"Didn't you say you hated being on this occasion?" Watson asked.

The exhibition was already a relatively quiet place, Sherlock rubbed his ears, very cold, "Maybe the gift giver will be here." ”

"That?" Watson gestured to the cap next to him talking to himself.

Sherlock lifted his chin, "It's not him. ”

"Interesting, isn't it? Although he is an Oriental, he is very attractive and beautiful. Watson said.

Sherlock was noncommittal, "Just like a nice skin?" Vulgar. ”

Watson laughed, "How do you know that San isn't an interesting person?" ”

"That's not about me." Sherlock replied, "I don't follow him and like him because he's funny." ”

"In fact, you're paying more attention to him now than you are to anyone else." Watson shrugged, "It's just that you haven't noticed it yet." ”

"Because I'm curious about what appears in his house, after all, it doesn't look like his doors and windows are broken and someone has gone in."

"Well, you really look like you're just trying to solve the case." Watson seemed a little helpless.

"Or else?" Sherlock thought it amused, "You don't think I'm like those vulgar people and like that little painter, do you?" ”

……

It wasn't until near the end of the exhibition that Sang discovered Sherlock and Watson.

He was a little surprised, "Are you really here?" ”

"Didn't you give us the tickets to invite us?" Watson asked.

Sang Yi pursed his lips and smiled, "Yes." ”

Sherlock's gaze swept over Sonny, and his nose sniffed again, "It smells of a woman's powder." ”

"It's my pleasure to explain to a beautiful lady." Sang Yi replied.

Sherlock added, "It looks like the man didn't show up. ”

"That person?"

Sang Yi was stunned and quickly reacted, "Do you think that person will appear here?" ”

Sherlock said, "Maybe." ”

Sang Yi frowned slightly, "In that case, it will be someone I know, or someone who knows me and is likely to be familiar with me." ”

"Got an idea?" Sherlock asked.

Sangyi: "...... No. ”

Speaking of this, he was a little ashamed and a little weak-hearted, and he felt a bit like an elm head.

But Sherlock didn't seem to care if he was elm head, as Sherlock didn't expect him to find the man in the first place.

Solving the case is a detective's business, Sang Yi thought, he is just an ordinary little painter.

Sang poured water and handed it to Sherlock and Watson, "Drink water first?" ”

Sherlock shook his hand as he took the glass, and he could clearly sense that someone was watching him.

Or rather, someone is looking at the cup in his hand.

"What's wrong?" Sang Yi asked.

Sherlock took a slow sip and said, "I just felt the flame of jealousy." ”

Sang Yi was at a loss.

Watson glanced around the field and said regretfully, "I don't see who it is." ”

Sherlock pushed the cup back into Son's hand and said, "When is it over?" ”

Sang Yi shook his head as he held the cup, "There may be something going on when it's over." ”

"Push it off, go back."

"Huh?"

"Those useless socializing will waste your time, isn't it your most important thing right now to find that fanatical suitor?" Sherlock said, "Who knows what will happen if it's late?" ”

I don't know if it's a fanatical suitor Sang Yi, but it's certainly an abnormal suitor.

Sensing Sherlock's right, Sang said, "I see. ”

Sherlock was very satisfied with Sang's obedience, and such a client was more convenient to communicate, of course...... He meant people.

——

"San."

The cap looked at the back of Sang Yi and the detective consultant leaving, and his expression faded a little, "The gift hasn't been given out yet." ”

"Would you like to give him a gift too?" The man next to him asked.

The cap subconsciously replied, "That's right." ”

"He doesn't like the usual things you give." Most of the man's face was hidden in the darkness, "He needs a very special gift so that he will remember ......"

The cap was stunned, and he turned his head to look, only to see the man's tall back disappear from sight.

…… Special gifts will be remembered.

What makes a special gift?

What kind of gift will be remembered?

The cat scratched at the door restlessly, and Mrs. Hudson tapped on the door, "Don't bark, San will be back soon." ”

Maybe it was found that the person outside was not the owner, or maybe it understood what the person outside said, and the cat in the house stopped.

Mrs. Hudson muttered to herself, "Why do you keep scratching the door today?" Is it because San is not at home? ”

——

Sani pushed the door open.

This time there was an extra glass on the table.

Glass.

What does the glass represent?

Sang slammed open Sherlock's door.

Sherlock's gaze fell on the cup in Sonyi's hand, and he said, "This cup was taken by you during the exhibition." ”

Sang Yi was stunned.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the cup in his hand, "Did I take it?" ”

"You handed it to me." Sherlock reminded.

Sang Yi slowly clenched the cup and said, "Why did you send this?" ”

"Maybe you can think about it, too." Sherlock said, "Who else did you hand your cup?" ”

Sang Yi was puzzled, "Is there any connection?" ”

"Maybe." Sherlock said, "Like exclusivity? ”

Sunny frowned, thought for a moment, and suddenly looked at Sherlock steadily.

At first, Mr. Detective was stared at by Sang Yi as immobile as a mountain, and gradually after a long time, he actually felt a little uncomfortable.

"What's wrong?" Mr. Detective asked.

Sang Yi then spoke, "I remember, about the things I received before......"

Sherlock bowed, "You say. ”

"Formalin-soaked things don't rot, and I mentioned it before, and I want to try making specimens." Sang Yi's voice was calm, "Just when I first said that there would be an art exhibition. ”

Sherlock nodded, "Well, what else?" ”

"Humans have 24 ribs, and I said I wanted to see what human ribs look like."

Sherlock looked past the door, as if he saw a man carefully punching his ribs.

"The last skull, the eyes are exceptionally clear and delicate, very standard......" Sang Yi stretched out his hand and touched his head, "It's actually a little similar to mine." ”

Sherlock's brow furrowed slightly, and his expression became a little serious, "Your life is now threatened. ”

Son looked at Sherlock.

"That man is no longer satisfied with taking your word and deed and sending strange things, he wants to control you now." Sherlock said.

Unable to seem aware of the danger of what Sherlock said, he continued, "Someone saw me when I said those things and did those things. ”

Sherlock also listened to Sony.

"I'm not sure." "I'm more interested now than I am, how did he get into my room." ”

Sherlock said, "Let's go to your room again." ”

Sang obediently opened the door.

The doors and windows were still closed, and not a single wind could blow in.

Sherlock stood by the window and felt himself and the height of the window.

"Because there's no secret passage or anything like that, right?" "What's more, Mrs. Hudson didn't say anything like that existed." ”

Sherlock glanced at Say, "Don't always read novels. ”

Sangyi: "......"

Is this Mr. Detective kidding?

Sherlock walked around the room before saying, "It looks like your window is closed, but this window can be opened from the outside." ”

"If the other party is tall and has good skills...... Sherlock leaned out of the window, "it's not difficult to get in, it's easy." ”

Sang Yi also brushed his toes, as if trying to learn from Sherlock to look outside.

Sherlock held out his hand against Sang Yi's blue furry head, "It's really not high enough here, so you don't have to worry too much about how the other party got in." ”

"There's no way to not dwell on this kind of thing." Sang Yi muttered, "After all, it's about my personal safety." ”

Sherlock shrugged, "That can't be helped, since you're being targeted, you definitely need to pay more attention to yourself, of course, you can also call the police, after all, you also called the police before, didn't you?" ”

Sang Yi paused before speaking slowly, "But after that, there was no follow-up at all, and no one came to ask me again. ”

"So you're well aware." Sherlock stared at Sang and said, "You know, they can't help you at all, do they?" ”

Sang Yi's eyelashes trembled, and he whispered, "So can Mr. Detective help me?" ”

——

Mr. Detective is a guy with very low emotional intelligence.

He has a high IQ, is very good at solving crimes, is very good at deductive reasoning, and he is a genius.

But such people are too straightforward in their words and deeds, and if they say that they are good, they are straightforward, and if they are bad, they have low emotional intelligence.

Mr. Detective, who has low emotional intelligence, only said to Sang Yi's request for help, "I'll just help you solve the case, as for anything else, why should I help you?" ”

He even thought to himself, "We're not friends."

For friends, Mr. Detective is also not stingy in helping.

Sang Yi was not discouraged when he touched a nail.

He said, "In that case, thank you Mr. Detective these days, and I'll thank you when I find that person." ”

Sherlock watched faintly as Sang closed the door.

This was almost the end of his mission, he thought.

He had already helped Sang Yi know what that person was going to do, and he had also helped Sang Yi figure out where those things came from, as for who that person was, how Sang Yi found out, and what he would do with it, it was all Sang Yi's own business, and it had nothing to do with Sherlock.

With that in mind, Sherlock turned back to Room 221b.

Mrs. Hudson finished her meal and said, "Sherlock, tell Sang to come and eat." ”

Sherlock refused, "I don't call." ”

"Awkward?" Mrs. Hudson asked, "Is there anything you can't let him order?" Go and call him. ”

It was a strange thing to say, Sherlock thought, as if he had a good relationship with Sangyi, and he had nothing to do with Sang.

"Go and call him." Mrs. Hudson repeated, "Sherlock, if he's hungry tonight, don't eat either." ”

Sherlock stood at the door of Sanyi's room puzzled, why on earth was he standing here?

After all, whether Sang Yi is hungry or not has nothing to do with him.

The door opened from the inside.

The fair and beautiful face of the oriental youth jumped into Sherlock's eyes, and his blue hair shone brightly.

"Mr. Detective." The voice of the Dongfang youth was gentle, "Do you have anything else?" ”