[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

Temporary interrogation room at the Covent Garden Theatre.

It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when they arrived at the scene.

Sherlock, who hadn't slept all night and had been cracking a certain code, sat in the interrogation room full of energy, refreshed, as if he had just had a full-body spa.

And Ludwig, who had slept all night, was lying next to Sherlock like a pickled cucumber, forming a strong contrast with him.

Lestrade looked at Sherlock and then at Ludwig, his eyes were very strange.

If it weren't for the interrogation being monitored, Ludwig felt that he would jump directly in front of them.

Ludwig remembered, when she and Sherlock arrived at the Covent Garden Theater this morning, Scotland Yard's overall weird expression...

Because she just vomited and was weak all over, she borrowed an arm from Mr. Holmes as a crutch...

Lestrade, Donovan, and the police officers who usually have a lot of contact with Sherlock are also showing this... this...

How to describe this expression...

Ludwig thought with a headache.

Before entering the monitoring room, Officer Lestrade patted Sherlock on the shoulder and said seriously:

"I understand you, but don't be too cruel...she is still young."

Ludwig flipped the table!

——She can completely understand the hidden meaning between the lines!

Especially Mr. Holmes, who still didn't understand the situation at all, gave a cold "hmm"...

Do you really understand, Mr. Holmes, what Inspector Lestrade is referring to?

If you don't understand, don't answer indiscriminately, okay?

Do you think you are talking tom cat? !

She groaned in pain and buried her head in her arms.

Scotland Yard's ability to judge is really outrageous, she does have a bad complexion and a frivolous pace... But this is because she was forced to be dragged by Mr. Holmes to visit the decomposing body of Sakuma Xiangzi this morning...

He also watched helplessly as Mr. Holmes, wearing a mask, re-cut the already swollen stomach of Sakuma Saiko, and took out the food residue from the stomach...

...No, I can't make up that picture, she feels like she's going to throw up again...

Sherlock keenly heard her muffled, barely audible moan.

So he leaned towards Ludwig, lowered his head slightly and asked, "Are there any other discomforts?"

Officer Lestrade's eyes immediately lit up like searchlights.

Ludwig: ...Fuck!Mr. Holmes, can you shut up!

... There is a kind of rushing foot who has no water to bathe after swimming in the Yellow River and lands, so kind and tired.

wood.

It was the consignor Wood who was identified by Mr. Holmes from a coffee receipt because of an affair with the cafe waitress, Moricaro.

He and his colleagues brought the piano containing the body of the soprano to the Covent Garden Theatre.

Lestrade: "Please describe the appearance of the man who asked you to check in at that time."

Wood opened his mouth, and before he could speak, Sherlock interrupted impatiently:

"Slender, at least six feet—obvious things like that can be skipped."

Wood said in amazement:

"Six feet, yes...but I don't know how the gentleman knows that."

Sherlock's feet rested on the table, and his slender body sat slantedly on the chair, as if he was not in the fully monitored interrogation room, but sitting on the sofa on Baker Street.

Ludwig really didn't want to admit it - even if Mr. Holmes was sitting like this, the beauty of his whole body still remained undiminished.

Lestrade sighed: "If I'm demoted because of Sherlock's sitting posture, Vichy, I'll buy you coffee."

Ludwig: ...There is a thready relationship between the two!

The other police officers present, including Lestrade, all looked like they had eaten overnight food.

There was nothing he could do with Sherlock.

Because he always has a thousand and one reasons to refute your one hundred and one reasons.

He fiddled with his phone and said, logically:

"Of course you don't know how I know. Your brain is filled with straws and women, otherwise you wouldn't be mixing with your own cousin and niece."

The expression on Wood's face suddenly seemed to have contracted all the overnight dishes in London yesterday.

Ludwig: "..."

She will never admit it... In fact, it is very handsome to watch Mr. Holmes complain about others...

Lestrade rubbed his face vigorously, and he knocked on the table:

"Vichy, let Sherlock be quiet—Sherlock, I'll ask you how you know later."

Ludwig: "..."

What on earth had she done to convince Inspector Lestrade that she could keep Sherlock Holmes' mouth in check?

Lestrade took out a photo, which was the trapitz ring lost by the deceased Saeko Sakuma.

"Then Mr. Wood, have you ever seen this ring?"

"He hasn't seen it."

"I haven't seen it."

Sherlock's lazy voice and Wood's trembling voice sounded at the same time.

Lestrade couldn't stand it and said: "Sherlock, you asked to interrogate Wood, but you have been interfering with the interrogation."

Sherlock impatiently changed his posture and rested his feet: "I asked, but my intention is not to make you ask these obvious questions..."

Lestrade took a deep breath and said calmly: "Then, besides these questions, what else can we interrogate?"

Sherlock stared at the phone, his long eyelashes drooping calmly, without even the occasional trembling: "There are only two purposes for interrogating him - first, the crime of theft committed by worker Wood and his colleagues, and second indivual……"

He raised his head and looked casually at Wood in the middle of the interrogation room:

"Interrogation to find out the real place of killing... That is, the place where they stopped in London to transport the body."

Wood: "I can tell you this. We did stay here for an hour. I went to have a cup of coffee. The employer said that the piano should not be bumped for a long time. The place is in apartment 273, Victoria Tower Gardens."

Sherlock's eyes glow:

"That's the only thing missing! Lestrade, immediately ask someone to send you the live photos of this apartment! Remember to check to see if there are refrigerators, air conditioners, and other refrigeration equipment in the apartment."

Detective Inspector Lestrade waved at Donovan: "Take two more people and come back as soon as possible."

Then he said solemnly:

"What about theft?"

Wood said emotionally: "Theft is slander! I definitely didn't see any rings! I was just commissioned to deliver the piano, I don't know anything else - I swear to God."

Sherlock glanced up at him, and said coolly: "You follow your grandmother to believe in the Outer God, but now you swear to God?"

Before Lestrade had time to speak, Sherlock continued to say coolly:

"It is true that you did not participate in the murder, but you know that the grand piano contained dead bodies."

"No, I don't know...I'm only in charge of shipping..."

"You and your companion received this transportation order, and accidentally shook the gravel road between Birmingham and London. The piano cover slid open, and you found the corpse hidden in the piano."

He didn't even look at the pale Wood, speaking as fast as his fingers, dazzling:

"Then, in your horror, you found a handful of banknotes on top of the dead body. You became greedy but dared not touch the things on the dead body. After a long debate, you finally decided to take the money away—that's why you waited until the performance was about to begin. It was only then that the violin was sent to the Covent Garden Theatre."

Finally, Sherlock said lightly: "In summary, it is true that you did not take the ring-but you still committed the crime of theft."

Ludwig: ...the ring is not the point now...

Wood stood up impulsively, pointed to Sherlock's nose and said:

"Sir, although I don't understand the law, I also know that the conviction is based on evidence... You are blatantly slandering me. I will file a lawsuit with the court. Just wait for the court's subpoena!"

Lestrade whispered to Ludwig pityingly:

"This is the consequence of not knowing the Holmes man—he must die a terrible death."

……

Ludwig only felt a light in his mind, and it turned on with a "ding dong".

Emma, ​​Inspector Lestrade, from this tone, you know the Holmes man very well.What kind of understanding?How do you know?Who told you about it?

It's enough of you, Inspector Lestrade, to say such indecent words on such a solemn occasion!

……

If Inspector Lestrade knew what was going on in Ludwig's mind.

He must go crazy.

……

Let's move the picture from brainstorming back to the interrogation room.

Sherlock turned his head back impatiently and continued to face the phone, without any intention of explaining:

"Isn't the evidence obvious?"

Inspector Lestrade: "Vichy, can Sherlock explain the 'obvious' things?"

Ludwig smiled politely:

"I think it's better for you, Inspector—you know the Holmes men better, don't you?"

Sherlock obviously heard the conversation between the two, because he looked up at Ludwig.

Ludwig sat upright, not looking sideways.

Lestrade: "Sherlock, we need evidence to decide the case."

Sherlock tapped his phone and said casually:

"I can't continue to indulge your mindless habits. If this continues, Scotland Yard will be banned one day."

The faces of the other two police officers present were even more disheveled.

Lestrade was helpless: "Mr. Wood, can you skip this section and finish our transcript first?"

Wood obviously took Sherlock's silence as Sherlock's guilty conscience.

He said forcefully: "I will not let go of this man who slandered me and he has to explain it."

Sherlock continued to stare at the phone unmoved, as if he hadn't heard Lestrade's words.

Ludwig poked Lestrade's arm and whispered:

"I'm sorry to interrupt your serious atmosphere, should I go to the bathroom?"

Lestrade sighed: "This kind of thing doesn't need to be reported to me...but will you let Sherlock continue to ignore it?"

"Nobody can sue Sherlock Holmes, so I'm not worried at all."

Ludwig gently opened the chair:

"Besides, the men in the Holmes family are beyond my control... Excuse me."

However, just as Ludwig stood up, Sherlock suddenly spoke:

"There are traces of artificial looseness on the piano board. As long as the truck vibrates, it will fall apart—the delivery route was designed by the murderer. He deliberately chose an unstable route, deliberately let you find the corpse in the piano, and deliberately put the corpse on the corpse. The purpose of the coins is to let you argue over whether to take the money, which has the effect of delaying time."

Lestrade looked at Ludwig reproachfully: "You should have gone to the bathroom by now."

Ludwig: "..." This has something to do with whether I can go to the bathroom or not!

Lestrade continued: "Obviously he's just waiting for you to say something."

Ludwig: Fuck that's not obvious at all!

After Lestrade finished speaking, he continued to ask Sherlock: "But why did the murderer do this?"

Sherlock glanced at Ludwig's back as he crept out:

"For the sake of time, the murderer has a special affection for the sunset, and the piano must be delivered to the theater at sunset...I hate to say it a second time."

Wood: "But that still doesn't mean I turned on the piano."

Sherlock said indifferently:

"The banknotes in your pocket can be handed over to Lestrade. The murderer put stones in the piano, and the stones were stained with oil, which in turn stained the banknotes in your pocket."

He thought for a while and added:

"The oil is homemade by Mrs Folsom in Birmingham, with the juice of the berry seeds in it, and it's unique."

Wood touched his pocket with shaking hands.

Afterwards, his face was pale, as if he had been struck by lightning, and he sat on the chair blankly.

Lestrade: "I see...then how did you know the murderer was six feet tall?"

Sherlock looked at the phone casually:

"Not only do I know the height of the murderer, I also know who the murderer is—"

Lestrade couldn't accept it for a while: "What?"

Sherlock ignored his surprise: "How long will it take for Donovan and the others to come back?"

Lestrade: "It's just for evidence collection...in another 10 minutes."

Sherlock smiled slightly and put away the phone: "Well, you can call everyone here now - we can close the case."