[sherlock] Sherlock's Ome

"Smith was still alive when khouri arrived. He pulled khouri and said 'it was him', but he died without giving them a chance to rescue him." Lestrade took out an evidence bag from his pocket, which contained a pair of Gold-rimmed pince-nez: "Smith was holding these glasses when he died. He had good eyesight. They must have been snatched from the murderer's face."

The glasses are very beautiful, a very fashionable style, Sherlock took the glasses and began to enjoy them with great interest.He put the glasses on the bridge of his nose, tried to see things, went to the window and looked outside, then leaned into the light, carefully observed the glasses, and then returned them to Lestrade: "Its owner is a man Young, that's why Smith said "it's him". He is elegantly dressed and likes fashion. People who wear this kind of gold-rimmed glasses generally pay attention to their own clothing image, and they will not allow themselves to use inappropriate accessories. He is about 23 years old When I was 28 years old, I hadn't bought glasses for a long time, no more than two months. I have a wide face. According to the aesthetics of ordinary people, I should be considered a handsome guy, so I am very confident in my appearance. My eyesight is very poor, and my arms or legs may be damaged. A little hurt."

Shelley asked suspiciously: "I can understand with poor eyesight, why do you know that he is a handsome guy, but his arms or legs are injured?"

"As long as his facial features are correct and he is well-dressed and stylish, how can he be ugly?" Sherlock said, "His glasses are so dark, without them, his eyes will be blurry, and if he kills someone, he will easily step on the air when he runs down the stairs in a panic. .” He paused and asked, “There should be police guarding there, right?”

Lestrade nodded: "The police station has been guarding there since they received the report. Do you think the murderer will go back?"

Sherlock shook his head: "I have to go to the scene to see some things to be sure."

The next morning, the wind stopped and the rain stopped.After a hasty breakfast, they took the train to Yorksleigh, a few miles away at Kesham, and a policeman came to pick them up in a police car, but Sherlock, as always, refused to take the ride, insisting on taking a taxi. behind them.

"Wilson, any news?"

"Sir, no."

"Has anyone reported seeing a stranger?"

"No. No one came or left at the station yesterday."

"Have you inquired about hotels and other places where lodging is possible?"

"Ask, sir. Can't find a single person connected with the murder."

"It's not too far to walk to Kesham from here, it's a small place and someone stays in Kesham or goes to get on the train without going unnoticed," Lestrade said.

Sherlock didn't say anything after hearing this.

The small building is exquisite, the garden is also well-maintained, and the well-trimmed grass is very wet and energetic.The road from the gate to the villa is not wide, and there are rows of shrubs on both sides. Sherlock asked: "Are there any footprints?"

Lestrade shook his head: "It hasn't rained for several days, so Mrs. Marco turned on the irrigation system when she came yesterday morning, but we didn't see any footprints. The murderer was very careful when he walked and left no traces."

"So the murderer is a very calm person..."

Shelley's cell phone rang suddenly, she smiled at them embarrassedly, took out the cell phone and took a look, it was Tom's call.She stepped aside and picked it up: "Hi, Tom, good morning...I'm not in London...Well, sorry, I've been busy these days...Okay...see you later."

When she returned to the path, Sherlock was waiting for her, and before she could say anything, he said, "You're going to walk around by yourself, the murderer doesn't know where to hide, it's too dangerous."

Both Lestrade and John couldn't help turning their heads to look at him. Didn't they just say that the murderer is a very calm and careful person, and wouldn't kill people casually?What's more, there are police everywhere around this villa, so what danger can there be?

They walked into the villa, Sherlock said: "I think this small door in the garden is usually open, well, then the murderer must have entered the house from here. He didn't think of killing people at that time, otherwise he would have brought He was armed with a weapon instead of the knife on the desk. He walked up the passage, leaving no trace on the wooden stairs, and then he went into the study. How long was he in the study? We cannot tell."

"I forgot to tell you, Mrs. Marco went upstairs once before, but the study room was locked. When she went downstairs to get the key, she went to the bathroom on the first floor first. She has been a little constipated for the past two days and stayed there There was a quarter of an hour, and the murderer probably went upstairs during this time."

"How many keys are there to the study?" Sherlock asked.

"Three. Khouri and Smith have one each, and Mrs. Marco hangs the other key on the stairs on the first floor together with other keys. Mrs. Marco said that the key was still there when she went downstairs, waiting for her to come out of the bathroom Not anymore, she can't be sure if the murderer got the key or Smith got it."

Sherlock glanced at where the key hung, it was under the stairs and within reach when he went upstairs.The stairs are made of wood. Although they are a bit old, they are still very strong. If you want to walk up silently, you can still do it without creaking.

When he reached the second floor, Lestrade asked: "The one inside is Khouri's bedroom, are you going to meet him?"

Sherlock shook his head: "Go to the study and read it first."

The study room is very simple, with two desks, two chairs, a set of sofas, two filing cabinets and a whole row of bookcases.There is a computer on the desk that is turned on. Sherlock asked, "Was the computer on when the murder happened?"

"Yes, I asked khouri, last night they turned off the computer before going to bed, and it was turned on when he came in."

"Is this khouri's computer?"

"Yes."

"So the possibility that the deceased opened it is relatively small. As an assistant, you should not open the boss's computer casually. So what did the murderer want to find in it?" Sherlock walked over to check the computer, and then bent over to look at it Looking at the desk drawer, he exclaimed, "Look at the scratch, have you asked Khouri if his desk key is new?"

Lestrade froze for a moment, and shouted: "Donawan, go to Mr. Khouri and ask."

Donawan reluctantly went, and came back in less than 2 minutes: "It's not new, blame... sir."

"Very good, very interesting. Now it seems that the murderer took the key from the first floor and went upstairs. He first turned on the computer, but he didn't get what he wanted from the computer, so he used the key to open the drawer," he tried. He tugged, "It's not locked now. At this moment, Smith walked into the study, and he hurriedly pulled out the key. It was a newly issued key, which left scratches on the surface of the drawer. Smith caught him, they may have been arguing or fighting, the murderer got too excited and grabbed the paper knife on the table and cut Smith's throat."

"But smith grabbed his glasses as he fell, and he can barely see without them, so how is he going to get down and out? How is he going to get out of the house safely before Mrs. Marco comes out of the bathroom? He must have fallen more than once on the way down, or..."

"Or what?"

Sherlock shook his head: "Let's go visit that best-selling author."

They went downstairs and into the innermost bedroom on the second floor. Khouri is sitting at the desk in front of the window and typing on the computer. The bedroom is very messy, full of books everywhere, on the bookcase, under the bookcase, on the table, on the sofa, and there is almost nowhere to stand.

Lestrade knocked on the door, Khouri looked back and saw them, stood up and said enthusiastically: "Mr. Holmes? I have heard you for a long time. This is John Watson, right? I refresh your blog once a week. Then this is Miss Shelleyhope, She really is a beauty, no wonder she can tie the heart of our great detective." When he said the last sentence, his eyes swept around Sherlock, looking a little frivolous.

Shelley was a little uncomfortable by his tone, but Sherlock laughed and made a cute expression when he usually asks for help: "You usually smoke cigars? I was forced to quit smoking for a while, let me smoke one Have you had a good time?"

Khouri enthusiastically picked up the mahogany cigar case on the table, opened it and handed it to him: "This is the apple-flavored cigar I brought back from Cuba. You can try it and you will definitely like it. Smoking cigars is enjoyment, quit smoking It's such a pity." He graciously cut off the end of Sherlock's cigar, and took out a box of long sulfur-free matches for him to light.

Sherlock took a puff of cigarette beautifully, exhaled a smoke ring and said: "You are really good at enjoying, the best cigars, the best cigar box, coupled with beautifully designed cigar cutters and sulfur-free matches, are incomparable."

Khouri sighed: "My usual pastime is only two: reading and smoking, but now only smoking is left, I can't read at all, what a wonderful person Willoughby is, I can guarantee that after a few months of training, He would make a good assistant. What do you think of this, Mr. Holmes?"

Sherlock walked around the room smoking a cigarette, shaking his head: "I don't have any idea yet."

Shelley stared at him secretly, after such a short time, he has already smoked three cigars, should he quit smoking?