[Comprehensive British and American] My Neighbor Mr. Holmes

William rushed in directly.

"Aunt Hudson, are you all right?"

As soon as she entered the kitchen, she saw Aunt Hudson covered her lips, her eyes were wide open, and when she heard William's voice, Aunt Hudson looked at William as if she had found a backbone, with tears in her eyes, "It's so amazing. Cruel, Will."

William followed Aunt Hudson's line of sight suspiciously, only to see five large characters written in blood on one wall of the kitchen: Hand over.Below the words, a black cat was stabbed to death lying on the side, blood was left all over the place.

"Aunt Hudson, it's okay, let's go out first."

William frowned, took Aunt Hudson into his arms, and led her out of the kitchen.

"Oh, Will, what happened, it's horrible!"

Aunt Hudson said, looking at William worriedly, "Are you okay?"

"Of course not, Aunt Hudson," William said pretending to be relaxed, "I think as long as you travel to France, you will return to the original state."

"Really, Will, you won't be hurt," Aunt Hudson held William's hand tightly, with a persistent look on her face.

"Of course, I assure you that I will be fine."

William assured Aunt Hudson with a smile, "relaxed".

Aunt Hudson looked at William for a long time, then sighed, and said, "In this case, I will go for a few days, but I will not leave England. I will go to the countryside to visit Elizabeth. I haven't seen her for a long time. met her."

When talking about Elizabeth, Aunt Hudson obviously thought of some happy things, with a smile on her face, "What happened between her and Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy really worried us for a long time!"

"Mrs. Darcy will be very pleased to know that you are coming."

William is a good friend who knows Aunt Hudson. When they were young, they took classes in the same university and were close friends and classmates.

"It just so happens that my luggage hasn't been packed yet, so I can go there tonight."

Aunt Hudson said, pointing to Edward Cullen's suitcase by the door and said, "I'll call Elizabeth first."

After speaking, Aunt Hudson started calling. William glanced at it, and then moved his gaze to the kitchen.

In such a short period of time, how did that person get in and write the words?

Or in other words, what did that person want him to hand over?

I'm afraid this matter will not be known until Sherlock arrives.

"Will, I've already contacted Elizabeth, and I'm going over now."

After Aunt Hudson hung up the phone, her mood recovered a bit.

"Then I'll see you off."

"Oh, no, Mr. Darcy has a company in London. They said they would send a driver to pick me up later."

Aunt Hudson said, walked over and hugged William, "I'll be back in a few days, Will, you have to take good care of yourself, don't let aunt worry, okay?"

"I know, aunt."

William hugged Aunt Hudson, and the touch in his arms made him feel a little sad.

It had been a long time since anyone cared about him like Aunt Hudson did.

After talking with Aunt Hudson for a while, someone knocked on the door and said it was the driver of Mr. Darcy's house.

Seeing this, William loaded the luggage into the car, and after hugging Aunt Hudson tightly, he watched Aunt Hudson leave in the car.

For a moment, he was the only one left in the whole family.

William went back to the kitchen alone, and the blood around the black cat's body had begun to congeal, a deep red, which looked particularly oozing, and even the words "blood" on the wall began to become blurred.

The line of sight moved along the "scarred character" to the window next to the wall. It was a light-transmitting window, about one meter high, and it was possible to go back and forth through it. Besides, there was the back alley of the coffee shop next to the window. rare.

When William exited the kitchen and called Watson, he realized that he forgot to report the crime.

After finishing these two things, William sat on the sofa and waited for Sherlock and Watson. Unexpectedly, when they came back, even Officer Lestrade appeared.

"How are you together?"

William looked at the three of them suspiciously, and asked, "Could it have been discovered..."

"The body of the girl in red has been found." Seeing this, Watson nodded to William and explained, "On the way to the suburbs, the cause of death was excessive blood loss. Sherlock and I checked the body over there. Saw your phone and came with Officer Lestrade."

"This is really a sad thing." William said with emotion.

"Mrs. Hudson is back, and she has someone else with her."

Sherlock glanced around the room and spoke.

"Yes, but this kind of thing happened, I will let her go back to the country first," William said here, before realizing what he had done wrong, "I think you can do it without Aunt Hudson's narration." That ties the whole thing together, doesn't it?"

Sherlock ignored it. He took out the disposable sterilized gloves from his pocket, walked into the kitchen, first glanced at the words that had almost melted away, frowned, then looked at the black cat on the ground, carefully After looking at it for a while, he reached out and touched a dead grass on the black fur that was almost dyed the same color as the fur.

"This is a wild cat, it seems to have been caught casually, and the time of death was about an hour ago," Sherlock continued after packing up the withered grass, "the man brought it in after it was drowned. , killed, so the surrounding blood volume was extraordinarily large, and a lot of water was mixed in it. Not only that, that person was obviously very careful, he hardly left any footprints in the house, which made people even more suspicious. "

"The font on the wall was written by him with paint. It's very fresh. I'm afraid it won't take more than an hour. If you can plan everything in such a short period of time, unless you are someone who is very familiar with this area, or Only those around him can do it, and there is another important point, which I am afraid he did not expect."

"Which point?"

William asked.

"Mrs. Hudson came back suddenly," Sherlock said, he opened the window, and moved his eyes to a trash can beside the back door of the nearby cafe, "the fuel on the wall is so short In time, it melted like this, probably because he was in a hurry at the time, and it was too late, so he had to do it like this, and there were dark 'water marks' on the ground, probably because Mrs. Hudson came back suddenly and interrupted him. plan, so he waited there for a while, but it was because of that moment that the blood dripping from the cat he drowned fell on the ground inadvertently."

"In this way, during that time, someone may have seen him!" Watson followed up with his deduction, "We can go to the cafe and ask."

"You're right!"

Officer Lestrade heard this and ordered a police officer to go to the cafe to inquire.

"So far we have found nothing. Who is going to do this? What is his purpose? We don't know anything," Police Officer Lestrade said here, shifting his gaze to William, and asked, "Steve Mr. Tork, you still haven't recalled any useful information?"

"Sorry, in my memory, the Stoke family doesn't have anyone who has a particularly bad relationship, or who has sinned against anyone, of course, except for some strong enemies in the mall, but you know, now, these strong enemies are no longer No more rivals."

William said this, turned around, and said to Sherlock, "Sherlock, I have something to tell you."

"It's about Mycroft."

Sherlock took off the disposable sterile gloves on his hands and said, "He has looked for you and has something to do with this matter."

"Well, yes." William said, "In fact, not only did he come to me, but even Moriarty came to me."

"He also wants to take care of this?" Sherlock's silver-gray eyes lit up suddenly, "Oh, this is the best news I've heard in a while!"

After Sherlock finished speaking, he grabbed William's hand suddenly, with a look of excitement, "Let's go and see those portraits."

"Look at the portrait?"

William was taken aback for a moment, and then he understood, "I'm afraid we'll have to wait until tomorrow to see the portrait, because it's a bit late to go to the suburbs at this time, and we have other important things to do."

"Other important things?" Watson was the first to ask, "What is it?"

"It's like this," William told the conversation between him and Mycroft, only concealing his wizard. Although Sherlock had already guessed it, Watson and Officer Lestrade I don't know yet, not to mention that this matter is not something that can be publicized everywhere.

"It's not just British people."

Sherlock repeated this sentence, "Then it wasn't done by one person, maybe it was a gang."

"Let's go now."

Sherlock said, grabbed William's hand, and was about to go out.

"Where are we going, Sherlock?" Watson saw this and hurried to follow.

"Go and find, Sir William," said Sherlock. "Since Mycroft wants us to go and find Sir William, he must know something, and we must find him before those men do."

"Those people will do it?"

Inspector Lestrade followed up with a question.

"They don't look like good people. I'm afraid they are a group of desperadoes." Sherlock said, "Judging from their behavior, that group of people is likely to be engaged in sailor-related work."

"Why a sailor?"

Inspector Lestrade asked.

"Because it's a water plant. Judging from its yellowish appearance, it may have been around for four or five days."

Sherlock said, and handed the bag containing a water plant to Officer Lestrade, "That black cat was just drowned, so this water plant must not belong to him, if it is not his, then it belongs to that person .”

"Well, now we're going to find Sir William. Do you know where he lives?"

After Sherlock finished speaking, he asked William.

"Where do you live?" William was taken aback and shook his head. "I don't know. I haven't seen my father since he went to heaven. Besides, he never looked for me."

"It's strange, isn't it? A friend who has such a good relationship, but after the death of the other, he didn't visit his descendants. It's a bit abnormal, isn't it?"

Sherlock raised his eyebrows and said to Watson.

"Watson, I need to use your phone."

As Sherlock said, he recited a series of communication codes.

Watson also knew that Sherlock would not do useless things, so he dialed the number according to Sherlock's words.

"Sebastian, where does Sir William live?"

"Sir William? He has been missing for a day. We are looking for him. What happened, Sherlock."