[Comprehensive] The correct strategy of Xueba

It's a pity that Wei Yang was clever once in a while, but he never came in handy.Since Moriarty's attention seemed to be diverted abroad, there was no new news for a long time.No new news is a general reference, and the specific performance is that Wei Yang waited almost impatiently, almost shouting like Sherlock where the criminals have gone.By the way, the walls of 221B's living room took another round of bullets, and the landlady added a few more bills to Sherlock's rent.

This long stretch of time spans directly from summer to winter, and Christmas is here. In 221B, all kinds of experimental equipment and items that were piled up on the dining table and refrigerator disappeared for a while, and replaced them with rich and delicious food; the materials that were thrown everywhere were also put away, so the living room looked several times more spacious than before.

This Christmas Eve party was much more lively than the previous one.Molly was still invited, as was Lestrade; so was the doctor, of course, and he called his new girlfriend, Janet.Wei Yang and the landlady's wife are even more regular repertoires, including Sherlock, there are seven of them.

"It's a rare opportunity." Wei Yang said while holding his cherry sherry.Thanks to the original owner for leaving him with a physique that is not drunk after a thousand cups. Although he drank a lot, his mind is still very clear. "We haven't been together like this for a long time, don't you think, Inspector?"

Lestrade leaned against the kitchen door and raised his glass to him upon hearing this. "You always surprise me, Yang," he said, speaking a little more slowly than usual because of the alcohol. "I always thought you poured just one glass."

"Just with this kind of sparkling wine?" Wei Yang couldn't help but laugh. "Whiskey without water may still have some hope." Maybe he should let Lestrade try the old Baigan of the big food empire, that's called the top strength!

Janet looked at him with interest. "Can all Chinese people drink like this?" Normal people don't have much resistance to beautiful things, not to mention Wei Yang is good-looking, rich and has no temper.

"No. One depends on heredity, and the other depends on practice." Wei Yang replied smoothly.Then he accidentally caught a glimpse of the military doctor's disapproving look, and quickly added: "Of course alcohol is better in moderation." John's sister Halle recently made up her mind to quit drinking. This was the first time in her life. John was happy about that, he better not throw cold water on it.

Sherlock was still sitting at the table facing the computer, and snorted softly upon hearing this. "Always make myself popular, should I learn from you?"

His words were only heard by Mrs. Hudson and Wei Yang who were close to him.The former immediately gave him a look of disapproval, but Wei Yang paused, then stood up and walked to the table. "This is the fourth time tonight." He sat up sideways, pressed the hand holding the wine glass on one shoulder of Sherlock, and lowered his body at the same time, "Should I be glad that I have finally become your new target?"

The laptop was pushed aside by the gesture, but Sherlock didn't comment on it. "You also know what you've been doing all night?" He quickly glanced out of the corner of his eye at other people who were looking at them intentionally or unintentionally, "If you also try to start making me cute, or Don't waste your energy."

"Although I admit that this is indeed a big project, I don't mean that." Wei Yang replied in a low voice. "Chinese people celebrate Chinese New Year, and Christmas is as meaningless to me as you think. I just think that if everyone else thinks it's a necessary celebration, you shouldn't disturb the happy atmosphere."

"Stir?" Sherlock glared at him, rage bubbling from his gray eyes.

Wei Yang nodded. "The first time you want to tell Lestrade that he's staying in London for Christmas because his wife is having an affair; the second time you want to tell Janet that she's John's third girlfriend this year; the third time You want to tell Jasmine that she is heartbroken at not being able to confess to the person she loves." He spread his hands—thinking that Sherlock wouldn't really know that the person he loves is himself—"Of course, I don't think your reasoning is wrong, but You can talk about it another time."

"When you're not there?" Sherlock asked sharply, not as angry as before.

"I mean, at least when I'm not there."

Sherlock snorted again.This is a bit difficult, because so far he has not met the second person who can interrupt him because of anticipating the consequences before he can say something.But since Wei Yang said it so bluntly, he can't pretend that he didn't listen to anything: "Well, even if what you said is true, isn't it almost the same now?" He said while turning his head , frowning and staring at the wine glass close at hand on his shoulder.

Wei Yang smiled at his impatience. "I personally think it's sweet and sour, almost like fruit juice, and it's not bad." He tilted his neck and drank the rest of the liquor, "But you definitely don't touch alcohol, right?"

Sherlock stared at his movements and muttered something like "poison the mind" or something.Then he stood up suddenly, and said in the eyes of everyone: "Yang is a little drunk, I will send him back."

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, and then all showed ambiguous expressions.Not to mention that Wei Yang didn't drink too much at all, so there is no need to send such a small amount of money.

Mrs. Hudson was the first to react, thinking that Sherlock definitely didn't want Wei Yang to continue talking to other people—in other words, Sherlock was a little jealous. "It's time to do this," she winked at the two of them, "You guys go, we have nothing to do with each other." Looking at her expression, it seemed that as soon as Sherlock went out with his front feet, she locked his back feet and let them spend the two-person world together.

"Well, it's about time, we should go too." Both Lestrade and Jasmine bid farewell very sensibly.And John's rolling eyes indicated that he was already considering whether he could keep his girlfriend overnight.

Several people said goodbye at the door of 221B, and then Wei Yang and Sherlock crossed the road together.On Christmas Eve, there were few pedestrians on the street, and the snow was soft and creaked when stepped on.This distracted Wei Yang for a while before he thought of something else: "See, even if they know what you're telling is a lie, they won't expose you at this time. Although it's a lie, it's good intentions."

Sherlock wrinkled his nose. "But I'm not lying. You did drink a lot, but you weren't drunk."

Tsk, just pick words with him!Wei Yang complained. "So? Are you really going to send me back?"

Sherlock nodded of course.

This made Wei Yang have to look at him twice more. "What happened, you deliberately pushed everyone away, right? What are you going to tell me?"

It was a cell phone that came in a box as a Christmas present.Wei Yang hadn't seen it before, but he still accurately identified the key through the yellow characters in the system: "Irene gave it to you." At this moment, he felt neither disgust nor anger, but excitement—the main task you finally came back!

Sherlock was already sitting on the fabric sofa in his apartment, flipping through the diamond-encrusted cell phone. "I thought you hadn't seen this thing."

"Indeed not." Wei Yang admitted. "But I never forgot it."

Sherlock gave him a careful look. "It doesn't seem like you really don't care about those photos."

Wei Yang was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that besides the indecent photos of the princess and the anti-terrorist plan, there were a few things in the phone that had something to do with him. "But why did she bring it to you? Isn't it her life? She's dead?"

"I'll ask Mycroft about that later," Sherlock said indifferently. "If I'm lucky, I'll be able to throw those damn photos in front of him together later—although it's more than half a year late." When it came to the last "half a year", he quite gritted his teeth.Clearly, he's still brooding over his last blunder.

Wei Yang stared at his hand holding the phone, and narrowed his eyes slightly.He thought of what Mycroft had said to him, and his judgment of Eileen's possible actions.Based on her suspicions, it is very likely that this is a well-prepared trap.That also means that Irene is probably not dead, she is just playing a game and giving Sherlock a new puzzle. "You don't need to guess to know the password."

Before he finished speaking, the mobile phone rang an alarm that the password was wrong.Sherlock looked up from the screen to look at him, the expression on his face not very good. "Four digits," he said dryly, "between 'I'm' and 'locked.'"

Look, this is the puzzle, Wei Yang said to himself in his heart.It must not be so easy to guess, otherwise Irene would not be able to send the phone over with confidence.This is a gamble, either Sherlock can't guess, she wins; or if she guesses, she loses.If it's the former, the consequence is far more than a simple failure of the puzzle. You must know that the things stored in the phone are enough to threaten the British government; if it's the latter, Irene may die soon.

"We don't know Irene well enough," he said slowly, trying to quietly hint to Sherlock that this was a risky affair.Whatever Erin's plan was, the first step had to be getting Sherlock interested in the game.A mobile phone with a password and a lot of secrets sealed... really play hard to get!

Sure enough, it was as if Sherlock hadn't heard what he said. "We have three more chances," he said irritably, "and it could be anything. The worst thing is a meaningless permutation, which is almost impossible to guess." He leaned back, as if thinking think. "But that's not her style, judging from her previous safe combination..."

Wei Yang asked him without losing the opportunity: "What's the password?"

Sherlock paused for a moment, which was rare for him.It's not easy telling him to shut up, not to mention it's a great time to prove him right - he's solved yet another puzzle.

Wei Yang didn't wait for the answer, so he couldn't help raising his eyebrows: "A secret that can't be told?"

"No." Sherlock replied dryly, "Her measurements."

Wei Yang gave him a slightly surprised look. "I thought what was it, so it was this?" One or two eyes can be used as X-rays, and he has long been used to it. "It fits her personality very well."

Seeing that he didn't think much of it at all, Sherlock breathed a sigh of relief imperceptibly.For some reason, he just didn't want to tell Wei Yang that Irene wasn't wearing anything at that time.It wasn't even a white lie, because he didn't tell it at all!

"If you don't mind, can you show me the phone?" Wei Yang didn't notice the slight change in expression.He just called up a lot of system information, and now he urgently needs a real object to help him search—see if he can find key information.

Sherlock handed him the phone, got up and walked to the window, apparently starting to think further.

And Wei Yang began to do exclusion work on the mobile phone - diamonds, useless; black, useless; V-shaped decoration, useless; phone model, useless.Then he felt that this was too superficial, so he started to make new exclusions-four-character words, the frequency of which was the same too much; words that could match the lock, but they did not match; associations about the lock, it was useless.

Finally he got annoyed and just typed I'mlocked into direct search.The information is all written in the third person, the first acronym can't be found at all, and the highlighted ones are basically the result of lock.And this points to a very obvious general direction——

"Sherlock." Wei Yang said softly.The first four letters just meet the requirements.

"What did you think of?" Sherlock turned his head.

Wei Yang stared at the phone screen, then looked up at him again.After checking back and forth several times in this way, he raised his voice slightly: "It's SHER, Sherlock. 'I'mSherlocked.'"

If it wasn't for the previous sentence, Sherlock really thought it was a confession.