【British and American】My miserable life studying abroad

"Actually..." Lestrade hesitated, "We have captured the man, but he won't talk until he sees you."

"Come on Lestrade," Sherlock said angrily. He called Lestrade's name wrongly on purpose. If he called him right, it was because he was in a good mood. If he called him by his last name, it was random or because he was in a bad mood. Now he was obviously unhappy. "Why did you let a murderer lead you by the nose? He refused to talk, so you called us? Do police officers eat for free?"

After saying that, he hung up the phone. Wei Sheng Ling turned around to look at Sherlock, who had an impatient look on his face, and his eyes met his.

Sherlock turned to look at Watson again, and Watson was also looking at him. The three of them looked at each other, and Sherlock raised his eyebrows. "Why are you looking at me?"

"See why you are in a bad mood." Wei Shengling said frankly.

"I want to see what happens to Greg next." Watson shrugged.

"I'm not angry. I just think this case is boring. Scotland Yard has lowered the IQ of the entire London. Lestrade is being led by the nose, which is annoying."

"After all, the IQ of police stations in other places is lower than that of Scotland Yard. Talking to them is like communicating with animals across species... Or do you also want to go to Scotland Yard to watch the joke?"

There was a sudden silence inside the taxi.

"puff."

They looked at each other again and couldn't help laughing out loud. This laughter came out of nowhere and they couldn't control it for a moment.

"Then let's go?" Wei Shengling's black eyes were filled with smiles, looking very gentle.

"Turn around and go back to Scotland Yard." Sherlock said bluntly, even though he had just refuted Lestrade's words.

The driver changed direction obediently, and it was obvious that he was Mycroft's man.

Lestrade walked to the door to get some fresh air, looking at the taxi that stopped and the three people who got out, with a look of astonishment, "Sherlock, John, Suki. Didn't you say you couldn't come just now?"

"I'm just criticizing you for being led by a murderer by the nose. You believe whatever he says, but he didn't say we won't come."

Sherlock walked forward, the wind blowing up the hem of his windbreaker, making him look very imposing.

In the interrogation room was a man with messy hair but clean and handsome appearance. He raised his head and seemed to see the person on the other side of the glass through the one-way glass.

Just looking at his appearance, you can't tell that he is a serial killer who killed six people, but as soon as you look into his eyes, you will be scared by the madness and neurosis in them.

"He's not mentally stable." Lestrade stood aside, worried.

"Let's go in. Didn't he say he would speak only when he saw us? I want to see what he wants to say."

Sherlock said, and Lestrade let three people in. As soon as they came in, the murderer's eyes fell on Sherlock in the middle.

"Sherlock Holmes," he murmured in a hoarse voice, "everyone said you might have died out there, and that's why you haven't come back for so long."

Because of this, London was more chaotic during this period.

"You committed such a flawed and completely meaningless case just because I was not in London?" Sherlock picked up the information on the table. "Henry Barbour."

"Also, even if you die, I won't die. I don't fight alone. I have to rely on deception like you to have someone with me."

He snorted and looked at Henry inside.

"About thirty years old, right-handed, good at chemistry and planting. There is dirt in the cracks of your fingernails, and the pads of your fingers have the color left by long-term contact with chemicals. But you are not strong enough to easily kill a healthy adult."

Among the six people killed were men, women, young and old, and the man was quite strong.

"The most powerful part of a person is his brain, not his limbs, isn't it?" Henry said. "The biggest difference between humans and animals is their brains."

"I think it's because people can make and use tools." Watson muttered, and Wei Shengling nodded in agreement. "Besides, under absolute power, the use of wisdom will be extremely limited."

"What do you know!" Henry suddenly started to go crazy.

"My subsidy is not enough. What can I buy with that money? I will lose it all in one go... I can't pay it back, so I ended up living on the street. I met Ada, who is so beautiful and noble, but also so kind..."

He was completely lost in his own world.

Ada was the first victim, the woman who died among the purple tulips.

"It seems that he has become addicted to gambling," Wei Shengling covered his lips with his fingers, "He is obviously well-educated and can use his knowledge to make money."

"The money comes too slowly, how can he wait?" Sherlock sneered, "It's better to kill people to make money quickly, he has more patience to cultivate flowers."

"Strange logic," Watson concluded.

"...Ada said I was like an artist and she was willing to support and train me. She discovered my knowledge..." Henry's expression was intoxicated.

"I don't see how he looks like an artist. I just see that he is very neurotic." Wei Shengling complained.

However, the murderer inside has become trapped in his own world.

“Ida was my first work of art. I still remember the scene of her lying in the sea of purple tulips.”

That white-collar worker...Okay, I'll sponsor you to become an artist, and you'll make her your first work, right?

"Daniel was the second one. Although he looked difficult to deal with, he was actually very considerate. We fell in love very quickly. I didn't like being restrained, so I stayed as a homeless person on the street. We kissed in a remote and deserted place..."

No, what the hell, I know there are a lot of gays in the UK, and you're even called a gay country, but this is too much. What the hell is this, my ears!

"He is a lawyer. He was very confused after learning about what I had done before. He finally decided to arrest me. When he was hesitant, I took the initiative. I kidnapped him to a place and pretended to rescue him. Sure enough, he began to waver. I decided to pretend that he didn't know what happened before. He was defenseless in his sleep and became my second work of art."

This is the white daisy.

"Selena is a student. She is too young and easily attracted to me. Similarly, she has a fatal attraction to me. I repeated what I did to Daniel, kidnapping her and then acting as a savior. In the midst of danger, she fell in love with me and was willing to become the third work of art."

That bright-looking woman with big waves in the red poppy is a student???

"Kelsey is older than me. She has seen a lot of things and is more gentle and tolerant than the average person. I am addicted to this tolerance..."

Blue Forget-Me-Not, restaurant owner, over fifty years old.

Dude, you have a really strong taste.

"Pink Rose Cindy, I fell in love with her uncontrollably, but she wanted to leave me..."

The nurse in Pink Rose is also the kind of flower that Sherlock didn't explain before. The meaning of both pink and rose is easy to guess, so there is no need to explain.

"The last one is Emily. Everyone says she is aloof and difficult to get along with. But I am the only one who knows that she is a lively and cheerful girl. She helped me once a long time ago. She is my light..."

Wei Sheng Ling turned and left.

For the sake of my ears, it would be better to leave here as soon as possible.

I would pay a lot for a pair of ears that have not heard these words.