When Connie got up, she found herself lying in Sherlock's room.

As you can imagine, this has many ways for her.

When she got up and saw the breakfast in the living room, she woke up the girls who were already half asleep and woke up with sweat.

Christine and Philomena probably slept most comfortably, so they were the first two to wake up, and then the bathroom preemption began, and Connie sat on the sofa drinking porridge while watching them helplessly.

"What the hell did you do last night? Came back drunk, and ran here early this morning......" At this, she was depressed.

"How did you get in?"

"Philomena's family has a stake in this hotel, and she is half a young lady, so naturally people can open the door and come in." R replied lightly, remembering that Philomena had stuck to the door last night and refused to leave, and sneered.

Connie: "...... is it such a big hotel, is it just such a mess?"

Lucia, who didn't succeed in grabbing the bathroom, poured a cup of coffee and drank it: "That's an acquaintance, if it's a stranger, the manager won't open the door." She could see at a glance what Connie's meme memes meant.

Yo, still the manager?

Connie grimaced: "Let's not talk about it for now...... Skip it, but you're only 13 years old, and you're not old enough to reach the legal age, so how can you go out and drink until the wee hours of the morning? Her face was flushed, as if she was very dissatisfied with what they were doing.

And the first thing Connie looked at was R.

Obviously, she was a little weak when it came to this.

"Don't look at me, I don't know ......" I was already drunk when I found out later.

Christina had managed to squeeze into the bathroom earlier.

Connie looked at Lucia without choice.

She was very calm, raising her eyebrows and looking indifferent.

"It's fine, just a little cocktail. And we all have bodyguards with us, and the bar is also run by acquaintances, so don't be afraid. She winked at Connie softly, as if she was discharging.

Connie: "......"

"Don't worry, isn't this safe to come back? There will be no next time. R sniffed himself in disgust, banged on the door, and yelled from the outside, "Hurry up!" ”

Full of neutrality.

Lucia also looked impatient, slumping on the couch with a disgusted expression.

Connie sighed.

“…… Isn't there a bathroom upstairs? "They're still at the level of a presidential suite, so there have to be two.

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the two people in the room suddenly lit up, and Lucia jumped up from the sofa one by one, and went straight to the door, and disappeared into the corridor as soon as the door opened.

Lucia took a full step and subconsciously walked to the elevator first, but the elevator was still on the first floor, so she could only run the stairs behind R......

#这个悲伤的世界#

Connie got up and closed the door, continuing to silently drink her already cold porridge.

On the other side, Sherlock and Lestrade came to an abandoned alley.

"What are you doing here? It's so remote, how do you know it's so remote? Lestrade covered his nose with a look of disgust, it was like an incineration plant, smelling worse than a garbage dump.

Sherlock, on the other hand, didn't react, just looked around, and walked around a few times, if it weren't for the concentration in his expression, he was afraid that people would think that he was here for an outing.

Incineration plant.

It smells of incineration plants.

Sherlock moved his nose to collect the large amount of scent into his nose, dividing it into different scents, which were then distributed to the corresponding substances through his memory palace.

After a while, he stood still, looked at a factory that looked like a closed down not far away, and walked straight over.

In every place and in every direction, there are different smells wafting over, but this warehouse, which is in the upwind position, has a faint fragrance, similar to the smell of leaves.

Lestrade hurriedly followed: "Where to go?" ”

When the two arrived at an abandoned factory, Sherlock glanced at the red brick wall and circled the warehouse seemingly randomly.

He found no fewer than ten hidden cameras in the rough cement.

For the people in the factory, there is a 360-degree existence outside.

He turned to look around him like a garbage dump, desolate and dirty.

With so much effort, what kind of secrets must be hidden inside?

Mium Street, 18.

This is an address that does not exist in this world, at least since he hacked the Burmese government service weapons and the British and American global satellite positioning system, he has not found this address.

But this address is a regular visitor in the woman's phone book.

Two blocks away from here, on a busy alley, there is a bar called Miam.

What an interesting coincidence.

"I say, what the hell are you doing in such a desolate and broken place? Solve the case? There's a clue here? Lestrade was clearly overwhelmed by the smell.

Sherlock stood in front of the door.

"In such a broken place, but with this kind of combination lock that can only be used by the military?" He laughs.

Lestrade looked towards the door, which at first glance seemed shabby and inconspicuous, but at the mention of Sherlock, he immediately recognized the difference in the lock.

Different from the electric lock or iron cable used by ordinary people, this is a combination lock, which requires fingerprints and passwords to be entered at the same time to ensure the opening of the door, otherwise it will cause an alarm system, even if you enter the wrong password, it will cause an alarm.

It is obviously out of place in such a shabby little place.

For a moment, Lestrade also realized that something was wrong.

"And what are we going to do with this lock?" He asked, only to see Sherlock pull a glove out of his bag and place it on the fingerprint retriever, while his right hand quickly typed four numbers on the keyboard.

He was about to scream nervously, but he saw that the door was actually open!

#这特么就很不对劲了#

"How did you do that?" His eyes widened and his mouth opened wide.

Sherlock put away his gloves and stepped straight inside.

Quite simply, it was just a matter of taking all the material available from the house of the woman who was full of lies.

And her private password is also easy to guess, and she seems to be a person who thinks she is smart but does not measure herself.

Moreover, the ambitions are also great.

Walking through the narrow path, a bright and splendid laboratory appears in front of you.

Yes, private labs. There is also a room style that is gorgeously decorated.

Lestrade was stunned to see this decoration that was even more gorgeous than the hotel, and when he turned around, he didn't know where he touched the plate, and it fell to the ground, causing a loud noise, which startled him immediately.

But what really scared him was what he saw after he crouched down.

A blood-red scorpion slowly crawled out of the shattered jade.

Although he didn't know much about chemistry and physics, Lestrade's common sense was enough to tell him that the scorpion with a red body was highly poisonous.

Fortunately, Lestrade was frightened, and Lestrade, who was in a cold sweat, was not yet frightened to his legs, and he called out Sherlock, and the mood fluctuations in his voice were enough to call people over.

Probably a little impatient with Lestrade's recklessness, Sherlock, who was about to speak, swept his eyes to the red scorpion, but he held up.

"Indian Red Scorpion." He lowered his eyes, picked up the red scorpion with the tweezers on the table, and roasted it directly on the alcohol lamp, and the broken jade was also set up by him piece by piece and placed under the lamp.

The surface inside the jade is full of venom spurted by scorpions, this Indian red scorpion toxin, one milligram is enough to kill several adults, and this scorpion looks like a juvenile, the whole body is red and there is a touch of light, and even this toxin seems to be much purer than the average adult red scorpion.

Using the equipment at hand, Sherlock quickly made a lens and placed it under the microscope, and the result was clearly just as he expected.

Getting up, he looked at the other pieces of jade on the table, and suddenly smashed all those pieces of jade, and amazingly, there were some poisons in each piece of jade, snake eggs, worms...... What puzzled him even more was that these poisons seemed to be born directly in the jade, and they didn't look like they were artificially implanted at all.

But it will take at least a few decades for such a technology to develop to the point where there are no visible traces.

And these jades are all natural jade.

At least Sherlock doesn't see the slightest trace of artificiality.

Lestrade was speechless at the moment, he looked at the disgusting things that came out of the jade, he didn't stand or sit, the room seemed to be full of such disgusting and harmful things, he just felt uncomfortable, and when Sherlock finished studying, he took the alcohol lamp and burned them all.

"What did you find?" Since the first time the case was handled, Lestrade was desperate to flee the scene.

Now what he is facing is much more terrifying than a PR paperwork.

But Sherlock apparently didn't seem to leave immediately.

He stood up and walked around, as if looking for something.

"What are you looking for?" Lestrade watched as he knocked on the wall from time to time, and then crouched on the ground, a little inexplicably.

“r.” He replied.

Suddenly, he looked at the table at hand, stared at the smooth plane, and slowly bent down.

With his head tilted sideways, his eyes were on the horizontal line of the tabletop, and when he caught the slightest unstable angle, he wanted to move the table, but the table in his hand would not move.

It certainly won't be because the table is too heavy.

He got up, looked at the things on the table, and reached for the microscope, the drawer underneath.

The irregularly distributed drawers look a little weird, but the handles of this drawer are the most worn.

Opening the drawer, there was nothing inside, reaching out and touching it, Sherlock immediately touched something similar to a sticker, fixed, he took out the gloves in his pocket and put them on, and then touched the next half, the table on the left half suddenly moved, revealing a downward corridor. 166 Reading Network