[Shenxia Tongren] My dear brothers and adults

"CAM? What does this mean?" Sherlock repeated again, and said, "Dr. Watson, Oxford Dictionary." He also picked up his mobile phone and started searching.

At this time, he heard the sound of a police car, went to the window and saw that it was an old acquaintance.Before Lestrade could speak, he asked, "Mr. Detective, how is the wounded?"

"Not the wounded." She was dead.

"Oh, that's great." Sherlock said, looked at Watson's face, and quickly changed his words: "It's a pity."

Lestrade was well aware of his nature, so he didn't care about it, and asked directly, "Which one is Mr. Lindbergh?"

Mr. Lindbergh raised his hand and said, "I am."

"Okay, I have a few questions."

"Please feel free to ask."

"very good."

Dr. Watson, who was looking up a dictionary, suddenly said, "Camcorder! Sherlock, maybe that poor girl was murdered because she took some pictures with the camcorder."

"Very well, John, you have a very rich imagination. Mr. Inspector, is the identity of the deceased clear?"

"Um, not yet. When I come here, I actually hope that you can come to the scene and have an autopsy." Lestrade hurriedly finished the notes for Lindbergh and the Brownings, and said.

"I'm not taking the police car, I'll be there in a while."

"Okay." Lestrade said and was about to leave. Before leaving, Hypatia took out a bag of sandwiches from the refrigerator and gave him.Lestrade smiled and said, "Thank you very much, Hypatia."

After Sherlock followed suit, the Brownings took their own husky and left.Hypatia looked at Mr. Lindbergh, smiled ferociously, and said, "Sir? As a civil servant, don't you know that you should notify the police first when you encounter a murder? Why don't I know? My brother got a job in Scotland Yard. Part-time job?" After being interrupted for a dinner for no reason, Hypatia was in a very bad mood, and she tried to endure her sulking or something. It also depends on the person, and Mr. Lindbergh is obviously not.

Mr. Lindbergh was stunned by her stare, and stammered a little: "Hypatia, yes, I'm sorry. I immediately thought of Brother Ling, he is the highest court of appeal in Europe, isn't he?"

"Thank you for your compliment, sir. But don't you really need to go to Scotland Yard to make a new record? It's just to make up for your mistakes." Is it possible that you still want to eat here? !Hypatia continued to see off the guests with a ferocious smile.

"Yes, ma'am. Goodbye." Mr. Lindbergh staggered away under such pressure.What a fierce beauty, I want to find my mother!

Sherlock followed Lestrade to the murder scene.By this time, the sky had completely darkened.Holding the flashlight, Sherlock walked deep into the woods along the bloodstains, and when he got to the place where the bloodstains disappeared, he lay down on his knees, looked carefully for a while, and said, "The blood started to drip from here, it doesn't look like Blossom bullet. Is the bullet out?"

"Just took it out." Lestrade said while holding the mobile phone, "It's an 8mm blank bullet, the bullet just hit the stomach, and the stomach acid flowed out." It was a terrible death, and the person who shot it was really vicious.

"At dusk just now, there was relatively thick fog here. So it is still uncertain whether it was aimed or shot at random. If it is the former, that is good news for us."

"What?" A brutal murderer or good news? !Dr. Watson said with some puzzlement.

"This kind of killing method is used by people who are good at torturing people. Generally speaking, one-shot killing is the most commonly used. So this guy may be a pervert who just likes to torture people. If no one instigates him, he will not be able to bear it." Don’t commit crimes again, so we will have more clues, previous or later. If this guy is also someone else’s subordinate, he is here to chase people. He doesn’t kill people with one blow, and he doesn’t restrict the actions of people who want to chase. It’s just torturing her. Then I think this person’s boss is probably not an experienced crime boss, more like a first-timer, at least not at Moriarty’s level.”

Dr. Watson thought silently, then it is more in the public interest to hit him casually like a blind cat meets a dead mouse. Whether it is an extra pervert or an extra criminal leader, it is too disharmonious.

After Sherlock finished speaking, he buried his head on the ground again. He sniffed the soil and said, "The blood still smells like acid. The deceased should have been shot here, and then ran all the way to the road. Before being shot He should be running already, but it's too dark to see the footprints. Detective, can you turn up the headlights?"

"Of course, but I'm not ready now."

"Forget it, block this place. And search around 50 meters around this place. I'll come back tomorrow. Let's go to the hospital now, and I want to see the body." It is estimated that I can't see clearly with the headlights on, and I have to wait It's been a long time, let's come back tomorrow.

"it is good."

When they arrived at the hospital, Sherlock went up to Miss Jasmine and said, "Good evening, Jasmine. People from Scotland Yard should pay you a salary for being here so late. Push the corpse out. Did you find anything?" "

"The deceased was about 25 years old, a Caucasian female. There were signs of torture on her body, but no signs of sexual assault. The cause of death was a bullet in the stomach, a large blood loss in the upper gastrointestinal tract and internal organs corroded by gastric acid. The time of death was at 7:56 p.m. [-] points." Miss Jasmine fluently recited the corpse form that had just been filled out.

"Torture? John, it seems that your expectations have failed. She probably escaped from a criminal organization." Sherlock said, lifted the white sheet, and began to use a magnifying glass to look at the bed on it inch by inch. There are criss-cross whip marks on it, as well as red marks on the wrists and ankles of the deceased who were strangled by the rope.

Sherlock looked at it for a while, straightened up, and said, "Doctor Watson, what do you think?"

"Really?"

"Ah."

"Okay, the method of execution should be the whip. The deceased was tied up with a thick rope before escaping. The whip marks were mainly concentrated on the front, so she should be fixed on a bracket against the wall or directly against the wall."

"Very good, what else?"

"Nothing."

"Wonderful, John, you've improved a lot"

Dr. Watson smiled.

Then Sherlock added: "But there is still work to be done."

Hearing this supplement, Dr. Watson said helplessly, "Please."

Sherlock smiled and said: "Okay. Judging from the whip marks on the heroine's body, there is also a faint smell of alcohol on the wound. This whip has been soaked in strong wine, and its width is about 3 centimeters. It is flexible and soft. It is long and narrow, not a horsewhip, and it is likely to be the same type of cowhide whip as the one I received back then. There is no fabric fiber sandwiched in the open wound, so it is said that this girl was tortured physically, but Jasmine also said just now, She was not sexually assaulted, so the person who executed her, or a few people, were very self-disciplined? Not necessarily, their superiors disagree. Respect for women? Maybe, of course, it may be that the main criminal is unwilling to stay More clues, so the behavior of his subordinates is prohibited, but from the analysis obtained before, he does not look like a skilled criminal leader. Interesting, let’s write it down first.”

Dr. Watson nodded and said, "Continue."

"Judging from the height and strength of the welts, the executioner should be a man of about 5 to 6 feet. There may be more than one. These welts are different from old to new, and the range of concentrated distribution is also different. It is possible It's different people's preferences."

"There are also traces on the heroine's wrists and ankles. They are not made of hemp rope or nylon rope, but are similar to the plastic soft handcuffs commonly used by the police, because there are no fibers left on them. The person responsible for binding the deceased is She came from a police background, and the binding method is the same as that of the police, but it is too tight. Look here, her fingernails were bruised before she died."

After Dr. Watson finished listening, he found that no matter how many times he heard Sherlock's eloquent reasoning, he couldn't help but thank God for allowing him to meet such a great person, with his excellent mind and noble soul. And the rare heart of a child.

After Sherlock finished speaking, he found that there was no habitual praise, and turned to look at Dr. Watson. It seems that Dr. Watson is stunned by me!Very happy, he said calmly, "John."

"Oh?"

"Can you keep your fiery eyes until night next time? I'll be very happy then." Then, he was very happy to watch Dr. Watson turn his head away, and the tips of his ears turned red little by little.

At this time, Lestrade also came.Sherlock asked: "Is the identity of the deceased revealed?"

"Yes, the deceased is Eva Blackwell, 26 years old today, who was a yoga instructor and has been missing for three days."

"Blackwell? Why does this name sound so familiar?" Sherlock smiled when he heard the profession of a yoga instructor, and finally understood why she was able to escape from the bondage.

"Of course it sounds familiar to you. The first case you dealt with after you came back was that of the deceased whose surname was Blackwell."

"Their relationship?"

"Father and daughter."

"Very good. The social relationship between their father and daughter, I need this information. Also, did you find anything about CAM in the HOLMES system?"

"Well, there are. There are a few people named Campbell who have a record."

"Are there any people who are more suspected?"

"Still under investigation."

"Okay. Is there surveillance nearby?"

"No, after all, it is close to the suburbs. It is very lucky to have witnesses."

"Well, what about the witness statement? Has it come out? Send it to me."

"You don't want to see them."

"No need, you are enough to deal with them. Let's go, John." Sherlock said and walked away.

Dr. Watson, who was behind, greeted Lestrade sheepishly.

Lestrade said "goodbye" as usual.