live with conscience

Although Sherlock tried his best to deny it under Watson's suspicious eyes, the slap in the face came too quickly.

Mrs. Hudson followed Watson's footsteps and came from behind Watson: "Where is Lin Lan, the detective is already downstairs, didn't I ask you to inform Lin Lan, Doctor Watson!"

Watson looked at Sherlock, and Sherlock opened his mouth at the closed door and then shut up without speaking.

Mrs. Hudson did not stop, walked to the door, pressed the doorbell twice with her thumb, symbolically notified the people in the room, and pressed the doorknob. After the electronic sound sounded, the door opened. He said: "Girls, I'm sorry to excuse you, Inspector Lestrade is on the second floor, and you have closed the stairs to the attic again! I have to make a big circle."

As the door opened and the curtains drew back, Watson finally saw his little angel Rosamund, completely ignoring Mrs. Hudson's naturally lowered voice.

In sight, Rosamund was wrapped in a big coat and fell asleep next to the big cloth bear on the bed. She was covered with a quilt next to her, with ponytail and long hair leaking out. You don't need to think about who it is.

Judging from the conversation just now, Lin Lan seems to need sleep quite a bit.

Sherlock did something that he himself found unbelievable.

When Watson was about to step into the room, he closed the door first, and blocked him tightly.

Watson was angry: "Sherlock, what are you doing?!"

Sherlock explained seriously (far-fetched): "She's asleep!...Lin Lan is already very tired trying to coax Rosamund, and...Mr. Watson...that's the ladies' room!"

The last sentence, although weird, but Sherlock felt confident (guilty and short of breath): "Since the ladies respect our privacy so much, we can't step into their private space first, right, Watson."

Watson: ...

It makes sense, but I still find it weird.

By the time Watson came to his senses, they were already in the small living room on the second floor. Watson was holding his sleeping daughter wrapped in a women's coat, and he still couldn't recover from Sherlock's weird behavior. .

"The decoration of the new house is good, ma'am, it makes me feel much better!" Inspector Lestrade handed over a bouquet of flowers: "Lin Lan, long time no see, good afternoon, I hope I didn't disturb you!"

Lin Lan took the flowers with a smile: "Thank you, Inspector Lestrade, nice to meet you."

Sherlock seemed to be insane: "Detective... Flower! So you actually know that you need to bring a gift when you come to the door!"

The detective didn't bother to pay attention to Sherlock at all, and was still polite to Lin Lan: "I'm relieved to see that you are well, thank you for your thoughtful lunch and dinner in the past two months. We still need to express our gratitude. But sorry, I still need to routinely ask you about an intentional murder that our police are investigating!"

"It's okay, I can answer any questions you have." Lin Lan invited the inspector to sit down and handed him coffee and dessert: "If it's about the four female victims, I've already told Sherlock, It was just a meeting more than ten years ago."

Inspector Lestrade took a sip of the fragrant coffee in satisfaction: "Sure enough, Baker Street with a hostess makes people feel much more caring! We have already found out about this. You met at a charity event. After that, As soon as the four victims hit it off, they went to a nearby bar to have a night out. There was a conflict with the suspect’s son William Washington in the bar. Together, the four pushed him down from the second floor of the bar, causing him serious injuries. "

The inspector paused and expressed his opinion: "Of course, that William is not a good thing, but because at that time the old Washington, Abdon Washington's company just went bankrupt due to poor management, so after the son was sent to the hospital, After applying for charitable donations for surgery was rejected, he gave up his son's treatment with high data fees, which led to his son's death."

Lin Lan fell into silence: "... I seem to have an impression of these two names! Let me think about it..."

Inspector Lestrade reminded: "It is said that the application he submitted at that time was rejected by you!"

Lin Lan suddenly realized: "You said that, I remembered it!" Turning to Sherlock: "Sherlock, can you lend me your notebook?"

Sherlock took out his usual notebook from the bottom of the drawer, turned it on and handed it over, only to realize what he had done.

Watson looked at Sherlock almost with scrutiny!

Because from the position of Sherlock to the position of Lin Lan's sofa, he needs at least four footsteps with normal steps!

Is this really the Sherlock he knew, who was too lazy to pick up the phone? !

"Thank you!" Lin Lan didn't care about the weird atmosphere between Watson and Sherlock, and quickly boarded her online disk, downloaded the data she stored, opened it, and handed it to Inspector Lestrade.

"This is his application back then, Abdon Washington of the bankrupt pharmaceutical company, but according to the information I received at the time, although he was bankrupt, he still had a research institute under his name, which was worth enough to pay him All the expenses of my son did not meet the conditions of the charitable donation I set up in the hospital, so I refused. Of course, I also made a suggestion in the reply receipt, willing to quickly take over his research at a price that is [-]% higher than the market price So, it seems to have been rejected."

Detective Lestrade flicked up and down Lin Lan's data disk: "Unbelievable, these years... have you been doing this? Kind girl. Can I make a copy of this?"

"Of course." Lin Lan smiled: "This is my naive playfulness when I was 15 years old. Now there is a special team to deal with it, and I no longer come forward in person. I am very happy to help you."

Detective Lestrade finished copying the information neatly, and quickly drank the coffee in the cup: "I won't bother you anymore, but I'm still sorry that I have to take Sherlock away. Thank you for the coffee."

Lin Lan got up: "You're welcome, and thank you for the flowers, they are very beautiful."

"Sherlock! Let's go." The inspector who walked to the door did not forget to tell: "Abdon Washington's arrest warrant has been issued, but his whereabouts are still a mystery. According to our investigation, he has been missing all these years." I don’t know what he did in that research institute to prevent that lunatic from holding a grudge against you. Several ladies need to pay attention to safety. Although the defense of Baker Street is perfect, I also know that your bodyguards are all nearby, so there is no need We have the protection of the police, but let them be vigilant, and don't let strangers enter the door at will."

Lestrade, who had reached the corner of the stairs, suddenly felt a little weird. Turning his head and looking back, Watson had reluctantly handed Rosamund to Mrs. Hudson and was about to go out.

But Sherlock still looked at Lin Lan with a researching expression.

It was very strange to Inspector Lestrade and Watson.

Lin Lan frowned: "Anything else? Sherlock?"

The tone of the voice was obviously not very friendly, and it was very different from the gentleness with Inspector Lestrade just now.

"No, good afternoon, goodbye." Sherlock turned around thoughtfully, "The case is more attractive to me."

When they were all gone, Lin Lan put down the expression just now, returned to sleep and took Rosamond back from the landlady's hand in seconds: "Mrs. Hudson, I'll continue my nap. ……Sleepy!"

After finishing speaking, she arched Mrs. Hudson's shoulders coquettishly: "Can I look forward to tonight's dinner first?"

Being interrupted twice during a nap, Lin Lan felt her brain nerves were tense to protest. The only thing she can't live up to in life is sleep. If she doesn't get enough sleep, she will get sick.

"I'm afraid it won't work." The familiar male voice made Lin Lan unceremoniously roll her eyes: "You may have missed your comfortable nap and even your delicious dinner, kind girl."

Sherlock, who went back and forth, leaned against the door frame, held up his mobile phone, and showed a very happy and proud smile: "Because you were named by the devil!"

His mobile phone is a news photo, the background is familiar to anyone in the UK, on ​​the famous Regent Street, the police are under martial law, a homeless man with a beard and crazy eyes is standing on the road shouting with a bomb strapped to his body .

The headline of the news is: False Angels, False Society, I want revenge!

Dr. Crazy confronts police in London neighborhood with highly viral bomb!

Lin Lan: ...

Who am I provoking.

Escorted by a group of bodyguard cars, Lin Lan sat in a police car and stared blankly at Sherlock: "I think I should have the right to refuse to go together."

Watson, who was sitting in the front seat, also condemned: "That's right, Sherlock, this should not be done by a weak lady."

Sherlock smiled maliciously: "But...it just so happens...we just held a grand engagement ceremony...your past information, especially the information about your enthusiasm for public welfare and charity, has made your newly opened shop earn a lot of money because of this reputation. Quite a lot! No need to deny it, I saw the financial statement in your room that was thrown on the floor by little Rosa..."

Watson: ...

What are my daughters doing?

Lin Lan rolled her eyes impatiently.

Seeing that Lin Lan no longer maintained that dignified and ladylike style, the gloating Sherlock was even happier: "Oh... What's more unfortunate is that my fiancé, I happen to be a public figure in London, England, a detective detective, and we happen to be justice and kindness the incarnation of

Still such a fiancee is more pleasing to the eye.

"Sherlock!" Inspector Lestrade yelled, "Dear Lin Lan, don't listen to his nonsense, believe me, it's just a stopgap measure to invite you to stop those who speak indiscriminately. Remember. Anti-violence and safety is a matter for the police and has nothing to do with you. You just need to stay in the police car under the protection of your bodyguards! Trust me, kind girl."

"Well, I believe that Inspector Lestrade came with you." Lin Lan said: "However, if there is anything that requires my cooperation, I will not refuse it under the premise of ensuring safety."

Lin Lan's answer did not get Sherlock's approval, but was satirized by him "in a low voice": "Hypocrisy..."

Pressing her aching head from lack of sleep, Lin Lan's tone became cold: "Mr. Holmes, although I don't know why you are dissatisfied with me again, so much so that you want to use such childish means to mock and provoke me, But indeed, you are right! It is for you and me to operate... No, because of the reputation I have been operating for so long, if something is urgent, I can still cooperate with the police to help. "

Inspector Lestrade couldn't stand Sherlock anymore: "I promise I don't need it! Lin Lan, this is my dignity as an inspector, and Sherlock, the one sitting next to you is your fiancée, please Watch your attitude and tone!"

Sherlock turned his head and looked out the window without speaking, but Lin Lan, who was resting with his eyes closed, knew that this guy had been observing him through the reflection of the car window.

The scrutinizing gaze was obvious and strong, which made Lin Lan very uncomfortable!

Lin Lan: This fiancé, can I return the product?

While complaining, the car stopped.

Inspector Lestrade opened the window and heard various screams of terror coming from ahead.

"Are you at the scene?" Watson looked at the chaos in front of him: "Didn't you say that the cordon has been pulled to clear the scene?"

Inspector Lestrade: "So what about clearing the venue? There is never a shortage of reporters who are not afraid of death and daring troublemakers in this kind of place. Sherlock, you and Lin Lan stay here, Watson, look at him, Don't make him mess up!"

Watson: "Yes, Inspector."

Looking at the inspector who got out of the car neatly and ran forward, Sherlock who also wanted to get out of the car: ...

Compared with the screams outside the car, the atmosphere inside the car was very quiet.

Watson tried to find a topic: "Lin Lan, are you okay?"

But after asking, she really found out that she was in a bad state.

Lin Lan, who closed her eyes, replied directly: "No, I'm sorry, it's not good at all. I'm having a headache right now. Can you be quiet? Dr. Watson."

Watson: ...

Can't chat anymore.

I had no choice but to stare at the instigator, Sherlock.

When Sherlock saw the tired Lin Lan, a trace of guilt flashed in his heart, but it disappeared quickly: "Is it a transition with the brain? It's just a search of the information more than ten years ago in the brain, so that your Little head overwhelmed? You're not as smart as Mycroft says."

Lin Lan opened her eyes and looked at Sherlock with inexplicable eyes.

Watson didn't understand the situation: "Sherlock, what are you talking about?"

"You remember the materials of the charity meeting more than ten years ago, as well as Abdon Washington, including the seating order of the four deceased at the charity meeting at that time, and when you just opened your network save, in a pile of There was no hesitation or pause at all when searching for Abdon Washington's information in the name of the garbled file, can I reasonably speculate that you are also someone who knows how to use the Memory Palace?"

Having met a neurotic villain like Charles Augustus Magnussen, Sherlock's first reaction to someone with a memory hall was to be wary and suspicious, so he couldn't help but test it immediately.

It was Watson who was surprised: "What! Lin Lan, you also have such a magical memory?"

"Memory Palace?" Lin Lan was inexplicable: "You mean that the commonly used brain capacity is not enough, logical thinking is insufficient, and memory information processing methods that need to be scientifically organized by myself? Don't worry, my brain capacity is still enough, no need!"

Sherlock, who was caught off guard for the first time and was despised for the first time: ...

After realizing it, Watson couldn't help it: "Pfft..."

Really happy.

"What did you say?" Sherlock's voice raised unconsciously, like a cat whose tail has been stepped on.

"I said that I have a photographic memory, and I don't need to use such a boring method of memory organization. Although, my reasoning ability...is a bit slow...and poor. But purely speaking, memory is still very good. I can remember Every book and document I have read, and I have conditioned reflexes for the first time at any time, and there is no need for special sorting."

No wonder the fiancé's usual behavior is weird and he often commits two crimes. It turns out that he "operated" on his brain, memory and thinking.

Having figured it out, Lin Lan nodded understandingly: "It's no wonder that Sherlock, your usual reactions are so disobedient and strange. It turns out that it's because your mind has tampered with your thinking and memory, in order to free up your brain and strengthen your detective career. I didn't expect you to be such a dedicated person, sorry, I have misunderstood you before."

Sherlock: ...I'd rather you keep getting it wrong!

I wanted to refute, but I couldn't find words, and I was so suffocated that I didn't know what to do.

Sherlock was not happy at all, although he was no longer referred to as Mr. Holmes in a strange way.

Sherlock's expression made Watson want to laugh, but he knew that laughing at this time was very unkind, so he could only squeeze his thighs tightly with both hands, trying not to let himself laugh.

Lin Lan made a very sincere suggestion: "Although this memory method was inductively used by some people who thought they were smart before there was no information technology, I don't agree with it. Make the brain's thinking like a computer hard disk, or It would be more practical to just get a portable computer, but you also gave me inspiration, I might be able to build a brain, it’s called the Thinking Palace Optical Brain Project! I have developed a computer that can collect all the information I have seen and heard. Kind of computer!"

Lin Lan, who became more and more excited as she talked, gave Sherlock a rare sincere smile: "Thank you for giving me inspiration, Sherlock. When the research is successful and it goes into production, I will give you shares!"

For the first time, Sherlock felt choked and speechless: ...

In the past, he was the one who did this, and others were the ones who choked. Sherlock finally understood why those people always seemed to beat him up.

Watson, who couldn't help but lie on the car window shaking: I have to hold back, I can't laugh!

Lin Lan, who has softened her attitude, is still easy to get along with: "I'm just too excited to chat with Jasmine recently, and I also take care of little Rosa who is upside down day and night, so I just lack of sleep. Don't worry, there is nothing serious. Thank you for your concern. .”

Lin Lan obviously didn't have much condemnation for such a fiancé (with an abnormal mind), but she persuaded Sherlock and Watson very patiently: "You two, one is a biological father and the other is a godfather. It shouldn't be, little Rosa left her hand for two months, the child's forgetful beating, you really hope that when we meet again, she won't even know you."

After finishing speaking, Lin Lan took out her mobile phone, opened the picture, and put it in Sherlock's hands: "Here for you, I have helped you, take a picture of little Rosa every day! Next time, don't do such absurd things again." thing."

Thinking about it, I still feel that I should express my attitude again: "Mr. Holmes, please rest assured that I will only live in Baker Street for five years. You don't need to treat me as your fiancée, you only need to treat me as...well, friend, you seem to be too No,...then you just treat me as a tenant who needs to see each other for a while, I am sorry for causing misunderstanding between you and Jasmine. Jasmine is a smart and charming girl, you are really a happy person .”

The current fiancée praises the girl who has a crush on her fiancé in front of her fiancé, and agrees and blesses her very much?

Even knowing that the two behind them are just nominal fiancee, it still feels weird.

Watson turned his head and found that Sherlock didn't speak, but frowned, lowered his head and swiped at the phone photo that Lin Lan handed him.

The protagonists in the photos are all little Rosa, eating, sleeping, playing, happy, crying, with all kinds of expressions, Watson's heart is full of tenderness.

but……

The sixth sense of the battlefield told him that at this time, it is better not to grab the phone with Sherlock.

Anyway, Lin Lan is here, just find a chance and ask her to make a copy for him.

Why didn't he think of this idea before, if Mary is still...

The atmosphere in the car fell into silence for a while, but not long after, with the shouts and warnings around, more people were running back and forth.

A group of special personnel in anti-virus suits ran forward, indicating that the situation was more serious.

Watson, who had been keeping an eye on the situation outside, suddenly exclaimed: "Detective! Sherlock,"

Lin Lan watched Sherlock and Watson sprint out of the car, and ran towards the unconscious detective who was being carried on a stretcher, but was stopped by heavily armed policemen in gas masks.

The speed was very fast, but Lin Lan still saw that Lestrade's face and the darkness of the exposed arm were abnormal.

How does this feel like—a biochemical virus? !

He wanted to make a call, only to find that the mobile phone was taken away by the impatient Sherlock.

In desperation, Lin Lan had no choice but to get out of the car and walk over.

Unlike Sherlock and the other two, she brought enough bodyguards. As soon as she got out of the car, a dozen tall bodyguards in suits and sunglasses appeared around her.

"What are you doing when you get out of the car!" Sherlock, who was not sure about the inspector's situation, saw Lin Lan behind him, and his first reaction was furious: "Go back to the car and stay there! Those who are weak must be self-conscious, miss!"

Lin Lan smiled: "Give me back my phone, and I'll go back!"

Sherlock, who was still holding Lin Lan's mobile phone, calmed down, and found that he lost control of his emotions in front of her again. He stared at Lin Lan's innocent eyes for two seconds, and handed over the mobile phone.

Lin Lan stretched out her hand, ready to take it——

"Oh... oh my god... zi zi zi" came the roar of a horn from the front of the accident: "I have finally waited for you, the legendary angel, Alice Edward. You know I think about it every day and every night How can I get revenge on hypocritical social scum like you... Hahaha..."

Lin Lan's hands trembled when she heard the name, and the phone fell to the ground.

Not being scared, but a normal physiological disgust reaction.

Sherlock: It seems that she really doesn't like being called Alice...