[Shenxia Tongren] My dear brothers and adults

The next day, Sherlock took Watson to the scene again. He followed the footprints for about half a kilometer and found a road.Sherlock asked, "Where does this road lead?"

"There used to be a Norbury military factory at the end of this road, but it should be abandoned now."

"Let's go and have a look." Watson saw that Sherlock had already left by himself, said something, and then followed.

Going there, Sherlock didn't write it in, then looked at the ground and said, "It's too late, too late. They left yesterday, look at the dense ruts on the ground."

Going inside, there is really only a faint smell of blood and the bracket lying on the ground, as if silently laughing at the coming people.Sherlock said with some annoyance: "John, I made a mistake, I was too arrogant. I didn't have much experience in judging them before, so even if we arrived later, there would still be too many clues here to match them." It's like fleeing. But the commander is not lacking in caution, and he quickly made up for his previous mistakes. There are few clues here now."

"Sherlock. I'm sure you'll find a way."

Sherlock smiled and said, "I'll do my best." Then, he started to work on the ground again.

After a while, he stood up and said: "The soil here has the same composition as the soil on Eva Blackwell's feet yesterday, so there is nothing wrong with this being the place where Eva Blackwell was imprisoned. The footprints are almost invisible." It was too messy, and after cleaning it later, I can barely see that they should all be adult men, and their height should be more than five feet two inches, because they all walk relatively fast. Some soot fell to the ground, this is India I just found a few cigarette butts in the corner. Assuming they all smoke, one has a beard and likes to smoke Marlboro, and the other is more elegant, likes to smoke with filters and likes Dunhill, And these two, they seem to share cigarettes with the one in front, no particular favorite brand. But one of them likes to drink while smoking, and especially likes to chew the butts of his cigarettes, which are soaked in the smell of alcohol .The rest of the sentence, his canine teeth, maybe they are very developed, but generally speaking, the teeth are very sharp. The cigarette butt is almost bitten off by him.”

"My God, I now kind of understand what you've analyzed over 200 types of soot."

"It's 243 species." Sherlock said, walked to one side of the window, looked carefully at the window sill for a while, and said, "Although there are no fingerprints, there are still some interesting things left." Something resembling white debris of the wall was caught inside an envelope.

"What is it?"

"I'm not sure yet. I'll find out after I go back and test it. There are no more clues here. What a pity. John, if you can whisper Norbury's words in my ear the next time I can't help being contemptuous again, I'll be very grateful to you. Let's go, we're going to Bartz's lab next," Sherlock said.

After going to the laboratory, Sherlock poured the debris into the glass slide, looked at it for a while, and after comparing several samples with the computer, he couldn't help jumping up and said, "Great, John, I finally Some progress."

"What?" Dr. Watson asked suspiciously, what are those things?

"You are a doctor."

"Ok?"

"Ever heard of psoriasis?"

"It's a chronic skin disease. The clinical symptoms are mainly scales and erythema. You said that those falling off are the scales falling off from psoriasis patients?"

"It should be, there is still dried pus on it."

"Sherlock, if I remember correctly, you have licked it before." Dr. Watson said as calmly as possible after hearing this.

"Uh, yes?" Sherlock felt the displeasure in Dr. Watson's tone, and tried to make himself smile more cutely.

"Give me a mouthwash right now!!" Watson said in a strong tone, already resistant to Sherlock's malicious cuteness.

"Oh." Sherlock responded a little aggrieved, but still couldn't help complaining: "You have to know that the bacteria would have died long ago after being exposed to the air for so long."

"Probably, but don't you think it's disgusting? Rinse your mouth!"

After washing up, Sherlock came back and continued to reason: "My doctor, you must also know the main distribution areas of psoriasis patients."

"High latitudes."

"Yes, a foreigner from a high-latitude area may have a criminal record. We can also find his DNA in these scales and compare it with the DNA in the saliva on the cigarette butt. We can probably know this person some of the characteristics."

"It's amazing." Dr. Watson continued to praise.

After returning home, Sherlock found a new guest, an anxious woman, walking around in the living room of the apartment.After a short self-introduction, Sherlock and Watson sat back to their seats, and Sherlock said first: "I'm sorry, Mrs. Warren, I'm very busy now, if your case is not important, please go back first." .”

"No, sir, that's terrible. It's a ghost."

"Ghost?!" Sherlock repeated in surprise, "Need me to tell you the address of Westminster Abbey?"

"No, Mr. Holmes. You once had a case for one of my lodgers, Mr. Phildale Hope, and he always said you were a good man, a very great man."

"Phildale Hope? Oh, I remember. John, that's the case before you came here. It's just a small thing, it's hard for you to remember it for so long."

"It's a small thing for you, sir. But it's a big problem for us," said Mrs. Warren.

Sherlock smiled slightly and said, "Your case?"

"Ah, yes. First, let me say that I have an apartment up there on the South Side. It's a very nice house, with big windows to let in light, and big rooms..."

"Get to the point, ma'am." Sherlock waved his hand impatiently and said.

"Ah, yes, the point is that the house is now haunted."

"Haunted?"

"Yes, it's my niece who lives there now. She says she hears ghosts at night, and she's too scared to sleep at night. She's a very stubborn girl. She installed a monitor there herself, but there's nothing there. Found out. She and I were terrified."

"Who was the previous resident?"

"Alfred Lewis, sir."

"Alfred Lewis? John, the name?"

"Yes, the deceased in the Blackwell case," said Dr. Watson.

"Some interesting things happened." Sherlock showed a satisfied smile, and continued to ask: "Also, your niece, what is her job?"

"Designer, she primarily works for people online."

"So, isn't she at home all day?"

"Oh, yes. But I don't understand. Does it have anything to do with the case?"

"There is a very important connection between the two. Thank you for the information you provided. Please go back, ma'am, we have accepted this case." With that said, Sherlock leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes and began to think.

Seeing this, Dr. Watson got up and sent Mrs. Warren away, and copied down the address of the room by the way. Of course, he had to discuss the issue of the advance payment.

After Watson came back, Sherlock suddenly opened his eyes and said, "John, call Greg and ask him to protect the scene first. You copied down the address, right? Are you sure?" Copy it. Then ask again, what is the result of the investigation I asked him before." I continued to close my eyes and meditate.

Dr. Watson watched him close his eyes and started to make a phone call.He just pressed a button, and Sherlock said, "It's too noisy, go out and play."

Dr. Watson looked at him, practiced staring for a while, but it didn't work, so he had to go out.

Over there, Lestrade received a call from Dr. Watson and said, "Okay, okay, I see, there just happened to be some results. After I sort it out, I'll send it over in person."

"Thank you, Greg, you're a nice guy."

"what?"

"Ah, sorry, Gregor."

"Don't follow that little bastard, Dr. Watson."

"Of course."

After Lestrade delivered the case file, Sherlock sat cross-legged on the sofa, flipped through the case file with his left hand, brought coffee with his right hand, and said, "The alibi for this one is not valid, go and arrest him first; he is lying about this, but he was lying at the time." It should be having an affair with someone else, leave him alone. There is also this, this, it doesn’t matter. This, there may be some connection, first detain. That’s it, let’s go to that apartment now, John, where is it?”

Soon, they arrived at the door of an apartment in the South District.Just at this time, the owner of the house was working inside. When he saw someone coming to investigate, he was very generous and let the person in. Then he took out a notebook and handed it to Sherlock, looking at Sherlock expectantly.

Sherlock looked back puzzled and asked, "This is?"

The girl said excitedly: "Mr. Holmes, uh, and Dr. Watson, please sign for me."

"What?!" Sherlock turned to look at Dr. Watson.

Dr. Watson silently stepped forward, signed the girl's name, and then signaled to Sherlock, you can come too.

Sherlock reluctantly stepped forward and drew his initials.The girl took it back, carefully identified it, and said, "Mr. Holmes, your name is like a puppy's paw print."

"I suppose it's the case that counts, not my signature. So, can you introduce me, please?"

Seeing his interaction with Dr. Watson just now, the girl said more excitedly: "Well, yes, of course. First of all, my name is Shirley Robert. Are you and Dr. Watson really a couple? We both Pass it like this..."

Sherlock and Watson looked at each other, and Dr. Watson said helplessly, "I'm sorry, Ms. Robert, can you come back to the current case?"

"Okay, I'm sorry, I'm so excited. It's like this. The previous tenant of this house died, and no one wanted to rent it. I just came to London again, so I stayed. Started to be haunted. It's better in the morning, but at night it's screaming, so annoying that I can't sleep."

Dr. Watson said in surprise, "Why don't you move away?"

"Why do you want to move? This is my aunt's house, and it's the damn ghost who wants to move!"

Dr. Watson said, "You are a brave lady."

Mademoiselle Robert smiled shyly, then rested her chin on her hands, and looked at the two of them, her eyes a little green like a wolf looking at a sheep.

Dr. Watson suddenly felt a bit of a headache. The world is evolving too fast, can I not keep up?