[Shenxia Tongren] My dear brothers and adults

Lestrade grabbed Sherlock's hand, gave him a firm hug, and said, "Long time no see, you little bastard. Next time you can't remember my name, I'll make you look good."

"You will not."

"Well," Lestrade glared at him, still somewhat dignified.

Sherlock turned his head away and said, "Well, I'll try."

"Then come in," Lestrade said as he led the people in, "the body has been moved away, and the crime scene is still there. You can see that this is the murder in a secret room, which is the favorite of novelists. The kind you wrote."

Sherlock sneered when he heard this.

"Lestrade heard this, opened the door without a word, let him in, led him to the window and said: "Before this, the door was locked from the inside, and the window was opened, but there were ivy and flowerbeds under the window, I checked both of them myself and there is no trace. "

"Oh." Sherlock responded perfunctorily, and began to circle around the room on his own.Seeing this, Lestrade could only shut his mouth, and stood quietly aside.

Sherlock first bent down on the bed of brains and blood and looked at it inch by inch with a magnifying glass, then picked up a brown hair and said: "John, I remember you wrote that the dead man's hair was black in your notes, right? "

"Yes."

"Then what's the matter with this?" Sherlock took the hair, went to the sun to have a closer look, and said, "Come, look at this."

Seeing this, Lestrade couldn't help cursing: "Damn it, I should deduct all the wages of the guy who surveyed the scene."

"It won't help, Jeff."

"what?!"

Dr. Watson held his forehead and said, "Gregor."

"Sorry, Greg." Sherlock said, carefully put the evidence in his hand into the evidence collection bag, then stuffed it into Watson beside him, and continued to return to the scene.Lestrade opened his mouth, and in the end he just went out to ask someone to check on a woman with brown hair who had a close relationship with the owner of the house, since it was found on the bed and the length of the hair.

After looking at the bed, he moved to the window. He first looked at the dense ivy under the window and the neatly manicured flower garden. There were no footprints, no signs of broken branches and leaves. After thinking about it, he went out of the room.

Dr. Watson naturally followed suit.Walking through the garden, Sherlock walked to the front of the flowerbed and measured the distance with his eyes.Watson looked up, and it happened to be facing the window at the scene, and when he looked again, Sherlock was already climbing the ivy and was about to climb up.

He hurried forward and pulled him back and said, "Sherlock, what do you want to do? Listen, unless it's a monkey or a child, this vine can't bear it. It's too heavy."

Sherlock originally wanted to say, "I think it looks good, and I tried it when I was a child." But when he heard about the monkey and the child, his heart moved, he hugged Watson and kissed him, and said with a smile: "It's great!" Yes, Watson, you are a genius! Thank you very much!"

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left, and went back to the house from the same way, leaving Dr. Watson to wipe the saliva off his face, alone in the back, puzzled, what happened?

He didn't go back to the scene this time, but went around to the kitchen first, saw the food bowl on the floor, picked it up to look at it, and said, "I want to ask, do cats eat peanuts?"

"Of course not, what's your problem?"

"And what about the dog?"

"Not eating either."

"Then what animal eats peanuts?"

Dr. Watson thought for a moment what the matter was, but said: "Maybe it's a monkey? You want a pet?"

"Oh no," Sherlock said, putting the pet food plate back where it was, and said, "Let's go back now."

"Okay." Dr. Watson was a little strange thinking about his behavior just now. What's all this fuss about?

After Sherlock arrived at the scene, he went directly to the window, spread the curtains, looked at it very carefully, pointed to a mud-colored footprint on it and said, "Come and see this."

Lestrade saw a footprint with the thumb separated from the other four fingers, and couldn't help but ask, "What is this?"

"monkey."

"what?"

Sherlock didn't explain, but continued to ask: "Did you find fingerprints on the murder weapon, that is, the fragment of the vase?"

"No, the suspect is very cautious, we didn't find anything."

"I guess so, and, I guess it's not prudence."

"it?"

"It, our suspect has a pair of furry claws."

"It's not human?"

"Of course not, a monkey. This monkey is probably raised by the owner himself."

"Okay, what about the evidence?"

"You still carry that monkey hair yourself."

"Isn't that human hair?"

"Of course not. That hair doesn't smell like shower gel, shampoo, or even deodorant. Wouldn't it be weird?"

"That is to say, the owner of this house raised a monkey, and then one day the beast became so fierce that he smashed the owner's head with a vase. OK, let's call it a day."

"Well, of course not, George, your IQ is really as stable as the east wind in our country."

"Greg!" Lestrade couldn't help shouting, and then gradually calmed down, saying word by word: "My name is Greg, GREG. Use your memory palace to remember it!"

Sherlock flattened his mouth a little aggrieved and said, "Gregor, your name is so difficult to remember, can't you change it to something easier to remember?"

Lestrade said dumbfoundedly: "Your suggestion should be told to my parents more than 40 years ago."

"Well, it doesn't matter. How many people did you bring?"

"About four or five people."

"Is it strong?"

"It's all good. Sally asked for leave today, so she didn't come. I brought all the strong boys."

"Very well, let them all come with me."

"What kind of plane do you want?"

"Be patient, Greg."

"Okay." Lestrade's final answer seemed a little weak.

Sherlock led a team of uniformed policemen into the garden. He first looked down at the distribution of the soil, then waved his hand, pointed to the shovel in the corner, and said, "Come here, gentlemen, use that thing to Dig for me, just dig a hole about two meters long and one meter wide here, right where I stand."

Everyone looked at Lestrade in surprise, do we really want to do this?Lestrade looked at Sherlock, made sure he wasn't joking, and nodded.

Afterwards the police had to take off their coats and dig in full swing.Sherlock patted Lestrade on the shoulder and said, "I leave everything to you, please supervise carefully." He took Dr. Watson to stand under the eaves.Dr. Watson couldn't help asking, "Sherlock, what are you kidding?"

"Be patient, my dear John. As long as I'm not mistaken in my reasoning, something interesting is about to happen."

"Can't you speak first?"

"After the magician tells his tricks, no one is willing to pursue him again."

When Dr. Watson heard this, he smiled noncommittally.

Sherlock explained earnestly: "I'm serious, I did juggling in India, for a living and hiding, and then I was inducted into an organization as a thief."

"And then? That organization?"

"Oh, the founder of the organization is probably serving time in some prison in India right now."

"Okay, I think so."

While they were chatting, the police digging over there also made a discovery. They first dug up a piece of clothing. The more experienced Lestrade saw this and stopped quickly, and then said: "Now take the shovel away , with your hands." He also took off his coat and jumped into the pit.

Seeing this, Sherlock, who was watching the situation from a distance, pulled Watson's sleeve and said, "I found something, come quickly." He had already rushed over immediately.

He walked to the edge of the pit and said to Lestrade who was digging in the pit, "Inspector, have you found anything?"

Lestrade looked up at him and said in shock, "A corpse. There is a corpse buried here. Although it is no longer fresh, it is not an old corpse either."

Sherlock raised his lips slightly and said, "I can also infer that the time of his death was about one to two days before the death of the owner of the house. The cause of death was probably a serious head injury. As for the murder weapon, maybe it was a vase?"

"The time of death depends on the doctor's report, but the cause of death should be severe head injury." Lestrade said in surprise.

Sherlock looked triumphantly at Watson who was following behind, but said nothing.

Lestrade couldn't help shouting: "Why? How do you know?" As he spoke, he used all four limbs, trying to climb up from the pit.

Sherlock bent down to give him a hand, and said, "You should exercise more."

"I'm old. When I was young, I could beat two of you with one."

Sherlock smiled indifferently, and continued: "Go and investigate his identity, starting with the people close to the house owner."

"I need an explanation, why?" said Lestrade.

"Because of that monkey."

"monkey?"

"Yes, it's a monkey. Monkeys like to imitate, but is there someone better to imitate than their master? That little monkey saw its master smashing a person to death with a vase, and then it imitated it. It was a game. But unfortunately, it got into trouble."

"But what about the monkey? Where did it go?" asked Lestrade.

"The man had been dead for a few days and hadn't been fed, so of course he was out looking for something to eat."

"Great, so handsome, so cool!" After listening to this long paragraph, Dr. Watson praised Sherlock once with various words.

Sherlock waved his hand and said, "Greg, I'm leaving first. I think you will know where to find the follow-up evidence, right? When you find it, send it to me. Goodbye." After finishing speaking, he pulled Hua leave.

Lestrade looked at his back as he left gracefully, and thought, you bloody little bastard, you never called me by my name right once?Go back to catch up on the report and push that British government appointment.

The author has something to say: Sherlock asked: "I want to ask, do cats eat peanuts?"

"Of course not, what's your problem?"

"And what about the dog?"

"Not eating either."

"Then what animal eats peanuts?"

Dr. Watson said, "You!"