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Of course, these compliments were not enough, and Jian Yue seemed to be very ordinary and said: "How did you find out that the chairman has the tendency to kill people? What are the so-called doubts?"

This gave Mr. Detective a chance to show off. Sherlock blinked and immediately started talking.

After he came back from eating outside, he saw the chairman of the hospital, after having a regular meeting with his subordinates, go to the corridor mysteriously by himself, and looked around to make sure that there was no one there.After that, he sneaked into a utility room and put on medical gloves and a medical bandage.

Of course, Sherlock would not pay special attention to these things alone, mainly because of a medical record that the chairman threw into the trash can. Why would an ordinary patient be treated by this, hundreds of thousands of dollars a minute? What are the top and bottom board members concerned about?

The detective's sense of smell made Sherlock notice a hint of malice hidden in the man's eyes.

"So you followed him alone." Jian Yue frowned, "You still chose to fight him."

Knowing that he was concerned about his safety, Sherlock didn't take it seriously, "I considered the possibility of going to various dangerous places in the future when I was in college, and I specialized in fencing and fighting courses."

It might be unrealistic to discuss the level of danger with this detective gentleman. Jian Yue wisely shut up, thought for a while, and then encouraged: "You can show your talents again. Sherlock, catch the murderer while paying attention to safety. I think both the general public and the patients in this hospital will be very grateful to you. Not to mention a high-ranking criminal with a lot of money, I am afraid that no one can defeat him except you, "

Sure enough, Mr. Detective raised the corners of his lips and smiled quite contentedly, "Of course, such an interesting case is tailor-made for me."

Where there is Sherlock, there is murder. This sentence does not need any reason.

This sentence comes from the imprint of the god of death.

That night, the hospital where Jian Yue stayed welcomed the inspectors from Scotland Yard, led by Lestrade, sealed off the ward where the patient died suddenly, and locked down all the doctors and nurses who had been in and out of the ward before. Even patients are interrogated and checked.

Sherlock, who was eager to try, naturally wanted to go to watch, but he also forced Jian Yue to go with him. According to his meaning, "Sleeping for so long, if you don't move much, you will degenerate into a goldfish."

"..." Jian Yue had also been off the live broadcast for three days. After thinking about it, he agreed to go with Sherlock to observe the situation, and by the way, share the detective's every move during the progress of the case with the audience in the live broadcast room.

As a result, among the melon-eating crowd that surrounded three or four floors, there was an oriental face like Jian Yue, and Sherlock, a strange man wearing a peaked cap and turned up the collar of his windbreaker.

When Lestrade saw them inside, especially Sherlock who was still pretending to be an ordinary person, he couldn't help but twitch his eyes. After listening to the summary report of his subordinates, he couldn't help but turn towards Sherlock. , asked: "The time of the patient's sudden death is recorded on the computer. During this period, no one entered, but why did the alarm be triggered? Does anyone have any clues about this situation?"

The crowd was crowded, but no one came forward to respond.

Sherlock covered his mouth, turned his head to Jian Yue and muttered: "This is not a murder case in a secret room, idiot."

Jian Yue said: "Actually, they are somewhat similar."

Mr. Curly raised his eyebrows, and retorted in a low voice: "There is a big difference. The real secret room murder does not require such a lot of trouble."

No one answered the inspector's question. Lestrade frowned, looked at a group of doctors in white coats behind him, and asked again: "Who is the doctor in charge of this patient? It stands to reason that he, as a vegetable, has not been able to wake up." Is it possible?"

The attending doctor came out among his colleagues, showing an embarrassed look, and said unsurely: "This...was not unprecedented for a vegetable person to wake up..."

"Then are you going to tell me that he woke up, pressed the alarm button, and then died?" Lestrade interrupted him, originally wanting to refute the attending doctor, but for some reason, the content of the words It's even a little self-explanatory.

He was a little embarrassed, "...Could it be some other emergency? Is the patient's family member here? Find the patient's family member and ask him to agree to the autopsy. And Jasmine, ask Jasmine to come and stand by."

Seeing that the detective was busy, all the patients and doctors didn't know why, and they always tended to die suddenly of this patient. After all, he didn't have a few years to live.

Jian Yue said softly: "What is the cause of death?"

"Both the infusion tube and the oxygen tube were pinched, watching him die slowly." Sherlock pressed his hat, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "I didn't notice the strangeness in the room at all, and I drew conclusions based on the inertia of thinking. way of doing."

The station is not close, so I can only hear one or two fragments of vocabulary pronunciation, but the arrogant and sarcastic tone is familiar to Lestrade, and the criminal consultant laughs at them and despises them in various ways It's not a day or two. Of course, excellent detectives are not always convinced.

"..." Lestrade suddenly turned his head, stared at Sherlock precisely, and asked, "Does this gentleman have any clues to tell us? Or, can you tell us first, it's time, you come to the hospital What?"

The onlookers were distracted and looked at the tall man in the windbreaker curiously.

Sherlock didn't care, put his arms around Jian Yue's shoulders, and said in a calm tone, "I'm here to visit my roommate who is seriously ill, and I'll see how you handle the case. According to this trend, I think the case will be closed soon, Inspector .”

The sarcastic taste of innate indifference.

Jian Yue was a little funny.

"You!" Lestrade glared at him, but after so many years of being poisoned, his patience has also been cultivated. He took a deep breath, waved his hand, pretended to be angry, and looked very dignified, "You two and I'll come here together, I suspect that you have also entered this ward."

He said, calling Sherlock into the ward.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows at Jian Yue unsurprisingly, "They all followed, let's go together? You don't have any dislike for dead people, do you?"

What aspect of him made the detective realize this?

Jian Yue raised his eyes slightly, maybe he was too calm.

Sherlock invited his roommate to participate, and Lestrade was also a little surprised, his eyes turned frequently on Jian Yue, guessing that the relationship between this gentleman and Sherlock should be extraordinary... "Mr. Jane, I heard that you are very good at tracking traces." My experience, I missed it last time, how about helping me to see it this time?"

"Sherlock was joking." Jian Yue denied it lightly, but followed him into the ward. After all, this is the scene of a murder.

——The live broadcast room is already waiting for food for this scene.

[Wow, cool, point at my curly expression! ]

[My male god is so powerful in the thinking palace, he is also unstoppable in the real world. ]

[Hoohoo, they spoke too fast before, and my listening ability can't keep up, please help me translate! ]

The inspectors in the ward are no strangers to Sherlock, but because of this, many of them have a strange and repelling look. After all, this is their specialty, but there is always an outsider pointing fingers, letting go of Sherlock. No one will have a good face.

As soon as Sherlock entered the ward, his sharp eyes glanced around quickly, then stood in front of the bed, looked at the pale dead man, and said a digression without sympathy, "The cleaning is quite clean. "

The detectives don't know why.

Lestrade was indeed slightly startled by the side, and immediately thought of something, "You said this place has been cleaned?"

"Of course." Sherlock said casually, "The smell of the disinfectant is very fresh, it seems..." He didn't finish his words, a little deliberately trying to whet Lestrade's appetite.

To deal with this kind of arrogant and high-IQ genius, in the other party's professional field, he must be complimented and affirmed. Mr. Inspector is also very clear, although most of the time he can't save face.

Les Thunder turned his back, touched his face, exhaled deeply, then turned his head and said quickly without hesitation: "You must have found clues that we don't know, Sherlock, if this is really a The nature of the homicide is very bad, and I implore your help."

Break through.

A smile flashed in Sherlock's eyes.

While Mr. Detective was dealing with Mr. Detective, Jian Yue stood at the door and glanced at a wall that was also arranged in that ward.

This is a TV wall, and the decoration cost is not low. Ordinary people must not have imagined that there is a secret passage behind it that is convenient for murderers. It is also surprising. This hospital has been open for more than [-] years, but no one has noticed it. To the strange.

With Jian Yue's observation ability, he quickly mastered the trick of opening this secret passage. There is a button similar to receiving infrared rays, which is clearly a high-tech fingerprint unlock button.

In order to satisfy his own killing pleasure, he really made a big deal.

Jian Yue turned her head again, and her eyes lingered on the pot of evergreen placed in this ward. The tender green leaves on the side stems and the few drops of dark red blood were easily overlooked.

There is also a colorless liquid dripping on the floor.

The dent in the wallpaper that Sherlock should have smashed with something.

as well as……

After negotiating with Lestrade, Sherlock happily ordered the detective who was investigating the scene to give up the job of looking for fingerprints and follow him, finding some wool fibers on the ground and the infusion tube on the hospital bed where the deceased was pinched and tightened vigorously, and Blood dripping on potted plants, etc.

The place he was looking for was almost the same as what Jian Yue saw.

However, Sherlock also found the half-stepped shoe print on a puddle of unknown liquid under the bed.

The detective hooked his lips, "Thank you, but your weak body prevents you from exerting your full strength, so you refused to bend down to take a closer look."

Jian Yue: "..."

After collecting all the traces, the Scottish forensic doctor Jasmine also arrived in time. She put on a white coat in a hurry, and rushed to Mr. Detective without caring about anyone, and asked expectantly: "Sherlock, Is there anything I can do for you?"

Sherlock glanced at her, "Autopsy, test the DNA of the blood."

Even if it was the first time they met, Jian Yue could see that this forensic doctor had a different attitude towards Sherlock, but this detective with high IQ and low EQ just turned a blind eye, and after ordering the poor little girl, Walk over to the TV wall.

Touching the TV wall, Detective Curly breathed a sigh of relief, shrugged, and suddenly said: "If the DNA is detected to be me, these stupid goldfish may cause trouble for me, do me a favor, let's not talk about the secret channel for now , keep me useful."

Jian Yue nodded slightly, the current Sherlock doesn't have the terrifying reputation as in the original book, but it makes it easier for him to operate.

Leaning against the wall, Sherlock took out a candy from his pocket, handed it to Jian Yue, and asked curiously, "Just trust me like that, don't be afraid that I'm making something up, maybe the murderer is me."

"..." Jian Yue looked at him, the other's slightly curly soft hair stuck to the sides of his cheeks, a pair of bright and deep eyes full of curiosity, and a smart head that was incompatible with this world.

"A few hours ago, I was also in a vegetable state."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes, but felt that what Jian Yue really wanted to say was not this sentence, his eyes showed his trust in himself a step earlier than his words.

Even in body language, she unconsciously protected him.

——Really not from Mycroft?

No, Mycroft can't subdue such people, they still come from the East.

Jian Yue noticed that Sherlock looked at him and fell into a kind of profound contemplation again, his back suddenly turned cold, and asked quickly: "What are you going to do now?"

"Don't worry, let me think about it." Sherlock lowered his head, what is he going to do, this game is obviously that he is in the open, and the other party is in the dark.

Suddenly, Detective Curly turned his head, and there was a group of people rushing over outside the ward. They were the chairman and management of the hospital.

The chairman in a suit and leather shoes stood at the front. As soon as he stepped into the ward, his pupils shrank, and he met Sherlock's eyes. Light.

Sherlock: "..."

People are ugly and make troubles, but they want to go to heaven even if they are short?

Mr. Inspector, who didn't know the inside story, went up to introduce the chairman, "Hello, I am Inspector Lestrade... This Mr. Holmes is a crime consultant hired by my Scotland Yard."

The other party's expression immediately subsided, and he responded politely, and even belittled Sherlock, "I don't seem to have heard the name of Mr. Holmes? Criminal consultant, is it a bit far-fetched?"

Sherlock pursed his lips and smiled nonchalantly, "Mr. Chairman, I'm curious about this bizarre murder in a secret room, what do you think?"

The curly-haired detective was tall enough for him to be condescending, lowered his voice, and said meaningfully, "Do you think someone really murdered this patient, or was it just a sudden sudden death caused by some acute illness?"

The blue veins on the chairman's forehead twitched slightly, but he managed to calm down and acted calmly. He looked at Sherlock and replied naturally: "I don't think it was a sudden sudden death."

He paused, deliberately showing sadness.

"This patient has been treated in our hospital for nearly ten years. Not to mention he is awake, at least he is in a stable condition. I believe he has no chance of losing his life under the care and care of our elite team, so the only possible explanation is murder. "

Sherlock paused slightly, slightly surprised.

The chairman, who is not inferior in momentum, turned his head to look at the inspector: "Aside from this kind of thing, I only hope that the government department can give us and the patient's family a result as soon as possible, and all the staff in the hospital will fully cooperate."

After he finished speaking, he ignored Sherlock, ignored the curly-haired detective as a small role, turned around and led his management to the media, patients, and began to make an official response outside the corridor.

This performance can be called an excellent crime.

High IQ criminals.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes, couldn't hold back the restlessness of his blood, he even wanted to go back and get some high-pitched pills right now.

Patience, the curly-haired detective looked at another object that kept him excited, and asked in a tone that was almost self-deprecating: "Do you still think I can defeat him?"

Jian Yue looked away, calmly: "Because of that blood, I believe he will be able to send you to prison."

There was a huge difference in attitudes before and after, and before Sherlock could react, he suddenly said with a gentle smile: "But if it is Mr. Holmes, even if he goes to prison, he can bring the real criminals to justice."

Sherlock stuck.

Jian Yue patted the curly-haired detective on the shoulder, and smoothed out his sweaty curly hair, "Don't get too excited, Sherlock, the end of losing your mind is putting yourself in danger, but as you My roommate, I'm in the ward downstairs, during the investigation, you can come to me anytime if you have anything to do."

Since it is a criminal.

If it came to a critical moment, he would be able to shoot much faster than John who hesitated to shoot.

Mr. Curly blinked his eyes, and the fingertips of the other party made his skin heat up unconsciously. This is not surprising. He has lived alone for many years and avoided crowds. He does have mild skin hunger.

Sherlock has always ignored Jian Yue's exhortations, but this oriental man seems to have an innate affinity, even he can't help but be poured into his mind under the gentle gaze of the other party.

brainwashing……

This kind of exposed character is too easy to paralyze people, Jian Yue is obviously a completely different type from him.

Little did he know that Jian Yue was also amused.

A high-intelligence anti-social detective who only enjoys danger, chases danger, and seeks excitement. He is just like Jian Yue Hei, with a bad temper carved out of his mold.

Just now, Jian Yue Hei couldn't help but want to yell at the other party. If it wasn't for lack of energy, the two of them would probably trigger a dangerous wrestling.

Two hours later, the investigation work on the scene was almost over, leaving the detective on duty, and the other detectives had to go back to Scotland Yard, and the medical examiner Jasmine had already gone back with the corpse.

In order to see the test results at the first time, Sherlock also followed. As for Jian Yue, as soon as he got up from the sick bed, Curly Detective managed to be reasonable and did not continue to encourage this roommate to stay up all night with him .

Jian Yue is very grateful.

He is Detective Sherlock Holmes after all.

Sherlock is the kind of person who can make people worry at all times, but also the kind of genius who can give people trust and trust. Jian Yue has no doubts about his ability to handle cases. It can be said that he and the audience in the live broadcast room The trust in Sherlock has almost exceeded Sherlock's own self-confidence.

So in the next few days, Jian Yue only occasionally listened to Mrs. Hudson complaining about Sherlock not being home at night during lunch and dinner, or discussed the location of the bakery or the latest movie with the visiting Lyon. The plot, at most, is that when an agent from Scotland Yard came over, he brought him a message from the Mr. Detective.

The progress of the case was low-key and cryptic. Even the media couldn't help but suspect that Scotland Yard was a group of incompetent agents who could not guarantee the legal security of Everbright citizens.

But in fact, those who were not involved in the case had no idea of ​​how exciting the case was.

On the night of the case, after the blood test report was issued, Sherlock was listed as a suspect, locked in the detention room of Scotland Yard, and spent nearly 24 hours of isolation, interrogation, and investigation.

Although Sherlock couldn't find an absolute flaw because of Sherlock's own rhetoric, on the third day, even Lestrade couldn't stop the internal team from convicting Sherlock.

Jasmine who knew about it almost went crazy.

Sherlock used various 'tricks' to command her around, including letting her hide from the people around him, including deliberately listing the factors of death due to violence in the autopsy report, and almost having no way to commit crimes, and she will be brought to court immediately , for trial.

Among them, the appearance rate of the chairman is not low.

Mr. Detective got along with the other party several times and showed superb acting skills. Later, when he asked to meet with the patient's family, he deliberately used bad words to make the patient's family punch him hard.

Later, when only the murderer, the chairman and Sherlock were left, this curly-haired Mr. with a fresh mind, who was also an actor, wrestled with the chairman.

——It was actually defeated by the opponent.

Sherlock: ...as if the injury wasn't bad enough.

Going out of the corner, Sherlock 'stepped in the air' and fell down the stairs. He was spared by the police and was admitted to the hospital in a 'coma' state.

It was also at this time that Jasmine, who was actually covered in her bones and just did some auxiliary work ignorantly, couldn't bear it. She thought about people who could help Sherlock, and finally found Jian Yue, who was her roommate, and told her All the inside story.

"He's in the ward next to yours! I'm so worried, I believe him, but the murderer, what will happen, what should I do?" Jasmine said incoherently.

It's amazing.

Jian Yue: ...

Isn't Sherlock too excited to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger?

"Don't worry, Jasmine." Jian Yue comforted the little girl whose heart rate had been taken off by her sweetheart, and said softly, "Tonight, I will go over and watch over him, he will be fine."

"Yeah." Jasmine nodded desperately, "I know that Sherlock believes in you the most. He said that when he makes the final choice, as long as he is next to your ward, he will be safe and sound." thing."

Totally cheated, the little girl.

Jian Yue believes that Sherlock can make these arrangements, and the so-called 'coma' can be imagined, but he still decides to follow Mr. Detective's script and smiles, "Okay, you also have to believe in Sherlock's Judgment, go back, I will go and watch him now."

"That's good, there's no need to be so anxious." Jasmine exhaled deeply, and babbled: "But Jim told me just now that Sherlock's injuries are too serious, and he needs to be injected with a potion that can put him into a deep sleep. It is good for recovery, so he must have slept for 8 hours now, unconscious..."

Is this really a joke?

Jian Yue couldn't help but raise his hand, touched his eyelids, to cover up the dumb emotions in his eyes, did this detective make it this far?Did you avoid this life-killing potion?Really, unexpectedly.