In short, the temporary joint combat command (?) was established in 221B. Although it is a joint case, it is obvious that everyone is only exchanging information with each other and has no sense of cooperation.

Needless to say, Sherlock, this guy fools people, even Dr. Watson, and he cheats a lot. It is difficult to cooperate with others. He thinks that other people are goldfish, the kind who have no brains. Rolle felt that only a person like Dr. Watson who has no temper can stand Sherlock.

Henry...Henry handles the case with a stream of consciousness, he pays attention to the clues observed from the corpse, and speaks for the dead, so the angle of handling the case is different from others.

As for Carol and Rhett, they cooperated very well, an excellent team, and there was always an inexplicable tacit understanding among the team members.

Henry followed Sherlock and Watson to the morgue, and he was going to see the corpse.

Carol and Reid found the assistant of the dead rich man in the name of detectives.

The rich man died alone on the street, and the assistant around him didn't even know about it. There must be something wrong with it, so they wanted to meet this assistant. After all, as the last person the rich man saw, he was very suspicious. big.

However, FBI agents who usually represent the officialdom, pretending to be detectives in other countries, always feel a little guilty.

Forcibly suppressing the hand that presented the ID, Carol glanced at Reid, who thought similarly to him, and stopped the man who came out of the building in front of him——

"Mr. Miller? Hello, we are... Cough, entrusted by Mrs. Megson to handle the case of Mr. Megson's death, so I have some questions and I want to check with you." Carol almost said bald Mouth.

Miller is a gentle-looking young man who looks only a little stronger than Rhett. Wearing a suit and tie, he looks like an elite white-collar worker.

His eyes swished to Carol: "Dead? Mr. Megson is dead?!"

"Don't you know?" Rhett asked with his hands in his pockets.

"Sorry, I don't know, this is really shocking news." He forced a smile, hesitated, and followed the two to a nearby coffee shop.

"Ask a detective?"

"Yes, we are consulting detectives. Can you tell me when you last saw Mr. Megson?" Although he was using the name of a detective, Reid's questioning felt like he was interrogating a prisoner.

Miller stirred the quilt and pulled out a coffee with a beautiful pattern, messed up the pattern, thought about it, and then continued.

"The afternoon before yesterday, Mr. Megson said that he had an appointment, so he finished the work early - that afternoon, he talked about a 500 million list, and the husband was very happy... and gave us a vacation for two days Fake...as you can see, I just started work this afternoon."

"Dating? Do you know who it is?"

"I don't know, but I really haven't seen Mr. Megson since then."

……

"The deceased, Ivan Megson, was 48 years old. The cause of death was that the cerebellum was hit by some kind of weapon at a vector angle of 23 degrees, resulting in a fractured skull." Henry took off his white coat and said to the little girl who was recording next to him. Slightly nodded, "The time of death was more than 37 hours. Considering the temperature, the degree of decay of the corpse is not deep. Of course, after his death, he was dragged artificially."

"There are fragments of artificial fur in the fingers, which may be on the murderer's body. He is wearing a suit, but it is obviously not serious for formal occasions. The tie is red, but he does not like red, and the chemical detected on the skin Ingredients... Perfume? He is dating a beautiful lady, and our Mr. Megson is not in a happy marriage." Henry tilted his head, "It can even be said to be very bad, so he met outside A beautiful lady."

"A beautiful lady?" Watson, as a straight steel man, couldn't tell from the body that the deceased's date was a beautiful lady.

In fact, neither can Henry.

"Diamond..." He pointed to the pocket of Megson's suit jacket, "It seems to have fallen from something, it is beautiful, the perfect cutting process is priceless, such a treasure, of course it is given to the lady you love of."

Watson: "???" He looked at Henry suspiciously, and Henry looked at Watson with a smile, raising his eyebrows.

understood?Know a big head ghost!

Henry shook his head and continued.

"There are food residues in the stomach, his last meal had steak, red wine... um, good taste..."

"Yes, but it was a man who killed him." Sherlock felt that he couldn't watch Henry show by himself, so he also stepped in. "Girls don't have that much strength, especially in high heels and a corset." Ladies in dresses, for the sake of being pretty or looking better, don’t eat before a date, so she may not have much energy.”

"The note left at the crime scene, the murderer was demonstrating...but what was his reason for killing Megson? What was his motive?"

Watson: "..."

"Probably not alone?" he guessed.

People and ghosts are showing off.

He had thought that Dr. Henry and him would have a lot in common, but in fact Henry and he did get along, but why did all the seemingly normal people he knew become weird when they came into contact with the case.

It seems that something is hanging up.

Henry and Sherlock looked at each other with fighting spirit in their eyes.

By the time Carol and Rhett profiled Mr. Assistant and Mrs. Megson, and returned to 221B, Henry and Sherlock had already roughly inferred the scene at that time, except that they didn't know who the murderer was.

"Kaman?" Henry wondered.

Reid didn't think so, "I don't think so, Kaman seems to have come up with an idea... The crime scene was chaotic, and the killer had a personal grievance with Mr. Megson, and shot at Mr. Megson in a fit of rage. , and then robbed the money, pretending to be a robbery, but what appeared on the scene, it seemed that someone had helped him deal with it, and I don’t know what the purpose was.”

"If you say that, I will think that the person you are looking for is Moriarty." Watson said, "He is the best at doing these things."

"His target should be Carol. These notes are to remind you where to find him, but since you can't understand...he may make the next move." Sherlock looked a little contemptuous of Carol .

Carol: "..."

His mind was spinning wildly, but there was really too little information, and——

"This is more terrifying than him killing someone himself..."

As long as he does it himself, they will catch him very quickly, because he is afraid that he will shrink into the mouse hole, not come out, and play tricks behind his back.

Can't grasp, no extra clues, play with them in the palm of your hand.

"This is not the first time he has sent you a letter. Didn't he send you an e-mail for the case of Boston Reaper last time?" Rhett suddenly thought of something, "How did you guess the puzzle last time?" ?”

Carol: "...the mystery at that time... was largely to disturb my mind, he first revealed his identity..."

Rhett nodded and did not bring up the subject any more.

Since it is related to Carol's past, it is not suitable to talk about it here.

Sherlock looked at Carol and Rhett, then at Henry, and nodded thoughtfully.

"The murderer is not Mrs. Megson, nor her assistant. Although they have some ulterior secrets, it has nothing to do with this case. However, Mrs. Megson has thoughts about this, but it hasn't had time yet." If you do it, the person will die, so it's still a favor for her." Carol told them what they found.

"Insurance fraud, Mrs. Megson bought a huge amount of insurance for her husband, and insured the family's diamond-studded statue of the Virgin Mary...so she had an incentive to kill Mr. Megson, but unfortunately, Mr. Megson didn't wait." How strange this sentence sounds.

"Start with the lady who was dating Megson...I know where she is..." Sherlock and Watson were going to test the lady, "Is anyone going?"

"..." shaking head*3

After Sherlock left, Henry and Rhett stared at Carol.

"……What's wrong?"

"Tell me, how did you guess that riddle? This time he may remind you like this again. His purpose is to destroy you, so this content..." Reid didn't finish his sentence, but the people present Who are the people, and instantly understood what he meant.

Henry stared at Carol, and suddenly got something. He couldn't help but think of the panicked feeling he had when Adam called him for the first time, which still lingers in his heart.

"..." Carol sat down, "I don't think this is accurate. There are many things that make me regret. I have experienced too many things, so some things will always be selectively forgotten. If you don't guide them, I don’t think about it automatically,” he said.

In fact, it’s because although he had a lot of bright moments (not), his years were all bloody and muddy. Even Henry died so many times that he probably couldn’t remember how he died. He never paid much attention to things that could make him feel hopeless.

"The puzzle from last time...it's not actually a puzzle, it's a place. You know that feeling, right? The feeling of being called a secret..."

Henry nodded.

"So I knew that that guy and I came from the same place. Of course, the purpose is unknown."

"The story you told was true." Rhett pursed his lips.

"Of course, do I seem to be such a liar? A room full of profilers..." Carol complained, "You don't know the way Hodge looked at me at that time, I feel like I'm almost finished."

Rhett: "..."

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