Sherlock Holmes, a man who can be described as a genius, who treats all people as goldfish, or brainless for short, who disregards a person with antisocial personality disorder, who graduated from Oxford University, but did not learn anything important in the university, but put all his experience into fencing and boxing, and did not graduate from college until then.

He came to London, because he fell out with his brother and didn't want his help, he kept injecting Cocaine, the concentration was seven percent three times a day, he thought that using Cocaine would excite the brain, especially when he was bored, so a large part of the reason why he and his brother quarreled was because of his drug addiction. That damn fat man, who always thinks of him as a little brother, wants to keep him in his hands, and God knows how long Sherlock has been thinking of himself as an idiot under his blows when they were both young, and that is simply a shadow of childhood.

So for various reasons they quarreled, and he put on a trench coat and ran out with what little money he had, and lived in a place where only homeless people live on Montague Street.

It was a good place for Sherlock, with Cocaine, shelter from the elements, and even the ability to observe different people, at least much better than those places where all goldfish only knew how to work on time, and he was so happy to think of how his brother would look when he knew he was living here!

That damn fat man who is strong in control, he won't laugh at him anymore!

So Sherlock, who claimed to be a consulting detective, moved into Montague Street and began his "happy" life alone.

By the way, he started to shuttle through various crime scenes, taunting the damn stupid detectives, and then getting caught or chased away, the kind of thing he was used to, and the goldfish didn't think Sherlock would understand him anyway. A few days earlier, he had broken into the murder scene near St. Paul's Cathedral, one of the most interesting scenes he had encountered in recent times, and the murderer was really clever in Sherlock's opinion, and he played the scene and the strange detective.

He thought he would be taken away, but who knew that the man treated him like a child, and let him go by the way, and the most shocking thing about Sherlock was that the man actually said that he had eight children in his family, and he only deduced seven! Heptad!

Sherlock left his address for the detective, which he thought was useless, but who knew that the detective had actually found him on his own initiative.

He had heard about two more homicides he had acquainted, and he thought that the police would locate the accidental robbery and murder according to his own ideas, so he didn't have much confidence in the detective, and it just so happened that on this day he disturbed the dark business of the thugs in Montague Street, and by the way, robbed their Cocaine and was in danger of being chased.

Sherlock, who was running wildly on the street, saw a silver-haired shadow from a distance, tall and sturdy, and walked into the alley step by step, he immediately recognized it as the former inspector in St. Paul's Cathedral, Sherlock's steps were a little brighter, very good, it seemed that there were finally smart people in Scotland Yard, so he gave the inspector a smirk very appreciatively, said hello by the way, and continued to run.

He laughed even more cheerfully at the exclamation of the Inspector, and he was going to get away from them and get to his good job.

Sherlock thought that Greg would follow in his footsteps, but who knew that he stood there and blocked the way of those armed with weapons, and the thugs looked at the handsome "middle-aged man" and said in a very unruly tone: "Get out!" Get out of the way! ”

"Ahem, are you looking for someone who just passed? May I ask him what he has offended you about? ”

Now Lestrade's heart is broken, who knows what the hell that damn little bastard got into to have people hunt down during the day. Sherlock walked back at this time, and stood behind Lestrade to answer what the thugs didn't dare to say, "I stole their Cocaine, Mr. Inspector." ”

Sherlock raised an eyebrow at the gangsters, and Lestrade held his forehead, knowing that the bear child would not stop. If he hadn't had something to do with Sherlock, he would have let these people teach this bear child a lesson, and only then would he be able to relieve his anger.

He pulled out his ID, "I'm Inspector Lestrade, maybe we can go back to the police station about Cocaine." ”

The thugs didn't want to enter the police station, so in the blink of an eye they were scolding and scattering, and Lestrade silently put away his papers, not noticing that Sherlock, who had just been hiding behind him, was touching his chin and looking at his pocket with strange eyes.

"Mr. Sherlock Holmes."

"You actually came to me, is there something wrong with your case, I heard that there are two more deceased, I knew that he must still be doing it, so you are desperate so you came to me, this murderer is so smart, really this is the most interesting case I have encountered recently!"

Sherlock had the word excitement written all over his face, and at the end he jumped up, and Lestrade looked at the sky if he didn't know if it was the right choice for him to come to this bear child, after seeing him like this.

"Where is the scene of the crime? Where are the bodies? There are already three of them, haven't you, have you found the connection here? There will definitely be a connection, I want to see the corpse! ”

Lestrade took a deep breath, he promised that he would find this little bastard who likes to take drugs only once, and there will be absolutely no next time!

"Mr. Sherlock Holmes, before I show you the body, may I ask if you are a drug addict, and I will not involve an addict in my case."

Sherlock looked like you were an idiot or not, and he jumped to his feet and said, "Now the important thing is the case, the case!" I didn't take drugs, I just injected them, and the concentration of 7 percent didn't do any harm, it would make my brain more active so I wouldn't be bored to death! ”

Sherlock kept shouting that he was bored, and the main reason he would inject Cocaine was because his brain needed to be active, and if he was made to stop thinking, he would really die.

“No！ Not seven percent, at least not until your excitement is over. ”

"You idiot, I'm awake now, do you want me to prove it to you?"

Lestrade's words seemed to hit Sherlock, his eyes swept around the neighborhood and then fixed on the man who was a hundred meters away from them, his eyes looked the man up and down for a while and then began to say: "It's very good, it's him, the unemployed man stole his wife's money, and came out to have some fun and let us see if he didn't dare to find a woman, so he came here to try his luck, I think it should be if you want to take drugs, you know that the people here are homeless, and he will find what he wants at a low price." ”

“What？”

Lestrade could never keep up with his train of thought.

"You want to ask me why he didn't dare to find a woman, because he has a thief's heart and no thief's courage, his hand has been in his pocket because there is his mobile phone in it, when the phone vibrates, he will obviously bend down slightly, just now he answered the phone, from the tone will not be his boss then can only be his wife, which shows that he has no status in front of his wife, you can see that his wife is very strong. Maybe it's because his wife's family background is too good, his appearance is outstanding, and the clothes on his body are Armani's new style this year, do you think a man who works in a place where he will be unemployed at any time can afford Armani, and he doesn't have this kind of aesthetic, it can be seen from the socks he matches, white sports socks?! ”

Lestrade looked at the man, he did show his ankles, the white socks did not match the black on his body at all, and the main socks were the sporty ones with blue edges.

"Married for three years and without children, it can be seen from his ring that his wife must have been a follower of the style three years ago. You see his expression when he looks at the passing child, he doesn't like it at all, this is not the kind of eyes that a father will have, look at your eyes, your glasses are almost glued to the child's body, oh my God, you already have eight in your family, are you still not satisfied? ”

Lestrade clenched his fists and pretended to clear his throat, he just saw the well-behaved child look twice, but it was indeed the man who looked at the young mother more than the child.

"He doesn't like his wife, but I think it's because of money, it must be because of money that they get married, why doesn't he ask his wife for help, because he thinks that if his wife knows that he has a career, he will definitely dislike him, maybe the two of them will face divorce at that time, and he won't be able to get the money he wants, maybe he has begun to plan how to trick his wife into turning the ultimate beneficiary of the property into himself, and then he can start to slaughter his wife who doesn't like him and become a rich man."

Sherlock spread his hands and shook his head and finished all his interpretations, and Lestrade raised his forehead in order to prove that he was really sober, did he really use this look?

He believed that if he didn't take Sherlock to see the corpse he wanted to see, he would play everyone aside, in his own way.

A very begging way.

"OK, you won, only this one time I will make an exception for you, there will be no next time."

Sherlock bared his white teeth and said with a smirk, "Inspector, there will definitely be a next time." ”

Lestrade raised his eyebrows, he wouldn't believe it!

Consult Sherlock Bear Kid Sherlock Holmes only once, not for example!

"And my name is Greg Lestrade, you can call me Inspector Lestrade or my name."

"Oh, okay Gehr."