Sherlock Holmes thought it was a shame that he needed a little kid's advice, even though even McCroft praised it.

However, Hannibal did give Sherlock a reminder that there must be subtle evidence left in the cracks, which was not bad at all, and Sherlock, who had just been a little overexcited, began to look at the victim again.

Males, Caucasian people with wide noses, may be Russians or may live in colder high latitudes, fit, homeless shave removed, so it can only be single people without families, or it is also possible to come for tourists.

These only narrow down the victim's identity, but what Sherlock wants is the time of death.

Thames in the London area, a river with a large flow does not freeze, but the place where the victim is found is a river with a small flow, coupled with the cold winter this year, it is also common for the upstream to freeze at the place where the downstream river stops, and Sherlock's mind quickly appeared when the river froze this year, so it should probably be December.

According to the process of decomposing the corpse, it will take at least 45 days if it is under normal temperature or humidity, but the victim has been embalmed and wrapped in a resin layer, this time may be a little longer, and if he is placed in a place with low temperature and humidity, the time will be longer, because low temperature will hinder the development of bacteria. In addition, the humid atmosphere will also speed up the growth of bacteria and the rate of decay, but if he is discarded before December, the humidity of the river is enough, but the temperature can beat the humidity.

So the victim must have been abandoned before the ice froze, and according to the above reasoning, he must have died for at least three months or so.

And that doesn't take away the time he's spent immersed in the water.

"Detective, you can find out who went missing in July-September, single, not a homeless person, should be a resident or tourist in London, Russian or a high latitude region."

Russians? Lestrade wrote it down, and Hannibal looked at Sherlock and touched his chin, and sure enough, there was still a lot to dig out about Sherlock, and he couldn't help but think about what he would become and what path he would take if Sherlock's morality collapsed.

"The victim didn't have too many body spots on his body, he was sealed less than three minutes after his death, polyurethane resin." It would have been impossible to maintain such a clean image if he had not started to do it right after death, and judging from the male characteristics of the man, he could not have completed the last erection. Since then, if a man dies a normal death, he can do the last erection. up.

"If the polyurethane resin wants to achieve its current appearance, it needs several specific conditions, first of all, it works under ventilated conditions, secondly, the relative humidity is within 60% so that it will not blister, so it needs a dehumidifier, and finally it is an open and low temperature room."

Lestrade listened a little confused, and he nodded his head to indicate that he had written it down.

"The murderer you're looking for is a psychopath, and not everyone will make people look like this, and put them in certain clothes and make certain moves."

Sherlock paced to the stripped-off garment, he looked at it carefully with gloves, and after a brief look at it, he found that the garment was very delicate in terms of fabric and workmanship, either made to order by a permanent handicraft shop or made by a murderer, and the only thing that was certain was that the dress was actually quite expensive.

And he found a small number, embroidered on the top of the garment, which must not be visible if he did not examine it carefully.

That number is 13.

"Thirteen? A baker's dozen? What do you mean? ”

Sherlock began to mumble to himself, thinking of the last thirteen, the thirteen that symbolized the atonement. But obviously this is not what it means, but it can also be determined that the murderer is not a superstitious person.

"Numeric number?"

As Lestrade finished speaking, he saw Sherlock staring at him.

"Go on, Inspector."

"It's like our clothes, the code or the number that represents the dress."

Lestrade shrugged as he finished, and that's all he could think of as the number that appeared on his clothes. Sherlock thought for a while and showed a sudden realization expression, he laughed, "Hahaha, Inspector, you are still useful sometimes, it must be numbered This dress is the thirteenth, ......etc."

Sherlock seemed to remember something again, he ran to the side of the victim's body and turned him over, there was a vague black mark on the man's neck that was not much left, if you looked closely, you could still see that it was a number, a number, a number should be the number given to him by the murderer, Sherlock read out the number that could still be seen, "××-03......"

“××-03？ Therefore, this unknown gentleman may be the third spare of the murderer's number, and in connection with the thirteen on the clothes just now, I think the real number of this gentleman should be 13-03. This is a digital notation method that often edits the displays, so it can be understood as the third candidate for the 13th exhibit. ”

Hannibal expressed his opinion slowly, this number of 13-03 made Lestrade's heart tighten, not to mention whether it would be numbered in the future, judging from the thirteen alone, there are at least twelve displays in front of him, and these displays should have been selected by the candidates, as if they were Miss Global.

"So my dear, do you think he's a candidate for number three, which means there are actually two candidates?"

Hannibal nodded and said, "Even more." ”

"But...... It is impossible to have so many missing people in a short period of time. ”

Lestrade couldn't believe the number, at least dozens of people were persecuted, which ...... How can it be.

Hannibal could see Lestrade's surprise, and Sherlock seemed to be frightened by this number for a while, I have to say that this number is indeed very large, but he didn't say that it was in a short period of time, did he?

"Greg, not every one of them is a failure, and according to this sealing method, as long as it is in a relatively dry and cold environment, it can be maintained for a long time, and there are many homeless people who are so big in London, and the missing dozens of people will not be noticed, unless there is a machine that monitors this London."

Hannibal still admires this murderer, no matter what kind of work he wants to complete, the final stereotyped appearance will be very "beautiful", perverted beauty.

"The time can be expanded to at least two years."

Hannibal had been far away from the corpse from beginning to end, keeping his agreement with Lestrade, but the distance did not affect his judgment, and Sherlock had already helped him to interpret the whole corpse. Now they have all the information they need to go, and if they want to investigate further, they will need to know the identity of the deceased.

"Anderson - I need you to do a new autopsy!"

According to the clues given by Sherlock and Hannibal, they need to conduct a new autopsy, and according to Sherlock's inference, they will first determine the correct place and time for the man.

Anderson heard Reestrade's shout and immediately ran over, and he saw that the little child was standing beside Reestrade in a good manner, and the tall man with curly hair was about to lie on the victim's body, and he wanted to exclaim, didn't the curly-haired man have a sense of smell? That corpse really stinks worse than a rotting corpse.

Lestrade went up and dragged Sherlock, "Excuse me, there's a new clue you need to re-autopsy, and I need an exact time of death." ”

Sherlock writhed in Lestrade's hand to break free, but Hannibal took his other hand and whispered Sherlock's name, "Uncle Sherlock—"

Hannibal didn't want Sherlock to disturb Lestrade's work, and besides, they shouldn't have been involved in this matter in the first place, and it wasn't Lestrade's special approval that they could stand here now.

"Guaranteed mission, chief."

Anderson is full of energy when he finishes his work, he hopes that he can get a place in the murder team, to be honest, everyone knows that there is a super capable detective in the murder team, he has solved many cases and is the idol of both men and women in Scotland Yard, Anderson is no exception, he hopes that he can become a person like Lestrade.

"Okay, can you go home now?"

Lestrade thinks that he has fulfilled Sherlock's wish for the bear child, and if he dares to mess around again, then don't blame him for educating Sherlock in the same way as educating the bear child, such as spanking. Even if Sherlock was cheeky and had been spanked in public, he probably wouldn't want to go out to meet anyone for the rest of his life, especially since going to meet Mycroft and my brother was Goldfish Holmes.

Sherlock understood the meaning of Reestrade's threat, and he muttered that he could only choose to walk out after Reestrade, and now that there was nothing left to study about the corpse, Sherlock was ready to start investigating the case when the information on the victims and missing persons was complete.

Lestrade got off work and drove home with his family.

By the way, Lestrade bought a new car, the first car in his life, and he became MyGirl.

In view of the large population of their family, Lestrade could only give up the four-seater and choose the seven-seater, Sherlock sat in the co-pilot and kept muttering something, without listening to Lestrade, he knew that he was thinking about the case, just like Sherlock himself said, he really could forget about the withdrawal reaction when he encountered an interesting case.

Maybe he'll be able to finish his treatment soon.

For this information, Lestrade is going to inform McCroft who doesn't know where, Sherlock has always been under McCroft's control, whether it is drug rehabilitation or whatever, it is under the control of Mycroft, if Sherlock wants to stop his drug rehabilitation, then McCroft's approval must be obtained.

Lestrade was lying in bed editing text messages to McCroft.

Busy lately? Sherlock's performance has been good these days, don't worry. ――GL

The first text message was not returned.

Well, small government official, I'm guessing you're busy, maybe you can try to give Sherlock more vacations, because he's getting less and less withdrawn right now. ――GL

The second article remained unanswered.

Remember to come back and inform me that Sherlock actually cares about you, and that I have a case in trouble, and that there are so many perverts in London. ――GL

Mycroft felt the vibration of his phone and pulled it out of his pocket, three text messages were from a person, signed GL, his dearest Inspector Greg Lestrade, a smile appeared on the corner of McCroft's mouth, Sherlock is treating well is indeed worth celebrating, but how could Sherlock miss him, Greg was worried that he would be sad and lied to him.

Troublesome case? It looks like Scotland Yard is busy again, and I wonder if his poor little brother will be able to get involved this time.

McCroft laughed when he saw the last sentence, there are so many perverts in London? What a spit it is.

There have always been a lot of perverts in London, please protect yourself, my great Scotland Yard Inspector Greig. ――M

After McCroft pressed the send button, he smiled as he felt the hard object on his temple, "I wouldn't have chosen to do this, Mr. Agent Three." ”

Mycroft turned to look at the traitor who had infiltrated him, and smiled mockingly.

How did a fool who couldn't even hold a gun get into his hands.

He grabbed the man's wrist while he panicked, bringing the muzzle up, and with a little trick, Agent Three painfully let go of his grip on the gun, catching it with his left hand as his gun was about to fall to the ground. Now there was a reversal of the shape shì, the gun came into the hands of Mycroft, he pulled down the safety and sat in the chair and pointed the gun in his hand at the man with his backhand.

"Looks like you're not lucky, Agent Three is not right, it's Mr. Mark Eden."

An elegant smirk appeared on Mycroft's face......