Detective Sherlock the Wizard and Detective

"Miss Isaac, oh, I hope my visit won't make you feel presumptuous." Bertram Aldridge once again appeared on Baker Street. "I still miss hearing such a special piece that day, Miss Isaac, I want to ask you what that piece is

"Mr. Aldridge, why don't you come in and let me pour you a cup of tea or coffee?" Secia made a gesture of invitation.

"Oh, I think, a cup of coffee."

"I thought you would want a cup of tea." Secia came over with coffee

"Haha, you think an old man like me in his fifties prefers tea, don't you, Secia? The piece you played yesterday, you can play it anywhere if you want. I don't know whose composition it is."

Paganini.It's a pity that there is no trace of him in this time and space.This world does not have this Italian violin magician, whether it is on the Internet or in libraries, even in the 19th century in this time and space.

"Mr. Aldridge, I'm sorry, I have no right to give you this piece of music without the permission of the owner of the work, and I can't reveal his name now, but he said he would send the piece to the Gramophone when he wanted to." "." The authoritative British classical music magazine believes that his works will be treated well.Of course, this matter needs to be well planned.

Aldridge didn't get the piece, but said goodbye to Secia when he heard it would be published in "Gramophone."And asked her to come to his shop to have a look.You can try the violin in the store.Oops, really for the crafty old man.

Secia thought of Sherlock's poor piano again, and Sherlock had never taken it seriously.Served Sherlock a cup of coffee, he likes black coffee, two pieces of sugar.Bring pewter and flannelette by the way.

"Sherlock, today's coffee is delicious." When Secia went up, Sherlock was rummaging through a pile of magazines and books.

"I found it, issue 234, benzamide...thank you." After taking a sip, it was his taste. "You killed my rats, and the medicine, now I have to postpone my experiments" Sherlock glanced at Secia.

Just as Secia was about to defend himself, Sherlock pointed to the corner of the wall: "The violin is over there."

"How do you know what I'm going to do? You also know how to maintain Bloomfield?"

"Bloomfield? Why?" Sherlock had finished his coffee.He saw Secia waxing the violin.Qin was carefully placed on the table by her, and she wiped it gently like a treasure.And now, that piano actually has a name.Bloomfield?Or a nobleman?

"Oh, it can't be Blomfield, can it? Do you think he, no, she's a girl?"

Sherlock was about to say: You think I spend my time thinking about the gender of a violin.But looking at her earnestly with a questioning look in her eyes, she changed her words: "I think he is a young man, why did you think of this name?"

"Ah, I think the name suits him well. He'll like it."

Girl, you have to know, this is really not a magical creature.

"Play a song, Sherlock, I haven't heard you play it yet." The 1.8-meter-five man playing the violin should be very interesting.

"What are you going to study, gray powder? And ephedrine and benzamide? Study their symptoms?"

Let me help you, and you can play a song.

"The difference in symptoms," Sherlock explained.

Now that she has finally admitted to touching his powder, it seems that she is very concerned about researching poison in this house.

"Oh, ash powder can suffocate people to death, and the attack time is very short. Mixing ephedrine and benzamide in a certain proportion can also suffocate people, but the latter has a slightly longer reaction time, and can produce hallucinations and even nerve paralysis." Suffocation ? "Are you studying those cases that are said to be suicides?"

"It was said to be?" Sherlock took the small pen in Secia's hand and said in a few voices, "The police said it was suicide."

"Didn't you always say that their brains are as big as a goldfish? They tend to come to the most comfortable conclusions, and even common sense can be avoided. I'm curious, how did the murderer make everyone have to commit suicide? What would I do if I were to make you or Bowen commit suicide?"

"I can bring you with me next time at the scene." There was a hint of expectation in Sherlock's tone.

After Sherlock tried the notes in a mess, he played Bach's g-string aria.

Slender and tall back, slender legs, occasionally swaying gently following the melody, close-fitting suit, white shirt, chiseled face, a pair of gray eyes under the eyelashes, cold eyes with a hint of gentleness, closed eyes Lips, sexy curly hair, earlobes that make people want to bite, Adam's apple full of heterosexual charm, open neckline, the sound of the piano entangled between two people...

Do not!

This is not right!

What the hell is Sherlock doing?

How can he?

boom! ——Secia pushed the table violently, glared at Sherlock angrily, and blushed!

Sherlock stopped holding the bow and looked at her.

"you you…"

"How can you seduce me!!!"

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☆, hypnosis

"Let me come, Cecia." Lestrade saw Cecia struggling to open the door with a shopping bag in his arms, and hurried forward to take the things.

"Oh, thanks, are you here to find Sherlock?" Cecia opened the door.

"Yes, it's urgent." Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson were in the small living room when Lestrade went up, and Mrs. Hudson was reading a newspaper.

As soon as Inspector Lestrade went upstairs, Sherlock guessed that there was a fourth murder, and this time was obviously special, otherwise Lestrade, the Inspector, would not have come to the door.

"Where is the incident?" Sherlock couldn't wait to ask Lestrade as soon as he came up.

"Laureston Gardens in Biston"

"What's so special this time?" Lestrade was about to ask how you knew, "Otherwise you wouldn't have come to me."

“The Dead Leave a Last Word“

Secia saw that when Sherlock heard the word "last words", his mouth cracked into a smile like a child who stole candy.Hearing that Lestrade mentioned that the forensic doctor was Anderson this time, he restrained his smile, then turned his head to look at Cecia, and said to Lestrade, "I'll come later."

"You are a pharmacist, and you took forensic medicine in your last year of university." Sherlock said in a statement tone.

"Sherlock has investigated her." Secia came up with an affirmative answer in his heart.Still, who cares?Casually said:

"You know I only studied for one year" After studying for one year, do you want me to be a forensic doctor for you?

Sherlock approached Cecia, stopped when he was less than half a meter away from her, held her arms with both hands, looked at Cecia without blinking, with a smirk, "Do you want to go and see?" , right?" After speaking, he let go of Secia, walked across the body, went to the corner to get his coat and scarf, and Secia's voice sounded behind him:

"I'm going to get some clothes." Secia was running downstairs.

The smile in Sherlock's eyes widened.He quickly got dressed and went downstairs.Secia was already at the door, wearing her red and black striped coat, with her hands in her pockets, saw Sherlock get dressed and came out, and said to him:

"Let's go." Secia's ice-blue eyes were surprisingly bright in the dark night, and the excitement on his face couldn't be concealed.

"Sherlock, guess what clues the deceased left behind? Why did they stay? Could it be that the murderer left it on purpose to confuse us..." Secia kept discussing with Sherlock the scene of the murderer's crime. He furrowed his eyebrows thoughtfully, and after a while showed an expression of enlightenment, completely oblivious to the smile on our detective's face.The kind: I knew she'd love that smile.

When the car arrived at Lauriston Gardens, several police cars had already parked outside, and the cordon was pulled up to prevent irrelevant personnel from entering.Sherlock was also stopped by an assistant policeman named Sally Donovan, and was let in after explaining that he was invited.It can be seen that Sally doesn't like Sherlock very much, she calls him: Freak.Cecia felt that this Sally looked more like a freak, with a dark face and messy curly hair. Cecia didn't show any displeasure, and answered her words with a smirk on her face.

But Sally insisted on being her friend and giving some advice to Secia, "He likes murder cases, and he is happy when someone dies and there are cases. He is a lunatic, you'd better stay away from him."

"He likes murders because he wants them to be closed early so no more people get hurt. If you find the murderer when the first one is murdered, you won't have four dead. You should be lucky that he is willing to help you. This Sally Donovan's assistant police." Secia lost her temper.

Sherlock stopped when he heard Cecia's answer, turned to her and said, "Ceccia, follow."

Secia also put on white gloves and entered the scene of the crime, and then she was a little scared.

It wasn't because of the pink corpse lying on the ground; nor was it the hand with bloody fingers, the deceased wrote five letters on the ground with his own hand before death: RECHE; it was not the corpse spots on the corpse.

Secia was surprised because of the soul floating in the room, which was exactly the same soul as the corpse.

The middle-aged woman in the pink suit was crying loudly at the people in the room, but there was no response; no one could see her, and no one could hear her.The soul then floated in front of Secia's eyes. Seeing the tears that almost collapsed on her face, a trace of sadness flashed in Secia's heart, for this poor person, no, poor soul.

But she soon stopped feeling sorry for that soul!Because that one has already started to shout loudly:

"Ah!!! You can see me! You can see me! Ahhh!" Secia dodged almost invisible, but the ghost kept floating five centimeters away from her eyes, and her ears were full of ghosts. Her voice was so loud that Cecia was very dizzy, unconsciously touched her temple with her hand, and that one screamed again, "You heard it, you heard it, you think my screams give you a headache..." Yep, still a sharp ghost.

At this moment, Sherlock had finished examining the corpse, and he was lying on the ground once, carefully observing the five letters.

"Rache, it means revenge in German, maybe she wants to express something..." Anderson deduced with a little smugness.Yes, he also knows German, doesn't he?

"Is she German?" Sherlock didn't look up, obviously, he didn't even want to leave Anderson with a glimmer of time.This is clearly not a question, but an irony.The identity of the deceased is known from credit cards as Jennifer Wilson, a British national.

"Secia, what do you think?"

Secia wished to leave the ghost in front of him, walked to the corpse and began to observe.

"It can be seen from the plaques on the corpse that he died for about four hours. He died of suffocation. The cause of death is..." Secia was just about to say that it might be caused by some kind of drug. After following him, he started to say "He forced me to take medicine, that driver, with a gun, he is a murderer..." It can be seen that this ghost's mind is still very clear, and it can even name the driver What clothes and pants are you wearing? "He wears metal glasses, brown eyes, a little fat, looks like he is in his 40s, and his hair is..." Very detailed description, so detailed that Secia thinks the murderer If it is in front of her eyes, she can definitely recognize it at a glance.

The ghost kept looking at Secia, and Secia kept looking at her dead body.

"Died of some kind of drug, the deceased was suffocated by his own secretions." Sethia summed it up succinctly.

"Is there anything else, is that all?" Sherlock felt that Cecia could go into more detail.

"Tell him, tell him it's the driver, I knew something was wrong when he took me here..." The ghost started again!She babbled about how the driver killed her. She cleverly left her mobile phone in the car and wrote down Rache, the email password of her mobile phone, before she died.The location of the mobile phone can be known through the mobile phone positioning system.

She was still begging Cecia with all her might to tell her the truth.But in the end Secia didn't say anything.

Sherlock mentioned the pink box again, and he said that the deceased still had a pink box.Other voices either questioned, objected or asked, and of course, there was this one beside Secia.She was wrong, she shouldn't have shown even the slightest sympathy for this bird in the first place.It was terrible, her head was about to explode at the sound.

Secia walked out of the room with no expression on her face, thinking of a quieter place.Sherlock followed suit, walking past her quickly.

"Has anyone seen a pink box?" Sherlock asked the others off the field.But obviously, no one has seen it.

Sherlock hurriedly walked out, he wanted to find the pink box of the pink girl outside.Walking out of the door, he stopped again, looked back at the limp and lifeless Secia, glanced at her bald neck, and walked towards her while taking off his scarf. In his eyes, he tied her up and "you can take a taxi on the main road" After finishing speaking, he left quickly.

The ghost's voice was no longer in his ears, he touched the woolen scarf around his neck, and looked at Sherlock's tall figure not far away, all the discomfort in the room just now disappeared.

Who says Sherlock has no manners?He is obviously a gentleman.

I walked slowly for a long way, and I was a little hungry.In a [-]-hour pastry shop, I ordered a cup of hot coffee and ate some dessert.Today's Sherlock was unusually gentle, and he didn't use sharp words to mock her for not having a high IQ. Of course, his sarcasm towards Anderson could be ignored.His speculation about the dead body in the room is great too!Give me his scarf back, oops, how does his figure walking in the dark look like acting in a movie, so stylish.

More than two hours later, Secia returned to the residence.Huh, Sherlock?

"You just got back, Sherlock? Have you found the chest?"

"Oh, Secia, are you lost and you just came back now? The box was found, but the phone was not inside. I sent a text message on your phone, but I didn't catch him."

"My phone?" Why did you take my phone?Not saying a word.

Sherlock handed her the phone "My number shortcut key is [-]"

"Oh, you are back, go upstairs and have a look," Mrs. Hudson said when she saw the two people entering the room together.

Sherlock's room is a mess.Lestrade and John are searching Sherlock's room on the grounds of anti-narcotics.They saw the pink box in Sherlock's room and started arguing again.Said that Sherlock must be an anti-social personality, lacks ethics and morals, and has no normal emotions, while Sherlock said that he claims to be a high-IQ anti-social personality, high IQ!And those five letters.It is said to be the dead daughter of the deceased, her name.

Oh, it turned out that the ghost was still a mother, thinking of the mad lady begging "tell him, tell him, that's my email password, the murderer is the driver..." Cecia decided to help her.

"rache is the email password bound to her mobile phone. The mobile phone may be left with the murderer, and she should be able to find it through location." Hearing Secia's reminder, someone took out the computer.

"Oh yes, password, the deceased is very smart, she left bread crumbs, you are also very smart, Secia." Sherlock looked at Secia, he made a wise choice today, didn't he?

Hearing the doorbell downstairs, Cecia opened the door.

"Someone called a taxi here, here comes the taxi"

"He wears glasses with metal frames, brown eyes, a little fat, looks like he is in his 40s, and his hair is..." The outline of the murderer flashed in his mind, even the color of the clothes was similar.

He is a murderer!Ha, now you still dare to come to the door arrogantly, to laugh at Sherlock for not catching him earlier?

You are here, of course I want to treat you well!

When he opened the door, Secia had a heartbroken look on his face.

"Oh, sir, please help me, someone upstairs is injured and left a lot of blood, he needs to go to the hospital, sir, please, please help me," he said while pulling Mr. Murderer, "please help me carry him Get in the car, okay, I...I will be very grateful to you", Secia looked at him with tears in his eyes, begging.Mr. Murderer looked at this young young girl, forgot the original intention of coming here, and was dragged upstairs.Secia still didn't forget to say as he walked, "Upstairs, sir, you are such a good person..."

A voice came from the room, "Located on Baker Street, wait, [-]b Baker Street...why..."

"Look, I just said Sherlock is suspicious" still arguing.Are men naturally good at fighting?

Only Sherlock noticed Cecia pulling a man in.

"It's not that someone left a lot..." Mr. Murderer felt something was wrong when he saw so many people upstairs, and just about to turn around and leave, Secia picked up the baseball bat next to him and threw it on his back——

Mr. Murderer fell to the ground and didn't get up for a long time.

There was no sound around. ． ．

Every eye looked from the bat in Secia's hands to the victim on the ground, stunned.They want to ask, what are you doing, girl?Sherlock walked up to Secia, not knowing whether to prevent Secia from attacking again or prevent the people on the ground from getting up to fight back.

"He's a murderer," Secia said directly.The others were at a loss.

"Didn't you just say that the mobile phone was located at [-]b Baker Street, now, he is the only person here. Of course, I said, stranger, he must have a mobile phone with him."

Secia said he was the murderer, a taxi driver who just came to the door?He also heard the doorbell just now, and Sherlock was thinking in his mind.

Although he didn't quite believe Cecia's words, someone came forward to search him.

First found a gun, but it was fake; then found a mobile phone --- pink.Originally belonged to Jennifer, the cell phone of the deceased.

"No, I didn't do anything, it was a fake gun, that cell phone, that cell phone I picked up on the road," the driver argued.

"Yes, we can't prove that he is the murderer because we found a mobile phone." Anderson began to show off his legal knowledge, and stupidly gave an affirmative answer.

"Yes, you can't convict me just because I picked up a cell phone and a toy gun, I want, I want to sue you, sue you for framing, and the girl just now," he looked for Sherlock Secia behind, I want to sue her for intentional wounding, and I will demand double financial compensation. ． ． ． ． ． "

Secia listened to the killer's words.

Very hot!Are all murderers this arrogant?

Double compensation?Secia is very hot right now, very hot.

Putting his hand in his pocket, a bottle of Veritaserum suddenly appeared in his palm.He turned to the kitchen and got a cup of coffee.

"I'm sorry, I, I was too impulsive. I shouldn't have hurt you just now. Please, please forgive me. I'm sorry." Secia's expression was very sincere, and she held a cup of coffee in her hand, with a pious attitude and steaming.

He held the coffee in his hand for [-] seconds - he was picked up.

The temperature is just right, neither hot nor cold.Finish it in one gulp, Mr. Murderer, look how considerate I am.

The coffee was finished, and it seemed that he was thirsty too.

well.

"Mr. Murderer, it's not easy for you. After working all day, there is almost no rest, only a cup of coffee." Secia took the cup and said.

"I can accept your apology, but you still want financial compensation, because of the intentional injury just now... What did you say, Mr. Murderer?"

Cecia ignored him, and kicked the sounding body in front of him violently on the right one.

Everyone was stunned again.Looking at Secia with all eyes, everyone except Sherlock took a small step back unconsciously.

"You..." Before the angry words came out of the mouth that had just drank coffee, Secia began to ask.

"Why is that pink phone on you?"

"She took my car, left her phone on it, and I got it." Ah, what he wanted to say was that he picked it up on the side of the road!

"How did you kill Jennifer, the pink lady?"

"I threatened her with a gun and took the medicine." The driver's eyes widened in horror. This is not what he wanted to say!

"How many people did you kill in total?"

"Four, except for today's one, I also killed the three that were said to be suicides before. It took me a month to kill four, which is very powerful..." No, what did I say? ! ?Why can't I control my mouth?

"Is the poison on you?" No.

"It's... ah, it's hidden in this little slit in the left sleeve... ah, I..." Someone stepped forward to look through his sleeve, and sure enough, he found several pills.

Secia pressed the phone's recording stop button. Yes, she recorded the audio just now and gave the phone to Detective Lestrade. In this way, there is no excuse.

"Now, you can arrest him."

Before long, the house returned to its previous calm.

"Why did he answer your question and admit that he was the murderer?" After there were only two people left in the room, Sherlock took the washed coffee cup and smelled it, but there was no smell.He raised his head and looked into Cecia's eyes.

"Sherlock, haven't you heard of—hypnosis?"

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☆, tempting dinner