Detective Sherlock the Wizard and Detective

It was another new week, and Secia came to the hospital early in the morning.The door of the pharmacy room was not locked, she pushed the door open, but froze her steps, she said hoarsely:

"Bowen"

"Seccia, you are here. I have always wanted to see you, but I found myself unable to leave this room. Now that you are here, I am very happy"

"Whoever did it, who did it to you?" Secia's voice was low with restrained anger.

"No, it's not important anymore, I can see you for the last time, thank you Cecia...don't be sad, I feel very happy and comfortable...I'm leaving..." Bowen's face was unprecedented Calm, he didn't dodge, without a trace of usual embarrassment, with a calm smile, he waved gently to Secia, and his figure slowly disappeared... His soul left.

"No, Bowen! No..." Secia begged loudly in pain. Christine in the corridor rushed over after hearing it, and looked in from the door. The scene she entered made her unconsciously cover it with her hands Mouth.

"Oh my God!" What did she see?The room was in a mess, the phone was overturned, and the blood-stained statue lay next to Bowen's body.His head was hit hard, and there was a puddle of blood under his head that had already coagulated.Abnormal curvature of the entire body.

Christine took Secia's hand and pulled her out.Others rushed over one after another, and someone was calling the police.Secia took out the phone and dialed Sherlock's cell phone.

"Sherlock, can you go to Shunde London Hospital? Someone has been murdered here." Secia's hand holding the phone trembled slightly.She wants to catch the murderer, she wants to catch the murderer who killed Bowen, if Sherlock comes, he will definitely find out who is the real murderer.

"I'll come." Sherlock hung up the phone without asking anything else.Shunde London Hospital, where Secia worked, got dressed, and Sherlock hailed a taxi and rushed to the hospital.When he arrived at the scene, he saw Secia sitting at a table where someone was taking notes.

"You were the last person to see the dead, when was the last time you saw each other?"

"6 pm."

"What is your relationship with the dead?"

"...We are...friends..." Secia held a cup of steaming coffee with both hands, as if wanting to gain warmth from it.Sherlock stopped listening to their conversation and walked inside.The police officer recognized Sherlock and pulled up the warning tape to let him pass.He looked at the door, and quickly swept his hand across the door——'There is no trace of damage' first glanced around, and asked the person who looked like a forensic doctor next to him:

"Death time?"

"About 12 hours" someone opened his mouth and gave him the answer.

He walked to the corpse, squatted down, and then kneeled on the ground to examine the head of the deceased at close range, and even checked the angle of the wound with his hands, and compared the height of the deceased——the height of the murderer, 6 feet 1 inch about. (about 186cm).After examining the body from head to toe, he even found a cat hair - a Scottish fold cat.At the corners of the bottom of the murder weapon, there were dark red blood stains, which may belong to the murderer. Samples were taken with film and put into special plastic bags.There were cigarette ash on the floor, and on the table - which obviously could have belonged to the murderer, since the deceased did not smoke.At the corner of the table was found some earth and some fine white gravel - probably that of the murderer, who lived in London, and which appeared to belong to Bromory, Outer London.Sherlock came out of the room in less than 3 minutes and walked directly towards Cecia.

"How about Sherlock?" Cecia raised his head and asked.

"It only takes two experiments to know who the murderer is." Sherlock said on his face: This is a very simple case.

"Thank you." Secia stood up, eyes showing gratitude, he knew that Sherlock usually only took cases he was interested in, and this time he came here because of her call.After expressing his thanks again, Secia walked towards the person in charge of the murder case and asked, "Can I be notified when the murderer is sentenced?"

"Your cell phone number, ma'am?"

"07874033295"

"Okay, someone will let you know then."

As Sherlock said, the case was over soon, and when Sherlock told Secia who the killer was, she remembered what Bowen said to her before leaving, "It doesn't matter anymore...".He knew who killed him, but he didn't care anymore, whether he chose to forgive the murderer at the last moment——his brother, Jason.

Secia only knew that Bowen had an older sister, but didn't know that he had a younger brother, the son of his stepfather and his mother.

Bowen's biological father left his mother and his sister, and of course him, before he was even born.He later married his stepfather, who died giving birth to Jason when Bowen was 9 years old.Since then, he has become afraid to communicate with others, he has almost no friends, and his character is cowardly.His older sister, who was four years older than him, left home early and came to London alone.And their younger brother, Jason, inherited his father's violent shortcomings and is often invisible.This time, I don’t know who said that Bowen could provide him with a large amount of amphetamines (smoking is addictive and listed as a drug), but he came to Bowen but failed to get it, so he accidentally killed him in a fit of rage.

During the court session, Secia met her sister whom she had never met.With a face similar to Bowen's 7 points, when she heard the verdict—she was raped for life, she covered her face with her hands and cried in a low voice—she lost two relatives, one of whom was her favorite brother.

Jason's lifelong rape did not give Cecia any comfort.Sherlock realized that it had been a long time since he had been downstairs to have dinner with them.The bright smile on Cecia's face was gone, replaced by a pair of blue eyes with melancholy.Why?The murderer has been caught, why can't she be like before?When I am happy, I make jokes about Mrs. Hudson; because someone often rings the doorbell and complains softly to him: Oh, Sherlock, look at your business is really good, people come to the door every day, where did you advertise?Occasionally pointing fingers at his office: Sherlock, I really doubt your taste, this head in the refrigerator is too ugly, can't you pick a nice one?

This damn London weather, why has it been gloomy these days?He also became irritable.

Today there is a guest at 221b Baker Street, Bowen's sister.

"Secia, I'm Bowen's sister, you can call me Lizzy. I saw you there the other day, right? I'm here to give you this." Lizzy revealed what she had in her hand, which was a Young Scottish fold cats are only two months old at most.Its ears are pulled forward and are curved, its forehead is bulging, and its big and round eyes can see the beautiful glass blue inside.What a distressed little guy.

"Here's what Bowen was going to give you for Christmas, but he obviously can't wait until Christmas. He used to say: look, it has blue eyes, and Sethia likes it, right Lizzy?" said At this moment, Li Qi's eyes began to dazzle.

"You like it very much, right? I'm leaving." Seeing Secia hugging the cat lovingly, Lizzie felt that she had fulfilled Bowen's last wish.When she reached the door, Lizzy stopped in her tracks, and said to Cecia with complicated eyes, "Do you know that Bowen likes you very much?" Lizzy didn't need Cecia's answer. After speaking, she wrapped her clothes tightly ,Cross a street.

Watching her leave, Secia hugged the shivering kitten and closed the door.Leaning against the door, she felt very uncomfortable.Bowen has no lost soul, is it because of her?He wanted to see her for the last time, so he refused to leave. After saying goodbye to Secia, he disappeared peacefully...

Oh, at this moment, Secia suddenly wanted to talk to someone.When he walked up to the second floor, Sherlock was quickly flipping through a stack of newspapers.Secia sat on the single sofa on the right and lowered her head.

Sherlock pulled out a newspaper and began to read.

"I refused...Although I know he likes me..." Secia looked at the cat in his hand and said to himself.

"I know that Bowen likes me... From the beginning... I refused, I knew, it was impossible for me to talk to him, so I didn't give him any hope at the beginning, I'm such a hard-hearted person, aren't I? Like ..." Like Professor Snape, who once said to Dumbledore: 'I know the outcome, so I don't give her any hope. 'It turns out that I am also cruel.

Secia didn't say anything more, but the rejection of Bowen flashed in his mind, and he resolutely left no room for it.Memories from the past were also ticked off.Snape's words were merciless and he turned around without any pause.We turned out to be the same...thoughts slowly sinking into memories...Secia remembers that Bowen handed her a box of biscuits and she took it and distributed it to everyone; Ting; finally Bowen got up the courage to ask her out, she said, you're kidding, right?Just like once, she persistently followed Professor Snape for 15 years. At first, she became more and more frustrated, then became unwilling, and finally let go calmly, but it was because of——death,

After an unknown amount of time, a series of musical notes suddenly sounded in my ears...

It's the violin... Sherlock is playing the violin...

The sound of the piano seems to have a kind of magical power, slowly and quietly sweeping away the sadness, filling the heart with loss and helplessness unconsciously, and it seems to have turned into the hands of a mother, holding you in her arms, gently Slapping your back, whispering in your ear, telling you, honey, I'm always by your side...

Secia fell asleep unknowingly to the sound of the piano, and the cat was also curled up in her arms.There were still teardrops on her thick eyelashes, the tip of her nose was a little reddish, her golden hair was messily scattered on her shoulders, her body was curled up, curled up in the sofa, and a lovely toe was exposed in the air.Seeing a person and a cat sleeping on the sofa, Sherlock stopped playing the piano, went to the bedroom, took out a wool blanket, spread it on Secia's body, and did not forget to grab the cat with three fingers ,put it on the table.The animal he hates the most is cats.When he was a little Mr., there was also a cat at home, which often made a mess of his things, and then it would look at you softly with its big, moist eyes, take a glance, and then— —You are all bad.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Secia began to wake up leisurely.

"Oh, Miss Secia, I think you should go back to your own bed, if you haven't forgotten whose room it is."

Secia subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound, her wet eyes looked hazy, her consciousness seemed to have not fully awakened, and she didn't know where she was now.She seemed to recognize Sherlock's voice, and responded softly:

"Sherlock?"

Hoarse but with a sexy voice.

Sherlock met those dazed eyes, and saw that the pupils were sparkling under the light because of the tears.

damn it!He stood up abruptly.

"Take your damn cat and leave immediately!" The anger was obvious in the tone.Then he added: "Your cat, don't bring it to my place in the future!" After talking, he slammed the door of his bedroom.

Because of the loud closing sound of the door, Secia woke up completely, looked at the time, it was 3 o'clock in the morning, hugged the kitten, and returned to the bedroom, only to recall what Sherlock said just now, ah, he didn't Are cats allowed upstairs?What a poor little thing, I was disgusted on the first day.

Sherlock was lying sideways on the bed, with his knees bent, his hands folded on his chest, and he was still cursing in his heart: "Sure enough, cats are the most annoying."

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☆、Chapter 10

The author has something to say: Because I have to go out to play this afternoon, and I don’t have time to update it tonight, so I said I posted it at noon, and I won’t post it in the afternoon.Have a great weekend, everyone.