Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

Elena put down the book in her hand.

"Girl?" she asked.

Little Brut hesitated for a moment.

"...To be precise, it should be a man dressed like a girl," he answered hesitantly.

Elena nodded, "Have you notified Scotland Yard? Have you found any witnesses?"

She comforted her habitually, "In the nearby alley, it shouldn't have much impact on the construction site. It's okay, don't panic."

In the past three years, the mysterious cases that Elena encountered, large and small, that happened around her had already made her feel quite normal.

Some cases are premeditated, while others are extremely sporadic, large and small, and there are at least thirty cases.

Some criminals used the construction site as a dumping ground (the lucky ones made it to the second day of the crime, the unlucky ones were quickly caught by night watchmen), and others didn't even succeed at all.

Occasionally she even felt that Scotland Yard should make an agreement with her to send a small team to stand by every time construction was started, and then criminals would fall into the trap.

But after learning about the terrible high crime rate in London, Elena still dispelled this view.

At present, there are more than 200 million people in London, but there are only about [-] police detectives in total. It is better not to trouble these people.

Even though cases continue to be cracked, criminals still emerge in endlessly.

Not to mention that basically there are still vacant plots for new buildings, which are usually located in remote corners, and there are few residents nearby, so they may be more suitable for crimes in the eyes of criminals.

Anyway, Elena couldn't figure it out.

She had suspected that this was a conspiracy by Moriarty, but when he visited Moriarty in prison, he insisted that it was a complete misunderstanding, especially highlighting that he had completely shifted the focus of his career to writing. superior.

Yes, just like Marco Polo, Moriarty specialized in literary creation in prison, and seemed to want to change his mind and start a new life. Little Brutt nodded, and took out the newspaper from his pocket with shaking hands .

"It's been in the newspaper," he said. "Pete and the others were discussing this in the morning, and I overheard it. The newspaper is coming... Inspector Lestrade sent a telegram just now. This man died last night."

Pete is an apprentice in the firm and has been in charge of little Brutt's chores. Because he is also clever, no matter what the news is, he can always listen to it.

Elena spread out the newspaper.

It was written clearly that in an alley not far from the construction site of the opera house, the body of a young girl was found by early window knockers.

Strangely enough, the knocker didn't think at first that the young woman with the disheveled hair was dead.

The girl had blond hair scattered over her shoulders, her face was reddish, the corners of her lips were raised, she lay down on the dirty ground and curled up into a ball, her eyes were closed tightly, as if she was asleep.

The person who knocked on the window tried to call her twice, but got no response.

He felt something was wrong, and went up to pat her twice to try to wake up the sleeping beautiful girl, only to find that the touch on his hand was cold.

The person who knocked on the window immediately called the police.

What is even more shocking is that the person who knocked on the window admitted the wrong gender.

It was a man who was deliberately turned into a girl, put on a cheap skirt, wore a wig and was deliberately posed, so that the knocker mistook the gender.

According to Scotland Yard's investigation, the deceased gentleman often went in and out of major opera houses, and was also keen on the unique "scenery" of Covent Garden. heart.

Corresponding to this was a huge hole at the waist after his lying body was lifted up.

"That has nothing to do with us." Elena glanced roughly, "Since that's the case, then wait until the prisoner is caught. Why are you panicking? It's not about the firm, so it's okay. Be careful when you go nearby. a little."

She didn't understand why little Brutt was so flustered.

Little Brut shook his head.

"Miss Molson," he also took out the telegram and handed it to Elena, "You should still remember Miss Anna Renault, right?"

Elena nodded, "I remember. Has she been involved?"

she asked sharply.

Ms. Reynolds is one of the few female students who, by virtue of her own efforts, entered the School of Architecture to study architecture within three years.

Before that, what is even more amazing is that she originally lived in the Covent Garden area, earning a living by selling herself.

Elena noticed Reynolds at the time because even though she stood among the students, she still had a unique aura that stood out from the crowd.

As well as her excellent homework and design concepts, considering her age and the education she has received, it has to be said that this is very rare for her.

After Elena knew how Reynolds entered the Covent Garden area from the countryside, and was constrained by a brothel, and had to sell herself to pay the fees owed, she also felt quite incredible, and she felt a little more about this poor girl. Sympathy and pity.

She donated money without hesitation and sponsored her tuition for the past few years. The only requirement was that she would work in an office within two years after graduation instead of marrying and having children. Reynolds agreed very simply.

"Are all the brothels this rampant?" One day when they were talking, Elena gasped in surprise, "Her Majesty always lives a moral life...I thought the brothels in London should have shrunk their tails long ago." Already!"

Queen Victoria, who is still in power today, naturally hates this kind of dissolute life, and issued many regulations on moral restraint in the early days of her ascension.She even banned the use of blush by decent women, considering it obscene and shameful.

Renault smiled helplessly.

"No, it's just..." She sighed, "Regular brothels are still legal. Only the lowest-level street girls will be deported or arrested, not to mention that no one cares about it. Besides, the brothels there Life is better than being a worker, but I'd rather be a worker than be there."

Then she changed the topic, and Elena was considerate and didn't ask further.

Although there is not much age difference between the two, Elena thinks that she is a good student, so she teaches her carefully, and occasionally calls her over when she sees a good book, and lends her to copy a copy for a few days, and the relationship is quite deep.

How could it involve her this time?Are the two having an emotional entanglement?

Elena frowned, opened the telegram in her hand, and read it.

When she scanned a line, she almost couldn't hold the paper in her hand.

"How did she admit that she killed someone?" Elena said incredulously, "Is she crazy? Just admit it? What's the reason?"

She swept the paper in her hand again, "No, I'm going to Scotland Yard now. Little Brut, please help me go back to Baker Street and call Sherlock, and tell him to hurry to Scotland Yard. I need to find him."

Little Brut nodded.

"I'm going right away," he answered. "Is there anything else you want me to take?"

Elena reached out and picked up the bag on the table, "It's gone for now."

She knocked on the door next door, and walked in, "Eric, are you free—"

What caught my eye was Eric and a young woman talking softly, and Qi Qi turned to her direction after hearing the voice.

The young woman tied up her hair, but she had heavy makeup on her face, and her hair was messy, probably tied up casually on the way here.

"Ah, sorry," Elena took a step back subconsciously, "I didn't expect there to be someone inside."

Seeing her barging in, the woman stood up voluntarily.

"You are the Miss Molson that Reynolds often mentioned," she said with a smile, "I am a friend of Reynolds, you can call me Su Ge."

Eric stood up too.

"I got the news this morning," he said simply, "and she came after me and said Reynolds was innocent. What's the matter?"

"I'm planning to go to Scotland Yard and ask about Reynolds," Elena explained. "I don't think she's a murderer."

At the very mention of this, the young lady Suger became agitated.

"She must be innocent!" she argued loudly. "Reynolds is the gentlest of characters—I can't imagine who killed that bastard, but he deserved it!"

Elena heard this and turned to her.

"Why?" She was a little gentler. "You know, Reynolds himself admitted to the murder. If there is no reason, I have nothing to do, and neither can the lawyer."

"I saw Reynolds that night," Su Ge said through gritted teeth, "I'm sure, she didn't have time to commit crimes at all."

She took out the receipt in her hand, "When we went to the restaurant together that night, she ordered the food, and here is the receipt for the payment. It was almost nine o'clock in the evening after we finished eating, and it would take at least four hours for a horse-drawn carriage to the Opera House drive!"

"But Reynolds admitted..." Elena thought thoughtfully, "Is she trying to take the blame for someone? Or maybe she was coerced?"

If Suge hadn't lied, that was the only answer left.

"I don't know," Su Ge lowered his head weakly, "We haven't been in touch for half a year, and we haven't seen each other for almost half a year except for the sudden dinner invitation last night."

Elena nodded.

"Come with me, to Scotland Yard together," she looked at Su Ge, "after a while, you also tell the inspector of Scotland Yard."

Now she sincerely hopes that it was neither a poisoning nor a lie in this case.

On the carriage, Elena asked about Kevey's specific situation.

"You seem to hate him too," she was a little puzzled, and quickly added, "It doesn't matter if you don't tell me, I'm just asking casually..."

Su Ge bit his lip.

She hesitated for a moment, then pulled off her clothes, revealing her scarred shoulders.

Some are recent additions, others look a little older.

Elena took a light breath.

"That's why," she replied. "I say, the man deserved his death! He would even come into my house and threaten me with my savings, or beat me."

"I only entered there a few years after Reynolds, and Kvey was responsible for 'taming' me," Su Ge said slowly, "and my first impression of Reynolds was that she had a good temper, She doesn't fight too much, looks good, and has a pleasant personality. I later learned that she originally lived in the country with her father and had a small house, but after her father passed away, she was tricked into it by her mother, no, she was tricked back. This place. She was tortured for a week before I saw her."

But she was still very gentle, pouring water for Su Ge gently, and patting her on the back, telling her that she would be fine.

Later, when the two got along, occasionally Reynolds would hug her and sigh, give her medicine slowly, and tell her stories to lull her to sleep.

"I found out later that she has been pestered by that lunatic Kewei all the time." Su Ge cursed a series of obscenities without a pause before continuing, "She was tightly pestered, and every time she picked up a customer, she would She was abused by Kewei, different abuses, sometimes with whips, sometimes with ropes, or candles. She couldn't refuse, so she lived while being tortured. Later, Renault tried her best to escape——I Don't know what she was relying on, but she left and went to school."

Elena nodded, then leaned against the carriage, wondering who the suspect was.

If Reynolds is not a suspect, then it must be for someone close to him.

Elena always remembered that when she first saw Renault's homework, she found that she had a foundation.

Her hand-painting skills and her subconscious design habits all reveal that there are familiar people around her teaching her about these knowledge.

But Reynolds kept silent about it, and judging by Su Ge's attitude, he didn't know anything about it.

Could it be this person who made Reynolds willingly forgive him?

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Covent Garden, famous red light district in London

At that time, the prostitutes in London were so miserable. In the final analysis, the reason was that the social environment was not good/sigh. There are only a few textile factories where women work, but the workers are really too tired. At this time, the procuress of the brothel will take the opportunity to choose good-looking young rural girls, and say that they will find suitable jobs for them, and then lure them. Go to the brothel to eat and live, and then force them to sell their bodies by paying back the money.Like the earlier TV series "Harlots", it is about the life of British prostitutes in the 17th century. If you are interested, you can go and watch it. The ladies and sisters in it are very good-looking w

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