[Comprehensive] Captive villain BOSS

"……Do not……"

Comprehending the meaning of Mary's words, Lestrade's face suddenly became very ugly: "...Sausage? Are you sure you are not joking, Mrs. Watson?"

"I also hope that this is a joke, and I also hope that my guess is wrong. Jeffrey's method of disposing of the corpse is actually throwing the minced meat and internal organs into the sewer, and summoning a group of insatiable rats to eat in just a few hours. so that even Scotland Yard found only a few bloodstains." Mary sighed, "what better place to dispose of a body than a slaughterhouse? It's full of minced meat, internal organs and blood Taste, there are plenty of other tools for this kind of thing.”

"...Maybe he still has a little conscience?" Watson's face was also a little bright, "...he could have used a ready-made boning knife to do this, which is convenient and light...I'm sorry...vomit... And ended up with a small ax?"

"I don't think so..." Mary took a deep breath, suppressing the churning illusion in her stomach, "First of all, we have to figure out why Jeffrey chose to dispose of the corpse in this way? He was young and rich, I mean, according to According to the logic of ordinary people, after killing someone by mistake, they should either hire a lawyer for themselves and then turn themselves in, or hide the body and abscond overseas with money... This is the choice that normal people would make? But judging from the case itself, But the murderer seems to intend to make it an unsolved case, displaying the dead body in a high-profile way, causing panic, creating suspicion, and diverting attention... What good will it do him?"

"Isn't it a benefit that he can win the sympathy of the public without having to give up his social identity and status?" Lestrade said.

"If it were you, Inspector, would you have thought of this the first time after you accidentally killed someone?" Mary asked back, "What's more, Jeffrey's resume is clean and he has never had any criminal history. He obviously They are not the kind of people with particularly bright minds, otherwise it is impossible for them to fail many times in their ventures and be trapped by Eleanor... Thinking of the testimony of the neighbor's wife, I can easily think of such a scene: Jeffrey didn't realize it at first. When he accidentally killed Eleanor, he just stabbed Eleanor, and then heard her screaming. He rushed out of the house in panic, shouting that sentence under cover, but in fact he didn't It was good to know what to do. He went round and came home by the back door and found Eleanor dead. Of course he didn't want to kill Eleanor, but the big mistake was made. What was to be done next? Maybe the neighbors heard the house just now, but he came back through the back door and no one noticed him. Maybe he could dispose of the body quietly, and then come back as if nothing happened, pretending that Eleanor disappeared after a quarrel with him, so that You can clean yourself up."

"...It seems to make sense," Lestrade was a little surprised, "Sherlock, what do you say?"

Sherlock was staring at his fingers absently, without answering.Watson pushed him: "Sherlock?"

"...Huh? I think it makes sense, Mary, please continue." Sherlock raised his head reflexively.

"There's something wrong with your condition," Watson looked at him suspiciously. "Morphine?"

"No no no John, you should have said 'morphine or cocaine?'"

Watson glared at him angrily: "Are you still going to take cocaine!?"

"Yeah, I assumed a life without Moriarty, and felt like I'd be on drugs for the rest of my life," Sherlock muttered, "So I-why bother?"

"Sherlock Holmes!"

"Mr. Watson?" Mary put on a straight face and knocked on the wall displeasedly, "Can we change the time for you to duel?"

Watson turned his head resentfully.

"Then, Geoffrey began to think about what to do with the body." Mary continued, "but when the clock struck ten o'clock, he suddenly thought that he had to explain what he did after he ran out of the house, otherwise others would find Eleanor missing. In the future, wouldn't the first one still be suspicious of him?"

/

"What does that mean?" Grayson asked quite cooperatively.

"It's such a coincidence that the slaughterhouse is behind the tavern, with a distance of less than 100 meters, and there happen to be such two inspection wells in the back door of the tavern and the yard of the slaughterhouse." Mrs. Jindi said seriously, " Why does a person who drinks a lot go out and vomit frequently? This is the tavern that Mr. Solo often goes to. The boss and the guys are very aware of his drinking capacity, so they are surprised by this, and bet that he will drink as much as he wants. They will go out to vomit once. They clearly remember that Mr. Solo vomited four times in total. He drank alone, didn’t talk to anyone, and ran to the back alley staggering against the wall every half hour. We all Knowing that there will be no one in the slaughterhouse at this point, and it only takes a few minutes to cross a distance of 100 meters from the manhole, he can transport the corpse to the slaughterhouse, and vent his anger without anyone noticing."

"But didn't anyone notice the strangeness of the ten minutes of his disappearance?" Grayson said.

"That tavern has its regular clientele, and strangers rarely break in. Mr. Thoreau poured out a lot of pounds as soon as he entered, paying for all the people drinking tonight. When he disappeared for the first time, he did Someone expressed concern for him and ran out to look for him, but was scolded by Mr. Solo who was waiting there; and in the end, everyone was drunk, who would remember Mr. Solo's disappearance? They only remembered Solo's disappearance. Mr. Luo accompanied them to a night of carnival for nearly two hours, which is an excellent alibi."

"But these things can be known with a little investigation..." Grayson said unconvinced.

Mrs. Jindy smiled all over her face: "So have you found out?"

Grayson: "..."

"Mr. Solo knows that you can't think of this, and you don't even think that he completed the transportation of the corpse through the sewer, but only thought that he discarded the broken corpse in the sewer." Mrs. Jindy said unceremoniously, "In the old Solo Before they got rich, they lived in the slums. Mr. Solo and Mr. Kit were very good playmates when they were young. They spent more than ten years traveling and adventuring in this city together. They are like those little slickers on the street. Guaranteed to know better than you which wall has a hole under it, and which sewer entrance leads directly to Buckingham Palace. Of course he will instinctively think of solving the problem in this way."

/

"But don't forget that he only has two hours to dispose of the corpse, and at the same time, he has to make a disguise in the bar." Lestrade said, "How did he do it in such a short period of time?"

"Who said there are only two hours?" Mary showed a surprised expression instead, "He has almost three hours to do this, and this time is enough."

Lestrade frowned and said, "We have verified that Jeffrey left the house before ten o'clock, arrived at Tom Kitt's place around eleven o'clock, and arrived at the bar around twelve o'clock..."

Mary: "John, do you feel the same way?"

Watson: "Huh? What? Isn't it? It's almost two miles from Solo's house to where Kit lives. An hour's walk is normal, I think."

Mary was tired and said: "Yes, it will take an hour to walk, but what if he came back and forth by carriage? The carriages have not stopped running at this time! I have already sent a letter to the newspaper, asking them to publish an article for me. With such a small piece of information, the result should be known tomorrow.”

Watson touched his nose in embarrassment: "Uh, it seems to make sense. Continue?"

"My hypothesis is based on the possibility of him using a carriage to go back and forth." Mary continued, "Think about it with a normal person's thinking. A couple just quarreled because of emotional problems, and the woman didn't know what to do after the quarrel. He disappeared, and the man rushed out of the door in anger, and ran to find the culprit who caused their quarrel to settle accounts - which made sense. He could hide the body first, and then go to Kit in a carriage, as long as he got off a street away , he can pretend that he came here on foot, and virtually make up for the lost time. Then when he returns home, he can shout the news of his girlfriend's disappearance, and no one will suspect him.

"But the bad thing is that he doesn't know what to do with his girlfriend's body. This time is enough for him to clean up the murder scene, but where will his girlfriend's body be hidden? It must not be hidden in his own house. It is easy to be found, and the best nearby place to dump corpses seems to be the grove. But the grove is about half an hour away from him. After going to the grove, he went to a slightly bustling street to find a taxi. Not to mention that he had to bury the body to prevent it from being discovered for a short period of time, which was far beyond the time he could cover up, so this plan had to be abandoned."

Watson said thoughtfully, "Since you can't pretend to be missing, why not just pretend to be a well-planned murder?"

"He almost succeeded." Mary shrugged. "The iconic red hair that was left on purpose makes it easy to think that the murderer hates women with this feature. Making the corpse into a skeleton can cover up some problems on the one hand. On the one hand, traces of crime can also play a shocking role-and who would have thought that an infatuated man would do such a cruel thing to his beloved woman? And there was Jack the Ripper first, he must hope that the police would think of this It may be a serial murder case, but unfortunately the conditions are not good. We ruled out the possibility of a stranger committing the crime, but Mr. Kit stood in front of him. He created a 'perfect' alibi for himself. Who can accuse him of being murderer?"

"But how did he come up with the idea of ​​disposing of the body in this way?" asked Lestrade.

/

"People tend to follow their instincts when they panic, and they will grab the most familiar way to solve it." Mrs. Kindy said, "It is not difficult to summarize the following information from Mr. Solo: the sewer he is familiar with The Internet, the tavern he’s taken to drink every night for months, and a slaughterhouse run by his father’s friend. And these three are connected to each other, and they are the most familiar things he can grab, So it's easy to imagine that the body could be transported through the sewer, that the whole tavern could provide an alibi, and that the body could be disposed of in a slaughterhouse."

"...Why do you have to mention the slaughterhouse?" Moran asked, "How could you doubt this?"

"Sausage, sir, sausage!" Mrs. Kindy kept smiling, "I asked the owner of the slaughterhouse, and he told me that Mr. Solo did take some expired meat products from him, but those sausages in the kitchen Apparently all freshly cured...plus, who makes sausages in the summer? The heat spoils them easily. The meat isn't for himself either, it's for the dogs, but remember Mrs. Watson's report? The dog didn't want to eat the sausage, even though he was so hungry that he didn't even have the energy to bark because of my arrival. I had to think of something very terrible, so I recalled The weight of the sausages I have seen is not too much, but it is not too much. It is almost sixty catties... Add in the blood loss and the weight of the bones, and calculate Miss Broad's height and body, which is about the same. Exactly Miss Broad's weight."

She had basically made her point clear, and Grayson's face suddenly became extremely ugly: "...I bought bacon there two days ago... Ugh..."

Moran's face was also very ugly: "... Mrs. Jindy, I think my recipe should be changed appropriately..."

"I will serve you wholeheartedly, Mr. Moran." Mrs. Jindy bent over and continued, "We have just looked at this timetable, and in this way, Mr. Solo has replaced enough for him to finish disposing of the corpse. time……"

"But what about the rope?" Grayson interrupted her. "You haven't explained what the rope is? There are plenty of ropes available in the slaughterhouse. If you lose a bundle or two, you won't be noticed, and they are the most common. The material, why did he use fireproof rope that is easier to identify?"

"Mr. Grayson, this is just my reasonable guess based on the facts of Mr. Solo's crime. From the testimony of the tavern owner and the slaughterhouse owner, we have been able to determine the crime process, and the bundle of ropes was indeed in the attic. It was indeed taken away by someone in the past few days, and a fire rope did appear at the scene of the murder, and we did not find any more logical factors than this in other information related to the murder.' As long as Excluding all the impossibilities, the rest, no matter how unbelievable it may seem, will be the truth closest to the facts'—not to mention that such information can be easily combined, which is not an unbelievable thing? "

"A famous quote from Sherlock Holmes," muttered Grayson, "but how did he transport the body to the bar?"

/

"Is it still a sewer?"

Lestrade guessed, and then overturned his guess: "No, we have investigated the environment there, the sewer network is intricate, even if you walk on the ground, it will take at least 10 minutes to get from Solo's house to the tavern. , let alone in the sewers?"

"Perhaps it was transported in a carriage?" Watson speculated. "He could pretend that it was his sleeping companion, and then travel a mile to reach the bar..."

Mary gave an amazed expression. "Dear John! Oh, you are wonderful, yes, this is the key-"

Watson couldn't help showing a hint of pride on his face: "It's nothing, Holmes and I have encountered even more difficult..."

Mary had already turned around, and the stick pointed at the icon of the tavern: "That's right! Jeffrey brought Eleanor's body there in a grand manner. Jeffrey lives in such a remote place. The possibility of renting a carriage is very slim, and it is easier to find a carriage only in areas with a bustling nightlife near the tavern. Combined with the time when he arrived at Kit’s house, we can easily conclude that Jeffrey first took Eleanor away I hid the dead body under a familiar manhole cover, and then hired a cab to Kit’s house, so that the time gap in between could be filled.”

"..." Watson touched his nose embarrassingly.Lestrade gave him a sympathetic look, and Watson muttered angrily, "I got used to it when I was friends with Holmes."

Lestrade pretended not to hear, but in fact he was used to it a long time ago: "...But how did he safely avoid everyone's sight and walk a mile with the corpse?"

"I remember you found Eleanor's clothing fragments at the scene, Inspector?" Mary raised her eyebrows and looked at Lestrade, "I saw that your agent wrote 'Irregular Red Flowers' on the record. '...But in fact, it was supposed to be a plain silk dress, and I just happened to have an identical one...The dye of this silk dress will fade when it meets alcohol. Apparently Eleanor was once A lot of wine was spilled. Why would the murderer do that?"

Watson suddenly said: "The murderer disguised the body as a drunk, so that the two drunks could walk across the street stiffly and staggeringly without any suspicion!"

"Yes, and it has to be mistaken for two men, not a man and a woman. Eleanor is tall enough, and Geoffrey just needs to wrap her in a little more clothes to hide her long hair. If you search the back alley of the bar now, you may still find the clothes that were wrapped around Eleanor."

Lestrade immediately stood up: "I'm going to find someone to arrest Jeffrey!"

/

Moriarty raised his hand lazily: "It's better to be quick, lest someone preempt you."

Grayson stood up both excitedly and nervously, and bowed to Moriarty: "Thank you for your help, Colonel..."

Moran frowned and said, "However, I still don't understand why he impulsively killed the woman he loved? He endured the woman's theft, endured the woman's betrayal, endured the That woman's cleanliness problem, he loves that woman to the point of begging for mercy, why does he still have the urge to kill?"

/

"Oh, you're almost on the verge of grasping the truth, John." Sherlock patted Watson on the shoulder, "Actually, three-quarters of the people in the world are only one step away from the truth, but they are Unexpected."

"When did we start calling each other names, Holmes?" Watson asked unhappily. "What is the truth?"

Sherlock sighed.Another familiar line.

"The key is in your hand." Sherlock looked at Watson seriously, "Come on, look at me...do you remember to remind me?"

The light seemed to be distorted, and Watson was in a trance for a while: "Morphine? Or..."

Sherlock stood up suddenly and ran out.Watson suddenly woke up: "Holmes? Holmes! Where are you going?"

Mary pressed his shoulders and hugged him gently: "You always let him deal with the big things in life first...John."

/

"Well... I have something to tell you, Professor."

Moran stopped Moriarty and said hesitantly: "That... was in your room before... Mrs. Kindy told me that maybe I should introduce you to some famous ladies... You are still young, Professor, if you really need……"

Moriarty: "... what?"

Moran: "...do you prefer the muscular type with black hair and big feet?"

Moriarty took a deep breath and smiled calmly.

"No, I especially like the tall, thin, curly-haired, sullen type. I really want people to step on his little head when I see it~"

Moran: "..."

"Okay, remember what I said." Moriarty patted him on the shoulder, "Don't hesitate... seize the opportunity in your hand."

Moran nodded cautiously and watched him go up the stairs.

/

Carefully dripping two drops of oil on the door hinge, Sherlock quietly pushed open the door of the study.

Moriarty stood in front of the bookshelf, holding a dim kerosene lamp in his hand: "You know I'm here?"

"I saw the book you were holding this afternoon." Sherlock exhaled softly, "That's not something that should appear in this world."

"Toxic Magic, by Godlott." Moriarty turned around, his eyes darkened under the light, "a product of the world of Harry Potter."

"I think you should want to talk to me about this... my mind palace." Sherlock stared at Moriarty, looking almost greedily at the familiar face, "Layer by layer, layer by layer... …but there's always a thread that pulls me back to the ground."

Moriarty laughed sarcastically: "Yeah, I thought it was God's favor for me, and it turned out to be just a stepping stone to heaven...Magic?" He spread his left hand, and the wand seemed to be under gravity squeezed, twisted and turned into a gray-black powder, "Mysterious power? Memory? Even myself exists for you. In your thinking palace, you are a god."

"But I'm sure you're real!" Sherlock stepped forward, his voice trembling strangely, "You're real, definitely not a character in my fantasy. You're not another personality of mine, not created by my thinking. Of...you are real, Moriarty, only you are unique and irreplaceable..."

"How could you be without me?" Moriarty said in a strange tone, "Without me, the whole world would lose color, right? I can't even remember why I was so keen on playing games with you in the first place. Maybe It's your ambivalence that says you don't want to but is honest in your heart is so attractive that I'm interested. But now you've been the same, you've overcome your weaknesses...except me, who was created by you I."

Sherlock immediately said: "You are not..."

"Of course I'm not!" Moriarty grabbed Sherlock by the neck and threw him to the ground: "A character living in your fantasy? How fucking horny are you, Sherlock Sherlock Holmes!! I warned you a long time ago, I-is-your-weak-spot-!" He hit Sherlock hard on the cheekbone, ignoring how painful his hand was rubbed, "If you If you can't recognize what is reality, you will die in a dream forever!!"

He let go of his left hand and slapped Sherlock heartily.The diamond turned into the palm of his hand easily scratched a bloodstain on Sherlock's face, and Sherlock immediately hissed: "...Of course I recognize it clearly——"

"Then you grab the clues and go back to the second dream?" Moriarty mocked, "John, Mary, Lestrade...any one is enough to provide you with a clue to return to the upper dream." The key, you have already mastered the method to open the treasure chest through grinding, so why don't you hurry back to your sleeping world?"

"...Jamie..." Sherlock sat up halfway with a wry smile, wiping the blood on his face, "I just want to..."

"A farewell?" Moriarty shook his hand, and the jewel flashed like lightning, "This parting gift is quite expensive, huh?"

Sherlock suddenly said seriously: "I love you, Jim."

Moriarty looked at him condescendingly, smiled suddenly, and walked to the window with a lantern: "Actually, it's nothing, you should know the reason why I stay up here in the middle of the night... Actually, I also want to say goodbye to you. "

His voice was unbelievably gentle, Sherlock was startled, and his expression became serious: "Wait—we haven't revealed the answer—"

"Obsessive-compulsive disorder." Moriarty said calmly, "Jeffrey Solo is young and strong, handsome and rich in gold. The only shortcoming is that he has very ugly teeth. And Eleanor Broad is a patient with obsessive-compulsive disorder." , what she can't stand the most is chaos, but the person next to her pillow has such a mouthful of teeth... Everyone has a bottom line, and Jeffrey didn't always grow up in wealth, he was full of inferiority complex, the only thing he could do It is handsome appearance and family wealth, but Eleanor neither pays attention to his money, nor thinks how handsome he is, and even thinks he is not as good as Tom Kit, at least Kit has a clean tooth... "

"And Eleanor is only and lively, but Geoffrey locked her in the house for several months. She must have been unable to bear it before she had a quarrel with Geoffrey, and in the last quarrel , she counted Geoffrey's shortcomings, and started attacking his teeth." Sherlock added, "The angrier he was, the happier she was, until finally she paid the price for speaking out... In front of her, Jeffrey has nothing left, and his last dignity has been torn to pieces, he must be looking for something to scare Eleanor and tell her to shut up, but he just has a knife in hand."

Moriarty laughed: "That's good, the voice is very emotional, you should go to compete for the best dubbing award." He lifted the kerosene lamp in his hand, facing the light, and slowly turned the knob, "The angle is good... …goodbye."

The glass made a crisp sound, and pieces shattered.A brilliant flower exploded on Moriarty's head, gems shone under the lamp, and the world fell into darkness.

The author has something to say: [Smiling with nothing to love] Hmm...for the sake of being so fat...don't worry about the shoddy case...I apologize to the Conan crew QWQ At first I thought it was all off-topic In the end, it’s better to take off the outline after picking up the outline...QWQ[Smile without love]

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