Chapter 33: Scoring a Second Score Guess what he wants to borrow? But...

Guess what he wants to borrow? But in Tim's mind, Sherlock's danger level has risen to the highest level.

Sherlock stopped talking and looked out the window intently, as if looking for someone.

"She wouldn't have been following us without noticing..." Watson saw something from his behavior.

"Do you remember what she said to us when she left?"

"I thought she was joking."

"Don't treat her like a child," Sherlock knocked on the window. "I told you that last time."

"You only said she was amazing."

This should mean the same thing, Sherlock said with a forced laugh, "Okay, I'll tell you now."

They soon reached the edge of Crime Alley.

"What are you doing here?" Liu Shu took two steps back to let Tim and the others in.

"Look, this is the chip found on the victim," Tim asked Sherlock to hand it to her. "You know."

The chip in the transparent evidence bag is inconspicuous, yet impossible to ignore.

"Woo-woof—"

Is that a red, white, and yellow lion-dancing puppy? Watson looked at the creature that emerged from behind the sofa. "I didn't realize you had a pet. It's so cute, but it might get stuffy in all those layers."

"Although I don't know why she set its barking sound like this, it is obviously not a dog." Sherlock retracted his feet on the sofa and let Di Ting walk over. He couldn't tell anything from this little thing, and his eyes swept over every corner of the house.

Liu Shu glanced at the detective who sat down consciously, then squatted down, opened the evidence bag and placed it in front of Di Ting.

"You...can at least give me a rough range. Gotham is so big, do you want it to run around forever? And it also has distance requirements." Liu Shu picked up the rolling pin at hand and knocked on the table.

"I'll just..." Tim stood up and tried to get his computer.

"Wait, you know the perpendicular path theorem, right?" Liu Shu picked up Di Ting and stuffed it into Sherlock's hand.

"When you take it out, if you need it to track you, just tell it. It will understand."

The soft touch made Sherlock hold it more carefully. Di Ting's tail kept shaking, like a living thing.

"What's the perpendicular diameter theorem?" Watson knew this point of knowledge, but what did it have to do with the person they were looking for?

"As long as you know the two points of the circle and the directions of these two points, you can accurately find the center of the circle." Tim touched Di Ting's head.

"Once we find the approximate location, we can calculate and rush directly to the murderer. If we still can't find it, put it on the ground and follow it." Di Ting's short legs can't run as fast as them, so it's better to calculate the location. Liu Shu felt that they could understand what she meant.

"Why don't you leave?"

When Sherlock heard this, he immediately walked out.

"Thank you!" Tim smiled as if he had stolen a friend's pet to go out and play.

He finally left. Why would someone borrow someone's earphones in the middle of investigating a case?

Liu Shu patted the flour off her hands. She was still cooking.

"Is there a comb?" Sherlock lifted the Listener from his lap and observed it. He found that there was flour on it.

"Wipe it." How could there be a comb here? Watson handed him the tissue next to him.

But after they cleaned up the flour, Tim handed over a comb in the back, one of those wide-toothed pet combs.

Even Sherlock was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that such a thing really existed.

"you……"

"Isn't that enough?" Tim fished out a bottle of pet dry-cleaning foam from under the seat. "Here."

Sherlock saw the shadow of a certain close combat detective in this child, and he was obviously training him as his heir.

That’s right, it seems that all the company’s affairs have been handed over to him.

He began to suspect that there was holy water in the car.

A detective who looks rich but has extraordinary strength, a detective's adopted son who has mastered advanced hacking skills and can keep a giant company running, a high school student who can create powerful puppets and automatic tracking dogs, is Gotham...

"Can I travel here for another half a year?" One month is still too short.

"If you want to figure out the Scarecrow's poison gas and the Mad Hatter's chip, you really have to travel for half a year." Watson calculated the time. He didn't want to live in Wayne Manor forever. It was already good enough to be able to stay there for a while. If he continued any longer, it would seem like they were taking advantage of him, which was not good.

"Poison gas and chips... You're right! That's it!" Sherlock spoke quickly. He put the Listener on Watson's legs, opened his phone, and read the message from the Gotham villain again.

"The Scarecrow and the Mad Hatter are both psychologists, very dedicated to their research directions. One focuses on chemistry, the other uses physics. The conflict between chemistry and physics shouldn't exist, but they are not normal people. Their mental state will make them follow a path, and then collide violently at the intersection of their differences."

Tim couldn't help but record this analysis. In all his years in Gotham, he really hadn't thought much about how the conflicts between the villains arose.

"These criminals are all researchers who dare to put their ideas into practice, so when there is a conflict, they will use their research to trip up the other side."

This time the conflict was quite big, and the Scarecrow was beaten pretty badly. Tim quietly reached back and grabbed Di Ting onto his leg.

Then I carefully pinched its feet, and they were surprisingly soft? This material...

"Woo-woof!"

"Sorry!" Tim let go of his hand. He didn't use much force just now. No, why should he apologize?

“Woof woof woof woof!”

"We're almost there! Drive back, then go to another street and continue in that direction..." Sherlock instructed the driver.

Watson looked at the chaotic scene and shook his head. Sherlock could already understand what the small animals were saying. That was amazing.

"Don't curse me secretly in your heart."

"I'm praising you."

After the car turned around, Di Ting turned around on Tim's lap and sat down.

Tim touched it again. It looked so much like a real pet.

After a while.

Secretary Liu listened carefully and was reminded of their location twice, then connected the two places on the map and drew a perpendicular line from the midpoint.

"She passed by again, faster than us." Tim once again set the tracker on Liu Shu to the map on the computer.

"Didn't she return the things to you? You put a lot of them there?" Sherlock touched his pocket and found one on him too.

"There's only one, just released."

Watson, a pure-blooded good man, had a completely different mindset from a detective. He frowned, "Your behavior..."

"She's still a child, we can't let her run around." Sherlock's explanation convinced him, but Sherlock knew he was just talking nonsense.

As expected, one must not let down their guard at all. When they were about to leave the range where they could hear the conversation inside the car, Liu Shu happened to hear it.

She found the tracker on her shoulder and wanted to throw it away, but her character prevented her from throwing away her friend's things.

Ryushu speeds up.

"Open the door!" This time she didn't go to the window.

"Who?"

Although the villain's opening lines are different, the final result is the same.

The man who had been beaten and tied up on the ground made Liu Shu hesitate for a moment. She was wondering whether she should continue hiding.

She couldn't let the villains see the detective's face again. It was her mistake not to tie a black cloth bag on the scarecrow's head just now. This time, she had to cover the Mad Hatter's eyes.

There was also a group of people controlled by the Mad Hatter. She looked at the dust on her hands, which was dirty when she took the controllers for them.

It's time for her to wash the doll.

"Are we late again?" Watson couldn't help but ask when he saw a group of people on the factory floor.

"I'm not here to fight." Sherlock walked towards the man with his head covered by a black cloth.

"Is this the Mad Hatter?"

After comparing their figures, Tim nodded to Sherlock.

"I thought it would be more exciting." Previous cases often involved danger. Watson glanced around. Since they went out today, there have been people helping them beat people up. To be honest, this feeling is not bad.

There is an ultimate sense of peace of mind.

"Where are you going?" He noticed Tim walking inside.

"I'll hide for a while." Tim didn't even turn his head.

"What are you hiding from?"

"Camera." Sherlock looked back at the way they came. Someone had already found this place and arrived faster than the police.

Maybe there couldn't be room for two people in one shadow. Liu Shu looked at Tim who was trying to take her place. Forget it, she would just return the tracker to him.

"Still letting go?" She grabbed Tim's hand. Why was this guy like this?

"No." Tim pulled his hand away, showing her that he had nothing in his hand.

Although he hid quickly, Liu Shu still saw it, "If you want to know where I am, you can ask me."

"Call? What if there are times when I can't answer the phone?" Tim was still arguing. He was used to controlling everyone's schedule.

"I can kill people and set fires with one hand." He answered the phone with the other hand.

Liu Shu's words made him frown, "You killed people and set fire?"

“…” Liu Shu wanted to kick him out from his current position.

"I'll be more careful next time." He'd be careful not to let her find out. Tim glanced at the detective outside, who was impatient with the reporter's questions. It seemed like there were going to be a lot of social death cases over there. Sherlock was already exposing the reporters' past.

"They're done. Let's get out and stop hiding. It's dangerous to run on the roof."

It was indeed over. The lives of those reporters were over. “Weren’t you running on the roof too?”

"That's different."

Robin is such a hypocrite. Liu Shu couldn't stand it anymore and pushed him.

The person who fell from the material box did not fall. He adjusted his posture and landed smoothly.

"!" Di Ting ran over with a clattering sound.

Sherlock was ready to watch the show. This little thing and the doll were obviously made by the same person, and there was no way they didn't know each other.

Tim squatted down and petted Di Ting, then watched it sit down obediently. "Come on, I'll take you home."

Not seeing the scene he wanted to see, Sherlock looked up in confusion and exchanged glances with Liu Shu.