[Shenxia Tongren] My dear brothers and adults

Hypatia said: "Does the ambassador's entourage have complete information? I want to take a look. There are also seating arrangements, arrangements for the banquet process, and give them to me in a while."

"Really? Miss, but it's time to get off work."

"I'm sorry, but it's our job, sir. Get it over with, and then you'll have a chance to dine with your new girl."

Mr. Lindbergh was a little embarrassed, and said with a blushing face: "Oh, no, ma'am, no, I just met her by chance. She is my former classmate."

"No need to hide, your lovely ex-girlfriend."

"How do you know? Also, she's not my ex-girlfriend, just an old acquaintance." Mr. Lindbergh said with eyes widened in surprise.

"Your tiepin, sir."

Lindbergh looked down at his chest, still not understanding.

"Your tie clip is silver, and the style is at least ten years ago. As a playboy, you don't usually wear such an outdated accessory unless it's a commemoration. Of course, there is also your newly ironed silk dark Patterned shirt, good taste."

"I'm not a playboy, ma'am, you know that."

"Okay, okay, sir. You need me to point out how many women's perfume smells around you, as well as the lipstick marks on the collar and sleeves." Hypatia said, looking at Mr. Lindbergh very Uncomfortably looking at the marks on his body.

It took a long time for Mr. Lindbergh to calm down from embarrassment and even anger, and said: "I will finish the job, ma'am." After speaking, he left quickly.

Hypatia looked at his fleeing back and felt refreshed. Mycroft was right. Feeding goldfish is really a beneficial activity for the body and mind.At this time, she received a text message from Sherlock asking: "The luminous nail polish that is common in the market, buy one at every price and send it to Scotland Yard. SH"

Inside Scotland Yard, Sherlock put down the phone and smiled triumphantly at the two people who were watching him.

Let's move the time forward a little bit. After Sherlock put aside the file about the organ trading case, he began to give orders in a strong tone: "What about the forensic doctor? Forget it, I will enlist your forensic analysis Room. Is there any death scene still preserved?"

"No, our forensic doctor said no need to keep it, but we have photos."

"Your forensic doctor is an idiot, forget it, it's better than nothing. Bring it to me." After looking at Dr. Watson, Sherlock reluctantly added: "Thank you."

Sherlock used a cotton swab to dip it from the vagina, vagina and mouth of the deceased, and then carefully put it into the test tube.

Lestrade said: "We tested it, and she did have traces of sexual assault, but there were no semen spots, neither above nor below."

Sherlock glanced at him and said, "I'm not looking for sperm spots, Granger."

Lestrade's eyes widened again in an instant, he sighed, and asked, "What is that?"

"Your forensic doctors' observations are too careless, and you actually let the clues slip away in front of you. As long as they can take a look, they will find something."

Lestrade thought silently, do you want to lean over to look at the vagina of the female corpse like you did?I still think my subordinates are pretty good, it is very difficult for someone to observe so carefully without being considered a pervert or necrophilia.He glanced at Dr. Watson sympathetically, it was really not easy to have such a boyfriend.

Sherlock stuffed the test tube into his coat and put it on to go to the laboratory. As he walked, he looked at the picture of the scene: In the picture, the deceased was naked and sitting in the bathtub, leaning against the wall, with his hair hanging down, like a beautiful woman Out of the bath, it is as beautiful as a picture.

Seeing this, Dr. Watson said, "Who would be willing to destroy such a beautiful scene?"

Sherlock looked at him and said, "It's quite beautiful, so what do you think of this?"

"The deceased was actually murdered by a woman. The prisoner may have a special hobby, and he wanted to seek sex, pleasure, and sensation through prostitution. Even so, he was still very cautious and did not Leaving clues, so no more."

"he?"

"Is it her?"

"To be fair, John, we can't discriminate against lesbians, they also have the right to commit crimes."

"Well, no..."

"I mean, it's possible. If, as you said, it's just an ordinary female gangster killing, how do you plan to explain this scene?"

"His aesthetics are good?"

"Indeed, what about the organs in the deceased's abdomen?"

"collect?"

"My dear John, I never knew you had such a rich imagination. If Scotland Yard were half as good as you are, they'd have rid themselves of being idiots."

"No, Sherlock, listen, you can't insult them like this." Dr. Watson said seriously, at least you don't want to keep offending your sister-in-law!

Sherlock was a little puzzled at first, and then said cautiously: "Can't? That's stupid?"

"Do not."

"So dull?"

Watson raised his forehead and said, "It's up to you." I thought he had grown up a bit before, but who knows how soon he will be like this again.

Going to the laboratory, Sherlock skillfully began to fiddle with the chemical instruments. His slender, white fingers moved between those cold and delicate instruments, as easily as an elf flying in the jungle.

This was a very long experiment, with repeated comparisons. In the end, Sherlock slapped the table, stood up and said, "Acetone!" and sent two text messages to Hypatia.

Lestrade, who was standing by the door and almost fell asleep, was so frightened by Sherlock that he almost slipped to the ground, while Watson, who was lying on the side table and fell asleep, raised his head very calmly, opened his eyes, Said: "God bless, Sherlock, what time is it?" After speaking, he said: "Excuse me."

"Nothing." Lestrade reacted, waved his hand and said, "What's the matter, Sherlock?"

"I analyzed the main ingredients of nail polish in it."

"What?!" Lestrade looked at Sherlock as if he had two heads.

"Acetone and luminous powder, let's take a look at this." Sherlock waved his hand artistically in the air like an artist introducing his own work, pointing to the computer.

Lestrade glanced at the complex chemical formula on the computer screen and said, "I don't even understand it. Anyway, you are saying that there is nail polish in her vagina. This means that she is a lesbian."

"I'm glad you finally figured it out," Sherlock said. "The deceased was definitely a lesbian, so what about the murderer? Judging by the glow-in-the-dark nail polish, she was a young girl. My name was Hippati just now. Ya brought several luminous nail polishes that are common on the market. Then we can analyze the similarities and differences of their ingredients."

"But we can't catch people with a piece of nail polish."

"Of course not, but the identity of a lesbian, and the identity of a medical worker."

"Medical workers?"

"Your dossier states that there is sodium thiopental in the blood vessels of the deceased. This is a common surgical anesthetic used in hospitals. Also, although her method of removing organs is horrible, the distribution of internal organs is still very clear. Let's start." It is also very stable. At least the blood vessels and adjacent lymphatic vessels were not cut into a mess when the heart was removed."

When Dr. Watson heard the last sentence, he couldn't help sighing, "Why are the recent prisoners all doctors?"

"Probably because the NHS failed." Lestrade said with a shrug.

Dr. Watson said, "Of-fuck the government!" After speaking, he looked at Lestrade before saying, "Excuse me."

Lestrade merely waved his hand, and said: "Nothing, on the contrary, I quite agree with it. The Holmes family is indeed so."

Sherlock coughed in dissatisfaction, and actually lost his mind when I was playing handsome!He continued: "The last conjecture is that the prisoner may be relatively petite."

"Why?" Dr. Watson immediately came to his senses.

"Because of the anesthetic."

"Ok?"

"A good way to keep the dead from struggling and then fleeing. To use this method against the murderer of a person who trusts herself very much. I can't imagine that she is a strong person."

At this time, Hypatia came to Scotland Yard, brought in two big bags, put them down and said, "Sherlock, you want luminous nail polish at various prices."

Seeing the two bags on the ground, Sherlock paused and said, "Maybe I should send you a text message later to tell you that the main ingredient of that nail polish is acetone, and the price should be middle-class."

Hypatia resisted the urge to roll her eyes, and said, "Anyway, these are luminous nail polishes, you can figure it out yourself."

"Yes." Sherlock said.

Hypatia turned her head and left, and when she reached the door, she turned around and said, "Sooner or later, I will max out your card!"

Sherlock waited for her to leave before saying: "Weak threat, well, let's continue." He began to unpack the nail polish bottle.

Dr. Watson turned his head and yawned, and said, "Well, Sherlock. The forensic doctors at Scotland Yard can still do the laboratory work, so you might as well leave it to them."

"Huh?" Sherlock looked up at Lestrade upon hearing this.

Lestrade said, "I'll bring as many people as I can."

"Okay, we can go now. Sherlock, let's go have some snacks." Dr. Watson said and dragged Sherlock, who was still a little reluctant to part with the laboratory.

After Sherlock returned home, he began to swim in the sea of ​​network information.Dr. Watson looked from behind him, only feeling dizzy, and Sherlock pulled down the browsing bar without pausing for a second.

Dr. Watson couldn't help asking, "What did you see?"

Sherlock stopped, looked up at him and said, "John, I'm a little different from you, I can read 1 words in a minute, so you can find another computer, do you want me to send you the address? "

"No need, genius." Dr. Watson silently went to make coffee for Sherlock with a broken glass heart in his arms.

After a long time, Sherlock asked, "Doctor Watson, have you heard of mermaids?"

"From a fairy tale?"

"No, in reality."

"You mean a dugong, right?"

"No, it's the mermaid. Bring me all the fairy tales about mermaids. I want the first version, the unmodified version."

"What?" Watson looked over, and over Sherlock's shoulder, he could see the picture on the hand: one side of the screen was the picture of the scene: the victimized girl was leaning against the edge of the bathtub, as if sitting in it; On one side is the mermaid pattern that Sherlock turned out from nowhere.The demeanor and posture of the two are surprisingly consistent.