Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

Inspector Lestrade followed Holmes, talking to him in a low voice.

The new detective beside him was dumbfounded as Holmes touched the corpse, then leaned over to sniff it, and lay down on his side, his movements were smooth and smooth, but there was a sense of strangeness everywhere.

Who would do such a thing in such a place?

Finding the new agent standing aside in a daze, Lestrade scolded him twice, telling him to keep up with the team.

Lestrade actually knew that Holmes's way of investigating cases was completely different from the past.

But anyway, he was used to Holmes' weird actions, and he didn't care about the so-called "official cases" where people from the public were not allowed to participate.

Over the past three years, anyone who is a little familiar with Holmes knows that Miss Molson is behind Holmes, and he knows a little more. After all, he has a better relationship with Holmes than Inspector Grayson.

He can basically memorize as long as he can now, even if the people under him can't match Holmes in sharp thinking, they can follow his movements and learn a little bit.

Holmes rushed to the side again, took out a clean paper bag from his arms, twisted it a few times, smiled, and carefully put away the unknown things on the ground.

Lestrade wanted to ask Holmes what he was doing, but he was afraid of disturbing his train of thought, so he stood up awkwardly.

When Holmes stood up again, he took the opportunity to interject, "Holmes, look at this case—"

Before he finished speaking, Holmes raised his hand to stop him.

A different kind of excitement showed on Holmes' face.

"There are still some doubts that have not been clarified, don't worry, Lestrade," he stretched out his hand to greet Watson who was squatting beside the doctor, "Get up, Watson, we should go and see this mysterious murderer, Where did it go!"

Lestrade took the opportunity to interject, "Holmes, do you think Miss Reynolds looks like a murderer?"

Holmes glanced at him.

"There is no doubt that she did not have the strength to push the body here. This is a long distance from where the murderer died," he said, "but she must know something and be hiding something. As for what we know, we can get the answer after we ask in a while.”

scotland yard.

"Don't ask me," Reynolds said helplessly. "It is true that I killed the man. Even if you don't believe me, just treat me as the murderer. Anyway, Scotland Yard won't care. They need someone to answer the question." The public is responsible, no matter who this person is."

She clasped her hands, and her short-cut hair hung softly behind her ears, with a soft luster.

Even with the prospect of being hanged, Reynolds remained calm.

She was wearing the clothes she had when she surrendered, and the mental stress of being tortured for a day didn't seem to have affected her too much, "After all, you and I both know how unreliable Scotland Yard is."

The house was one of the Scotland Yard holding cells, and the building was a little old, and the surrounding walls were in tatters.

When Elena arrived, Reynolds was simply locked up. Due to her relationship with the firm and the fact that the case has not been investigated yet, she did not receive too bad treatment, but was handcuffed That's all.

Elena said she wanted to see Reynolds, and she was quickly let go.

Elena glanced at her again, then sighed, and leaned closer to her ear.

"I want to seek justice for you," she said. "No matter who is persecuting you, you can tell me here. I can seek justice for you. I am your teacher, Reynolds."

She was telling the truth.

Although Eileen devoted herself to the study of architecture, her contacts were indeed not narrow, not to mention the earl and Sherlock Holmes who could turn to for help.Even if the Lord threatened Reynolds, Elena could play around and help her figure out a way to escape.

Her words were very low, and Reynold's eyes became hot, and he almost shed tears.

But she bit her lip and shook her head, "I'm the murderer, teacher, I'm sorry."

Elena was pissed off by her.

"I know you really want to get rid of this crime." She patted the table, almost unable to restrain her anger, "Reynolds, have you ever thought about it, you said you killed the person, so how did you kill it?"

"Drug him to stun him, and then after he was almost bleeding, put him in a skirt and clothes, put on a little makeup," Reynolds said calmly, "and then moved him to the alley with a small cart , took a pose."

She spoke smoothly, probably because she had already prepared it before coming here.

"I still don't know your strength?" Elena suppressed her anger, "You don't even know how to kill a chicken, so you can kill?"

Elena knocked on the table with one hand.

"Okay, since you insist," she asked, "do you know that Suge is out there? Suge, your friend."

Renault's face turned pale.

"Why is she here?" she blurted out.

"Of course I brought her here," Elena replied, "She said that you definitely didn't kill the person. You see, what you said doesn't hold water at all."

She stood up, "I'll give you a little time. You talk to her for a while, and I'll wait for your answer."

Seeing Elena's figure leaving neatly, Reynolds couldn't help standing up.

"Teacher!" she yelled.

Elena paused.

Seeing Elena leaving, the light in Reynolds' eyes dimmed.

"Teacher..." She choked up and shouted, "It's indeed me. Don't check."

Elena didn't speak.

When Elena came out, she found Holmes standing outside the door, asking Su Ge a question.

His demeanor is very focused, and he is in two states completely different from his life.

"Is she still refusing to say anything?" asked the police detective on the side.

Elena nodded.

"She insisted that she killed that person," she sat wearily on the chair by the door, "I really don't understand..."

What is worth Renault's life to protect?love?

Elena thought it was ridiculous.Reynolds wasn't that kind of person, she was in the most emotionally chaotic place in the world, and she should have known about it.

And the guy who taught Reynolds drawing skills...

"...Yes, someone gave her a white tulip. Then Renault turned pale, said that he had something urgent, and asked me not to tell it," Su Ge slowly repeated, "then we left, The time should be around [-]:[-], and the boss and waiters at the time knew it."

Holmes nodded.

He discussed with Lestrade, and then went in again.

Elena glanced at the slowly closing door.

"Did she tell her motive for committing the crime?" She asked Inspector Grayson next to her.

"It's because Ke Wei is greedy for money, and he came to threaten her. If she doesn't pay her, she will expose her past as a prostitute and her little secrets, and touch her," Inspector Grayson replied, "and then That's how she planned the killing and throwing of the corpse the next day."

"We verified that the argument between the two was indeed witnessed the night before," he said, "and it was confirmed that Kvey yelled at her and mentioned money. At the same time, we found at Renault's home Medicine and knife."

Elena shook her head.

"That's not right," she said with a bit of a headache. "She is threatened, so she can come to me. What's more, it's delayed until the next day... I don't think she did it."

"Did you find out who Kevey went to see yesterday?" Elena asked.

"Someone saw Kevey go near the opera house in the morning, but he came out not long after," Inspector Grayson replied, "To be honest, I don't think Miss Reynolds is the real murderer, but her suspicion Quite a lot indeed. I won't be able to tell you the rest, Miss Molson."

He added, "After all, you and Miss Reynolds are very close."

Elena nodded in understanding, Inspector Grayson turned the handle and walked into the small room.

And Elena walked towards Eric.

He was turning over something on the side and asked the guard, "What is this? Whose thing is it?"

"Miss Reynolds's," replied the guard. "She came straight to Scotland Yard after school, and it's here."

"Is this gold watch too?" Eric asked.

The guard shook his head.

"I don't remember clearly, the police detective who just went to the scene also came," he replied, "I didn't stay here before, I only know that part of it is true."

Eric nodded.

"Eileen," he motioned for Elena to look over, "Look, this watch probably doesn't belong to Reynolds, or she... got a gift from that person."

What he said was very cryptic, but Elena understood.

The price of this watch is too expensive, and it is not something Renoir can afford.If it wasn't hers, it was a gift from someone who had close contact with her.

By following the vine, we should be able to find out who bought the watch.

Then you will know who Reynolds is deeply concerned about who she has been reluctant to mention.

"Have you spoken to Sherlock?" Elena asked.

She couldn't help but looked in the direction of the door again.

"Of course," Eric put the things down, and said, "In fact, he discovered this as soon as he entered the door, and he doesn't need to remind me. Things will come to fruition by tomorrow at the latest, so you don't have to worry."

Elena nodded.

Of course she didn't doubt Sherlock's ability, she was just worried about Reynold's state.

She could see such an obvious and clumsy scapegoat, how could Sherlock not see it?

She just saw the eyes of Reynolds, she is like a bird whose wings have been broken, or a leopard whose eyes have been stabbed blind, facing the ending that has been guessed for most of the day, thinking that it is an endless road .

Yes, Kevey was an asshole, and Elena knew that.

He is a cruel low-level gangster, a bad guy who does all kinds of evil, but when the law can't restrain him, is it wrong to kill him?

But is it really wrong to pursue a truth?

Next day, Baker Street.

Elena rubbed her forehead a little tiredly, and stepped up the steps step by step.

Yesterday and today, because of Reynolds' matter, she ran a lot to find someone for help.

Thanks to the London police, after their investigation, witnesses have confirmed that Reynolds had no time to commit crimes during this period, which can be regarded as ruling out the possibility of Reynolds committing the crime.

In this case, even if Reynolds insisted that he was the murderer, he would not be accepted by the judge.

Reynolds obviously knew something, but she refused to say it. Due to Elena's identity and the school's protection, the London police did not dare to torture her to extract a confession.But they sent a few official detectives and authorized them to follow and observe Reynolds' whereabouts in order to test out the identity of the suspect, and Elena knew about it.

In any case, Eileen didn't want to care about these things for the time being.

For her, Reynolds' acquittal was enough, and her time with Scotland Yard was over.There are still many things that need her to worry about in the future, such as the opening of the nearby opera house.

She hung her bag aside and sat for a while, when she heard a knock on the door downstairs.

Then Mrs. Hudson's voice, "Sir? Can I help you?"

Elena walked out of the door, leaning on the railing and looking down.

Downstairs stood a tall and straight young man, who was also one of the people who frequented the office recently. His name was Victor Laloux. A wealthy businessman who returned from overseas with his ashes.

He is the investor of the opera house this time.

"I'm here to see Miss Molson," said a young voice, clearly enunciated and clearly educated. "She should have mentioned me to you. I'm Victor Lalouux."

Elena rejoiced that she hadn't changed into her normal clothes yet.

She hurried downstairs, "Mr. Lalou, long time no see. What's the matter with you this time?"

"Miss Molson!" Lalou tapped his palms. "I'm glad you're at home. I do have something to ask you. Can we go upstairs?"

Following his movements, the chain on his wrist jumped, and the golden color on it was almost dizzy under the sunlight.

Elena glanced at him for a while, then moved away, nodded politely, and led him to the waiting room on the third floor.

"What's the matter?" Mrs. Hudson asked after tea was served, "If you're asking about the recent murder without a clue, there should be no delay in the construction of the opera house. My team and I have already The workers below were notified and asked to travel with them."

Lalou shook his head.

"That's not it," he said. "What I want to know is...First of all please rest assured that I am very serious about this relationship."

Elena rubbed the back of her hand a little awkwardly.

"What emotion?" she asked. "If it's about me, please don't say any more."

Lalu showed a rather vulnerable expression.

"But you know," he begged a little under his breath, "I'm really…"

"That's what I think, Monsieur Lalou," interposed another voice, "after all, it's a shame to spoil another's feelings."

This is extremely blunt.

Elena turned her head in surprise, and it was Holmes who opened the door and entered.

She breathed a sigh of relief. "You're back, Sherlock?"

Holmes raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah," he put his coat on the back of the chair, "I understand the matter roughly."

Elena nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I hope the results come out soon," she looked at Holmes. "I've had enough these days."

Holmes laughed inexplicably.

"Of course," he raised his hand, "it will be over soon."

There was a gun in his hand, and the black muzzle was aimed at Lalou.

"Put up your hand," said Holmes, "and throw the pistol in your lap on the ground. See that sofa? Throw it there."

These words startled Elena.

She looked at Holmes, then at Lalou, finally stood up, took out the gun from her satchel, and aimed at Lalou.

Lalou seemed to understand that his plan had completely failed.

He sighed, took out the gun from his pocket a little unwillingly, then slowly squatted down, and threw the gun in his hand to the side of the sofa.

And at that moment, Lalu took the opportunity to follow this movement, rolled forward on the spot, and rushed towards the window.

At that moment, Holmes jumped on him nimbly like a hound and pulled him off the window sill.

Watson, Inspector Grayson, and Inspector Lestrade who followed him rushed forward and tied him up tightly.

And Elena stood aside, not even having time to think about what happened in less than 3 minutes.

"It seems that he is the murderer." She came back to her senses after a while, "I'm a little surprised."

After tying Lalou firmly with a rope, Holmes turned around and looked at Elena.

Instead of discussing the case, he said, "I'm worried about you."

The author has something to say: Lalou: Confess to Miss Molson, with her contacts and my bribes, I can barely escape and fly away

Lalou: If it doesn’t work, you can leave London with the excuse of being hurt, and take advantage of her contacts to quickly leave with money and fly away.

Holmes: Stay in jail, sir.

Lalu is Reynolds' biological brother, because Kewei threatened to expose his relationship with Reynolds, and plotted to kill Reynolds, this matter was supported by another person, but this matter was known by Reynolds , she simply surrendered, intending to take the place of one or both of them (x). It's a pity that everyone is not stupid. By the way, police detectives can really be bribed at will. (I was shocked when I checked the information. In the late Victorian period, police detectives were easily bought. In order to prevent corruption, the government had to raise their wages. It is really amazing.)

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