"Of course I didn't! Are you as dull as you look? Go ahead. Call the police, though I doubt Lestrade will be much help." the man said rudely.

"You know the police personally. You got into my apartment. You better explain yourself here." she crossed her thin arms, tapping her foot.

"Well, your door was wide open." he said crossly. "There was a gunshot about five minutes prior to our meeting. I went downstairs to 221c to investigate and all I find is you." He looked you up and down. "There was a note, do you have it?" the man asked.

"No normal human investigates a gun shot. Natural instinct.. too dangerous. How do you know about the note?" Midnight was so horrified about the body, she was panicking and didn't quite know what to do or who to trust.

"I deduced it. Obviously, when I first examined the body, I noticed that his jumper had a small sliver of tape on it. Obviously there was a note, unless someone was stupid enough to put a piece of tape on their shirt for no reason..." his voice trailed off and he stood silent for a moment. "My name's Sherlock Holmes by the way. I'm a consulting detective. Made up the post myself. The police go to me when they're stuck, which happens quite often. I live at 221b"

"I deduced it. Obviously, when I first examined the body, I noticed that his jumper had a small sliver of tape on it. Obviously there was a note, unless someone was stupid enough to put a piece of tape on their shirt for no reason..." his voice trailed off and he stood silent for a moment. "My name's Sherlock Holmes by the way. I'm a consulting detective. Made up the post myself. The police go to me when they're stuck, which happens quite often. I live at 221b"

Midnight considered it, "Why would you live at a place like this then? you've just walked in, you had no if any time to investigate the jumper because I'm in front of you." something seemed off.

"I'm smart. Now please shut up while I text John." he said, pulling a phone out of his right pocket.

She slapped the phone out of his hands, "How did this man get into my room and who is TM? Tell me immediately or I'll arrest you for trespassing. They were after you and got the wrong room, how?"

Sherlock looked at her, his eyes cold and calculating. His face not betraying any emotion. JM stands for Jim Moriarty. He's a Consulting Criminal. He is like a spider, sitting at the center of a web of crime. He has multiple people working for him, and I guess one got confused." he said, turning away from you. He bent on the floor and examined a pit of dirt, which he put in a plastic bag. "Take this." he said, offering you the bag.

Do you take it?

"This murder was in my compartment. You'll need my permission to work the case here, to get that I'm working with you." she crossed her arms, glaring. She wasn't half sure about the bag and nodded to the table where the note was, indicating to leave it there.