[sherlock] Sherlock's Ome

Looking at the traces in the garden of Sherlog's house, John watched from the sidelines, talking to Sherlock from time to time as usual, and complimenting him. Shelley joined in the fun for a while, then suddenly remembered something, pulled John aside and asked, "How did you know that I came to Gay Wright for vacation?"

John Tan Tanshou: "I don't know either. Sherlock came back yesterday and found that you were not there. I said you were on vacation. Then he said he was going on vacation after he went out for less than an hour. I guess he went to your room to check. But how to know that you are here, I don't know."

"This guy must have been secretly looking at my computer records, but I called here to say, how did he find out?" Shelley couldn't figure it out, and asked, "He said he was Where have you been?"

"No, but I've been following Sherlock for so long, so I've learned a little bit," John was a little complacent, "He looks very tired, but he's got a lot of tan in just a few days, and when I bought the ticket, I Saw two Pakistani rupees in his wallet, just don't know what he was doing there."

Shelley couldn't figure it out either. If it was a case, Sherlock had never kept it from the two of them. What did he secretly go to Pakistan for?Could it be the state case mycroft handed him?But Sherlock has always had opinions on politics and his elder brother who is engaged in politics. He has never been obedient and obedient. He always makes troubles and makes everyone feel uneasy. How could it be so quiet this time?

She is not a smart person, and she is usually a bit careless, but she is still a woman anyway, and she is always very sensitive on certain issues.Although there is no evidence, Shelley always feels that Sherlock's secret trip has something to do with the woman named Irene Adler.

Thinking of this, she felt more and more disheartened.I used to think that Sherlock might really want to marry his job, and he didn't have the cell of love at all, but now it seems that it's because the person he likes has never appeared!This is no taste, that kind of woman is scary enough to be a lover, be careful at any time if she stabs you by your pillow, and even falls in love with her.Sure enough, even love has to pursue the most exciting and brain-intensive one?

"Sheley, are you okay?" John asked cautiously from the side.

Shelley woke up from his contemplation, and forced a smile: "I'm fine, by the way, how is the puppy, you are on vacation, is Mrs. Hudson looking after it?"

John looked at her face, and then changed the subject: "Yes, Mrs. Hudson is very fond of the little guy. She hugged her to check her body and vaccinated her. Originally, I planned to send the little guy to a pet hospital Mrs. Hudson disagrees, she wants to take care of the little guy herself, I think Sherlock will fall out of favor after we go back."

Shelley laughed. She was suddenly looking forward to the excitement of a cat-dog fight, but the puppy was still a little small, so she had to watch carefully at that time, so as not to let the little guy suffer.

Sherlock seemed to sense her "maliciousness", and suddenly stopped his movements and looked back at her, Shelley's heart skipped a beat, and he looked around but didn't look at him.

Sherlock smiled slightly, turned to Sergeant Forrester and old Mr. Ging and said, "I think I need to go upstairs to see the room where the two Mr. Ging stayed at that time."

We passed a stone-paved corridor next to the kitchen, followed a wooden staircase to the second floor of the house, and climbed the landing from there.Opposite it is another more ornately decorated staircase leading to the vestibule.From this landing there is the living room and several bedrooms, including those of Mr. Ing and his son.

Sherlock walked unhurriedly, paying attention to the style of the house. Shelley could tell from his expression that he was following a clue closely, but she couldn't guess what he was following at all. She had no idea about the case. It looked like the owner of the house shot him A robber who robbed a house.

"I said sir," Mr. Xiao ing said impatiently, "you don't need to investigate any more. The one who was killed was a robber, and no one in the village has seen him. And I can be sure that he has never been raped." Upstairs, my bedroom is at the top of the stairs, and my father's bedroom is next door. I don't believe that if the thief goes upstairs, we won't notice, and there is absolutely no need for you to waste your time like this."

Old Mr. Ging echoed his son's words: "If you need to investigate, you should look around the house. Maybe the thief has been ambushing outside for a long time, and you can find some sandwich bags, mineral water bottles and the like."

"I think I need to take a closer look, for example, I'd like to see how far you can look out from the bedroom window. I know, this is your son's bedroom," Sherlock said, pushing the door open, "this is You were reading in the room when you found the deceased, right? Where does the window face?" Sherlock walked across the bedroom, opened the sliding door, and looked around the small private study that was specially separated. There was a A large bookcase on the entire wall and a set of desks and chairs, "Has your house been maintained recently?"

"Of course, it's a hundreds of years old house after all. Are you satisfied now?" Old Mr. Ging said dissatisfiedly, and closed the door of the study heavily.

"Of course, thank you." Sherlock behaved politely, "Now I need to go and see Mr. Xiaoying's bedroom."

"Is this necessary? I was not in the bedroom at the time, I went to the kitchen downstairs." Mr. Xiao ing said.

"Oh, yes, then we'll go downstairs to the kitchen after we finish the bedroom." Sherlock said, insisting on going.

Old Mr. Ging's bedroom is a suite, with a small living room outside, and the bedroom inside is not big, with simple furniture and small windows, making it a bit dark. Sherlock walked around inside, then walked out without saying anything.It was just that when passing the sofa in the small living room, it suddenly tilted, staggered, bumped into John, knocked John back a step, knocked over the small side table next to the sofa, and there was a fruit plate on the side table, The fruit on the plate rolled all over the floor. Fortunately, there was a thick carpet on the ground, and the fruit plate was not broken.

John apologized repeatedly, squatted down to pick up fruit, and everyone also knelt down to help. Officer Forrester suddenly called out, "Where's Mr. Holmes?"

The faces of the two Mr. ing changed. They rushed to Mr. ing's bedroom next door. John and Shelley looked at each other and quickly followed.

All three of them were there, wrestling, Sherlock's neck being choked hard by Mr. Ging, and Mr. Ging taking his gun from his pocket.

John touched his waist. They were on vacation this time, and he didn't bring a pistol. Shelley had already rushed over, and knocked out the gun in the old ing's hand with a hand knife, and John went to help Sherlock, and pulled the little ing away forcefully. Police officer Forrester also rushed over and stopped the father and son who were about to pounce on Sherlock.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"This lunatic," Mr. Xiaoying called out, "what kind of detective did you invite here? It's a complete lunatic who actually wanted to destroy my old house with a history of more than 300 years."

Sherlock got up and straightened his clothes, rubbed his neck again, and then said: "The case is solved, Officer Forrester, congratulations, you have busted a gang of cultural relics theft."

Everyone was astonished, Police Officer Forrester cleared his throat and said, "Okay, Mr. Holmes, we just said we would go downstairs to have a look..."

Sherlock interrupted him impatiently: "Look at this house, there is a room between two rooms. Then look at their faces..."

Everyone turned their heads together, indeed, the faces of the two gentlemen had already explained everything: the old man seemed to be stunned, with a painful and sullen expression on his firm face, but the son lost his original lively attitude and became like a vicious man. Generally speaking, the eyes showed a menacing and fierce light like a trapped beast, without the slightest elegance.

Without saying a word, the police officer went to the door and called out, and two policemen responded.

"I have no choice but to do this, Mr. Ing." Police officer Forrester said, "I have to check this house first, this kind of old house doesn't count as having a secret room... Ah, what do you want to do?" He reached out and knocked Xiaoing away He took out the gun from nowhere in his hand, and the gun fell to the ground with a "click", "Cuff them up."

Sherlock stepped on the gun with his foot: "This can be used during the interrogation. Now let's find out the secret room. There should be undisposed stolen goods in it. Of course, the focus is on the picture in the living room of the 'Battleship Temirelle at the end. A homecoming', I think that's what the officer came for."

"police officer?"

"Yes, our deceased is a police officer. A few days ago, I heard that the National Gallery in London was stolen. The treasure of the town hall 'The Last Homing of the Battleship Temirelle' was stolen. Officer Forrester, Scotland Yard will appreciate you .”

"But..." Officer Forrester was puzzled, "The painting downstairs is a fake."

"Of course, of course, what we saw was a fake, and the real one was hidden behind the painting." Sherlock ignored the fierce eyes of the two ings, "Sheley, the case is settled, and there is still some time before dinner, the village There is a small hillside with a very nice view in the north, let's make an appointment there."