antique on the run

The news of Lestrade came the next day.

Just like what Qi Xiao was worried about, the reason why Yimaizhe took a long vacation and did not go to school was because...he was already dead.

--suicide.

"The identification result given by the forensic doctor is indeed suicide." On the way leading Sewei and Qi Xiao to the forensic room, Lestrade said: "From the results of the autopsy, he took an overdose of sleeping pills, which It was also the main cause of his death."

"Isn't it possible that he killed him?" Qi Xiao frowned and said, "For example, someone mixed sleeping pills in his diet or drinking water, deliberately trying to harm him?"

Lestrade shook his head and said, "No, it shouldn't be. We found the remaining bottle of sleeping pills on his dining table. At the same time, we also saw his suicide note and...a photo in his bedroom."

Lestrade turned a corner and instead of going directly to the forensic room, he took Qi Xiao and Sewei to the evidence room next to the forensic room. He put on his gloves and took out a box from it.

Here are his suicide note and the photo, which were found from Imazer's house.

The suicide note was not long, only a few paragraphs, roughly saying that Imazhe admitted that he killed Natasha, stuffed her into a wooden box and threw her into the Thames River, and that the finger bones, eyeballs, The tongue and uterus were burned immediately and on the spot.

He concluded by writing:

I know that killing pays for life, so I chose to commit suicide, but I don't regret killing Natasha, because she deserves to die.

Now I can finally meet the person I love, I am very happy, I never dared to mention his name to anyone, until now I dare not, but it is ok, because I will finally see him again.

The only thing I regret is that I couldn't say goodbye to Mick in person, and I'm sorry, as his friend, I'm very sad, because I really don't deserve to be his friend.

This is the last thing I can do for him, so I have no regrets.

……

"He seems to be determined to die." When Sai Wei and Qi Xiao finished reading the suicide note, Lestrade sighed and said: "There is no sign of being forced, and there is no sign of struggle in the house, and, Look at this..."

He took out another thing from the box and handed it to Qi Xiao and Saiwei.

"This is the picture."

A yellowed photo with rounded edges.

The photo on a black and white background shows a man, wearing a slim white suit and a white top hat, bending over to board a carriage, only showing a vague side face.

"We have confirmed and compared it. The man in the photo is Richard Lane."

Lestrade turned over the photo, revealing a sentence scrawled on the back:

'Happy birthday to lovely Imaja. '

There was no signature, but Lestrade and the others determined that it was Richard's handwriting through handwriting comparison.

He then took Sewei and Qi Xiao to the forensic room next door, where they saw the poor child.

According to the results of the forensic autopsy, the child was only 17 years old, with light brown slightly curly hair, his appearance was delicate and delicate, and he was white and clean. Now his eyes are closed, his lips are black and purple, covered by a white cloth, and he lies in a deserted place. On the autopsy bed.

"Sherlock, do you need to check the condition of the corpse again?" Lestrade pointed to the white cloth covering Imazhe's body.

Under the white cloth is Immazhe's dissected body, and Lestrade is not interested in looking at it.However, according to the usual practice, Sherlock always has to check it himself, or ask Dr. Watson to do it again on his behalf.

He has never believed in the level of forensic doctors in the police station.

However, this time, Sherlock said uncharacteristically: "No, there is no need. In comparison, I think the information contained in that suicide note may be more important."

It’s really no fault of Sai Wei, what they are experiencing now is not mentioned in the fragments at all, so he has no way to apply the original narrative, and some analysis is fine, but the autopsy is really not good.

He put on his gloves pretendingly, took Imazhe's suicide note which Lestrade put aside just now, and began to read.

After reading it like this, he really found some problems.

"The narrative here, well, seems to have some oddities." Pointing to the middle paragraph of the suicide note, he read: "'As his friend, I am very sad, because I really don't deserve to be his friend.' This sentence, Does that sound weird, John? Like someone told him you weren't good enough to be Mick's friend, and he felt the same way."

Although he didn't have the golden finger of the incomplete scroll, he was a fan of Sherlock Holmes after all, and after being a Sherlock Holmes for so many days, Sewell still had enough brains, and his analysis was methodical.

"Also, he said it was the last thing he could do for Mick, which is very strange. Mick is a child with dementia, and for him, what he needs most should be a good friend in Immaja If you are with me, it is impossible for him to tell Imazhe, I need Natasha to die, please help me kill her, won't you?"

With Mick's thinking ability, it is impossible to have such an idea.

"So this idea was instilled in Imazhe by others, Sherlock, do you mean that?" Qi Xiao said.

Lestrade showed a puzzled look, "But Sherlock, my friend, if what you said is true, who would have let Imazhe kill Natasha for Mick? And Imazhe really believed it , did it too!"

Sewei glanced at Qi Xiao and said, "I think we need to visit someone."

Lestrade said, "Who?"

Sewell shook his head: "No, you don't have to go, it's just me and John."

Detective status is sometimes useful, but sometimes it can backfire, and people often become restrained or refuse to tell the truth because of the presence of a detective.

……

The house of the Ryan family is still as luxurious as when they came here, but Qi Xiao and Saiwei waited at the gate for a long time before seeing the butler rushing over.

"Madame is waiting for you in the drawing room, Mr. Holmes." The butler bowed and said courteously.

He led Sewei and Qi Xiao into the living room, and stood at the door. Mrs. Michelle was already sitting on the sofa, drinking black tea and refreshments.

She was wearing a goose yellow dress today, her hair was casually scattered on her shoulders, she looked mature and elegant.

"Oh, Mr. Holmes, it's you." Seeing Sai Wei and Qi Xiao coming in, Mrs. Michelle put down the teacup in her hand and said with a smile, "Please sit down."

Se Wei and Qi Xiao sat opposite Mrs. Michelle, and they refused the black tea brought by the butler. Se Wei said straight to the point: "Madam, I think you should be very clear about the purpose of our visit this time."

Mrs. Michel raised her eyebrows and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Holmes, I don't think I know the reason for your visit."

Seeing her attitude, she was trying to play dumb.

Saiwei was not annoyed, and said, "I hope to meet Mick."

Mrs. Michel shrugged, "Unfortunately, Mr. Holmes, Mick is not at home. I found him a playmate of the same age and sent him to Birmingham."

It's just an excuse, except for Imazhe, where does Mick have any playmates.

Mrs. Michel's uncooperative attitude made it difficult to continue the conversation. Sai Wei took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were so sharp and harsh that even Qi Xiao was surprised.

This guy seems... angry?

"Do you want me to say it straight, ma'am? It is very unwise to deceive a detective, because he can see at a glance that you are trying to hide something." Seville said solemnly.

"When I first entered the door, I found that there were folds on the hem behind your butler's clothes, which should have been pulled or pulled. At the same time, there was a dried light brown liquid trace on his cuff, which was probably left by coffee or chocolate. , the shape of the liquid doesn’t seem to be accidentally rubbed on, but more like it was deliberately rubbed on.”

Sai Wei glanced at the butler, and sure enough, he saw the butler subconsciously raised his wrist to look for himself, and then quickly stretched the sleeves of his coat to try to cover the brown spot.

He probably didn't realize that there was something like this on his cuff.

Seville pointed to his watch again, "Also, John and I waited at the door for nearly 10 minutes when we came, but last time we only waited for 5 minutes. I roughly estimated that when we visited last time , your butler came out on foot, but this time he came out by trotting, but this time it took almost four times as long as last time, which means that he is not in the living room or dining room, but in a place far away from the door. And I observed your house carefully, and calculated how long it would take to walk from the farthest part of the house, I think 15 minutes is more than enough, so your housekeeper must have done something else before he came to answer the door for us The matter wasted time."

He sighed, "Ma'am, do you think I need to continue?"

Mrs. Michel sat on the sofa, said nothing, and remained silent with her eyes downcast.

So Seville continued: "Mr. Steward's suit has slender folds on the abdomen, which shows that he often bends down, and there are light sweat stains on his knees, which is probably the result of him supporting his knees with his palms. His There are two scratches on the back of the right ear, they are not serious, and they are almost healed, Madam, please don’t tell me that you or your housekeeper has a cat.”

He suddenly sat up straight and stared straight into Mrs. Michelle's eyes, "The only explanation for these phenomena is that Mick is still at home and is being watched by your housekeeper."

Qi Xiao...Qi Xiao wanted to applaud Sai Wei.

On the premise of not being guided by fragments, so many details and problems can still be seen, which is worthy of being a loyal fan of Conan Doyle.