miscalculation

() After hearing the gunshot, Watson rushed over, and saw Sherlock still in shock, standing in circles, repeating over and over again, "I shook hands with him, I shook hands with him, shook hands... shook hands. "

"What's going on? Are you okay?"

"He saved me, I shook his hand and said 'thank you'. And then...he died!" Sherlock's tone trembled a little.

Watson immediately realized: "It seems that what McCoff said today is correct. Those four top international killers have already targeted you, and they live near here."

"This bald man is also one of them!" Sherlock turned over the bald man who had fallen to the ground after being shot, revealing the man's frightened face.

"It's him, the Albanian gangster, Soleimani, and Mykoff showed me photos of four people."

"Very good! They are responsible for keeping me alive, not killing me!" Sherlock let go of the corpse, walked quickly to Mrs. Hudson's door, and insisted: "The four of them are waiting for an opportunity to approach me, but No other firsts are allowed, and even one shake of my hand will kill you. That is, they want something in me and are afraid that someone else will get it first! Come with me."

Sherlock went straight to the bedroom on the second floor, unexpectedly Sima was sitting there early.He didn't have time to say hello, first he sat in front of the computer and typed on the keyboard, and finally came to a conclusion: "We are in a strict surveillance network."

Sima didn't respond, and Sherlock walked around the bedroom for a long time, looking around.

"Are you looking for surveillance? Do you need my help?" Sima asked lazily.

"No need! They have invaded my bedroom, and everything that has been moved can be restored, except for the dust, which is the ironclad evidence!" Sherlock's eyes are like scanners, scanning every corner of the room and screening them one by one.

In the end, his gaze settled on a bookshelf against the west wall, where there were many popular science books and historical materials, but Sherlock rarely read the same book twice, and the books he had read were always kept there. Dust has accumulated for a long time.

Sure enough, he found a few "alternative" books in the vast and dusty books. Those books had just been touched not long ago. Camera.

"someone is coming."

Sima kindly reminded.

Watson leaned in front of the window and glanced at the street below. A small group of people appeared behind Sima's silver Porsche, but only one of them entered the building.Watson said with a bitter face, "Lestrade is here."

Sima stood up to welcome the guests.

After Lestrade entered the door, he saw Sima in a robe at first sight, and said hello in embarrassment: "Hi! Director."

Sima nodded in response, and when Lestrade was about to say hello to Sherlock, Sherlock was the first to shut up: "No! I refuse!"

"What?" Lestrade was slightly taken aback.

"My answer is no!"

"But I haven't asked anything yet."

"I know what you're going to ask. You want to bring me into the police department, so I don't bother you to ask. My answer is no!" Sherlock removed the camera from the bookshelf, turned around and asked, "It's because of the sharp voice. Call?"

"Yes!" Lestrade was a little embarrassed. He thought he had a good relationship with Sherlock, but unfortunately he failed to keep this good friend this time. The pressure from the superior and other police officers in the police station was relatively high, especially Back to the ambassador to the United States in London, he gritted his teeth and wanted to bring Sherlock back for questioning, and those police officers who had been humiliated by Sherlock in the past also lined up to come and handcuff Sherlock.

Lestrade was full of guilt: "I'm sorry, I'm actually to blame for this matter. In the past, you helped us solve more than 40 cases, but today someone reported to the superior that Sherlock is just a private detective consultant and a suspect in one case. You have been interfering with the confidential information of the Jing world, and you can be ordered to arrest you for this crime alone. Now they are all here, with arrest warrants, but I stopped them all downstairs. Sherlock, cooperate Come on, follow me to the police station, I promise you will be fine."

A woman's voice suddenly came from outside the door. He seemed to be talking about a certain topic deliberately with the people around him: "I said when we first met that Sherlock will not be satisfied with autopsy and solving cases. A man like him , one day I will figure out a complicated case by myself..."

It was Sally Donovan, the number one undercover agent in the police force.

After all, the gang defied Lestrade's orders and went straight upstairs to the door.

Sherlock lightly buttoned the collar of the windbreaker, and he quickly scanned the surrounding environment, trying to find a prop that could help him get out.

These police officers came here with an arrest warrant. If they don't do anything, they will have to sleep in the detention center tonight. They can't do anything this night, but Moriarty can do whatever he wants and add fuel to the fire. .

"Well!"

Sherlock was still looking for someone to take advantage of, and Lestrade had fallen to the ground whimpering.

I saw Sima lightly shaking a feather fan, stepping over Lestrade's body leisurely, and walking slowly towards the door, just in time for the female police officer Sally to break into the door.

"Boss?"

A group of police officers outside the door saw Lestrade's "corpse" lying on the ground at the first sight, and their expressions sank all at once, and they unconsciously regarded the few people in the house as resisting arrest and interfering with the police's work.

Sima Ke didn't have time to chat with them, he dashed to the door, waved his sleeves, a smear of colorless and tasteless dust rushed out, and stunned three strong men in the blink of an eye. Unfortunately, just as Sima was about to draw his gun, Sima raised his hand and pointed. The white feather fan fluttered against the tip of Sally's nose. It trembled slightly up and down, and a wave of drowsiness swept over Sally's heart. She was dizzy and swayed. down.

Sima, the god of sleep, is not only sleepy himself, but also likes to make others fall asleep.Sima, who pursues the way of the sage, tries his best to avoid killing people. When facing characters that don't need to be killed, he chooses to let them sleep in most cases. When encountering characters that have to be killed, he chooses to use the sage. The shield reflects damage.

"Don't move!"

I thought this matter could come to an end, but I didn't expect that the police officers were quite professional, and there was actually one person behind to watch the situation. It was a man with a flat head, standing at the stairs, holding a gun five or six meters away and approaching Sima. forehead.

"The police who have received special training should know that when they need to shoot in an emergency, they need to press the double-bomb burst button of the pistol, so as to deal enough damage at the first time, and also prevent the occurrence of only one shot. The situation where you can no longer pull the trigger!" Sima thought to himself.

His hearing is relatively sensitive, and he didn't hear the other party press the double bomb burst button.

So, enough time!

"Don't be nervous, they just fell asleep!" Sima yelled softly, but the opponent's nerves were still tense, but this did not affect Sima's shot. He suddenly shook the wrist holding the fan, and with a whoosh, a A slender white brush flew out of the pile of snow-white feathers abruptly.

With a white pen holder and a white pen tip, it is really hard to find hidden weapons hidden in this fan without paying attention.

Deng!

In a blink of an eye, the tip of the snow-white pen hit the right temple of the flat-headed man, and the man's pupils suddenly shrank into a little gleam, and he fell to the ground with his eyes wide open.

Sherlock squinted and stood there motionless, with more and more suspicions in his heart, but he didn't ask any questions.Suddenly, he thought of something, and frantically searched for it in the house, muttering incessantly, "It's over, there must be more than one camera here, all the scenes of you attacking the police just now were captured."

"It's okay! It's even better if it's photographed!"

Sima put away the feather fan and said solemnly: "There are three cameras in the room. I know exactly where they are. I didn't tell you because I was curious how you would find the surveillance cameras. I let you successfully dismantle one of them. That's good, wait until the next day." When a group of policemen find the video, they will find a very interesting fact - all the policemen here were brought down by myself, Sima, and have nothing to do with you, Sherlock. So far, you are still innocent, you did not attack the police, no Resisting arrest. The charge of assaulting the police is up to me alone."

"You already knew there were three cameras, why didn't you remove them earlier?" Watson said dissatisfied.

"On the one hand, I want to further investigate the motives of the four international killers around me. On the other hand, I also consider what to do if the police come to arrest you? I have been sleeping here, and as long as I wake up, the police will Just don't even try to take Sherlock away, and I'll be the one to fight the crime of obstructing the police." Sima didn't explain too much, he leaned into Sherlock's ear, and said with emphasis: "Okay... take Moria The message that Dee secretly sent to you told me. I was asleep at the time, so I couldn’t witness what he did, but he must have done something. Ordinary people can’t understand that subtle movement through a layer of surveillance, but you It's Sherlock, you must understand, and you must have written it down. Then, hurry up and tell me. Time is running out, they have played enough, and now it is our turn to fight back!"

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ps: The bad news, the sad thing has finally arrived, "Miscalculation" will be released tomorrow.The second update is at ten o'clock tonight.I will update another chapter at 12:[-] in the morning, unfortunately, that is a VIP chapter, hey...