【British and American】My miserable life studying abroad

Chapter 126 Flower Serial Murder Case (2)

The flower is unfamiliar, and the only way to identify its type is to scan it.

? This thing is opium?

Wei Shengling was shocked. Living in a country that prohibits drugs, she had never seen poppies before. Planting them was illegal! She had only heard that this flower looked very similar to poppies, but the problem was that she didn't know poppies either.

"Lawyers, nurses, office workers, restaurant owners and students..."

There is absolutely no intersection between the two, and no pattern can be found in their professions. No wonder Scotland Yard has not solved the case in half a month.

At this moment, Lestrade's cell phone suddenly rang. He answered the call, his face became serious, he nodded repeatedly, hung up the phone, and looked at Sherlock.

"A new victim has emerged."

Sherlock's eyes lit up, "John, Ling, let's go!"

After saying that, he walked downstairs quickly. Wei Shengling stood up and prepared to go watch Sherlock's highlight moment of solving the case. Watson was used to it and stood up to go downstairs.

"Let's go, it looks like we won't be able to rest for long, Suki."

"It should be said that Sherlock is too busy to rest." Wei Shengling said helplessly, "I have seen Sherlock on adventures, but I have never seen him doing his job."

Main job = consulting detective.

Downstairs, Sherlock was already standing outside the door in his windbreaker, and even had his car ready. He urged, "Why are you so slow?"

slow?

Are you too impatient? Wei Shengling and Watson walked over quickly and got into the taxi. Behind them, Lestrade shouted anxiously, "Wait, have you completely forgotten about me?"

"Didn't you drive here by yourself?" Sherlock rolled down the window and said, "Greed, see you at the crime scene." Wei Shengling also rolled down the window and waved goodbye.

“It’s Greg!!!”

I should have thought of it earlier. Since the girl can hang out with Sherlock, how can she be a normal person? It's just that birds of a feather flock together.

Lestrade closed his eyes sadly and reviewed his name as usual.

Greg Lestrade. Greg Lestrade. Greg Lestrade.

Good, I wasn’t led astray by Sherlock today.

"A taxi can't hold four people. It's hard to understand why Greg, who drives his own car, still wants to rent one."

Sherlock looked out the window, and Wei Shengling understood. "You remember his name, but you called it wrong on purpose."

"The name is not important. Sometimes when I focus on thinking about case information, I will delete these useless things." Sherlock said. Watson spread his hands, indicating that this is what Sherlock always does.

Things I want to forget can be forgotten just like a computer document, which can be deleted at will. I have to say it is amazing.

"Inspector Lestrade didn't seem to say where the crime took place?" Wei Shengling suddenly remembered.

"It has been sent." Watson raised his hand. "The destination is 31 Licher Street."

The driver didn't turn, as if he knew he was going that way.

"Mycroft's man." Sherlock raised his chin to the driver. "Even if we don't tell him the address, he will take us to the right place."

Very convenient.

When they arrived at the destination, a cordon had been set up. Sherlock opened the car door and strode over. He lifted the cordon and went in directly, openly and honestly. Wei Shengling paused for a moment, and saw that Watson did the same thing, with smooth and skilled movements.

"What are you doing standing still?"

Sherlock stopped and looked over.

"hurry up."

Well... this is my first time to go through the cordon. There are many first times to do things with Sherlock.

"Look who this is, the freak of Baker Street?" The black female police officer Sally Donovan sneered at Sherlock. She has always been on the side that excludes Sherlock, just like the forensic doctor Anderson.

Even after Sherlock returned from faking his death, she still didn't look happy.

It is better to say that, except for Lestrade and a few others, the vast majority of people in Scotland Yard are prejudiced against Sherlock.

Wei Shengling's original enthusiasm disappeared. She looked over with a cold face. Her murderous gaze was extremely intimidating. Donovan couldn't help but take a step back and put his hand on the gun.

"Who is this, the freak's girlfriend? She doesn't look like a good person. What is Lestrade thinking? It's not like Scotland Yard can't solve this case."

Forensic pathologist Anderson came over, but Sherlock remained unmoved and turned a deaf ear to all his words. When he had just returned from faking his death, Scotland Yard was friendly to him for a while and felt guilty for wrongly accusing him.

But after a while, these emotions dissipated.

"Didn't Scotland Yard invite Sherlock here because they couldn't do it? You want to slander other capable people just because of your own incompetence? If I were you, I would go to the hospital to take an X-ray to see if my heart is smaller than others. You are narrow-minded."

Wei Shengling was not polite at all.

Sherlock, who was putting on shoe covers and disposable gloves, stopped and said, "I won't pay attention to them, Ling. They are just incompetent and furious. If Scotland Yard wasn't such a loser, why would they invite me here? There hasn't been any clues in a serial murder case for half a month, and they still have to wait for me to come back. Ha, if I don't come back, this case will become an unsolved case."

"Officer Lonovan, did you have a good time last night? Hotel, three people, I guess your partner just thought you were working overtime, good experience, you looked refreshed, and you were able to come to work on time today. Did you exchange a kiss with Andrew in the morning? Seriously, why don't you two just get together, I don't really understand your excitement-seeking behavior."

"Mr. Andrew, it was an exciting experience, but I don't think the morgue is your bedroom? Also, I suggest you give up your bad habit of betting on horses... It seems that it's too late for me to come? How much debt do you owe? Ten thousand, thirty thousand... one hundred thousand."

“It’s a really huge financial pressure.”

As soon as Sherlock opened his mouth, all the secrets of the person were blurted out, making the person's face turn blue with anger.

It's rare to be able to call their names correctly, and you can see through other people's secrets at a glance! A freak with a flamboyant and unscrupulous personality, living in his own world!

"I usually don't bother with them. It's not because I'm generous, but because I understand the purpose of their every action and every word, and I know the traces and secrets they try their best to hide... So I think these people are not worth mentioning, and there is no need to waste energy on them."

It's like watching a clown trying his best to perform.

Sherlock grabbed Wei Shengling's wrist and dragged her forward. "Put on your shoes and gloves. We are going to enter the scene."

"It's okay. They don't like you, and I don't like them either." Wei Shengling didn't care. "It's just a matter of talking to make them lose their defense. Most of you foreigners just say the same few words when you curse others."

Sherlock glanced at her "Donovan and Anderson will regret messing with you."

In fact, he has always been able to call other people's names correctly, it just depends on his mood and willingness.

It seems that I don’t need to remember Anderson and Donovan’s names anymore. I’ll just call them what I remember.