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The white mist made the air thin in this secret passage. It seems that the murderer deliberately closed the vent during design. In this way, the most likely way of death for the people trapped here is not death by drugs, but suffocation. .

Mo Niang is gone.

Jian Yue didn't delay, and returned in time, turned Mr. Curly Detective on the ground so that he could lie flat, combed his breathing rate, and even touched the muscles of Mr. Detective's body.

Well, sure enough, he is good at exercising.

Sherlock opened his mouth and took a hard breath. After seeing Jian Yue, he at least relaxed a little, "I was under anesthesia, who was that person just now?"

Jian Yue raised his eyebrows, avoiding the serious and light: "It's not an accomplice."

As for the chairman, the moment he approached Sherlock, he was kicked far away by Mr. Detective, his head hit the wall, and he didn't wake up for a long time.

That's right, this is the famous Sherlock Holmes, and it's a characteristic of this type of person to die and reborn.

"Take him."

Sherlock didn't have time to analyze Jian Yue's state just now, after saying this, he became unconscious and closed his eyes.

Mr. Detective should not follow the rules.

Is it to protect your achievements?

Jian Yue blinked, bent down, pulled Sherlock's eyelids away with his hands, and saw that the pupils inside were unconsciously distracted, coupled with Mr. Detective's state of being slaughtered...

——His fingertips couldn't help itching.

Jianyue Bai: Go back and rest, you can't move two people.

At the moment when Moriarty appeared just now, this guy with too strong criminal color aroused Jian Yue Hei's full interest in an instant. In a state of excitement, he did not hesitate to fight for the right to snatch his body.

It just so happened that Jian Yue Bai didn't really want to deal with such a criminal lunatic, so he acquiesced to their opponents.

But if it is Sherlock, Jianyue Hei can't get out of control. The protagonist's relationship is very important, and he really taught him badly. The plot line of the whole map may have some terrible risks.

Looking at the tall and long Sherlock on the ground, and the fat chairman next to him, Jianyue Darkness gritted his teeth, struggled for a while, and finally gave up with regret.

Next time, when Little Curly is conscious, come and play with him again.

The fog had been stagnant for a while, and Jian Yue could hear obvious changes in the breaths of the murderer over there and Sherlock next to him. Without further delay, he immediately hugged Sherlock from his waist and back, and then hugged Sherlock over there. The murderer held it in his hand.

This familiar posture made him quite emotional.

However, this time the time was much tighter. It took less than 5 minutes from the start to leaving the secret passage against the clock. As soon as he came out of the secret passage, there were a lot of people standing in Jian Yue's ward.

It seems that when Mo Niang left, for some reason, she intentionally left the door of the secret room open.

The white mist then dissipated a bit, attracting the attention of the people around.

Jian Yue put down the murderer and put Sherlock on the hospital bed. At this moment, the detective next door also rushed over. Seeing this scene, he rushed over to handcuff Sherlock.

"Wait." Jian Yue stopped them, "He inhaled too much anesthetic gas, call the doctor first." He said, pointing to the chairman, "As for this one, he is the one you really want to arrest. For the specific situation, you should ask your own inspector.”

He believed that Lestrade must have participated in Sherlock's entire plan.

Otherwise, the aftermath will be a big problem for Mr. Detective.

The detectives looked at each other, and one of them, who usually didn't like Sherlock, made a choice first, "We will call the detective. In view of this secret passage, it is indeed necessary to conduct further review."

After that, Jian Yue did not participate in the follow-up of the hospital murder case, but he was specially invited to testify when the chairman of the hospital was about to enter the court for sentencing more than ten days later.

However, as Jian Yue is a foreigner, this testimony is obviously not important.

The real reason he was summoned by the court.

It was the same Mr. detective who had been lying on the hospital bed for three or four days. In order to satisfy his desire for performance, he persuaded the judge. Then he changed his previous tact and spoke sharply, and won the death penalty for the chairman.

——The curly-haired detective was eloquent in court, citing scriptures, pointing and cursing, especially the last procedure, which really opened Jian Yue's eyes.

Afterwards, Sherlock continued to sit on the sofa bored, while reading the newspaper, while deliberately pretending to be cold, "Ha, it's nothing, I often encounter this kind of situation, the so-called independent judgment of the judge is actually the best It is easy to be led by the defending sides..."

As he talked, he pursed his lips and smiled.

Jian Yue put down the black tea in his hand, and asked with a smile: "But it's because of your excellence that you can do this. Let's not talk about it in the past few days. This case has a lot of social involvement, and there are front-page headlines against you in the newspaper." , there should be many customers coming to the door.”

"No, it's still boring."

Sherlock shook the newspaper, sat up straight, and complained sullenly in his characteristic fast and calm tone: "There was a case of murder by the class teacher before. Come out, boring."

He said, threw away the newspaper, stood up, and paced the living room, "There is also a poisoning incident in the concert hall, which was almost classified as a sudden death. Can't a group of goldfish see the purple pronunciation belt of the deceased?! Finally... ..."

Mr. Detective entered his own thinking world again, recalled the state of the past few days, and couldn't help but go crazy, "Anyway, these cases are too boring, too simple, and not fun at all."

Jian Yue looked at Sherlock's rolled elbow for a while longer, and confirmed that the curly-haired man hadn't reached the level of taking drugs to make himself happy, and then nonchalantly suggested: "Why don't you find a new fun?"

"New fun?" Sherlock pouted mockingly, "You mean to be invited to go to the movies on time every day, and to come back every night with a lot of bread slices, ha, this fun, unless I also find a Bakery, old-fashioned boyfriend."

After he finished speaking, he thought for a while and added: "And, I'm not gay."

Jian Yue was stunned for a moment, and almost didn't react to retort: ​​"...Laima is just a friend."

"Friend?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows. "I haven't heard of the degree of friendship that allows a person to spend at least six hours a day with him, or is it a fixed nature?"

Jian Yue frowned, "Well, he is my client."

Sherlock shrugged, bent down, picked up the coffee cup on the table, took a sip, and then said calmly: "If the bite mark on your neck is not so obvious, I will believe your statement."

When Jian Yue's face was blank and his thoughts froze, Detective Curly said again: "You don't have to cover up too much, I'm not interested in this kind of relationship, and a fixed relationship is obviously very good for your narcolepsy." Good thing, your sleep frequency has decreased recently, and the duration has stabilized, yes, keep it up."

Jian Yue really didn't know how to explain it now.

Every morning, he will play "chaser and catch" with the drunkard Jack Slick on the beach in the Caribbean Sea, and in the afternoon he will help Leon build up his confidence in his new life.

Jian Yue was indeed very busy, and Sherlock had never met the two men before, so it was not surprising that such a misunderstanding would occur.

However, he still wanted to try his best to save his definition in this genius thinking palace, "Really, Laima is my good friend and client. He has some psychological barriers and he can't find a better way. As for the neck pain I accidentally pressed it out when I fell asleep."

Sherlock's eyes fixed on him, and for a moment, the expression on the detective's face only expressed one meaning richly.

'Do you think my IQ is below two hundred? '

'Such a lie!Low-level goldfish! '

Jian Yue tried his best to keep himself calm, and smiled at Mr. Detective innocently and gently, stood up, and helped him pick up the coffee cup, "May I make a cup for you, add milk?"

"No, thank you." Sherlock immediately sat down graciously, crossed his legs, and just missed a pipe. At the same time, Mr. Detective took out his mobile phone and flipped through something casually.

This curly hair is really tiring after getting along for a long time.

Jian Yue sighed, after all, his secrets cannot be made up with one or two lies.

Walking into the tea room, I found coffee powder and a coffee machine. After brewing, the rich aroma is refreshing. Add a few cubes of sugar, and the rich and silky color is just right.

After pouring the coffee, Jian Yue looked at the creamer on the window sill. On a whim, not wanting to comply with Mr. Detective's demand, he deliberately added a small packet. With the combination of triple aromas, it was mellow and attractive.

As soon as Sherlock's senses are sharp, he wonders if there is any difference between his tongue and his sense of smell. With his sensitive tongue, whether he can taste it at the first bite.

Just as he was thinking, the sound of outsiders entering the house came from outside.

——It was Lestrade, who brought good news to Sherlock, about a weird serial murder case involving a wide range of challenges.

"Jane, coffee!" Sherlock shouted excitedly while making a preliminary judgment after listening to the description of the case, "I have something to do again, give me coffee quickly, I want to go through with plenty of energy!"

It just so happened that the fact that Mr. Detective was gone would allow him to find the legendary captain again to make sure he didn't get himself into trouble.

Jian Yue took the coffee and hurried out.

Sherlock couldn't wait to put on his coat, took the coffee cup in one hand, put on the hat in the other, and asked, "How about it, what are your plans for later?"

"Sleep." Jian Yue raised his hand, helped Sherlock take off the crooked beret, trimmed the ends of his hair, and put it on again, "Are you coming back for dinner tonight?"

"No... wait, leave it for me, I'll try my best to get back."

After Sherlock finished speaking, he picked up the coffee cup and drank it in one gulp.

then.

He just stood there, smacking his lips while looking at Jian Yue in confusion.

Lestrade, who had been ignored all this time, was also looking at the two of them strangely, "It's quite enviable how you get along, ha, after all, there are many roommates who don't get along right now."

Jian Yue took the coffee cup from Sherlock, "Well, Sherlock is pretty easy to get along with."

"Thank you." Sherlock confirmed the milk that the other party gave him on purpose, and responded with a half-smile: "You know how to take care of people."

Lestrade: "..."

The conversation just now was already misleading. If he hadn’t known that Mrs. Hudson always cooks the meals, and the current conversation and atmosphere are also very misleading, in the end, are these two people just renting together, or living together?