Why not ask the magical conch [Comprehensive]

"Let me worship you! I've always wanted to ask you a question, how do you keep such a long face and look so handsome!"

"..." Sherlock.

"..." Moria pressed the blue veins on his forehead: "This man is a lunatic, ignore him."

"Hey Moriarty!" Luo Ting objected, "How can you be so ungrateful, I'm your assistant!"

"Assistant?" Sherlock sneered when he caught this sensitive word.

Moriarty squeezed the conch in his pocket, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said, "What are you going to do in Baltimore?"

Looking at the neon-lit sky in the distance, Sherlock fell silent.

The next few days were a nightmare for Luo Ting.

Sherlock and Moriarty seemed to be in competition, using almost all their available forces to investigate the Chinese living in Baltimore one by one.

However, there are not many big/tian/chao, but there are many people.Not even Baltimore.After working for a long time, both of them felt that it was too inefficient, so they rejected this approach. Next, they retrieved the handwriting of these Chinese from the computer and eliminated them one by one.

Right handwriting... Two foreigners read Chinese handwriting! !

Yes, there was nothing wrong, it was all piled on Luo Ting's head in the end.The culture of Heaven/Dynasty is really extensive and profound. Orz let me go, please!I'm just a conch ┭┮﹏┭┮.

After two days of busy work, Moriati received a call from London, and they decided to return to London.

The London police had a clue. They saw the man who came out with John on the surveillance video. John changed his outfit and walked out as if he was familiar with the man.

Then, in a very remote hotel, I found news about John.The night before his disappearance, he lived here with a Chinese.The two disappeared together the next day.

This may not be a vicious kidnapping case.

Sherlock raised his fist and slammed it against the wall, gritting his teeth: "How is that possible."

"Buy two tickets back to London," Moriarty said.After hearing this, Luo Ting retracted the conch shell silently. He is a good expert at saving money at home - the magic conch.

Two people (three people?) returned to London in a hurry.Moriarty went to meet with the police. Sherlock was inconvenient to be exposed because of his special status. Moriarty placed him in his house.

After getting the information, the two spent sleepless nights in the house watching the surveillance video.

Really John.

While the video is somewhat blurry, it is almost certain to be John after facial recognition.

At around 10:30 p.m., he walked out of the store with a man next to him.And an hour later, they showed up at that remote hotel.

There was no trace after that.Stores generally only turn on cameras during peak hours of traffic, and they have already left by then.

"What's the registered name?" Sherlock asked.

"Fake name and fake/identity/identity/certificate/." Moria replied: "The only thing that is certain is that he is a Chinese."

No sleep for one night.

Sherlock and Moriarty were almost soaked in coffee, racking their brains as if neither of them would admit defeat.

Moriarty: "John didn't struggle? Why? What did the man do?"

Sherlock: "He used a trap, John is so stupid, he must have jumped in."

Moriarty: "What trap? His family? His sister? His girlfriend? Or... you?"

Sherlock stared at the computer, his face stern.The web page shows John's blog, which records every bit of their life together.

"Want to know more about Sherlock? Perhaps, I can tell you some secrets about him." Moriarty suddenly seemed to be a different person, imitating the English pronunciation of others.

Then another expression changed, becoming loyal and pitiful: "Really? Maybe I can help Sherlock and take him out of his anti-social personality."

Luo Ting was almost scared to death by this man.But I have to say that Moriatti's leaping thinking and clever grasp of the weaknesses of human nature are indeed admirable.

There is also a person, in Sherlock's eyes: middle-aged, defeated, unemployed, and probably has a history of alcoholism.

In Moriati's eyes: Cowardly, incompetent, grasping the small tricks and obeying, the degree of usability is five stars.

But in Luo Ting's eyes: a man is a man.

This is probably the wisdom of mortals, he sighed.

Staring at John's blog, Sherlock suddenly took a deep breath: "I'm going back to 221B Baker Street."

"Now?" Moriarty was a little surprised, but eager for greater adventure in his bones, he quickly replied with a smile: "Okay."

Mrs. Hudson returned to her hometown sadly after John disappeared and Sherlock became a murderer, but she has never dealt with the house, and she just hopes that one day the two children she loves can come back.

Sherlock and Moriarty, who successfully picked the lock, sneaked into the room.In the room, things from the day Sherlock left were still on the table, and John's unfinished milk was also on the table, as if they were just leaving temporarily.

Mrs. Hudson was reluctant to clean.

Sherlock flicked open the newspaper of the day, as if the time was still yesterday.

"You guys will fight?" Moriati said amusedly.

"Fight?" Sherlock was a little surprised: "No, why do you have to do something when you can move your mouth, not to mention, what do I have to fight with him?"

"Then what is this?" Moriarty pointed to the scratch beside the bookshelf.

Sherlock leaned over in an instant, and Luo Ting got out of his head to take a closer look.There are small scratches next to the bookshelves, as if they were pulled off by human fingernails.So small that, if Moriarty hadn't said it, no one would have noticed.

"It didn't exist here before." Sherlock squatted down, twirling the powder on the wall: "There wasn't this place before! This came later!" He stood up and walked around the sofa anxiously, then suddenly raised his head: " Bookshelves, oh yes, bookshelves, why are there bookshelves here?!"

"Don't move, don't make noise! ​​Shut up!" Sherlock closed his eyes with a painful expression.

"I didn't say anything." Luo Ting was puzzled.

"You're thinking, fuck! Shut your head off! Don't let it fool me!"

"..." Well, protagonist, you win! !Labor and capital should not make do with their thinking!

"John didn't leave! He's in this room." Sherlock suddenly opened his eyes: "Yes, he's right here." He walked to the bookshelf and smashed it hard.

"Get it out of the way!"

Moriarty seemed to understand something: "You said there is a secret room behind the bookshelf."

"Yes." Sherlock knocked on the bookshelf, desperately scratching his hair: "There must be a password, there must be, what is the password. What will it be!"

Luo Ting looked at Sherlock's about to become manic, and the light bulb in his head lit up: "Let me try."

He approached the bookshelf and carefully observed the books on the shelf. This is a trick set up by Xiao Zeyuan. What will he set the password to?

Eighth row...No.13 row...

Luo Ting gently pushed the book starting with "X" in the eighth line, and pushed the book starting with "Z" in No. 13. There is still one missing... what is it?Luo Ting pushed in the book beginning with the word "Y" on the ninth line.

no response.

Luo Ting tilted his head, right?What kind of password did that idiot Xiao Zeyuan set up?

He put the book in its original position, and frantically pushed the "L" on the fourth row into it, as well as the "T" on the No.12 row.

"Crack", the books were shaken and a layer of dust fell off, the bookshelves were slowly sunken inward, and a secret room slowly opened in front of the three of them.

Luo Ting's heart skipped a beat, April [-]th was his birthday. "LT", his name.

Looking up, John was tied to a chair, staring outside.A handsome Chinese man sat next to him holding a cup of tea, looking very comfortable.His sword-like eyebrows were raised, his eyebrows were starry, and he looked towards the secret room with raised eyebrows, calm and composed.

The moment Luo Ting saw him, he immediately called up the panel in shock, and with a soft "bang", a crystal conch slipped from Moriatti's pocket.

There were only two people left outside the secret room.

third world

? After returning to the independent space, Luo Ting breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought of Xiao Zeyuan's expression, and he saw himself.It is almost [-]% sure that at that moment, Xiao Zeyuan's astonished expression was imprinted in his mind.He saw himself and recognized himself.

What to do, what to do, what to do... Countless grass and mud horses galloped past his heart, and finally he chose to hide in the conch shell and not come out.

Just as Moriarty said, Xiao Zeyuan set up a trap for Watson to jump in by himself, and then hid him in this secret room.For Sherlock, the rest is a matter of whitewashing.After all, the murderer has been caught, and everything is a foregone conclusion.

After the system score reached [-]%, Luo Ting returned to the system space almost without thinking.

He never wanted to face Xiao Zeyuan again.

Luo Ting and Xiao Zeyuan can be regarded as childhood sweethearts, their fathers were colleagues at the work unit, and they lived together in the dormitory of the work unit when they were young.Luo Ting is a few years younger than Xiao Zeyuan, and has always been the little tail following him.

In their small county, Xiao Zeyuan was famous for being outstanding.

Luo Ting has looked up to such an elder brother since she was a child, and followed his steps.Then he chased the two of them and rolled onto the bed.

Xiao Zeyuan's typical face is cold and warm.After confirming the relationship, although she looks paralyzed on weekdays, she is very gentle towards Luo Ting.