John Watson's "WTH" journey is not over yet, after being raped by the people of Scotland Yard at the crime scene, he is confused and angry, and hurries to follow Sherlock with a striding meteor, "Where are we going?" ”

Sherlock straightened the collar of his coat and said casually, "Lestrade introduced me to a case," and he didn't say that Lestrade thought that he had been cut off from his financial resources by the family when he came out of the closet, so he mercifully introduced him to a fee-based counseling case, which was boring. "Let's go to Abor Investment Company."

Watson looked down at the jacket and sweater he was wearing, "Uh, I think I'm still—"

"I hate bankers who gamble in the malls to bring the global economy to the brink of collapse, and they also feel that wearing a suit makes them look noble enough to hide their crooks." Sherlock said indifferently, and Watson immediately felt that it didn't matter, "I'll go with you." ”

Daniel Tarbert, chief operating officer of Abor Investments, disappeared yesterday, and with Scotland being hampered in less than two days, Lestrade introduced Sherlock to their chief investment officer, Peter Evans.

"We want to hire you and your ......" Peter Evans glanced at Watson, pausing with a hypocritical smirk, and Sherlock said quickly, "Assistant." ”

"Ok, your assistant."

Watson felt that he was starting to hate the bankers, too.

Sherlock stood up and said, "You're lucky that I have a gap in my schedule and my usual personal consultant fee multiplied by... Twelve, what do you think? He paused subtly as he said "Twelve," but given the speed at which he spoke, the subtle pause was inaudible, and the board members whispered, and Sherlock looked around with his brightest eyes, the lightest of the three brothers, as if he hadn't heard, and offered a deliberately magnified smile that made the fine lines on his eyes run out, or the fleeting kind: "If you consider whether I'm worth that value, I don't mind demonstrating." ”

He took his condescending hand out of his coat pocket and pointed to a man and a woman next to him: "For example, I'm pretty sure they both have a leg; Also, he just washed off the nail polish on his hands with solvent, which is a very interesting little hobby. ”

The embarrassed look of the person named after being said was enough to show that Sherlock was completely right, and then the chief investment officer asked the secretary to take Sherlock to the office of the missing chief operating officer, so that he could investigate freely.

Sherlock glanced around the huge office and said in a somewhat pitiful but actually smug tone, "Boring, I thought I would be twenty times as big." ”

Watson asked curiously, "What is your usual cost?" ”

"I don't usually take money, so remember to remind me to make up one before I leave. Hmm, liposuction, wrinkle removal, facial cosmetic surgery, I mean the COO. After Sherlock finished speaking, he made a difficult facial expression with the corner of his right mouth raised high, and his right eye blinked at the same time. Then, regardless of Watson's reaction, he strode over to Daniel Tarbert's bookshelf.

Watson, who reacted, laughed, and when he realized that he was still in someone else's territory, he quickly coughed in disguise, and he felt as if he really had an incredible roommate. Watson looked aimlessly, left and right, and he didn't think he had even three minutes before he saw Sherlock walking out, his coat flipped behind him.

Watson asked, puzzled, "What happened?" ”

Sherlock raised the corners of his mouth and said, "Almost, you can't expect a pretentious person to have much substance to deduce, now let's go find the missing Mr. Tarbert." ”

Watson touched his nose and followed, and then he followed Sherlock to a high-end apartment, and downstairs Sherlock rang the doorbell, and the administrator's voice came out: "Management room." ”

Watson watched Sherlock smile exaggeratedly, and said in a voice that was not so aggressive, "This is Officer Sigerson of Scotland Yard, and we have permission to view 501." ”

Watson's eyes widened: "We don't have a license. ”

Sherlock quickly withdrew his smile: "They won't ask you for it." ”

Sure enough, they made it to 501 and found Daniel Tarbert...... of corpses.

Sherlock's blue eyes lit up, and he quickly jumped over to investigate the corpse sitting on the couch, and not only that, but after examining the corpse, he looked through the whole large and bright room, and with a flurry of movements, the curls like wool jumped, making him look much younger than his actual age. Of course, this is not the time to sigh about this, his behavior made Watson shout out the sentence "There is a corpse of hell!" It turned into a grunt that came out of his throat.

"Wait, shall we call the police first?" As a good law-abiding citizen, Watson subconsciously thought this, which was very normal, Sherlock didn't speak, or didn't hear Watson's words at all - he was very good at this, not that he was particularly targeting anyone, even Mommy's words would be blocked by him many times - Watson assumed that he agreed, and called the police.

Then he and Lestrade met again.

Whenever this happens, Anderson usually rushes up and tells Sherlock not to destroy the crime scene, but now he (or their group) is more interested in Watson. As a gossip expert, Anderson is undoubtedly very good, because he came up and sent a powerful straight shot: "How's Sherlock Holmes's technique?" I mean in bed? Which of you is up and who is down? ”

Watson: "......"

Anderson said to himself, "Oh, you probably haven't gotten laid yet, have you?" You know, freaks are older virgins! ”

Lestrade coughed and shouted warningly, "Anderson!" ”

Anderson replied to Watson, "Maybe we can go to the bar and have a drink or something, Watson, right?" After that, he put on his gloves and went to the autopsy.

Watson: "......" WTF! What's wrong with this police officer (Watson later learned that Anderson's real job is a forensic doctor, and occasionally a part-time drug detector dog for Lestrade)?! Wait, Sherlock is still a virgin? He looks like he's twenty-five or sixteen years old, right? For a former military doctor with the nickname "Sleeping on Three Continents", this is really ...... Amaze.

Sherlock is pushed aside while Reistride's team is scouting, and Watson is on crutches with his eyes drifting, but he isn't really rude enough to ask questions like "Are you a virgin?" Fortunately, when Watson was about to say something, Lestrade and Anderson discussed: "This should be a drug overdose—"

"Wrong! This is only one of the explanations, supporting part of the evidence, that you have a conclusion that you like, but you choose to ignore a qiē that doesn't. Sherlock pouted, as if he was no longer surprised that Scotland Yard would do so.

Lestrade's unexpectedly good temper today, not that he usually has a bad temper, you must know that he has been tortured by Sherlock for more than four years, and he can still keep his fists from making negative contact with Sherlock's pale face, which can show that his good temper can't be better. It's that he has never been angry with Sherlock, but today he still has a rare kind way to say, "For example? ”

"Look at his arm, there are no traces left by looking for blood vessels; Looking around, does this look like a place where an addict lives? It's neat and tidy, and even the food in the fridge is well organized. Hai-Lo-because of the desire for a feeling of being in the air, and the desire to numb themselves with drugs, explains why they can always be found in dirty apartments or narrow alleys after taking drugs; Then there's this box of salad with a small amount of heroin. Sherlock said at an astonishing pace, "What does that mean?" The fact that he was stunned by the hy-lo-in he placed in the salad and then dragged to a chair and then dealt him the fatal blow also explains why there were no traces of a fight at the scene, which is the only conclusion supported by all the evidence. ”

"You mean someone murdered him?" ”

"Wait for the salad's test report, there's a small amount of heroin in it, I assure you." Sherlock said as he took off his rubber gloves, wrapped his scarf around him, put on his coat, and walked out without saying a word.

Lestrade pursed his lips, and Anderson said in a strange voice, "I think he must be dissatisfied!" ”

The straight man Watson couldn't bear it anymore, he cursed in a low voice: "For God's sake, we only met yesterday, just rented a house together, I'm not gay!" ”

Anderson opened his mouth in an instant: "We met yesterday and live together today?" Is it tomorrow that your children will be able to go to elementary school? ”

Watson: "...... Sherlock, can you explain? No one answered him, and when he turned his head to find that Sherlock was long gone, he felt even more tired.

Watson, who was on crutches and leaving the apartment, walked down the road in a daze, thinking about the day when he had seen three corpses in a row and was mistaken for gay, and was ready to go back to his rented house to pack his luggage, but he didn't expect that there were even more fucking things waiting for him.

The little black car has arrived, and the big demon king is ready to kill people and bury corpses.

While the one-of-a-kind consulting detective was busy solving the case, and the British government was busy with the "underground conspiracy", the youngest of the Sherlock Holmes family was not idle.

Palermo, Italy

"Merlin, I really doubt that you are true love for Bond now. Think about it, what are the chances of bumping into 007 again in the mission you gave me? Gu Qing sighed sincerely, Merlin snorted coldly and waited for a while not to hear Gu Qing speak again, he opened his mouth and asked, "What are you doing?" ”

"Oh, I'm calculating the odds, speaking with the facts."

Merlin: "......" He took a deep breath, to be honest, the last time he collided with 007 on Gu Qing's mission, that is, in Bolivia, he made a big wish, saying that if he became Gu Qing's support officer again, he would chop his hands. Obviously, this ambition is to send it casually, and it can't be counted, after all, if it really does, Merlin won't even be able to cut off his feet.

Gu Qing looked at Bond, who was skilled and beautiful on the deck, and half-squinted his eyes, oh, Bond's senses are still very keen, as a goldfish. When Bond felt his gaze coming over, Gu Qing didn't dodge and smiled politely at the other party, given that he was not his original appearance now, and he didn't think Bond would recognize him, not to mention that his gaze just now was not very aggressive. Apparently, Bond was just treating him as a regular guest, and his attention turned back to the beautiful woman, which was clearly his goal.

Gu Qing moved his rosy lips and said to Merlin on the other end of the communicator: "What do you think is the chance of a royal gentleman and MI6 "friendship"? Well, this time it's just a rhetorical statement, and I'm not going to calculate it. I just want to say that overlapping tasks is really a waste of resources. ”

Merlin: "...... You can stand still and pick up the leak behind the 007 butt, saving time and effort, and it is worth your choice. ”

Gu Qing's eyebrows moved: "I can tell you are sarcastic." ”

Merlin "hehe" said: "I'm so glad you heard that, so concentrate on your mission, Gareth!" After saying that, he simply hung up the communication.

Gu Qing stretched his body slightly, he enjoyed the sunshine that was completely different from London, and suddenly felt that Merlin's ironic construction was worth considering. He can watch Bond doing tasks on the side, and see what shining points the other party has in addition to his straight hips and a decent sense of humor← these two points Gu Qing is reluctant to admit, after all, he has already said it, but the timing is before he finds out that Bond has a crush on his good friend Benjamin.

As for now, hehe.

Since the mission is mentioned, let's talk about his goal this time. The branch of the royal gentleman in Italy received information that an arms manufacturer had been robbed and that a cart of high-tech, lightweight, shoulder-fired rockets had been stolen, which were experimental weapons with a range nine times that of conventional rockets, and that had laser-guided technology that, once locked onto a target, was almost impossible to get rid of.

The man behind the scenes, a man named Christopher, has never been photographed or identified, and it is known that he sold weapons to Rwanda and Somalia that were part of the genocide.

Gu Qing's mission is to find the stolen rockets, and then hack into the navigation system of each rocket, implant location tracking software, and find out Christopher's buyer, so he is now on the luxury cruise ship that was confirmed to be Christopher's rocket transporter.

Gu Qing walked slowly on the top deck, the blueprint of this luxury cruise ship was in his mind, and the information of a hundred guests was listed exactly as it was listed, and when he swept past each guest, he would cross-compare, and instantly make further deductions and labels.

It would be a great way to relax your nerves during a mission, wouldn't it?

Until someone walked from behind him with light steps, naturally took his arm, and called affectionately: "MyDear? "The person who spoke was very considerate and left half a step away for himself, so as to appreciate the expression of the person he was holding, but he did not have the same intimacy as he showed, which is not good." Shouldn't you be surprised to see your girlfriend you haven't seen for a long time? ”

Gu Qing turned around and put himself in front of the person who claimed to be his "girlfriend" friend, the other party's hand was still holding his arm unremittingly, and even the whole person snuggled up to him with his movements. From a distance, they look like a very sweet couple. Special note, it is ordinary、Male! Woman! Couple.

Gu Qing's gaze swept over the other party's long black curly hair, black coat, and burgundy floor-length skirt worn inside, and finally returned to the other party's face, looking into the big black eyes that flashed with cunning. Gu Qing commented: "It's very suitable for you." ”

Moriarty tried not to let such a brief comment make him depressed, and he said coquettishly and aggrievedly: "That's it? I'm dressed like this for you, Darling. "It's like a girlfriend who dislikes her boyfriend's mouth is not sweet enough and not interesting enough, and it seems that he is really addicted to acting.

"I'm afraid so, baby." In order to echo Moriarty's words, Gu Qing also added a suffix, and Moriarty's long eyelashes trembled-oh, those were his own eyelashes, he didn't wear false eyelashes-he looked at Gu Qing stupidly, those charming wet eyes were spilled in by the sun, and there was a kind of crying effect, "I haven't seen you for more than four years, and you are still so ruthless." ”

Gu Qing won't admit this: "I didn't attack you when you leaned over, I didn't mention that you were wearing five-centimeter-high heels, I even called you "baby" to you now, you really can't ask for more." ”

"Don't be angry, sweetheart." Moriarty was closer to Gu Qing, almost close to him, and his voice, which he had deliberately suppressed, now became softer, "I thought you had a new love and forgot my old love." ”

Gu Qing was touched by his resentful words, and it was only for a moment, and then he clearly knew that the so-called "new love" in Moriarty's words referred to Benjamin. He lowered his eyes and reached out a little carelessly to tuss Moriarty's long curly hair, "If you have to make such an analogy, I can responsibly tell you that you are wrong just from the timeline." I knew Jim first, went to college later, and you only showed up after Jim disappeared. ”

"You don't have to stress that Jim and I are not the same person, baby." Moriarty didn't yell like he had because of the situation, but he wasn't as calm as he said. He giggled smugly at Gu Qing's indifferent eyes, and said in Gu Qing's ear with a sympathetic gesture: "It seems that I really broke your heart at that time, didn't I?" But don't worry, I'm not going to do anything to your little pet, but I've always remembered that it was a game for the two of us. As for this time, it's just a drill, or do you prefer to think of it as a pleasure between us, dear? ”

After Moriarty finished speaking, he opened up some distance, resumed the role of "girlfriend" he played, and wanted to drag Gu Qing to the next deck to play. There they rubbed shoulders with the lone Bond, and Moriarty's eyes were full of interest, "It seems that this journey is more exciting than I thought, but our Mr. Agent has a strange expression, do you know why, dear?" ”

Gu Qing was noncommittal to Moriarty's insinuation that he didn't know anything about Bond on this boat, but answered his question: "Maybe it's because I secretly sent him Qiubo before." ”

Moriarty: "...... You always know how to upset me, don't you? His brow furrowed, and he made a hurt expression.

"You'll have to admit that he's aesthetically pleasing, ah, I forgot to ask you what your name is now?" Gu Qing said pointedly, Moriarty is now playing a woman, and he has to have a feminine name.

However, Gu Qing's little bad taste obviously didn't play a role in Moriarty, who is now a veritable "drama queen", and he smiled sweetly: "I like you to call me baby." ”

Gu Qing tilted his head to look at him: "I thought your favorite title was Daddy." ”

Moriarty replied with a flying kiss without any psychological barriers, and his eyes were mixed with some ambiguous looks: "Oh, little honey, now you should call me Mommy." ”

Gu Qing: "...... You win. Perhaps Moriarty should have realized that he would have such a moment when he appeared in front of him dressed as a woman.

These words obviously made Moriarty very proud, and he looked at his whole body with high spirits, and then ...... There is a man who sends him autumn waves.

"It's a good thing, it's an affirmation of how you're dressed now." Gu Qing expressed his opinion on this matter, and Moriarty said angrily: "You are really not a qualified boyfriend!" "He's still playing the game of playing boyfriend and girlfriend.

Gu Qing said indifferently about this: "I thought the setting you gave was that the infatuated woman tried her best to try to get back her boyfriend who had changed her mind, why did your current setting change back to a boyfriend and girlfriend who was in love?" Then you should have told me in advance. ”

"You don't seem to hate this little game," Moriarty said softly, clearly enjoying it, "then make it even more exciting." Well, how about which of us find out the bad guys on this cruise ship first? ”