[Zhongyingmei] That snake

Chapter 156 Choice 9

Oliver lifted the dust-proof cloth covering the desk and chair, and opened the curtains to let the sunlight in. Now the setting sun is like blood.He put the notebook aside and called Mycroft.

"I think you should know I'm busy, Mr. Williams Jr."

"I haven't introduced myself yet?"

"It's not hard to guess who's calling me at this hour."

"Then I think you should also know about Ian Doyle."

"Of course, Interpol's most wanted man, he disappeared in Siberia, and I heard that he fled to the United States. The matter now falls under the jurisdiction of the FBI."

"I really didn't expect you to think so, Mr. Holmes, don't you care about the fire in the backyard at all? He won't only develop in Siberia, and he won't like the cold climate that day compared with the humid hometown."

"Things at home are always a headache. I have shown my intention to cooperate, but those people on the other side of the ocean have different ideas from you and me."

"Oh," Oliver laughed, "and for the sake of the two of us thinking the same, Mr. Holmes, do you know that Moriaty is still alive?"

"Impossible. My coroner went to examine the body himself."

"Nothing is impossible. He is still alive, just like Sherlock. I know Sherlock is cleaning up Moriaty's power. Moriaty is currently targeting me, but if he solves this matter, or he is tired of playing Now, then Sherlock has more things to do."

It was true that Mycroft had tipped Moriaty about Sherlock, but that didn't mean Mycroft really wanted something to happen to his dear brother Sherlock.

"You want my help."

"Yep, in exchange for the news just now, I want to speak to Sherlock, who knows Moriaty best."

"He's hiding his identity now."

"I know, that's why he is more able to connect to your communication, isn't it? After all, it is an emergency, and you can't be childish with your parents. "

"This sentence seemed to please Mycroft, he relaxed his tone a little, and reported a string of digital passwords to Oliver, "Log in, and I will switch to your computer after connecting. "

After Oliver hung up the phone, he sat on the chair. The familiar swivel chair turned around under the weight of his weight. Oliver held on to the armrest and let out a sigh of relief, before returning to his intense work.

He opened the window given by Mycroft, the screen flickered a few times quickly, and a huge face appeared in the center of the screen. The person holding the camera was probably looking down at the camera, and the whole angle was from bottom to top. of.

Oliver saw an unkempt yellow-brown beard, tanned skin, matted hair and a blue sky.

"Sherlock?" Oliver asked uncertainly.

"Well, what's the matter?" Sherlock blinked his gray-blue eyes and said in his usual nonchalant tone.

"Where are you now? You really look like..." More a bum than a bum, Oliver knew Sherlock needed to hide his identity, but if it was Oliver himself dressed as a bum, he would definitely be indifferent.

Sherlock's dirty appearance is definitely not made up by makeup, T he really hasn't taken care of his appearance for a long time.

"Nepal, at the foot of the Himalayas."

"What are you doing here? Could it be that Moriaty has extended his hand to such a remote and poor country, or is there some secret organization in the deep mountains and old forests?"

"Seek magic," Sherlock said solemnly.

Oliver almost believed it.

No, if Sherlock really said such a thing, it would probably be treated as a joke by everyone at Scotland Yard for a whole year.

"You're not Sherlock Holmes." Oliver squinted his eyes, like a dangerous large animal scrutinizing its prey, he was a little sensitive by Tom's affairs now, if, this person in the office is not Tom, then where is the real Tom going? up?Was he arrested like Prentiss and Arnold, or had something happened to him? "Who are you?"

Sherlock snorted a few times, "I'm not Sherlock, who else could it be?"

Oliver stared at him for a while, then got up to leave.

"where did you go?"

Sherlock would never ask that, he would just use his deduction from afar to analyze your next destination, but Oliver replied anyway, "Bring another man, he has something to say to you. "

Oliver pulled in Rose who was waiting at the door, let him sit on the seat facing the camera, and told him before entering the door, "I will write on the board later, and you read the sentence I wrote."

Ross nodded. He is an independent agent in charge of external affairs and does not need to be assigned by Miller in terms of rank. However, thinking that he had caught the wrong person, out of a sense of guilt, he still came when Oliver asked for help. .Rose and John have some similarities in personality besides appearance.

Ross sat down and looked at the bearded man who looked like a homeless man pointing his nostrils at him on the screen. He was startled, but as an excellent detective, his own adaptability prevented him from acting too panicked. The expression quickly calmed down.

Oliver wrote on the whiteboard, "Hello, Sherlock,"

Ross, who had been reminded to use a British accent, read from the whiteboard, "Hello, Sherlock."

Sherlock on the opposite side visibly paused, "Hello, John?" He was a little uncertain.

"Long time no see." Rose continued to read the sentences written by Oliver.

"It's been a long time..." Sherlock was interrupted by Rose just after saying two words.

Oliver quickly wrote down the next line of words, and wrote in brackets 'read it quickly, read it before he finished speaking. '

"Go***yourself!" Rose yelled at the screen in a bewildered mood with a ferocious tone towards criminals.

"Stop this farce, it's so boring." Another voice finally broke in, almost identical to Sherlock's, "You're not John, and John would never say that when he saw me."

Don't be naive, Sherly, he doesn't say that, he just punches you in the face that deserves a punch.I hope that God will protect John's hand from being cut by Sherlock's sharp cheekbones. Oliver silently added a few words in his heart.Instead of continuing to write on the whiteboard, he walked up to the screen himself.

"Sherlock, is this your brother? He's not fat at all, and, with all due respect, he's more like your brother."

Both Sherlock and Oliver gave Strange a slap in the face at the same time, and Oliver didn't think he had any genes for long faces in his genes.

"Oliver Williams, American."

The real Sherlock didn't stop after saying this, but continued, "John wouldn't be neatly dressed in a suit and a plain black tie when he wasn't on a date; A crappy American accent; someone telling you a line, and your eyeballs keep rolling up and back to the screen, that’s not a sign of recollection.”

Rose subconsciously looked at Oliver, Oliver raised his chin, "I think, Mr. Big Holmes taught you basic etiquette, I hope you can stand in front of the camera."

"You definitely met more than just us today. We have two pairs of people who look the same. Your words are warning, and the actions of the two people make you vigilant. They are people around you who can spy on some important information. .”

"Uh, Steven Strange," said the man who looked exactly like Sherlock.

"Roster Freys." Rose reported his name at the same time.

"Don't look like two elementary school kids, okay?" Sherlock turned on the venomous mode again, but he finally stood in front of the screen.

Oliver understood at this moment why Sherlock was unwilling to stand in front of the screen. He thought it was Sherlock who was planning to play a prank on Mycroft.

But the fact is that Sherlock is currently wearing a shoddy wig, greasy, as if it hasn't been washed in years, a mid-length skirt covering half of his arms, and a pink scarf around his neck for no reason, tasteful It's hard to say enough, not to mention that Sherlock also put on lipstick, as if he wanted to seriously play the dress.

Oliver, who has collected all the illustrated books of Moriaty and Sherlock's women's clothing, has mixed feelings.

Moriaty's women's clothing looks like it's giving me goosebumps, but it's generally pretty normal.

Sherlock is really, hot eyes.

The goldfish at Scotland Yard see it and will have a good terrier that lasts for the next ten years.

Sherlock and Strange, presumably playing a foreign husband and wife duo, anyway, in a place like Nepal, Caucasians are all the same to them.

But Sherlock would never allow Mycroft to see him like this. "Okay, don't let us waste the goldfish's seven-second memory, what do you want?"

"About Moriaty," Oliver said seriously, "he's still alive."

"I know," Sherlock said, "his organization has been showing signs of activity lately, and I guessed right."

"Moriaty kidnapped two of my colleagues. It was a pirate from Somalia and the mercenaries they sent, and Ian Doyle, the former leader of the Northern Irish Republican Army. There is a change in Moriaty's organization."

"They have recently imported and exported a large amount of funds. The place of export is the coastal area of ​​northern France. The funds mainly flow in the black market. They should have purchased large quantities of weapons, but the amount of funds flowing is enough to equip a small army. , they must have bought something big, like a tank, or a ship."

"They bought a warship and one of my colleagues, Arnold Blunkett, was kidnapped and is currently being detained on a private warship in about the southwest Indian Ocean."

"The Indian Ocean, they reach the Indian Ocean from France, they need to go around the coastline of southern Europe, walk through the Suez Canal, and then continue to enter the Indian Ocean after reaching the Red Sea, which is also the area where Somali pirates are active. I will give the name of the shipyard to You, check the rest yourself."

"Well, Doyle disappeared in Siberia a few months ago."

"Moriaty's influence is mainly concentrated in Western Europe, and his influence in Eastern Europe is relatively weak. He is not the only one who planned this incident, and other forces joined in."

"But what he does can't bring any benefits, everything is just acting according to his mood, how can he order those organizations?"

"Why do you think Moriaty must be the mastermind?"