It was a silent morning. Except for the noise of shooting, everything was completely silent. It was probably Sherlock, my twin retarded mastermind brother, shooting the wall. Mrs Hudson is gonna come running any moment, screeching his name.
"What the hell are you doing to my bloody wall!" she screeched.
"Bored."
"What…?"
"BORED!"
"Oh."
I sighed and opened the newspaper; the headlines were:
"Well known lawyer Mr Richard Hugo murdered in his study."
After reading the paper I found out that there was no clue to the identity of the murderer. The investigation is on. The police need a mastermind to solve this extraordinary case.
I was about to scream to Sherlock to take a look at the newspaper, but I found him already looking at the newspaper from behind me. Without a word, he took his coat and prepared to leave. "Are you coming?" he asked.
"Bloody hell, of course I'm coming."
The ride to the crime scene was silent and I understood that Sherlock was in deep thoughts.
"So what do you make of this, Sherlock?"
"Two ideas so far."
"And they are…?"
"Firstly, some high-tech instrument has been used"
"How did you know that?"
"Isn't it obvious?" he asked incredulously.
I sighed and for the umpteenth time I told him that not all people were as intelligent as him. He sighed and started explaining in a very fast pace.
"The body is covered in sharp ultra-fine razor cuts. It can only be done using something hi tech. Isn't it boring for you people to be so dumb and not notice anything that is going on?"
"Do you always have to criticize everyone and everything you come across? I bet no girl will ever fall in love with you cuz all you'll do is sit in front of the TV and criticize the channels and her," I said in one breath. (I could've died)
Sherlock coldly told me, "I did not ask for an analysis of what I would do had a girl fallen in love with me. So don't bother your inactive brain about it."
I sweatdropped and understood that I had ticked him off. I snickered and did a victory dance in my head. "What are you stupidly smiling on about?" he asked me obviously very annoyed. I chuckled and said nothing. "Shut up. I'm thinking," he said. I was about to protest but then it suddenly hit me that he was Sherlock, for Merlin's sake.
Suddenly, I saw that a big truck was behind us. We had run into a dead end. There was a huge wall in front of us and the truck showed no signs of stopping, or even slowing down, for that matter.
