The interrogation at Scotland Yard is actually very simple, after all, they are real victims, aren't they, even if the thief accused Hannibal of doing it, no one believed him, after all, a man in his thirties was beaten by a child of six or seven years old, and no one listened to it and didn't believe it.

After the routine of taking notes, they thought of Lestrade who was still at work, and it was boring anyway that Sherlock encouraged Merlin to go and see where Lestrade worked, and surprise him, or rather, ...... Scare.

Sherlock had been here once before, and he came here with the little Lestrades, and came to the front of Lestrade's office in the surprised eyes of everyone, and then they were found and driven into the office, and the murder team leader's office was simply heaven for Sherlock, and when the little Lestrades were worried, he saw a brand new file bag, which could only contain the latest cases.

He quickly flipped through it while everyone wasn't paying attention, and the more he looked at it, the bigger his smile became.

Sherlock's eyes are getting brighter and brighter when he looks at this case, he has a lot of ideas now, the more interesting and perverted the case is for him, the more he actually likes it, just like this case is something Sherlock has never touched, a perverted murderer, who makes the victim look like a doll and wants to preserve it carefully.

If it's a well-made doll, why throw it away?

In Sherlock's opinion, maybe it was because the murderer repented, or maybe for some special reason he didn't want the doll anymore.

He rushed to Lestrade's face, excitedly spoke loudly to him about the case, and then saw Lestrade's helpless expression.

"You need me, this case is fantastic."

“Dad？”

Raven was still in Lestrade's arms, and she tugged at Lestrade's short hair to ask him what was wrong, and she turned out to be like this.

Lestrade looked at the autopsy report in Sherlock's hand and walked up, stuffed Raven in his arms into his arms, and snatched the things in his hand by the way, he said a no to Sherlock! According to the agreement, Sherlock could not participate in any of Lestrade's cases until he had finished his drug rehabilitation, and no matter how difficult his case was, he did not want a single addict to be involved.

“What？ You say you don't need me? ”

"Yes, Sherlock, you heard it right, there is no possibility that you will meddle in this case."

Lestrade feared that Sherlock didn't have a clear explanation, and that he couldn't break the agreement.

"But according to your wisdom...... Oh! ”

Harry and Hannibal stepped on Sherlock's feet left and right, successfully closing Sherlock's mouth, Hannibal's eyes swept over Reestrade's hand, he had just smelled a special smell on Reestrade, this smell did not belong to the City of London, so it is certain that the case that interested Sherlock happened in the morning, because Reestrade went to the police. Sherlock smelled of excitement all over his body, the case must have been interesting or not it would have been of interest to Sherlock, and after seeing the decomposing corpse in the corner of the photograph in Lestrade's hand, he probably thought of it.

Murder, very interesting homicide.

"Greg, are you going out?"

After correcting Hannibal's Dad for the one hundred and first time, Lestrade had to look at Sherlock's dejected expression and nodded slowly, he was going to go to Butz Hospital to see if there would be any other findings, who knew that before they could leave, they saw the bear children who came to the door.

"Dad, are we causing you trouble?"

Harry blamed himself a little, their sudden appearance was obviously a big obstacle to the busy Lestrade, who knew that Harry should not have listened to Sherlock and came here to disturb Lestrade.

"Oh, of course no, I was just going to go to the hospital to see something and then I'll be off work."

This case can't be analyzed even if he works overtime now, so Lestrade really plans to go home first if he can't find anything again, after all, the case can't be solved in a day or two, and he predicts that this case is still to come.

"Hospital? Butz Hospital? Forensic ......"

Sherlock said to himself when he heard the hospital that Lestrade was a healthy man and that it was impossible to go to the hospital when he had a case in hand, so he had to go to Butts Hospital, where the bodies of the victims of Scotland Yard were kept. Sherlock slowly curled the corners of his mouth, he was going to pretend to be a good child before he got in the car, he didn't believe that Lestrade could see through his disguise.

"Okay, now that you've finished visiting, can you go home?"

“Yes。” They replied in unison, they looked very happy to be able to leave work with Lestrade, and Lestrade looked at the watch on his wrist, the watch given by McCroft, and it was still two hours before the normal end of the day, just enough for him to finish examining the body from Butz Hospital.

With the nine bear children, Lestrade apologized to everyone again, but no one seemed to pay too much attention to his apology, their attention was attracted by the bear children, they couldn't believe their eyes, these beautiful children turned out to be their handsome detective's children.

"Looks like you're going to be more famous than me."

Lestrade said jokingly, causing the little ones to cover their mouths and snicker.

When he arrived at Butz Hospital, Lestrade wanted to hand everyone over to his trusted medical examiner, after all, he couldn't let the bear child enter a place like the place where the corpse was parked, but among all of them was Sherlock, a disobedient little bastard, who pretended to be deaf and dumb and followed Lestrade and pretended not to hear what Lestrade told him to go back.

"Sherlock!"

Sherlock gave Lestrade a smirk, no one could drive him away, before he saw the body.

In the end, Hannibal couldn't stand it, he knew that Sherlock was not a compromiser, so it was their father Greg Lestrade who could only compromise. He took a step forward and said to Lestrade, "Dad believes that you can't get rid of Sherlock, if you're worried about what trouble Sherlock will make, please allow me to accompany you." ”

If Lestrade didn't believe in Sherlock, then he must have believed in Hannibal.

"But I'm not ......"

"Dad, it's nothing, I'll stay away from the corpse."

Hannibal knew what Lestrade was worried about, so he reassured Lestrade.

Sherlock was given the opportunity to follow Lestrade to see the corpse of his victim, and his steps became much lighter.

In fact, Hannibal is also a little curious, he has seen all kinds of criminal suspects, and he himself was a wanted criminal, but he really wants to know what this case that can interest Sherlock will be like.

Reistrade reluctantly led two people into the autopsy room, the man named Anderson and an unknown assistant from Butts Hospital were checking something, and the number was recorded from time to time in their hands, when they saw Reestrade was obviously frightened, Anderson put down his work and ran over to Reestrade and said, "Boss, why are you here?" These two are ......"

He looked at Sherlock and Hannibal, and if Sherlock could still disguise himself as their agent, then Hannibal really didn't have any suitable excuse to explain his identity.

"This is my brother and son who are not worried about it, because they were robbed...... Then I heard that I was going to investigate the case, so I came along, and Sherlock was a medical school graduate, and I thought I could help a little. ”

Lestrade didn't even blink an eye when he lied, Shylock couldn't have been a doctor in any specialty, but Hannibal was often called a doctor, and he did work as a surgeon.

"But that doesn't fit ...... Propriety. ”

Anderson struggled until Lestrade showed a look of please.

When Anderson handed out the pass, Sherlock almost rushed to the corpse, the flesh on the back of the □□ victim was rotting, and the stench of the polyurethane resin on the body was even stronger after the body was crushed. Sherlock circled the corpse three times, then took out a magnifying glass from his pocket and lay there to take a closer look.

Lestrade dragged Anderson, who wanted to go up to stop Sherlock, and sent him and his little assistants out, and the people had already arrived, and although he was reluctant to ask Sherlock for help, he still hoped to get clues from Sherlock's mouth that he couldn't see, as a reward for putting him here.

"Abandoned it, either the murderer changed his career or there was some reason why he had to give up on him."

Sherlock spun around and continued.

"The preservatives in the body will confuse the time of death, and it is impossible to judge for the time being. Polyurethane resin is one of the most flexible and malleable resins, but it is difficult to operate and requires a large place to complete the job, and the crime scene must be a huge abandoned factory, or some place with a large space. Thirty-year-old white man, blood clotting agent euthanasia death, the treatment in the body is very special and can make the front of the body not decay, but behind the back, it is obvious that he has failed, failure ......"

"It's a discarded collectible because it's not perfect."

Hannibal also worked on such a case, a man collected mannequins in a large warehouse, he had a lot of test items discarded and left a lot, and finally completed the perfect picture, but compared to this case, the one seemed to lack a bit of fire.

"The person Greg is looking for must be a perfectionist, he doesn't let it go or accidentally abandon it, he does it on purpose because this doll is not what he wants, it is a defective product."

Hannibal said this with a smile on his lips, this was already a defect that was close to perfection, and he wanted to know how many failures it had to go through to make such a near-perfect work, and how many of the same puppets were there for this interesting murderer.

Sherlock glanced at Hannibal and said, "The river has destroyed many clues on him, and you can't find anything at all, failure." ”

If the man could still wear his own clothes, maybe he could also deduce and investigate, but the murderer left him nothing, not even a clue to prove his identity.

"Patience Sherlock, there's a little bit of evidence in the cracks, but you just didn't find it."

The rare Hannibal was guiding Sherlock, who had kept a lot of things in front of Sherlock from seeing, and now he showed Sherlock his superior thinking skills and insight. He gave Sherlock a new guidance when he couldn't calm down.

Sherlock gave Hannibal a meaningful look, the kid might be even more powerful than McCroft had imagined.