[Comprehensive] The correct strategy of Xueba

Chapter 18

Three months later, London Heathrow International Airport.

Wei Yang came out with a small suitcase and looked up at the long-lost sky.Then he took another look at the road, it was fine, there were no small black cars, no taxis, only his own white Aston Martin slowly approaching - the valet driver took the car out of the garage for him.

It was great that we had no problems on our first day back in London.Wei Yang breathed a sigh of relief, handed over to the white guy who was driving him, and drove back to Baker Street by himself.It's really not easy, I finally got the original owner's parents done, so I can come back and continue to gain favor.This game is also very realistic, right?Not a single background detail should be overlooked!

Yes, Wei Yang was forced to return to China for three months.On the night when he received Moriarty's last text message, he received a series of fatal calls from his parents in China, claiming that his grandfather was seriously ill and he had to go back.

This reason sounds like some kind of trick to divert the tiger away from the mountain, at least Wei Yang thinks so.Because the timing was too coincidental, it is very likely that Moriarty exerted pressure through some channels to keep him out of the way in London.As long as his parents are worried about his safety, they can't let their son stay outside.

This inference is actually very reasonable, but Wei Yang couldn't find a reason to refuse, and couldn't delay it, so he had no choice but to ask for leave and return home.He thought it would only take half a month, but in the end it dragged on for three months. One can imagine the power behind Moriarty.Even if he almost hanged himself in the end, he still felt that the reason his parents agreed was because Moriarty relaxed the permission.

This feels so bad!Wei Yang patted the steering wheel angrily.What's more, these three months made him miss the second main task of the system - the blind banker (read it from the military doctor's blog) - this is simply unbearable!His game progress!

As if to make this emotion worse, the phone rang again.

"Welcome back, dear, look forward to the surprise I specially prepared for you~~JM"

Wei Yang stared at the phone screen, spelled out the words "specially" and "surprise" letter by letter, and then slammed the steering wheel.He originally planned to go directly back to Baker Street, but now it seems that it is more reliable to go to Aston Martin's authorized repairer first.Anything can go wrong, let's start with the car first!

With such a delay, Wei Yang's expected arrival time was much later.The car was fine, which he thought was a bad thing, because it meant that the danger was somewhere he wasn't paying attention.So after driving the car to the underground garage at the bottom of the building, he turned around and went to visit 221B first—let Sherlock scan him for any suspicious problems.

The consulting detective is standing at the window playing the violin.He was wearing silk pajamas, which lined his thin and tall figure, and his expression was so focused that he seemed completely oblivious to anyone entering the door.So of course this is not sawing wood as before, but playing the violin seriously.Seriously, pretty good.

Wei Yang looked at the "Skylark" composed by the Romanian composer Danicu" popped up by the system and a large row of white characters behind it, and felt that this really saved his life.Maybe the original owner understands, but he is a material physics student who knows what music!You just don't know anything about it!

Wei Yang didn't say hello until the song was over. "I'm in a good mood, huh?" As he said, he connected the system's "bright, clear and transparent timbre performance of the violin's E string" with Sherlock's performance, and finally felt...as a qualified technical geek, His elegant artistic cells have probably died long ago.

"You're late." Sherlock turned his head, and this was the first sentence.

Wei Yang sat down at his desk and shrugged at him. "Sports car overhaul, you know." He didn't tell Sherlock at all what time of flight he was on, it wasn't necessary anyway, and it was the same with Moriarty.

Sherlock's gray eyes narrowed. "no problem?"

Wei Yang nodded. "Isn't this your specialty? Show me quickly, I can't bear his surprise." Then he whispered again: "Isn't this kind of thing more suitable for you?"

Giving it to you is like giving it to me.Sherlock glanced at him and put the violin aside. "You've been under house arrest for almost three months," he said, flatly. "Nothing else."

"Good reasoning." Wei Yang had a headache when he heard the house arrest. "I think, maybe he thinks I know how to do things in Suzhou, that's why he did this?" The second main task is a smuggling case of Chinese cultural relics, which is easily reminiscent of the relationship between them.The Suzhou code (commercial counting in ancient China) is the key, which is used by smugglers as a contact code.

"Then will you know it?" Sherlock rarely asked him a doubtful question.

Wei Yang nodded again.In fact, it's not him, it's the original owner's meeting, but there's no need to mention the difference.

Sherlock looked at him again. "No more questions. If there's anything else you want me to say, it's that look on your face that you want to go to bed with."

This remark means that others must be thinking wrongly, but Wei Yang knows very well that when Sherlock said "go to bed", it only meant "pure sleep".So he flattened himself into a big character in the chair, rubbing his forehead with one hand: "I was frightened when I got off the plane, what other feelings do you think I can have?" Then he yawned big .

"You can go," Sherlock said quickly.Seeing Wei Yang's incomprehensible expression, he pointed in the direction of the bedroom.

"... Is this okay?" Wei Yang asked suspiciously.It was only natural to change beds in the boys' dormitory, so he didn't think there was a problem with Sherlock's suggestion.His concern was that if John came back and saw him getting out of Sherlock's bed, it would all be ruined.

"John went to Sara's house to spend the night." Sherlock dismissed his concerns succinctly. "And I'm only halfway through the composition."

"Oh, that's great." Wei Yang nodded.In the three months he's been away, John has found a job in a clinic, and Sara, his colleague, has been promoted to girlfriend.He knew this too, so he was completely relieved. "Alright, let me lie down for two hours or something..." He stood up and walked to the bedroom, and yawned again. "Even if you fight the Indians again this time, I probably won't get up to help you."

Sherlock stared at his back, not thinking about the fact that he didn't help last time.But when Wei Yang pushed the door open, he suddenly said: "Welcome back."

The voice was so small that Wei Yang didn't hear it at all, and he didn't notice the rare small smile on the detective's face.

But this lay time passed.Wei Yang himself was completely unaware until he was awakened by a loud noise.His first reaction was an earthquake, and his second reaction was an explosion. "Sherlock?" He immediately jumped out of bed and rushed out of the room.

At this time, the sky was just getting bright, and the outline of the object could barely be seen.The window pane of the living room was shattered, and the ground was in a mess. "I'm afraid this is the surprise." Sherlock lay down on the foot of the table and raised half his head. "The opposite side exploded."

"Are you okay?" Wei Yang rushed over to help him up before thinking of other questions. "Opposite? Is it my house?"

The two looked out the window together, and found that Wei Yang had guessed only half of it.The walls facing the street on the second and third floors of 233 and 234 Baker Street have completely disappeared, revealing the scorched interior, and the scene is grim.

Should he be happy, Moriarty still reserved the fourth floor for him?Wei Yang was completely speechless.