[Shenxia Tongren] My dear brothers and adults

"Wait!" At this time, the coroner shouted, "Just kidding, Mr. Detective, how do you know she is of Chinese descent? Is this a guess?"

Sherlock glanced at him and said, "Oh, sir, I never guess. I deduce that she is a Chinese. On the one hand, because of the probability, the probability of encountering Chinese in the United States is much higher than that of other Asians. On the other hand On the one hand, it is because her teeth are neater than most Japanese people. This is related to the eating habits of Chinese Americans. They like to chew bones, but Japanese people don’t like it. It is not Korean, because she is not very good-looking It looks the same, but there is no trace of plastic surgery, which is rare among Koreans."

The coroner stopped talking, lowered his head and muttered to himself: "I don't know if it's true, how can there be such a person?! Even if it is true, it has been investigated in advance, right? How can there be such a genius in the world? I thought I was Dr. Reid!"

It was a whisper, but loud enough for others to hear.Dr. Watson smiled bitterly, changed the subject, and said to Sherlock: "Then Sherlock, what are those bruises?"

Sherlock accepted Watson's offer of relief, smiled and continued, "I do have some speculation about the scar, come here." He walked to the sink and made an inviting gesture.

Dr. Watson came up to him and said, "How is it?"

Sherlock suddenly pressed Dr. Watson's head into the sink with lightning speed, and Dr. Watson reacted quickly and supported the side of the sink with his hands.But Sherlock used too much force, and Dr. Watson still couldn't help but bruise his neck and collarbone.

Only then did Sherlock let go, and Dr. Watson raised his head, looked at Sherlock and said, "Sherlock, I really want to punch you right now!"

"What? It was an experiment just now, and I didn't mean any harm." Sherlock said innocently.

"I know, and I didn't intend to punch you maliciously." Dr. Watson began to roll up his sleeves.

"No, John, do you understand now that the dead man was probably drowned in this way?" Sherlock quickly explained to avoid being really beaten.

"Sherlock, don't do such a thing next time, or I will really beat someone up. I am a soldier, and I have bad tempers sometimes."

"Well, John, now the focus is on that case." Sherlock nodded and said, "We can now know how the girl died. If we do an autopsy, maybe we can find it in her nasal cavity." Bloodshot, because when you are pressed into the water, the pressure is too great to cause the microvessels to rupture."

"Being drowned in the sink, those bruises are traces of her struggle, and her nails were broken there."

"Very well, the identity of the girl we are going to find now, and her boyfriend. It's almost 4 o'clock, let's have breakfast now and then we can go to see the scene, let's go." Sherlock said ,gone.

Doctor Watson nodded embarrassedly to the coroner, and then ran out, and found Sherlock waiting behind the door, saw Watson come out to take the coat, and said, "Hypatia is in the Hilton in the city center. The big hotel has a room booked, and we're going there just in time for breakfast."

Dr. Watson glanced at him, what about the budget? !

The room service at the Hilton Hotel was really good. Sherlock watched Watson happily enjoy a sumptuous breakfast in the new room.Watson put down the spoon, looked helplessly at Sherlock, who was holding his palms together, and stopped eating.

At this time, Sherlock found that Dr. Watson had already eaten, got up and said, "Very well, let's go now."

"No." Dr. Watson handed him a sandwich and said, "Finish this."

"Dr. Watson, you are a doctor. You must be very clear that the blood supply required by the stomach to digest food is the same as the blood supply required by the brain when thinking. Now I want to think about not letting the digestive function affect the blood supply to the brain."

"All I know is that if you don't eat breakfast, you will suffer from hypoglycemia and faint directly."

"If something like this happens, give me a shot of sugar and salt."

"Sherlock, you should have a slice of bread anyway."

"Okay." Sherlock pulled out two slices of bread with cheese and ham sandwiched between them, stuffed them into his mouth hungrily, chewed for a while and swallowed, drank the glass of milk on the table, and said vaguely: " Let's go." Saying that, he got up, put on his overcoat, put on a scarf and left.

"Okay." Dr. Watson replied when he saw that he had finished eating.

Back at the hotel where he stayed yesterday, Dr. Watson had to admire the American brothers: There was a murder in this hotel last night, and the corpse was still in the water tower, but the residents of the hotel had no plans to move. Instead, he looked at the reporters and policemen entering and leaving the hotel through the window, and pointed at them.

They entered the elevator and smelled that strange body odor again. Dr. Watson couldn't help but asked, "What kind of strange smell is this?"

"There are many possibilities, maybe hydrogen sulfide," Sherlock said.

Going up to the top floor, the FBI agent guarding the door was a boy with a red apple face. He saw Sherlock and said excitedly: "Hello, Mr. Holmes, I have heard of you a long time ago, my name is Parker Butt, you can call me Pat, oh no, it's Parker."

Sherlock took one look at him and said, "Okay, Parker, has anyone been here?"

"No, I have been here for 7 hours, and I will change shifts in a while."

"Okay." Sherlock said, "Thank you." He was about to open the door and go in, but just as the door was pushed open a crack, a shrill siren sounded.Sherlock withdrew his hand, the door closed again, and the siren disappeared instantly.

Seeing this, Parker quickly took out the remote control, but Sherlock stopped him and said, "Doctor Watson, would you mind going down to test whether the lower floors can hear the sirens?"

"I'm going down now."

"Thank you, John."

After a while, Sherlock pushed the door again after receiving Watson's text message, and then sent a text message to ask Watson to come up.

As soon as Dr. Watson came up, he said: "I can hear you very clearly below."

"Okay, let's go up."

Going up to the roof, there are three water towers standing alone on the roof, as well as air-conditioning boxes and other things, Sherlock said: "Stand by the side, don't destroy the dust on the ground."

"Ah, yes, Mr. Holmes." Parker agreed excitedly, and then almost fell to the ground, but fortunately Watson pulled him beside him.

Sherlock looked back and said, "Mr. Bart, you'd better float."

"Ah, I'll try my best." The little boy Parker blushed a little shyly and lowered his head after hearing this.

Dr. Watson turned his face away when he saw this. Wherever he went, he would see Sherlock's idiot fans? !What's going on? !

Sherlock took out his magnifying glass from his pocket, walked around on the rooftop with his head bowed, sometimes stopped, sometimes knelt down, sometimes lay down, always muttering to himself, forgetting the existence of the people around him, Occasionally there was an excited low cry, now and then a mournful shake of the head, or a cheerful whistle.

Dr. Watson looked fascinatedly at Sherlock, who was concentrating on his work. At this moment, he was full of energy and vitality, and he looked extremely charming.

At this time, Sherlock had already checked the scene, got up and beckoned them to come over, and waited until they came to him before saying: "I want to run to the top of the water tower to have a look, and I have to open the lid to look inside. Do you have the key?"

"Key? Yes." Parker took out a key and said to Sherlock, "Do you want me to go up and help?"

"No need. I'll do it myself."

Sherlock took the key, climbed up to the top of the water tower, and wiped it with his hands. There wasn't much dust. Could it be that the water tower is often opened?As he thought, he opened the lid, and the stench of corpses gushed out, and there was no water left inside.He leaned over half of his body, inspected it, and then came out and said: "There is nothing to see, let's go." Then he jumped to the ground lightly.

Dr. Watson stepped forward and said, "Sherlock, have you found anything?"

"Some interesting things." Sherlock said, "Let's go. Let's go back to the police station and see if the girl's identity has come out."

"Mr. Holmes, what did you see? Is there still room to lift the ban?"

"It's up to you, or if you work hard, you can see something, although I don't have any hope for it." Sherlock said as he left.