[sherlock] Sherlock's Ome

After the case was solved, Sherlock was still happy to talk about how he solved the case: "First of all, what we know is that a young man sneaked into the study yesterday morning, looking for something from the computer or the drawer. But Smith came in caught him, and in a panic he grabbed the pocket knife on the table and killed Smith."

"I have seen the key of the drawer, it is new and almost never used, that's why the paint of the drawer is scratched. You carry the key of the drawer with you. You can only have such a private key with you. People who are close or have been very close. After he lost his glasses, the world in front of him was blurred, and he couldn’t leave as quickly and quickly as when he came. The panic after the murder made him subconsciously look for the closest people around him for help .So he stumbled up to the second floor, fell maybe once or twice on the way, ran into the innermost bedroom on the second floor, and told khouri that he had killed someone."

Shelley couldn't help but interjected and asked, "Why? I mean why did Khouri cover up a former assistant who killed his assistant?"

"Don't laugh at my EQ anymore, John," Sherlock said, "Sheley's EQ is lower than mine."

John looked at him and then at Shelley, and said helplessly, "It probably has nothing to do with EQ, and I didn't see it either."

"Oh, use your little brains, they are a couple, of course, plus Mr. Lucas has his ex-boss plus ex-boyfriend."

"Couples?" John, Shelley, and Lestrade all exclaimed.

"Yes, Khouri is not only in a relationship with Mr. Lucas, he is also in a relationship with Mr. Smith. Am I right, Mr. Lucas?"

Lucas nodded: "You're right, Mr. Holmes. I'm a fan of Khouri's books. I was so excited when I came to work for him. Not long after, I found out that he likes boys, tall, tall and Legs, buttocks, I am very happy, because I also like men. So we got together logically, and I lived happily in those few months. Even if I had to work late into the night every day, I felt that I was living in heaven. "

"But the good times didn't last long. In less than half a year, Khouri got tired of me. He fired me and recruited another boy who was tall, long-legged, and hip. The moment I saw him, I knew it was The next me... No, no, I didn't intend to kill Smith, I knew he was innocent, this poor man didn't know that the reason for being favored was his body. I just felt unwilling, so I pestered Khouri asked for one last night. That night I secretly copied a file about the shooter and tried to use it to threaten him not to break up with me."

"Gunner?" Shelley was very surprised. She had read almost all of Khouri's books, and never thought that he also used gunners.

"Yes, ma'am. Mr. Khouri has written a lot of really good books in the past, but he's been a bit out of his wits lately, so he's paid for some little-known writers to ghostwrite for him. I don't mind that, I know He's just tired of his brain and needs to rest. Although he abandoned me, I didn't really think about exposing him, I just wanted him to stay with me. My house was burglarized the other day, and I found out that The files are gone, I was in the safe locked in my room before. I guess khouri hired someone to do it, so I came back and tried to steal it again, but the files in the computer were gone. Luckily I had put Each of the keys on Khouri’s body is paired with one for storage, and they are secretly used as a pair of couple keys, so this time it will come in handy.”

"My God!" cried Khouri, "My God!"

"Then why do you still use Mrs. Marco's study key hanging on the ground floor?" Sherlock asked.

"Because I still had the study key in my hand when I was distributing the key, I don't think it is necessary to do so." Lucas said, "While I was flipping through the drawer, Smith came in. I quickly closed the drawer and stood up, but he had already Grabbed me. I was nervous at the time, or maybe there was some reason for jealousy. I grabbed the knife on the table and waved at him, trying to scare him into letting him go, but unexpectedly cut his neck. Smith fell I grabbed my glasses and blood spurted out of my neck, I was terrified and didn't know what to do, the first thought in my mind was to find khouri."

"Khouri was going to hand me over but I told him if he handed me over I would tell the public that he had the shooter and khouri had to keep me and hide me in that dressing room. Okay, I'm done talking, let's go, I don't want to see khouri again."

"Oh no, dear Jerome," Khouri called.

"Don't worry, khouri, even though you don't really have a heart, you don't fall in love with me or smith, as long as no one specifically asks, I won't mention the shooter, you just have a few more dicks than others .”

On the way back, John asked, "Sherlock, I still don't understand, how did you know about the relationship between Khouri and his two assistants?"

"Some gadgets under his pillow and the way he looked at me, John, you know I have long legs and a pretty upturned butt anyway."

Johrade was a little speechless, but couldn't help laughing. Shelley glanced at his butt involuntarily, his face burning.She spurned herself in her heart, it's not like she didn't bathe and sleep with Sherlock when she was young, what's there to blush?

Sherlock keenly noticed something was wrong with her, and asked: "Sheley, what's wrong with you? Why are you blushing so much, are you sick? John..."

"No, it's just a little hot, it's okay." Shelley quickly stopped.

"Hot? Although it's already summer, today's temperature is up to 25 degrees." Sherlock was a little puzzled, but seeing that she was fine, he let it go and went to think about his own problems.

John is a person who is very good at making friends, although he doesn't think so himself.When dealing with the lost Partington missile program, the staff John knew at the Ministry of Railways introduced John as a confidant after talking with him for a few minutes, and the first reaction after he encountered an injury was to put him Sent to the clinic where John works.

It was a 25 to [-]-year-old youth, wearing a black suit of ordinary quality, with a handkerchief wrapped around one of his hands, and the handkerchief was speckled with blood.Although the young man was handsome, his face was very pale, and it could be seen that he had suffered severe and long-term pain.

"Hello, Doctor, I'm Viktor Hatherley, and would you please take the trouble to show me my thumb, or rather, where it used to be."

He untied his handkerchief and held out his hand.All I saw were four protruding fingers and a scarlet, spongy section where the thumb should have been.The thumb has been chopped off or pulled off by force.

"Oh my God, how did you do that? It must have bled a lot," John exclaimed, washing the patient's wound as gently as possible, applying good medicine and wrapping it up with a bandage.

"Yes, there was a lot of blood. I fell into a coma after the injury, and I believe I must have been unconscious for a long time. When I came to, I found that it was still bleeding, so I held the end of the handkerchief tightly. Wrap it around your wrist and tighten it with a twig. But I didn't make it, it was hacked like this." Mr. Hatherley said, a little worried, "I have to put this thing Report it to the police, but I don't think they'd believe me if I didn't have this wound as evidence, it seems so strange and I don't have any evidence."

When John told this story, he and his patient were already sitting in the living room of 221b: "So I asked for leave and brought him back, Sherlock, I think you should be able to help."

Sherlock hadn't received a case for several days, and if John hadn't returned with his patient, he would have started trashing the wall with his pistol again.So he patiently listened to Mr. Hatherley's story about his experience: "But before that, I think you need to eat something. I don't want to wait for a long time because you fainted when there is a case. John, you Can I call Shelley to bring up some food? She's downstairs in the coffee shop."

Shelley heard that a patient who lost a lot of blood needed food, and quickly brought a large plate of food, and sat down together to hear what happened to him, and complained to Sherlock by the way: "Is there any criminal group that appeared recently?" , I received two counterfeit bills at the takeaway window today, but fortunately the face value is not big."

After eating and drinking, Hatherley finally regained some strength and looked better: "I am a mechanical engineer. After graduating from university, I entered a famous Wenner and Matheson company in Greenwich for two years. Later My father passed away, and I got a lot of inheritance, so I thought of doing it alone. Although I have two years of experience, it is not easy to do it alone. In two years, I only took four It’s a small job, and the income is not as good as my half-year salary when I went to work.”

"I was almost desperate, and I started to think about closing the office and finding a job to go to get off work. When I was about to leave work yesterday, a colonel named lysaark came to my office, double checked my information, and handed over to I have a job."

"What's this Captain Stark like?" Sherlock asked.

"He was of average height, but extremely thin, as I have never seen a man. His whole face was so thin that only the nose and chin remained, and the skin of the cheeks was taut over the prominent cheekbones. Yet His haggard appearance appeared to be natural rather than diseased, for he had a bright eye, a brisk walk, and an easy demeanor. He was dressed simply and neatly. His age, as I judged, was about forty." hatherley Pausing for a while, seeing that Sherlock had no other questions, he continued talking.