[Comprehensive] Captive villain BOSS

Moriarty tidied up his appearance, and went downstairs to eat as if nothing had happened.The new maid was still unconscious on the carpet in his living room, and Sherlock, with his long black hair, slipped out the back door with a mop and a bucket.

Although Sherlock pleaded that he just wanted to see Moriarty and didn't think so much about what would happen afterwards, Moriarty still grabbed him by the collar and beat him up.have not thought?So where was that diamond stolen from?When was the ring setting made?What annoyed him the most was that this little bastard, Sherlock, dared to do it and dare not admit it... It was obviously a parting gift, so what is the point of proposing?

Moriarty was in a bad mood, the most obvious manifestation of which was that the whole house was caught in his low air pressure.The dinner dragged on for almost an hour, and Moran didn't have the guts to ask him who the "woman" under the table was... Finally, when the dinner was over, the maid notified Sergeant Grayson of his visit, and Moriarty He restrained his emotions for a while, and his face became much more normal.

Grayson's face was not very good-looking.The current results are enough to prove that Tom Kitt is not the murderer, and the outside world has gradually voiced doubts in the past two days.Under the pressure of public opinion, he had to release the suspect.He had made a stupid mistake in the case, and Lestrade hadn't made any progress at best... If he couldn't find the real murderer before the other party, I'm afraid there would be many problems in his assessment and evaluation this year.

But he knows his own ability in his heart, and it is best to ask professionals for advice when encountering unsolvable problems.Lestrade had Holmes as his assistant, and he probably had no choice but to rely on these few.

So on tonight's visit, he kept his posture very low and behaved extremely modestly.

It didn't take long for them to get into the subject.Mrs. Kindy took out a stack of sketches and notes, and began to report on her new achievements.

"I'm sorry, I concealed a piece of information before. In fact, I had already entered that house before being kicked out by Mr. Solo."

Moriarty raised his eyebrows: "What?"

"I got up at three o'clock in the morning today, and sneaked into Mr. Solo's house when no one was around..." Mrs. Jindi calmly said, "Although it may be better to have a search warrant, I don't I am sure if I can find any clues in the house. Mr. Solo is sleeping very fast in the bedroom. I have successfully verified the details that Mrs. Watson said in the newspaper. Then if I want to find criminal evidence, I must first Imagine the process of the murder. There is no doubt that Mr. Thoreau is the first time to kill someone. He loves Miss Broad so much, he makes a compromise for her, and even wants to marry her. If he does this well at the same time If he made a murder plan, then he is too scary. Therefore, I tend to think that he killed Miss Broad by accident, so, can we find the murder tools in this house?"

Mrs. Jindy paused for a moment, sorted out her thoughts, and continued:

"Since the forensic identification is that a sharp object wounded someone, the scope of the search is obviously greatly reduced. Where will a young couple stay at ten o'clock in the evening? I think the most likely places are the bedroom and the living room. Gentlemen, you can see from this picture that although it looks very messy now, the living room of Solo's house is quite warmly arranged. And no matter how daring a person is, let him be alone at night with his own hand. The murder scene created will also be scary, so I ruled out the option of the bedroom. The living room is likely to be so messy on purpose to cover up some traces. I took a magnifying glass and searched the entire living room carefully. I found some dark red marks in the cracks in the floor under the floor...they looked like blood. So I sat on the sofa and started to imagine, if I were sitting here, I had an argument with my boyfriend, and he was agitated What is the most likely to pick up to attack me?"

She held up a piece of paper: "I glanced at the table next to the sofa, and there was an empty fruit basket on it. Obviously, it was a fruit knife."

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"Okay, now let's talk about our harvest."

In the drawing room of Watson's house, Mary held a teaching stick and pointed it at a map pinned to the wall--almost hand-drawn, because the London maps sold in the market are not so detailed.

"Maybe what I'm going to say is something that the clever Mr. Holmes has already grasped, but you don't have to interrupt me next. Obviously, along these clippings and red lines, we can see a radiating area roughly centered on the Solo family. -From near to far, neighbor's house, bar, woods, and this slaughterhouse that is said to be opened by old Mr. Solo's friend." The teaching stick drew a circle on the picture, "— —The woods and the bar are almost two opposite directions, but they are all equally close to Solo's house. It is worth noting that within this area, we found at least five sewers with traces of access. Exclude beggars and homeless people We identified two manhole covers with blood and visceral marks, one here - near the bar and the other here - in the back alley of the abattoir."

The stick clicked on two tags and stopped on the slaughterhouse.

Mary sighed, and her face was a little ugly: "I asked old Mr. Solo's friend, and he said that he did send some meat products to Jeffrey. As for what it was, he didn't pay attention, because Mr. Solo said He just wanted some expired meat to feed the dog, so he asked Jeffrey to go to the cold storage to pick out a box, and let the worker help transport it away... I asked the worker who helped transport it, and he said no He knew what was in the box, but he smelled a fishy smell. All the sausages in their factory were made by smoking, and the box had been in the warehouse for almost ten months, so how could there be such a strong fishy smell? What? He thought it might be broken, and reminded Jeffrey, but Jeffrey still took the box of sausages home..."

Except for Sherlock, basically everyone had a constipated look on their faces.

"... Well, gentlemen, this guess is very reliable, isn't it?"

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"Mr. Solo may have disposed of his murder weapon, or he may not have. I think it is unwise to continue searching for the murder weapon under the circumstances at that time, so I turned to verify my other guess. You should remember That rope, gentlemen, was long and strong, a fire-proof rope. It fixed some loose places on the fresh skeleton, prevented it from falling apart accidentally, and hung the skeleton from the tree. Whether the murderer I took it home with the remaining rope, and disposed of it directly with some easily exposed clues. We can always find some clues where it was originally... With the idea of ​​​​trying it out, I found it in the window of the attic. A nail was found next to it, and judging from the color of the wall, it was obvious that a large oval object had been hanging on the nail for many years, and of course it can be guessed that this is where the rope was originally."

"Wait, Mrs. Kindy, what do you mean to say that Geoffrey finished disposing of the body elsewhere, took the body to the woods, and then ran back home to get the bundle of rope and hang the skeleton again?" On a tree?" Grayson couldn't help but said, "Don't you think this kind of behavior is a bit too troublesome?"

"Why not guess the other way around?" asked Mrs. Kindy. "Perhaps he intended to hang his girlfriend in the woods with that rope, but in the process of hanging he changed his mind and decided to pick her into a skeleton." Woolen cloth?"

"... But what about the evidence? It doesn't make sense at all! How do you know he thinks so?"

"Maybe if you check the rope carefully, you can find some skin flakes on it. But this possibility is so remote that it can almost be ignored. In fact, I didn't think so much at the time. I just simply recorded the environment at that time. It's settled down... the morning's harvest is almost nothing, and I don't think these specious details can convict a person. The reason for this idea is still because of the visit to the slaughterhouse owner and the bar owner in the afternoon."

Mrs. Kindy held up a piece of paper with a neat and clear form.

"Young Mr. Solo has always been a heavy drinker, but during the drinking that night, he would go out and vomit almost every half hour, and come back after ten minutes... Do you know what this means?"

The author has something to say: I felt wrong while writing, I dragged out the outline... Then I found out =口=! ! !How did you get out of line! ! !So I'm going to start working hard again... Why do I feel like I'm worse than Conan's crew... [Manual goodbye.gif]

I am going to write a big chapter tomorrow!The finale in one breath!Then go to the next world hot hhhhhhh

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