[sherlock] Sherlock's Ome

Shelley looked at the person in surprise, both surprised and helpless: "Sherlock, John, why are you here?"

"Come here for vacation. After working so hard for so long, it's time to rest for a few days." Sherlock smiled and nodded to the other two ladies, "My name is Sherloes, Shelley's childhood sweetheart, and this is our friend Dr. John Watson."

Both Mrs. Ell and Mrs. Mars looked at Shelley with ambiguous eyes, and welcomed the two men with warm smiles. Shelley didn't believe Sherlock's nonsense. Why did he work so hard to take a vacation? This guy hasn't accepted a case for several days. He disappeared inexplicably a few days ago. I don't know where he went. Maybe he went to mourn that woman?

She carefully looked at Sherlock's face, but she didn't see any signs of being overly sad, so she put aside her doubts and asked, "Is there a place to live?"

Major Haidt did not know when he appeared behind Sherlock and the others, and said with a smile: "Of course John and Mr. Holmes will live in our house."

Ell and Shelley couldn't help being a little puzzled by his reasoning. John smiled and said, "It's a coincidence that Major Haidt and I were comrades-in-arms, and we had a good relationship in Iraq."

"John saved my life," Major Haidt said with a smile, "otherwise I'm not sure if I'm still here today."

"You are too polite, but it is my duty."

After saying some polite words to each other, the Haidts invited the guests to go home and rest, but Sherlock thought it would be nice to take a walk in the village. The two men of them only went out with two small bags, which contained only a few changes of clothes, which were thrown nearby A small supermarket is temporarily stored.

Mrs. Mars had to take care of her two children, so she left first, leaving the Haidt couple to accompany the three guests for a walk in the village.The walking team of five people is huge, and there are three strangers in it, so people passing by will inevitably look at it a few more times.By the time they returned home for lunch, almost the whole village knew that Major Haidt had guests.

The few of them also got a lot of information, the most important news is: Gay Wright had an accident last night, burglars broke into Ying's house yesterday, and Mr. Xiao Ying shot and killed the other party in self-defense.

The two ladies couldn't help covering their mouths and exclaiming in a low voice. Sherlock's eyes flashed, and he asked a few questions with interest, as if he was thinking.But he didn't say anything, just continued to walk around the river in the village with them.

Just after dinner, Haidt's phone rang. It was a police officer surnamed Forrester, saying that he had a case to seek help from Mr. Holmes.Everyone looked at Sherlock together, Sherlock put down his coffee cup and wiped his lips and asked, "The murder case last night?"

Shelley and John immediately saw that he was very interested in this case. Police officer Forrester naturally came to help this case, and Sherlock agreed without thinking too much: "This case is very interesting, John, Shelley, you should come with me Go check it out, it's very interesting."

His words naturally aroused the curiosity of the two of them. They followed Sherlock and watched a lot of weird cases. What kind of case would it be if he said it was interesting and made them definitely watch it?

The ing house is located at the end of a road lined with oak trees. It is a gorgeous Queen Anne old house. Police officer Forrester led them around to the side door.Outside the gate is the garden, and outside the hedge of the garden is the road.

"Mr. Xiao ing was standing on the stairs and saw that person. The deceased saw that his family members were still awake, so he turned around and ran outside. Mr. Xiao ing chased him out. The place where the two of them fought is where we are standing now. Old Mr. ing It was by the second window from the left that he saw them fighting. He saw the intruder drew a knife and stabbed his son, and then he shot. His son said the same. Later, old Mr. You see, the ground is so hard here that it leaves no trace for us."

As Sergeant Forrester was speaking, two men rounded the corner of the house and walked up the garden path.One is older, nearly 60 years old, with a resolute face, deep facial wrinkles, and depressed eyes.The other one was in his early thirties, he looked lively, smiling, and dressed in gorgeous fashion, which formed a very strange contrast with the murder case that happened here.

"These two are Mr. Ing," Police Officer Forrester introduced, "They both said they had never seen the deceased, and he was not a local."

They walked into the old house together. The house is not big, but it is ancient and gorgeous, with a sense of the vicissitudes of history. All the furniture in it has a history of at least 300 years. "Mirelle's Last Homecoming", very new, although the imitation is good, but even a layman can tell it is a new imitation at a glance, especially in the strong contrast of the old furniture in this room.

Sherlock seemed to like this painting very much. He stood in front of it and admired it carefully for a while, then pulled Shelley and said, "This painting 'The Last Homecoming of the Battleship Temirelle' is the work of the British painter William Turner, and its authentic product is in London The National Gallery is known as the greatest oil painting in Britain. William Turner is good at landscape sketching, and his ability to grasp the overall light and color effects is impressive. The most violent moment in nature in his paintings, that is, the most beautiful side has been strengthened The exaggeration goes beyond the expressive range of natural force itself, and rises to the realm of interacting with the audience on a spiritual level. This kind of creation of the atmosphere of the picture and the mobilization of the atmosphere of the audience, no one else could do it in Europe at that time, and it is difficult today. Find a second..."

Shelley was pulled by him and said, although he nodded in response, he couldn't help being surprised. Although Sherlock is very good at playing the violin, he doesn't know much about oil paintings. How could he suddenly be so enthusiastic about such a fake painting today?

Police officer Forrester and the father and son of ing on the side showed disdain. At first, they thought Mr. Holmes was so powerful, but he came to pick up girls. The things he said were obviously memorized from somewhere, and it was hard to find such an opportunity. He quickly pulled the girl and started to carry it.

Sherlock chattered for about ten minutes, until his mouth was dry before he stopped, and said proudly: "This painting is not bad, but unfortunately it is a fake. This house should be hung with genuine ones. Mr. ing, Got coffee? I'm so thirsty after all this talk."

The two ings were stunned for a while, the old Mr. ing took good care of himself, he agreed repeatedly, and turned to go to the kitchen to make coffee, but the little Mr. ing showed a disdainful expression and ignored him completely.

Shelley himself doesn't like to see Sherlock these days, but he can't see that others despise him, so he can't help giving Xiao ing a blank look.It's just that her eyes are big and watery, and when she stares at people, she just looks like she is winking. Mr. Xiao ing's body becomes weak after being glanced at by her like this, thinking that this little beauty has taken a fancy to her, although she is not tall enough Plump, he still moved towards her unavoidably.

Mr. Xiao ing looks good, but his temperament is not very good. He doesn't look like a good person. Although he is dressed in gorgeous and fashionable clothes, he can't support his aura at all.On the other hand, old Mr. ing, although he is old and looks a bit fierce, but he has a very temperament, and he looks like a person who has experienced slaughter.

"Now," said Sherlock, "we'd better go over the grounds together and see if it's true that this eccentric thief hasn't stolen anything."

Before entering the house, Sherlock carefully inspected the broken door.Apparently the lock had been picked with a chisel or a sturdy pocketknife.Now you can still see the traces left on the wood after the sharp weapon j□j went away.

"So, you don't lock your doors at night?" Sherlock asked.

"We always think it's unnecessary." Old ing said.

"You don't have a dog?"

"Yes, but the dog house is on the other side of the house, and we will lock the dog up with a chain at night."

"It happened at a quarter past eleven in the evening?"

"Yes, sir."

"There are not many people who go to bed so late in the village. Do you usually go to bed so late?"

Old Mr. Ging said: "I usually go to bed at ten o'clock, but I went fishing with Major Haidt yesterday and got a good harvest. I played a few cards in the evening. I was a little excited. I just read a book in the study. My son likes to surf the Internet. He usually sleeps late, and he likes to eat something at eleven o'clock, but yesterday he ran into the deceased when he was going downstairs for supper."

Sherlock nodded: "It seems that our dead man is rather stupid, and he didn't even figure out your work and rest time."

Old Mr. Ging smiled: "Outsiders, it's normal to not know the situation."

Sherlock didn't ask him any more questions. He turned to Police Officer Forrester and said, "Let's go and see the corpse, Officer Forrester, you send someone to ask about the photo of the deceased in the village. Since he is a stranger, someone should have seen him. Then let Someone go to the police station to check his identity and see if he has a criminal record."

Police officer Forrester agreed to send someone there, and took Sherlock and his party to see the corpse. Sherlock walked around the corpse with his magnifying glass for a few days, carefully read the coroner's report, and motioned John to take a look.

John didn't see much: "The deceased was about 32 to 23 years old. He died 5.5 hours ago, that is, around [-] o'clock last night. The murder weapon was a [-] caliber pistol. The shot was on the left side of the head. The distance of the gun is more than three meters."

"Good marksmanship," Sherlock said.

Everyone looked at him puzzled, Sherlock laughed and said, "According to old Mr. Ging, he shot at the dead man from the second window from the left on the second floor, which was at least ten meters away from the dead man, so far away at 11 o'clock in the middle of the night. The gun can still hit with one shot, and I don’t worry about accidentally injuring my son, John, this marksmanship is better than yours.”

Officer Forrester asked: "Mr. Holmes, you mean that the two Mr. Ing lied?"

"At least it's not completely telling the truth. The specifics need to be investigated again."