[Comprehensive] It's just time travel

Chapter 54 3-7

The two corpses in Buzz's morgue confirmed Sherlock's guess.

This case was not done by the previous murderer, it was just a copycat case.

"Why do you say that?" Watson was a little puzzled, but he didn't see anything from the corpse.

"Wounds." Sherlock motioned Watson to look at the sexual/organ/organ parts of the two corpses. "What did you see, John?"

"Well, the murderer stabbed him a few times? Isn't this normal? It was like this before..." Watson squinted his eyes and looked at the scar carefully, frowning, "No, it's a bit strange..."

"It's weird, isn't it?" Sherlock straightened up. "Then, how do you think the wound marks this time compare to the last case?"

"Hmm..." Watson looked again, his eyes widened suddenly, "It's a little less than the last case?"

"That's it, you're right." Sherlock said, "It's unreasonable, if it's really the same murderer. According to the previous three cases, the murderer became more mature time after time. It is in line with the growth of a serial killer; the knife stabs the lower body/body deeper and more often-but what about this case? It makes no sense to suddenly become 'gentle'."

That "gentleness" made Sherlock say it with a strong sense of irony, but Watson didn't notice it at all at this time.

Once again he felt the unpleasant smell of being surrounded by layers of conspiracy.

"Is it a copycat case?" One murderer is enough to cause headaches, and now there is another copycat? "But……"

The police did not disclose these details to the public, so how did the "imitator" know?It's still possible... Not to mention the degree, at least it should be done without any mistakes, even the Scotland Yard police have been fooled...

No, it should be said that no one except Sherlock saw this.

Watson gradually felt a headache.

"Who else could it be?" Sherlock sneered softly. For him, the answer to this question did not require thinking at all, except for Jim Williams, he didn't even have a second option.

"You mean...it's Jim?" Watson obviously understood what he meant, and was very surprised. "How could it be him?!"

"He's not a murderer." Sherlock narrowed his eyes, as if thinking of something, "Of course he can't be a murderer..."

"Then what do you mean?" Watson looked at the other party with some hesitation, but saw Sherlock's shining light green eyes.

Sherlock at this time is very different from usual.

Sherlock, who was more excited than having encountered the most exquisite case——

This is so unusual.

"He's the mastermind." Sherlock said each word in a slow tone.

I am a planner, maybe you can see the whiskey I participated in the plan in the supermarket.

"Planner?" Watson raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Planning...a crime?"

"Of course, like consulting detectives—oh, how did I never think of that before! Where there are consulting detectives, there are also consulting criminals!"

Sherlock muttered quickly in a low voice, and quickly paced around the morgue.The leather shoes made a "tattling" sound, which echoed in the morgue very strangely.

"Consulting criminals—yes, it should be this one!" He stopped suddenly, turned around and looked at Watson, the hem of his windbreaker drew an imposing arc in the air, "Watson, I have met an opponent !"

"Whiskey?" Sherlock's voice rose suddenly, his eyes sparkling, like a child who got a favorite toy, "Oh, no!"

"Sherlock?" Watson's voice hesitated, this Sherlock is really... so unusual. "Wait a minute—what the hell are you trying to say?"

"Don't you understand, John?" Sherlock turned his head, and he could feel his joy just by hearing the voice, "Barely having an evenly matched opponent is simply a Christmas gift from God!"

Watson didn't have time to complain about his "Christmas gift is obviously not God, but Santa Claus", and he didn't doubt Sherlock's guess about Jim Williams in his words - Sherlock's words can't be wrong, At least in this regard: "How do you know he's an even match? Maybe it's just..."

For Watson, Sherlock is already the smartest person he has ever met—he even feels that there is only one Sherlock in the whole world, and he can't imagine the scene where Sherlock meets an evenly matched opponent.

Someone on par with Sherlock?

Oh no kidding!

"I didn't notice him before." Sherlock pursed his lips subconsciously, "Always, always—I always thought that the previous two cases were a bit weird, but I didn't find out until now." What he saw - Sherlock was a little upset, he paused, and changed the subject. "Do you remember that taxi driver?"

"A Study in Pink?" Watson asked.

"Yes, that's what you said, 'ASTudyinPink'." Sherlock obviously didn't like the name, and he couldn't hold back a soft snort when he mentioned it.

"What's wrong with that driver?" Pink's research on that case has been going on for quite some time, and Watson didn't understand why Sherlock said it at this time.

"Oh, use your little brain, John!" Sherlock rubbed his hair a little irritably, "Remember? The taxi driver said a name before he died, and he said the name of the manipulator behind the scenes !"

"... Moriaty?" Watson thought about it carefully, and said a name with some uncertainty.

"Yes! Moriaty!" cried Sherlock. "I hadn't thought of 'consulting criminals' - but now I do," he said.

"London! Oh, London!" exclaimed Sherlock. "He helps criminals plan crimes, and I help Scotland Yard solve crimes—" Nothing could be better than that!

"This is our duel, John!"

A similar conversation also took place between Yu Ling and Sebastian Moran.

"Professor! Didn't you say you would take a good vacation?" Colonel Moran bit the word "good" emphatically, and looked at Yu Ling disapprovingly.

He was still wearing an expensive suit, but he saw that the professor who had always only worn Westwood was now wearing a long pullover and jeans, looking very casual-with that baby face, he really looked like a college student.

"Oh, dear Sebastian, of course I'm on a 'good' vacation." Yu Ling curled up on the soft sofa, as comfortable as a cat, "Don't you want to accuse me of being a little Is it fun? This is a little too unnatural, Sebastian... I'm just having a little fun for myself."

"But you and Sherlock Holmes have met! Isn't it very interesting to deliberately expose yourself? I don't appreciate the fun in it! And—" Moran's eyes fell on his hand, " what is that?"

"Huh?" Yu Ling followed his gaze and saw the big bag of potato chips in his hand, "Potato chips, as you can see."

"When did you fall in love with this kind of thing..." Moran began to miss the old professor who only ate the best food. If it was a year ago, no, just a few months ago, someone told him that the professor would Falling in love with the kind of snack that only kids and geeks love, he won't believe, "You should know it's not good for your health."

"Of course, of course..." Moran's rambling "teaching" made Yu Ling feel very interesting, and for a while, he inadvertently thought of Sachiko Murasakihara from the previous world——this thought made him unable to help but laugh Get up, "Oh, Sebastian, it goes without saying—I know it all, really."

"But you have always..." Moran took a deep breath, thinking that it would be better for him not to seriously argue with the professor, otherwise he would only be the one who felt stuck in the end.

"Don't worry, Sebastian." Yu Ling withdrew her smile and said softly, "Sherlock and I will definitely meet, I'm consulting criminals, he's consulting detectives, we're both in London—sooner or later To meet."

"But..." Moran wanted to say, "Then he should have made all-round preparations and reappeared, not like this", but he looked at the other party's face that was not very imposing, and suddenly fell silent.

The professor has decided—

"Sherlock.Holmes..." Yu Ling's voice was very soft, with a round accent, and the upswing ended without any sense of playfulness, "London is a wide and bright stage, and we are the protagonists. Do you understand, Sebastian Tian?"

"Although, I'm probably a villain..." Yu Ling rubbed his chin, and the corner of his mouth smiled slightly mockingly, "But no one knows what the ending will be, right..."

In addition to the finale of HappyEnding, there are also many BadEndings!

"Professor..." Moran felt that such a professor was a bit strange. He instinctively felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

"Let's not talk about that." Yu Ling waved his hand, "Sherlock should have noticed me at this time, right? Well... Sebastian, go get ready..."

He stretched out his index finger and gave Mo Lan a slight tick. Mo Lan walked to the sofa knowingly. Then, Yu Ling straightened up and whispered something in his ear.

"What? But... this is a bit..." Moran opened his eyes wide and hesitated.

"It's okay." Yu Ling said firmly, "Just do what I say."

His voice was so sure that Moran couldn't say anything.

"...Okay..." Moran lowered his head and agreed.

Although this is not in line with the usual rules, but...

"Here, I am the rule."

That's right, in London's underground world, professors are the rules, even if they do such a thing, no one dares to speak up.

It's just...it's inevitable that if this matter is exposed, the professor's credit will be greatly reduced, so...

Colonel Moran made a decision in his heart, and he must firmly smother this matter to death.

"Okay, let's contact that little guest." Yu Ling stuck out his tongue and licked the potato chips on his fingertips, "It's not bad to make a mess of London... Ah, sure enough, I still prefer it That's it..."

Rather than protecting something, I prefer the one who destroys it.

Moran didn't stay long and left soon.He was going to contact that "little guest" to convey the meaning of the professor to him.

"Well, it's not very suitable to live in 221C anymore." Yu Ling stretched, "Get ready, it's time to go back! But..."

Before leaving, I should give a gift to my dear neighbors... Otherwise, wouldn't it be too rude?

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Sherlock & Watson: We don't want your gift, hello!

By the way, everyone knows who the [little guest] is, right?

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