The path of genius evolution

Chapter 36

Don't be surprised if one day you find that the most vicious and crazy criminals in this world are closely related, maybe you just discovered a criminal organization.

In a western restaurant with a scientific layout, a good environment and an elegant atmosphere, three men are eating together near the wall.

"Wait, this is the old friend you were talking about?" John felt like he didn't know Sherlock anymore.

A consultant detective with a high functioning sociopath and a psychologist with a high intensity psychosis?In a way it does match.

"Yep! Even if you throw him in jail, this lunatic will come out. I've tried three times. Damn, is the federal prison his backyard?" Sherlock said that he was tired of playing, and the rest was not him of.

Hanni Ballectr, a legendary serial killer, is currently having dinner face-to-face with Sherlock and his soul mate.The courteous doctor cuts his steaks medium-rare meticulously: "Seriously, these things are far from delicious."

"I couldn't agree more!" Sherlock clinked glasses with him, "The cooking method is also terrible."

John stared at the beautiful thighs and buttocks of the waitresses as they walked past their table until they passed: "Only the Queen."

"Come on you used to be in the Queen's Buckingham Palace with no underwear and only a towel." Sherlock glanced at him, the existence of women was a great sin.

"That's you Sherlock." John looked back at him and said.

"Yes, that was me, but you took her ashtray." Sherlock's prim demeanor reminded John of some crystal ashtray sleeping in the corner of 221b.

"No, you took that too." John said with certainty.

Sherlock put down the knife and fork: "No, you asked me to take it."

"No, you took it yourself." John was defending his innocence.

"Your toy?" Hannibal glanced sideways at the short military doctor, and his wandering gaze had already made him sure where the best piece of meat on this man was.However, the real result may be biased, and you will not know until you have eaten it.

Sherlock glanced at John, and replied calmly, "No."

"Oh?" Hannibal gave him another look, "Your weakness."

"I think Will must miss you very much, don't you mind if I contact him?"

"Wait, who is Will?" John was completely unaware of his situation, and he cared more about other things than watching his words.

Sherlock stopped eating: "I think about it, probably Scott's boyfriend's ex... This statement seems to be easily misunderstood? That is Scott's boyfriend's predecessor, that bamboo pole..."

"Reid," John added.

Sherlock nodded: "It is indeed the bamboo pole."

John felt that Sherlock had to remember the name until Scott came back.

By the way, Sherlock did remember it later, but the reason is hard to understand.

"Why are we going to see him today?" After returning to the temporary residence, John still didn't understand this matter.As for why the police couldn't find him but Sherlock, who had just come to the United States, contacted him the next day, John didn't want to ask anymore, Sherlock always had his way.

Sherlock walked around the living room quite satisfied, and then he was suddenly discouraged: "Boring, isn't there something interesting to do? Doesn't it mean that the serial killers in the United States are rampant and will wipe out all the Yankees soon? Is it gone?"

"..." John couldn't communicate with him anymore.

Sherlock fell on the sofa: "We went to meet a serial killer because there is nothing better than a murderer who has escaped all traces in this country for so many years, knowing the movements of his federal agents, otherwise he would be in prison Riley waited for his death."

"But didn't you catch him?" John felt very puzzled.

"But I can't guard him 24 hours a day, and my lucky value is obviously higher than his. Do you think there is a prison in the world that can hold me?" Sherlock asked rhetorically.

"He's smarter than you." This was John's point.

Of course Sherlock didn't admit it: "God, is your brain full of steak? He's just crazier than me."

"Yeah, that's why he's a serial killer and you're a consultant detective." John nodded.

"Nice sofa," Sherlock muttered.

"So what?" John still couldn't understand, "So you're saying the federal agents already knew about Scott's actions?"

"But they must have known about the movement of the Ark. I suddenly felt that Moriarty had good taste. At least in terms of naming, he called those things directly, instead of trying to find something illusory from the Qur'an. As a representative." Sherlock said, "By the way, where is Scott's boyfriend?"

"I'm not at home, maybe I have a job." John went to heat the water.

Sherlock spread his hands: "What job is more important than finding his boyfriend and rescuing him?"

"Rescued?"

"You heard wrong."

"No no, I heard you say the word save." John was not so easy to fool, "Tell me Sherlock, what happened? I don't mind hitting Mycroft again."

"He just needs a beating." Sherlock agreed.

"You too." John glanced at Sherlock. In the past few years, they would occasionally practice their hands, winning and losing each other, but neither of them would end well.

Sherlock replied weakly: "Well, what is known is that both Sycroft and Mrs. Hebe have lost contact, and may have maintained contact with the spy. This means that the plan has entered the third phase, but it is not the third phase of the highest priority plan. "

"Then what the hell kind of plan is this?" John asked back, "What caused the current situation?"

Sherlock glanced at the coffee table and rolled his eyes: "Can't you think?"

"I don't even know what your goddamn plans are, what am I supposed to think about? Thinking about mycroft and what your Christmas dinner is like? Oh yeah, Christmas is not far away!" John fumed.

Oh yes, Scott is probably in danger so it's only natural for Mom to have a meltdown. Sherlock cleared his throat: "John, listen, I don't know what those damn plans are. Do you think I'm going to plot against Scott with that fat bastard?" The bad relationship cleared away the suspicion and discredited his elder brother by the way.

John took a deep breath, he looked better.But that didn't mean he accepted Sherlock's explanation: "You'll count him alone."

Sherlock originally wanted to refute him "Am I such a person", but after thinking about it, he really is.So he changed to another excuse: "But not in this situation where I can't observe the process. Mycroft's control freak has no way of knowing what Scott is doing now, he even wants to know how many times we have sex in a week!"

"What?" John's attention was perfectly diverted.

"The cameras in 221b can pull out more than a dozen cameras every week, I didn't tell you." Sherlock spread his hands, "Besides, I'm looking for Hannibal because of other things."

"I can't believe he actually did that." John's full attention was on the last thing, "I don't want to speak for him anymore."

Seeing that his goal was achieved, Sherlock closed his mouth calmly.

The only thing that is certain now is that the bamboo pole can find Scott. Although I don't know how long it will take, it is obvious that Scottt has told all the known information to his slender boyfriend. I hope the small bamboo pole can play his role. Knowing that his work can save others, but he also shoulders the heavy responsibility of helping his boyfriend.

"It doesn't make sense."

Just as Sherlock's brain was spinning rapidly, John suddenly spoke.

"What?" Sherlock didn't understand what he was talking about, he was sure he didn't miss half a word of John's complaint, he was still scolding Mycroft the last second.

"Shouldn't Scott go to work in a private detective firm in Las Vegas? Everything should be the same as what was agreed before, why did it suddenly change?" John raised his own doubts.

"Sharp question." Sherlock sat up from the sofa, "something has changed, something we don't know, but it's very important, and Scott found out that disappearing from the world was the best decision he made, and as a result The premise, what changed to allow him to do this?"

John looked at the wall with some doubts: "He has a boyfriend?"

"It's been going on for at least two months, but he just disappeared yesterday!" Sherlock began to wonder again uncontrollably how Scott had kept it from him.

"This is normal. Maybe he suddenly panicked about this relationship, like he felt that he couldn't protect his boyfriend or something..." Over the years, John has never given up teaching Sherlock what is human nature.

"..." Sherlock looked at him with hopeless eyes, but the next second he laughed: "You are such a genius, John!"

Even if it's just a casual remark, the only person in the world who can be praised so much by Sherlock is his military doctor.

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Final next chapter preview:

The debate between sherlock and Reid

Topic Center: Scott is a little angel

Pro: Reid - he is!

Opposition: sherlock—are you blind?

Referee: John—Sherlock, shut up!

[Such a eccentric referee, after all, it is the daughter-in-law who scared away how to break it

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