[sherlock] Sherlock's Ome

Sherlock pretended not to see her expression, paced up and down on the ground, pondering, and asked after a while, "What do you think about this case?"

Khouri smoked a cigar and pondered for a while, then said: "I'm just a book writer, a dreamer, I'm not good at communicating with people, let alone love. But we know that there is a barometer of love. Its special form of expression... One more cigarette please, I'm glad you like it. When one is about to end one's life, one can use a fan, a pair of gloves, a pair of glasses, etc. as a The treasure is in your hand. The knife was probably thrown by the young man when he fell down. I may be wrong. In short, I think Willoughby committed suicide. Young people in their twenties always take broken love very seriously. .”

Sherlock looked a little surprised, he asked, "Smith broke up with his boyfriend?"

Although Khouri tried his best to conceal it, everyone could still see the surprise on his face: "Do you know he is gay? I am not discriminating against homosexuals, but now although the UK has passed the law legalizing gay marriage, there is still a certain degree of Discrimination, I, as an employer, have to be careful to keep it a secret."

Sherlock smoked another cigarette, thought for a while, and then asked, "What's in the desk drawer in your study?"

"Oh, it's nothing special, it's just letters, photos, and certificates." Khouri said as he took out the key from his pocket. "If you're interested, you can open it."

Sherlock took the key and glanced at it before returning it: "No need, I think I smoked a little too much, I have to go to the garden to get some fresh air, so I won't bother you for now. Does Mr. Smith have the key for this drawer?"

"It's all personal belongings and has nothing to do with work, so he wasn't given a key."

Sherlock nodded: "We'll report back to you at around 2 o'clock after lunch."

Out of the villa, Shelley saw that there was no one else around except Johrade, and finally couldn't help but blame Sherlock: "Have you counted how many cigarettes you smoked today? Didn't you keep talking about quitting smoking? Today's smoking , the previous efforts are all in vain, do you still want your health?" Sherlock seemed to be immersed in his own thoughts, not paying attention to her anger at all, and Shelley became even angrier, "Sherlock, did you hear me?" if?"

Sherlock was awakened from his thoughts by her roar, looked at her angry look and asked in surprise, "You're angry, what's wrong?"

Shelley choked for a moment, and suddenly felt that he was a fool for being angry for so long.She let out a long breath and asked, "Sherlock, why do you smoke so much today? Cigars have more nicotine than ordinary cigarettes."

Sherlock smiled and smoothed her hair: "Don't worry, just this time, it's not an example. It depends on this cigar whether my reasoning is correct or not today."

In solving the case, Sherlock never said anything big, and he never lied to her. Although Shelley didn't understand the relationship between smoking and solving the case, he didn't say anything more.But John asked incomprehensibly, "Is there something wrong with these cigars?"

"Of course not. We're looking at soot."

Everyone still didn't understand, but he refused to explain if asked again, he changed the subject: "Look, Mrs. Marco is here, I have to talk to her."

Sherlock is still very good at pleasing women when needed. If Mrs. Marco is not very old, Shelley thinks that she will be jealous-although Sherlock has always been very good to her, surpassing any female creature except the two elder women .

"Yes, Mr. Holmes, the boss smokes a lot, especially when he is writing, he always smokes, so the air replacement system in the study is also very advanced... Oh, I don't understand that thing, I just heard from poor Willoughby Yes, although Willoughby also smokes, but not much, Jerome smokes more... Yes, Jerome is the former assistant, the boss is a very approachable person, and Jerome has a very good relationship with him, I can often see After work, they also got together to rest and have fun. He was a handsome young man with a lively personality. I don’t know why he stopped working after a few months.”

"What's jerome's full name?"

"Jeromelucas. Does he have anything to do with it?"

"No, I'm just asking casually." Sherlock said, "Has Mr. Lucas been here since he left?"

Mrs. Marco didn't understand why he would ask about a person who had left the job for more than two months, but she still thought about it and said: "Yes, I came here once last month, and left after a short stay, in a hurry , I didn’t even hear me call him, I happened to make some cookies that he likes, and I wanted him to taste it.”

"Khouri shouldn't eat much, right? I don't think he likes to exercise very much, and he also likes to smoke. You must know that smoking affects appetite."

"It's true that he doesn't like sports, but he didn't notice that smoking affects his appetite. After yesterday's accident, the boss was in a bad mood and smoked a lot. The whole bedroom was full of smoke, and he didn't let me go in to clean it. But he never I ate a lot at noon and night yesterday, almost twice as much as before. I heard that some people like to eat when they are in a bad mood, and some can eat three or four times as much as usual. But he doesn’t I like to leave the room, and usually go downstairs to the restaurant for dinner, but yesterday I sent it to the bedroom on a tray."

Hearing what she said, a relaxed smile appeared on Sherlock's face.He looked at the time and said, "It's almost 12 o'clock. It's time to have lunch. I don't know how the restaurants in this small town are."

Everyone was surprised that Sherlock could take the initiative to mention eating when there was a case. Does this mean that the case has already been figured out?Seeing everyone looking at him with strange eyes, Sherlock looked at Shelley and then at John, and asked, "What? Isn't it time for ordinary people to have lunch?"

"Yes," John replied, "but you usually don't want to eat."

"Oh, I don't want to eat, but you must be hungry. I can't starve my partner and my childhood sweetheart. One will affect my work, and the other will make me scolded by Mommy and Aunt Meng." Sherlock said confidently Lestrade is skipped.

Lestrade smiled wryly, and took them to the tavern in the town: "I got my lunch here yesterday, and it tasted pretty good."

During the meal, Sherlock talked about the flowers and plants in the garden, the fresh air in the countryside and other topics. Facing his sudden artistic style, everyone could only smile wryly. Mingming doesn't want to talk about the case.This damn secrecy.

When it was almost 2 o'clock, Sherlock stopped talking about these "meaningless" topics, stood up and said: "Okay, it's time for us to visit our best-selling author again, and we should have a better understanding of the case."

Khouri had just finished eating, and the large plate on the table was clean before Mrs. Marco could take it away.He sat by the window with his computer in his arms and a cigarette in his hand.

He pushed the cigarette case on the table towards Sherlock: "Mr. Holmes, has the truth of the case been clarified?"

When Sherlock reached for the cigarette, he suddenly gasped, his hand shook violently, and spilled the whole pack of cigarettes on the ground, he quickly squatted down to pick it up, and shouted: "shelley, let me Smoke one, it's rare to come across such a good cigar."

Shelley looked at him in surprise. Although she was not happy that he smoked, she didn't pinch him. This bastard made her blame again.But she didn't say anything, she just apologized to Khouri and knelt down to help pick up the cigarettes, obviously Sherlock was using her as an excuse, this has happened many times since she was a child.

The cigars were rolled everywhere, and it took them a while to pick them up. Even if she didn't know the market, she knew that such high-quality cigars would cost at least a few hundred pounds each.

Sherlock's eyes sparkled when he raised his head, Shelley knew that he had already figured out the truth safely, she loved to see Sherlock at this moment, serious, focused, full of absolute confidence, extremely handsome!

"Yes, I have figured out the truth of the matter." Sherlock said, "Mr. Lucas, please come out of the dressing room. Although the dressing room in this bedroom is not small, it must be very uncomfortable to stay in it for more than a day Bar?"

Everyone was very surprised, but the door that looked like a sliding wardrobe door was pushed aside silently, and a tall, handsome young man came out. He looked like he was only 24 or [-] years old. Because of the torment of the incident, the blue and black under the eyes are very obvious, and the face is full of exhaustion.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the crowd, and asked, "Can I have my glasses back? The whole world is hazy, it's so inconvenient."

Lestrade hesitated for a moment, but still rejected him: "Sorry, that's evidence."

Lucas sat down at the end of the bed helplessly: "Okay. Mr. Holmes, when I knew you were here to handle this case this morning, I knew I couldn't escape. I'm also a reader of Dr. Watson's blog, and I know how powerful you are. Just I still have a little bit of luck, hoping to escape. But I still don't know how you know that the murderer is me, and you can be sure that I am hiding in there. Although the glasses fell on the scene, I believe that Mrs. Marco did not see I bought it after I left here."