Opening the door of the refrigerator, the man took out a dark red flesh that looked like animal liver from it and took it out, he hummed a small tune and put the suspected liver in the crisper bag on the board, he looked up and down, left and right, and then spread it all out, judging from the size and color, it should probably be the liver of a pig or a sheep. The man placed the livers on the board and pressed them with his hands, again and again.

He hummed a small tune, the whole room was very dim, the man looked at the "meat" under his hand and licked his lips, this is a very fresh liver, after a period of refrigeration it will become more delicious, squeezing it hard will make its taste have a very wonderful feeling. He selected the liver in his hand from the best part in the middle, and he discarded the rest without looking at anything, and the man picked up this piece of liver and nodded with satisfaction.

The man removed the skin, put the liver in a glass bowl, and added salt, pepper, sugar, and cardamom to it, and after he had prepared it, he set aside the liver, which had to be marinated for half an hour before the brandy could be added, and in the meantime he went to prepare a salad that he was going to try with the liver. The man walked to the direction of the refrigerator step by step with a waltz, he looked at his refrigerator carefully, and whispered to himself before taking out the fruit: "It seems that the ingredients are not enough, what dishes should I eat next?" ”

The case of Christmas was like what Lestrade thought, it was a big case, the victim was named Leo Vogt, a white-collar worker, apparently killed on the way home, his death was very tragic, he died of blood loss, and according to Sherlock's examination, Mr. Leo Vogt also lost his own liver. Lestrade's first thought was about liver transplants on the black market, but it was not so rough to remove the liver you wanted to transplant normally, because all the surgeries were performed in ice to keep the organs fresh.

Lestrade has also handled cases of organ theft before, and the deceased who appeared without exception died in the bathtub of his own home or hotel, and the entire bathtub was full of ice, and there would be corresponding knife cuts on the back of the victim. Ordinary organ loss was very different from their new victim, Leo Vogt, and he was not even considered to have been dumped, because there was not even a trace of water on Mr. Leo Vogt's body, and it was a mistake to take the liver head-on.

Sherlock's brows furrowed immediately after hearing that the liver was missing, Sherlock looked happy, he dragged Lestrade to the crime scene, he pointed to the tragic victim and said: "The name is Leo Vogt, the robbery pass his wallet is in his pocket, if he meets the robber, how can he leave his identity after killing someone, it is not a black market organ trade, this method of taking the liver is too clumsy." Excessive blood loss, the smell of ether in his mouth, and the traces of dragging under his shoes, the murderer dragged the person backwards after being stunned, judging from the folds of Leo Vogt's shirt, the murderer should have been a more powerful person, otherwise the folds on his suit should be more messy. ”

Sherlock's hands were not idle as he explained his thoughts, and he gestured to the general movement of Leo Vogt after being stunned.

This Leo Vogt is almost a 170-pound adult male, which is a moderate weight for his height, and judging from the folds on the victim's body, the murderer must be a tall and strong man, because the body of a person is much higher than his real weight after losing consciousness, and judging by the wear and tear of Leo Vogt's shoes, the distance he dragged was at least about 200 meters. If it is a thin man or an ordinary woman, after dragging for a period of time, the person who is dragged will naturally fall, and the clothes will automatically appear more folds upward, but if it is a strong and powerful man, such a situation will not appear.

Sherlock told Lestrade that if he didn't believe his analysis, he could try it now with the agents at Scotland Yard to see if he was telling the truth.

How could Lestrade not believe Sherlock, he motioned to Sherlock and continued, there was no way he could see only these few clues.

"The time of death was after two o'clock in the morning, the deceased Leo Vogt woke up halfway, there was dirt between his fingernails, you can see that the dirt on both sides was left by him when he was struggling, but according to the state of the ether after waking up, he should not have any ability to resist, and the victim watched himself die of excessive blood loss. There were two different footprints next to his corpse, one lighter and one heavier, one of which belonged to the murderer. ”

Sherlock said triumphantly, he was waiting for a compliment, and Lestrade patted his head helplessly and asked, "Footprints?" So will the killer be found? ”

"No, that's where it happened." Sherlock's expression changed very quickly, and he saw that his face sank at this time, and he pointed to a depression not far from Leo Vogt's corpse, but it really didn't look like footprints.

"The soil here is relatively soft, and if you stand for a long time, you will definitely leave footprints, but the murderer is obviously prepared beforehand." Sherlock pointed to the depression and said, "This footprint only has a rough outline, and the outline is still relatively blurred, and the footprint looks round, which means that the murderer is at least wearing something on his feet, and in order not to leave footprints, even he may be wearing something similar to a raincoat." There were irregular blood stains next to the victim, which were supposed to drip from the murderer's body. ”

Sherlock walked up to Leo Vogt, who crouched down and imitated the murderer's crime.

"There were blood stains on the trees and on the grass all around, but not on the front lawn, so the murderer was standing in front of Leo Vogt, and the blood must have been splattered on his body after disemboweling poor Mr. Leo Vogt." Sherlock gestured in the direction of a blood splatter. Lestrade thought for a moment and said, "According to the normal direction of blood splashing, the murderer must have been stained with the blood of the victim. ”

"That's what it looks like according to common sense, but the murderer came prepared." Sherlock pointed to his feet, where there were irregular blood stains, as if they had fallen vertically from a high place, this discovery gave Lestrade a bad feeling, it seemed that Sherlock said that the murderer was prepared, even if the blood of the victim Mr. Leo Vogt splashed on the murderer's body, there would not be a low phenomenon, because they needed to think about the absorption process of the clothes.

"So the murderer should be wearing something that doesn't absorb water when he kills, something that is smooth and has little friction that can make blood fall to the ground."

Lestrade came to this conclusion based on Sherlock's analysis, and to be honest, a person's blood counts, especially when it comes from the front of the abdomen.

"Inspector doesn't look hopelessly stupid yet, like those of your subordinates."

Sherlock thought to himself that if he couldn't draw his own conclusions, then he would have to re-examine Lestrade's IQ. It can only be said that Reestrade is now in a higher position than the goldfish in Sherlock's heart, and if he buys stupid, Sherlock will demote him immediately.

"I've asked them to look for it around here, and the killer deliberately avoided the surveillance cameras, so no surveillance can capture his shadow."

Lestrade glanced at the text in his hand, although there is a park in this area, but it is precisely because the park covers a large area that there are still flaws in the monitoring system, and it is not usually shown Who would have thought that there was a homicide. Lestrade knocked his head with the text in his hand, he had a terrible headache, and a prepared murderer didn't know if it was a vendetta or a random choice.

Different motives are different in the investigation, and Reistrade looked at Leo Vogt, who was being restrained by the intern medical examiners, and asked Sherlock a question, "Why do you think the murderer only took Mr. Leo Vogt's liver?" ”

"Not sure, I need to investigate."

Sherlock pondered for a moment and turned away, he didn't look like he was investigating with Scotland Yard now, Sherlock thought that this murder case was not over, and the murderer had planned the murder so carefully, then he must still be committing the crime. Sherlock hooked the corners of his mouth, a murderer, a serial killer, or a smart murderer, so it's a little interesting, this Christmas gift is really great for Sherlock.

"Boss?"

"Conduct on-site sampling, call up all the connections around Mr. Leo Vogt, and go to the black market to investigate whether there is a liver trade." Lestrade would not let go of any clues, even if the chance of the black market being investigated was pitiful, he took two steps in the direction of the car and remembered one thing, "By the way, I want all the information of the victim, Mr. Leo Vogt, including the physical examination." ”

"Yes, sir."

Lestrade sat in his car, and at the beginning of the new year, he didn't even let him stop, how much the murderer of the Christmas case hated God or how much he hated this victim.

He looked at the time, it must be impossible to spend Christmas with the bear children today, other people's Christmas is a day of family celebration, and this year's Christmas is probably going to be spent in the office with a bunch of papers, Lestrade rubbed his hair vigorously.

Lestrade called Mycroft, they had been out for two hours, and it was unknown if Mycroft had gotten along well with the bears.

Lestrade liked Mycroft's voice very much, and there was a magic in his voice that calmed the irritable Lestrade, and he said, "Dear Greg, how is your case?" ”

"It's hard to put into words, it looks like I'm going to spend my Christmas with Wen Jiàn."

A smile appeared on Lestrade's face, but this smile was helpless and regretful, for the regret of Christmas and the helplessness of the difficult case, Mycroft did not ask how his case was, out of respect for Lestrade, he should not casually ask Lestrade about his work, so Mycroft comforted Lestrade, "I think little Lestrade all understand, and I also understand, in front of work." ”

"This case looks tricky right now, I don't know where to start, and Sherlock just ran away."

Lestrade turned his phone into Bluetooth mode, and now Lestrade is going to take his men back to Scotland Yard to discuss the long term, he and Mycroft briefly talked about the case at hand, and Mycroft did not put forward too many opinions, but said to Lestrade: "You should believe in your own abilities, great Mr. Inspector." ”

"I should say thank you for your trust."

After talking about the work, Lestrade began to ask what his little Lestrades were doing, and Mycroft looked at the empty living room and touched his nose and said, "I can tell you about this, since it's Christmas, and you and Sherlock have jobs again, then allow me to take the little Lestrades to my parents' house for Christmas, I think they'll love that place." ”

Reestrade opened his mouth, there was nothing wrong with McCroft's first cut and then play, Christmas was originally an important holiday, if there were eight little Reestrade and Sherlock Holmes who were not surnamed Reistrid, it would always make the little Reistrid feel uncomfortable, so after Reestrade left for an hour, McCroft decided to take them back to his parents.

His parents were supposed to spend Christmas with two people, and Mycroft didn't want to go back because he didn't want to listen to Mrs. Holmes's nagging, but if he went back with eight cute little Lestrades, things might change, and different environments would give the little Lestrades different freshness, which would make them forget about this Christmas without Dad for a while, which would be of great help to their spiritual development.

"Mr. and Mrs. Holmes' house? You're not ......."

Mycroft could tell that Lestrade did not refuse at the first time, he was just worried that Mycroft did not want to go back, and whether he wanted to.

"Oh, Mommy won't be interested in me when she sees that she has eight lovely little guests."

Mycroft was using this idea to divert Mrs. Holmes's attention, and Lestrade laughed over there, in his opinion, this idea was still very good, maybe a change of environment could really make little Lestrade happy, he obviously felt the change in the atmosphere of the house before leaving, and he could only say that he blamed the murderer.

"Then say Merry Christmas to Mr. and Mrs. Holmes for me."

"Actually, I think Mommy will want to invite you along, but it's a pity."

The two people whose emotional intelligence is never online don't think about the other meaning of this sentence, probably because they just see each other as best friends at this time.

What would Mrs. Holmes, Sherlock, and McCroft's mother most want to see? Of course, it was her son who was able to find the other half of his heart, not that the worried Mrs. Holmes was very worried about whether her eldest son would become the lonely old man.

"Excuse me, Mycroft."

"We'll stay at Mommy's tonight, then see you tomorrow dear Greg, I'll have Harry call you."

It would take some time to get from here to the small village where the Holmes were, and Mycroft intended to stay there for the night and return the next day. Just now he also asked the little Reestrade for their opinions, and they didn't object, but Harold and Hannibal asked if there was an Internet over there.

Mycroft put down the phone, he stood up, holding his little black umbrella in his hand, Anthea was standing by the door, she had arranged for the helicopter to reach the place where the two Sherlock Holmes parents were as fast as possible, she had seen the two old men before, Mr. Holmes looked like a good gentleman, the Sherlock Holmes brothers really inherited the IQ of Mrs. Holmes, who was said to be a mathematician when she was young.

"The Boss helicopter has been arranged, and Mrs. Holmes has just wanted me to confirm the number of people on arrival, and since the two of you can't prepare food in a short time, I have called in a professional to help."

Anthea was very reassuring to McCroft in arranging this matter, he smiled slightly at Anthea, his mommy was already happy to hear that a child was going to be a guest, to be honest, neither he nor Sherlock could probably bring their mommy a grandchild, McCroft had no idea of wanting to fall in love, which is why he didn't want to go home in recent years, and his aging mother would still inadvertently show her loss.

In Mycroft's memory, his mother was so beautiful and so loving to his father that he often forgot about their existence, and McCroft had to learn to take care of himself, and by the way, to take care of Sherlock after he was born. It's just that the smart and beautiful mother in my memory is gradually aging, and Merlin's long black hair has turned white before her long hair is cut. Mommy couldn't do what Mycroft wanted, this was his debt to his mother, after all, he couldn't ruin a lady's happiness in order to make her happy.

And now an unexpected Christmas, a sudden decision, may be the best gift he can give to his father and Mommy.

"Dear gentlemen and misses, shall we go?"

Mycroft put the little black umbrella in his hand on the ground and said to the little Lestrades who had sorted out their small backpacks, and the little Lestrades stood together in twos and threes and nodded at Mycroft, with a lot more smiles on their faces than they had just now.

Mycroft stretched out his hand, he took Raven and made a gesture of please, "Just now Greg has contacted me, he said that he is very envious that you can go to my parents' place, and he would like to go if he can, but he is entangled in the case, and your David said that he is so sorry and sad." ”

Mycroft rephrased the conversation with Lestrade to a more childish one, but it worked, and the little ones laughed, and they seemed more looking forward to the sudden little trip. Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and finally coaxed Raven, who was not very affectionate, back. Before getting into the car, Harry rubbed over to Mycroft's side and said in a small voice, "Thank you." ”

McCroft didn't hear too clearly, he glanced at Harry, but Harry got into the car with a big stride.

Mycroft stood by the car door and wondered if Harry Potter had just said it to himself...... Thanks?

He smiled slightly, Harry Potter's thank you is really rare.

Just when little Lestrade and the others were going to Mrs. Holmes's house for Christmas, Lestrade began to work with confidence, he believed that Mycroft would give his babies a perfect Christmas, that person was always so caring, he knew that little Lestrade would always be sad if they stayed at home, and Lestrade thanked Mycroft for this qiē.

There is no news on the black market yet, but the first thing that came up was the basic information of the victim Leo Vogt, as well as his health situation, and they have found almost as long as they can find the health check-up form from birth to the present. I don't know why Lestrade has a feeling that the murderer deliberately took the liver, there must be some kind of purpose, if there is really someone who wants to contact the black market, then it must also be determined whether the victim's liver is clean.

Networks, health checks, preliminary autopsies, and so on were all on Lestrade's desk, and he moved his shoulder, the prepared murderer was waiting for him, and there was a price to pay for disturbing his Christmas sleep!

The man placed the fried liver on a white plate with roses on one side, the man turned on the tape recorder and played an elegant waltz, he followed the rhythm and put the main course on the table, poured himself a glass of champagne, and nodded with satisfaction as he looked at his dish.

The man sat down and took a sip of the fried seven-ripe liver, which he chewed carefully, then took a sip of the champagne beside him.

"Sure enough, it's still a little more delicious, and I want me to call it a waltz, are you sure you don't want to try it? Dear Professor. ”

Good name, remember what I said about the perfect cooking technique requires the perfect ingredients. ――Jim