Chapter 72: I Found You

(Restore around two o'clock)

The next day, Ron came to Denton Weeks' house with a red face. Peggy said a brief goodbye to him in the morning and left. Although Finch's disappearance caused the Sky Eye system to now deny access applications, she was after all. One of the key surveillance targets. If you leave for too long, something might go wrong.

But when Ron arrived at the Weeks residence, someone was there earlier than him.

"Is this the address of Wicks? Sherlock, why are you here?" Ron secretly said something bad as soon as he spoke: "Forget it, what good can happen if I see you in someone else's house? People are dead here again. Yes, right?"

Speaking of which, unlike the Sherlock Holmes in London, this Mr. Holmes looks a bit like the Japanese schoolboy who is the god of death, dying wherever he goes.

"To be precise, it was a house that Weeks used specifically for having affairs." "There was only the body of a woman inside. It should be the person he had an affair with, but his body has not been found yet. Judging from the traces at the scene , it must have been hijacked."

"Hijacking?" Ron said dumbfounded, "How come the two people I want to find have been kidnapped?"

"Is anyone else kidnapped?" Sherlock shouted excitedly: "Who is that person? What is his identity? What is his relationship with Weeks?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Cooper, Sherlock didn't mean any harm, he just wanted to investigate the results of the murder." Alex, who was standing on the side, took the initiative to explain for Sherlock.

"It seems like you guys get along very well." Ron showed a playful expression.

Alex smiled slightly and said: "Fortunately, Sherlock's recent drug detoxification treatment has been going well, and there is no sign of relapse."

"Ron, you haven't told me the identity of the other kidnapped person yet."

"Because I never planned to tell you," Ron looked at Sherlock, who was glaring at him with dissatisfaction: "Listen, Sherlock, in the entire Los Angeles, I don't care what you want to investigate. No matter who asked you to check this bug, but that's the end of it, from now on, I won't allow you to touch this bug."

"Why?!"

"Because the things involved in this case are beyond your imagination. Everyone who knows the truth must die, even if your father is a British noble. Do you want to continue to try?"

Ron put his arms around Sherlock's neck before he could retort: ​​"I know, you still have your own things to do, right? For example, catch the person who killed your girlfriend?"

Ron's words stunned Sherlock, and Ron struck while the iron was hot: "Recently, the serial killer who hangs people and bleeds them has begun to operate in Los Angeles. I think he is coming for you. I hope you can win this duel, but Now, give me all the information you have, and don't get involved with this guy."

Sherlock lowered his head, struggling in his heart. Ron didn't rush him and just waited aside. He knew that Sherlock would be able to figure it out.

Although Sherlock sinksHe is addicted to the detective work of solving mysteries, but compared with the bloody feud with his girlfriend, he can clearly distinguish the importance.

Sure enough, not long after, Sherlock raised his head again: "Give me all the information about the spy, and I will give you all the clues here, and promise not to touch the spy."

"The serial killer's information went to Inspector Grayson. Just say it was me who asked you to help him deal with this case. Now, tell me what you found out?"

…

"Honey, how are you finding the person?" Peggy called Ron as soon as she arrived in Texas and asked.

"I haven't found it yet, but there is a slight hint. Do you remember the London addict I told you about? He reminded me of a very interesting thing."

"What?"

"That's how difficult it is for a woman to move two adult men across state lines. Peggy, what would you do if you wanted to move two rebellious men to different places?"

In the abandoned library, Finch's original base camp, Ron sat in front of the computer and chatted easily while typing on the keyboard.

"If it were me, I would probably choose to stun the two of them with medicine and put them in a sack for physical infusion." Peggy stroked her red lips and couldn't help but put her fingers into her mouth.

I don't know why, even though they are all fingers, the taste of my own fingers is much worse than Ron's.

(Restore around two o'clock)

The next day, Ron came to Denton Weeks' house with a red face. Peggy said a brief goodbye to him in the morning and left. Although Finch's disappearance caused the Sky Eye system to now deny access applications, she was after all. One of the key surveillance targets. If you leave for too long, something might go wrong.

But when Ron arrived at the Weeks residence, someone was there earlier than him.

"Is this the address of Wicks? Sherlock, why are you here?" Ron said with an ominous tone as soon as he spoke: "Forget it, what good can happen if I see you in someone else's house? Someone died here again. Yes, right?"

Speaking of which, unlike the Sherlock Holmes in London, this Mr. Holmes looks a bit like the Japanese schoolboy who is the god of death, dying wherever he goes.

"To be precise, it was a house that Weeks used specifically for having affairs." "There was only the body of a woman inside. It should be the person he had an affair with, but his body has not been found yet. Judging from the traces at the scene , it must have been hijacked."

"Hijacking?" Ron said dumbfounded, "How come the two people I want to find have been kidnapped?"

"Is anyone else kidnapped?" Sherlock shouted excitedly: "Who is that person? What is his identity? What is his relationship with Weeks?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Cooper, Sherlock didn't mean any harm, he just wanted to investigate the results of the murder." Alex, who was standing on the side, took the initiative to explain for Sherlock.

"It seems like you guys get along very well." Ron showed a playful expression.

Alex smiled slightly and said: "Fortunately, Sherlock's recent drug detoxification treatment has been going well, and there is no sign of relapse."

"Ron, you haven't told me the identity of the other kidnapped person yet."

"Because I never planned to tell you," Ron looked at Sherlock, who was glaring at him with dissatisfaction: "Listen, Sherlock, in the entire Los Angeles, I don't care what you want to investigate. No matter who asked you to check this bug, but that's the end of it, from now on, I won't allow you to touch this bug."

"Why?!"

"Because the things involved in this case are beyond your imagination. Everyone who knows the truth must die, even if your father is a British noble. Do you want to continue to try?"

Ron put his arms around Sherlock's neck before he could retort: ​​"I know, you still have your own things to do, right? For example, catch the person who killed your girlfriend?"

Ron's words stunned Sherlock, and Ron struck while the iron was hot: "Recently, the serial killer who hangs people and bleeds them has begun to operate in Los Angeles. I think he is coming for you. I hope you can win this duel, but Now, give me all the information you have, and don't get involved with this guy."

Sherlock lowered his head, struggling in his heart. Ron didn't rush him and just waited aside. He knew that Sherlock would be able to figure it out.

Although Sherlock is addicted to the detective work of solving mysteries, he can clearly distinguish the blood feud with his girlfriend.

Sure enough, not long after, Sherlock raised his head again: "Give me all the information about the spy, and I will give you all the clues here, and promise not to touch the spy."

"The serial killer's information went to Inspector Grayson. Just say it was me who asked you to help him deal with this case. Now, tell me what you found out?"

…

"Honey, how are you finding the person?" Peggy called Ron as soon as she arrived in Texas and asked.

"I haven't found it yet, but there is a slight hint. Do you remember the London addict I told you about? He reminded me of a very interesting thing."

"What?"

"That's how difficult it is for a woman to move two adult men across state lines. Peggy, what would you do if you wanted to move two rebellious men to different places?"

In the abandoned library, Finch's original base camp, Ron sat in front of the computer and chatted easily while typing on the keyboard.

"If it were me, I would probably choose to stun the two of them with medicine and put them in a sack for physical infusion." Peggy stroked her red lips and couldn't help butPut your fingers in your mouth.

I don't know why, even though they are all fingers, the taste of my own fingers is much worse than Ron's.

(Restore around two o'clock)

The next day, Ron came to Denton Weeks' house with a red face. Peggy said a brief goodbye to him in the morning and left. Although Finch's disappearance caused the Sky Eye system to now deny access applications, she was after all. One of the key surveillance targets. If you leave for too long, something might go wrong.

But when Ron arrived at the Weeks residence, someone was there earlier than him.

"Is this the address of Wicks? Sherlock, why are you here?" Ron said with an ominous tone as soon as he spoke: "Forget it, what good can happen if I see you in someone else's house? Someone died here again. Yes, right?"

Speaking of which, unlike the Sherlock Holmes in London, this Mr. Holmes looks a bit like the Japanese schoolboy who is the god of death, dying wherever he goes.

"To be precise, it was a house that Weeks used specifically for having affairs." "There was only the body of a woman inside. It should be the person he had an affair with, but his body has not been found yet. Judging from the traces at the scene , it must have been hijacked."

"Hijacking?" Ron said dumbfounded, "How come the two people I want to find have been kidnapped?"

"Is anyone else kidnapped?" Sherlock shouted excitedly: "Who is that person? What is his identity? What is his relationship with Weeks?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Cooper, Sherlock didn't mean any harm, he just wanted to investigate the results of the murder." Alex, who was standing on the side, took the initiative to explain for Sherlock.

"It seems like you guys get along very well." Ron showed a playful expression.

Alex smiled slightly and said: "Fortunately, Sherlock's recent drug detoxification treatment has been going well, and there is no sign of relapse."

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"Ron, you haven't told me the identity of the other kidnapped person yet."

"Because I never planned to tell you," Ron looked at Sherlock, who was glaring at him with dissatisfaction: "Listen, Sherlock, in the entire Los Angeles, I don't care what you want to investigate. No matter who asked you to check this bug, but that's the end of it, from now on, I won't allow you to touch this bug."

"Why?!"

"Because the things involved in this case are beyond your imagination. Everyone who knows the truth must die, even if your father is a British noble. Do you want to continue to try?"

Ron put his arms around Sherlock's neck before he could retort: ​​"I know, you still have your own things to do, right? For example, catch the person who killed your girlfriend?"

Ron's words stunned Sherlock, and Ron struck while the iron was hot: "Recently, the serial killer who hangs people and bleeds them has begun to operate in Los Angeles. I think he is coming for you. I hope you can win this duel, but Now, give me all the information you have, and don't get involved with this guy."

Sherlock lowered his head, struggling in his heart. Ron didn't rush him and just waited aside. He knew that Sherlock would be able to figure it out.

Although Sherlock is addicted to the detective work of solving mysteries, he can clearly distinguish the blood feud with his girlfriend.

Sure enough, not long after, Sherlock raised his head again: "Give me all the information about the spy, and I will give you all the clues here, and promise not to touch the spy."

"The serial killer's information went to Inspector Grayson. Just say it was me who asked you to help him deal with this case. Now, tell me what you found out?"

…

"Honey, how are you finding the person?" Peggy called Ron as soon as she arrived in Texas and asked.

"I haven't found it yet, but there is a slight hint. Do you remember the London addict I told you about? He reminded me of a very interesting thing."

"What?"

"That's how difficult it is for a woman to move two adult men across state lines. Peggy, what would you do if you wanted to move two rebellious men to different places?"

In the abandoned library, Finch's original base camp, Ron sat in front of the computer and chatted easily while typing on the keyboard.

"If it were me, I would probably choose to stun the two of them with medicine and put them in a sack for physical infusion." Peggy stroked her red lips and couldn't help but put her fingers into her mouth.

I don't know why, even though they are all fingers, the taste of my own fingers is much worse than Ron's.