【British and American】My miserable life studying abroad

Watson was typing on the computer, Sherlock was immersed in playing the violin, and Wei Shengling was reviewing his homework. The three of them were doing their own things, and everything was so harmonious and beautiful.

Detective Greg Lestrade, who came to the outside of 221B, breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the melodious piano music coming from the house. It seemed that Sherlock was in a good mood.

I knocked on the door and it was Mrs. Hudson who opened it. She was also in a good mood.

"Good afternoon Mrs. Hudson, you seem to be in a good mood today." Lestrade greeted.

"Yes, Sherlock has brought a new friend back to 221B." Mrs. Hudson made way. "Are you looking for Sherlock? Come on up."

Sherlock, new friend?

Is there anyone besides John who can stand him?

Lestrade was very surprised. He walked quickly upstairs and saw three people in a harmonious atmosphere in the living room on the second floor.

The only new face was that girl? Could she be someone Sherlock liked? He couldn't help but gossip.

No, that shouldn't be the case. He felt that Sherlock was not interested in women... He was not interested in humans at all.

Lestrade was certain of one thing.

That is, this girl must have a good temper. Only people with a good temper can tolerate Sherlock's character.

Wei Shengling discovered Lestrade's footsteps when they appeared in 221B. She heard Mrs. Hudson talking to him. Oh, it was someone she knew. That was all right.

Continue to brush your brain.

When the person came up, she felt a curious gaze falling on her, without any malice.

"Sherlock, you're finally back." Lestrade said. Although Sherlock's personality was annoying, his wisdom was unquestionable.

The violin music stopped abruptly, and Sherlock turned around and looked at him. "Oh, Grace, you couldn't wait to come to me. It seems that Scotland Yard has encountered another case that cannot be solved."

"It's Greg..." Lestrade was embarrassed.

When will this person remember his own name?

"It's a good opportunity," Sherlock thought for a moment, and stood up from the sofa, putting the violin on the sofa. He strode to Wei Sheng Ling and said, "Maybe I should take you to experience the daily life in London, Ling."

"London...daily life?" She said with a smile, "Isn't that your daily life?"

From yesterday on, he could no longer change the way he addressed himself.

"Correct, very accurate." Watson closed the computer and turned around. "Daily life in London is not like this. Most people lead ordinary and leisurely lives. Sherlock's daily life is rare."

"So, Greg, what cases are there at Scotland Yard?" Watson also missed the days of solving cases.

Wei Shengling was also very curious. She used to watch people solve cases in TV dramas. Before, BAU asked her for help with force, and she didn't feel much involved in solving the case. Now she is solving the case up close and immersed in it, and she is a little excited.

"The first victim appeared half a month ago," Lestrade found a chair and sat down. "She was a beautiful woman. Her body was in a very peaceful position, with no signs of struggle or pain. It was as if she had died of natural causes. Her hands were placed on her abdomen, holding a purple tulip. What was quite surprising was that she was surrounded by purple tulips, just like a funeral."

"You classified this as suicide." Sherlock knew the morals of Scotland Yard very well. Lestrade smiled awkwardly. "A carefully prepared scene, a calm face and even a smile, exquisite makeup, decent clothes... It's normal to classify it as suicide, right?"

Makes sense, but not much.

"What about the other victims?" At this point, Sherlock still couldn't get interested.

"Yes, that's right. What made us realize that something was wrong was the following victims who died in the sea of flowers in the same way." Lestrade became serious. "The victims included men, women, young and old. We can't find any pattern among them because these people have no intersection at all and no similarities."

"There have been five victims in the past two weeks, and the pressure on Scotland Yard is quite high."

"Because there aren't many places that can supply so many flowers, we checked all the flower shops and nearby farms. These places have ordered a small amount of flowers, which can be matched with the flowers at several crime scenes, but the quantity is too small. Each place only ordered a few flowers, and only four or five shops were ordered at a time, just like a formality. The flowers ordered by these flower shops combined are not as many as the crime scenes."

"Hmm?" Sherlock became interested. "What was the cause of death of these people?"

“Lethal injection.”

"Without exception?"

"Without exception."

The so-called lethal injection is to use drugs to anesthetize the body, relax the muscles, and finally use cyanide to stop the heart.

The whole process was painless and quick.

"We also looked for places that sell drugs used in lethal injections, but found nothing."

After going around in circles and finding no clues, Lestrade was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, running around in circles.

He wanted to ask Sherlock for help, but was told that he and Watson had gone to the United States in February, reportedly to handle a large transnational religious case.

It's almost May now. What kind of case can take Sherlock Holmes nearly two months to deal with!

In fact, Sherlock and Watson arrived in the United States and first celebrated the Spring Festival with Wei Shengling and the Avengers. Later, they went to Quantico and BAU to solve a religious case within a few days. Since it was still early for Wei Shengling to break at that time, they helped BAU solve other cases and saved many family members and loved ones of BAU members.

Finally, in late March, Wei Shengling had his day off, and the three of them immediately set out to sweep across Europe without stopping.

Lestrade was left waiting anxiously at Scotland Yard.

Thinking of this scene, Wei Shengling felt that his laughter threshold was very low and he almost laughed out loud.

"Information, photos of the scene, forensic test results..."

"It's all here." Lestrade put down the document bag he had been holding. "I brought it."

Oh no, I was prepared.

There was a thick stack of information in the file bag. She reached out and squeezed it gently. It was thicker than she had imagined, solid. She thought there was something holding it up so it looked very thick.

Unexpectedly, there was such a big surprise as soon as he came back. Sherlock was visibly excited. He took out the information and read ten lines at a glance. Wei Shengling picked up one of the photos. A beautiful woman with long wavy chestnut hair was lying quietly in the sea of flowers with a peaceful expression.

What are these flowers? Let me scan them.