[Shenxia Tongren] My dear brothers and adults

Sherlock, who was driving to San Francisco, looked at the road, and said to Watson who was beside him: "John, I regret it, I shouldn't have come here. I can't figure out the last words when I think about it. A useful conclusion."

"Sherlock, since you're here, don't regret it. Even if you help that poor lady, she can accept her husband's death." Watson said smoothly.

"If we don't leave, maybe after a while, more people will come to me to solve the case."

"But it's more likely that we'll be surrounded by tabloid reporters again. Sherlock, it's not bad to go to San Francisco, isn't it?"

It was a day after their meeting with Mrs. Gold that they had decided to take up the case and were now going to the scene to see if it made any sense.The strange last words caught Sherlock's attention and reminded him of the Pink Lady case.And what made him decide to take this case was that the deceased deleted all the contacts in the phone before his death, leaving only the name of his wife and a person named "Nix".Moreover, the deceased talked with Nix for more than an hour every time, which was clearly recorded in the mobile phone.

Although the name Nix is ​​a bit of a mouthful and uncommon, it is not enough to cause people to be vigilant. Many people who are not familiar with the meaning of this name will even ignore it directly.But Sherlock is not one of those people. His own sister took a Greek name, so he can't be said to be very familiar with Greek culture, but he still has some understanding.Nix is ​​the name of the goddess of the night in Greek mythology, and the last words of the deceased are precisely "night falls", and the two are likely to be related.All Sherlock has to do is find out.

At this time, Dr. Watson pointed to the tangerine red hidden in the white mist in the distance and said, "Is that the Golden Gate Bridge?"

Sherlock returned from his thoughts, looked in the direction of Watson's finger, and said, "It seems so, it looks really eye-catching, at least you don't have to worry about getting lost."

"Indeed." Watson silently swallowed back the words "It looks so magnificent". For the pragmatic Sherlock, the appearance of everything is not important, as long as it is useful.

Before going to the Golden Gate Bridge, the road passed through a green and green lawn, and beyond the lawn is the blue sea and clear waves. Sea lions, seabirds, and some surfing humans are playing on the water surface. Looking at this vibrant scene, who knows Would you have thought that the Golden Gate Bridge as a beautiful background would be a bridge of death?As of 2005, 2000 people have jumped off the bridge. After that, even the US officials no longer publish the data. We only know that someone will jump off the bridge in an average of two weeks. This is like the Hongqiao connecting Asgard and the world. The majestic bridge.When they died, what did they think of, sacrifice or sublimation, destruction or nirvana?

Even as calm as Sherlock, he couldn't help being excited when he stroked the bones of the bridge, and said, "John, I like this place. This is the Tower of Babel in the new century."

"Ok?"

"Look here, it's so delicate that it needs a sacrifice, look below, how calm and beautiful the water is, it's easy to hallucinate that it's nice, romantic, soft, clean to die here. Satan just needs to sit A steady stream of souls can be harvested under the Golden Gate Bridge, just like the Tower of Babel."

Dr. Watson was silent for a long time, God, don't kill this blasphemous bastard, and then asked, "Sherlock, are you and I reading the same Bible?"

"That's not the point! My religion is not the point!"

"so?"

"The point is that even if the deceased was only teased by someone before, after coming here and seeing the surface of the water, he will have firm and confident thoughts."

"why?"

"I'm not familiar with psychology, but I've seen it occasionally. People are at heights, except for people with fear of heights. Most people have the urge to jump, especially for a person who wants to die."

"Then you can find any skyscraper, why do you have to come here?"

"Suggested by the environment, this is a holy place for suicides. Our religion does not support suicide, but here, suggested by the environment, it is easier for people who want to commit suicide. Look at the water again, it looks like How peaceful and harmless, who would have thought that the impact of falling into the water from a high altitude would be enough to smash people's internal organs?"

"Okay, now that we know that the deceased was indeed a suicide, and the Golden Gate Bridge is indeed a very suitable place for suicide, what else?"

"Knicks. We have to know who this Knicks is."

"This is a very difficult thing. Although such a name is rare, it is like your family. Didn't you give your girl a Greek name?"

"Her name, let's assume it's her. Nix is ​​the name of a goddess. Although it is related to his last words, it is not the reason for my attention. It is the communication between them, which lasts almost an hour every day. You What can you think of?"

"Affair?"

"It's possible. The question is, would a lawyer be so morally high as to kill himself because of an affair? He's also a criminal lawyer who has defended various murderers."

"That's not an affair? It's blackmail?!"

"Possibly, but if he is blackmailed, as a lawyer, he is still a successful lawyer, he will try to solve the case first, independent and unknown, if it cannot be resolved, he will compromise, if it cannot be negotiated, he will Anxiety would start, but Mrs Gold didn't mention her husband's anxiety symptoms, oh no, Mrs Gold may have lied, we'll get someone else to ask."

"Mrs. Gould lied? She doesn't look like..."

"My dear John, she probably didn't lie on purpose, but just to excuse her lover out of habit."

"Ok?"

"We all forget that she is a devout Catholic, and Catholicism is very strict about suicide, so there is a good chance that her husband's previously expressed symptoms of anxiety were kindly ignored by her."

"Then we really should find a more objective point and wait until someone asks, maybe then we can get some more useful information."

"Yes, such as his secretary, his business partner, do you remember which law firm he is from?"

"Remember, the law firm of Gold & Pate, in downtown San Francisco."

"It seems that the dead are really doing well."

"Yeah, how much did Nix pay him to make him jump into the sea in despair? What a terrible woman! Oh, Sherlock, look over there, there is a policeman next to the tower, should we go over and ask? "

"Well, if you want to go, I don't think I can ask anything."

Dr. Watson ignored the discouraging words, walked towards the policeman who was standing guard, and asked, "Hello, we are here to investigate the death of Douglas Gold who jumped from here a week ago. I would like to ask..."

The policeman interrupted in a rough voice, "I'm sorry, I don't remember. There are too many people who died here, and I don't even have much memory."

"Sir, think about it, it was just five days ago." As he spoke, Dr. Watson took out a photo of Douglas Gold and handed it to him.

The person didn't take the photo, and said directly, "Oh, sir, you have to know that we have to watch jumping into the sea almost every half a month, so unfortunately, I got used to it and then became numb. I really don't remember much. about that day."

"But that's a life, you can't be so indifferent..."

"Seriously, sir, you don't have to spend so much time investigating this, things like this happen too much." Even so, he took the photo and looked at it, and said, "Oh, God Ah, it's him, I recognize him!"

"That's great."

"His wife has already come here with his photo to ask. I was pestered by her for nearly 10 minutes. Basically, I said everything I could not remember. You were entrusted by his wife. Now I will say it again, Don’t ask me again: at that time around four or five o’clock in the evening, he was probably wearing a dark suit. There were a lot of people jumping into the sea here, but not many people had the money to wear high-end suits. So I still remember, And then it's gone."

"Gone?"

"No, he just jumped into the sea in his high-end suit. I was thinking of God when I saw it. It seems that the financial crisis is really serious, and even the rich can't get through it."

"Did he call or anything before?"

"This, I really didn't pay attention to it. There are so many people wandering on the Golden Gate Bridge every day. I can't pay attention to everyone. When I know that he is going to jump into the sea, I can't stop it in time."

"Okay, thank you." Dr. Watson frowned first, then tried to force a smile and said, turning to leave.

"One last thing, don't waste time on this matter. There is no need for it. He committed suicide. No matter how many times he investigates, the result will be the same. He committed suicide."

"Okay, but his wife is very sad." Watson stopped and said back.

"Well, sir, you're a good man. Good-bye, sir." The policeman stopped talking and returned to his post.

Sherlock watched Watson approaching and asked, "Did you find anything?"

"Not much. He committed suicide in the evening and wore a high-end suit when he jumped into the sea. As an eyewitness, he doesn't know as much as we do."

"Then let's go, don't waste time, let's go to the law firm where the deceased was alive. Damn it, we can't even find his body, and we can't even do an autopsy!"

Going to the front of the law firm where the deceased was alive, Sherlock first stood outside the door and looked at the decoration of the office. The decoration was simple, new-style but not elegant. Inside, the phone rang non-stop. People walk around, and it seems that this well-run law firm has not stopped in the slightest because of the death of its boss, but is still thriving.

Sherlock walked directly to the front desk and said, "I'm Sherlock Holmes, and I want to see your boss, Mr. Pate."

The beautiful front desk lady smiled professionally: "Excuse me, sir, do you have an appointment?"

"This is about the death of your other boss, Mr. Gold."

"Then, are you the police?"

"No, I think what you should do now is inform Mr. Pate, see or not, it's up to him to decide. Instead of trying to stop your boss's guests, this is not a good secretary's job, oh, I understand Now, you plan to go out to lunch with him at noon, and then you are afraid that we will use up too much of his time and delay your appointment with him, little girl?"

"No, I'm going to inform Mr. Pate now." The front desk lady blushed and turned pale, and said viciously.

"Go ahead. I'm sorry, ma'am." Dr. Watson quickly smoothed things over and said.

The author has something to say: It seems that in 2007, the United Kingdom and the United States made a documentary called "Golden Gate Bridge".This documentary introduces the suicide incidents that occur on the Golden Gate Bridge every year. If you are interested, you can search it.