

"Go to the suburbs."