[Comprehensive British and American] Chaldea Reconstruction Documentary

Watching Lucia leave with her good partner in London, Rhea wanted to follow up, but because of the agreement with Mycroft, she obediently acted as Sherlock's behind-the-scenes spirit.

Now that he decided to accept this commission, the consulting detective acted faster than anyone else. He quickly pressed his finger on the phone, and then put on his coat and called Watson to go out together.

In order not to waste his precious time, Sherlock always chooses an expensive taxi when going out. Watching the two get into the car one after another, Rhea, who is still stealthy, chooses to sit on the roof of the car, and like this, they went to the eastern slums together. .

The slums, as the name suggests, gather many homeless people, drug addicts and money-trading workers. They may go astray at a young age, or their lives may undergo drastic changes and fall to the streets, but no matter what the reason is, those who live in the slums Everyone looked lifeless, as if they had lost hope in life. Even though the well-dressed Sherlock and Watson appeared here unreasonably, no one shared a trace of curiosity.

Relying on not being noticed, Rhea let herself look around.

Compared with the high-rise buildings in the center of London, the houses here have existed for a long time, and the outer coating has basically peeled off, revealing the gray cement injection layer. Six or seven people who don't know each other are crowded in the small In a small room.

These people who have roofs to shelter from the wind and rain are considered to be in good condition here, and more people have only a worn-out overcoat, and they can make do with living in the bridge hole or even just on the side of the street.

Rhea saw the old man with cloudy pupils, trembling and paralyzed on the ground, and also saw the expressionless child in ill-fitting clothes.

These people who usually live at the bottom are like a layer of mist covering the bustling city of London. They do exist, but no one cares.

Unable to explain how she felt, Rhea could only silently follow behind Sherlock and Watson, watching the well-known detective walk through one dilapidated bedding after another, as if she was purposely looking for someone.

After walking about a few hundred meters, Sherlock stopped in front of a bridge hole.

"Bob, I have something to ask you."

Bob is the homeless man that Lucia mentioned before.

The skinny young man walked into Rhea's line of sight, "What's the matter? Is there anything else I need to pay attention to?" Seeing Sherlock, Bob was obviously a little happier. After all, this strange person came to him, which meant that he Another easy income.

"I want to know the details about the six prostitutes that Lucia said were missing."

Watson and Rhea obviously didn't understand that Sherlock left the ready-made client alone and came all the way to inquire about the magical operation of a homeless man.

"Don't look at me with that stupid expression." Sherlock glanced at Watson with some distaste. "Sometimes the information from the subjective narrator will be mixed with some personal emotions. I need some objective information for reference."

Watson shrugged. It was obvious that the famous detective had his own reasons for everything he did.

"Lucia? She really went to find you." Bob looked a little surprised. "It's true that there are fewer girls out on the street these days. I haven't seen Jane and Susie for a while, but who knows if they just changed places because the street business is not good?"

"Really, I'm almost out of support. Do I still have time to care about other people's life and death?" Bob waved his hand, as if he disdained Lucia's 'nosy'.

"Can you remember when was the last time you saw those two people?" Ignoring Bob's nonsense, Sherlock just focused on the information he wanted to know.

"Of course I don't remember, every day is pretty much the same, how can I remember clearly." Bob's tone suddenly became a little regretful, he failed to provide useful information, it seems that he will not be able to earn extra money this time . "Oh! The only thing I can remember is that it's been raining a lot this last month." Bob struggled to wring out of his mind anything that might be of value, for the precious pound.

It rains a lot in London. Isn't that natural? Watson felt helpless.

After handing Bob a five pound note, Sherlock consolidates information about the case in his memory palace.

This incident is very special, there are many doubts, it is just good to pass the time.

Rainy day, although this is an inconspicuous matter, Bob's subconscious obviously thinks that this information is valuable, otherwise he wouldn't have said it so eagerly.

Leaving from Bob's bridge hole, Sherlock found Lucia's house according to the address given by Lucia.

Lucia has been engaged in this profession for many years, and it is becoming more and more difficult for her to stop making money when she is young, but the accumulation of years has also allowed her to have her own shelter in a slum.

The small room was decorated quite warmly by her. In the dark environment, this was the only bright color that Rhea saw. Watson obviously had the same opinion as her, but Sherlock had never had such sensibility. He glanced around , I already knew the key information that Lucia lived alone and had no children.

"Sit down first, I'll make tea."

Although I was a little surprised that Sherlock came to visit just after I left Baker Street, Lucia still entertained the guests in a courteous manner, but Sherlock had no intention of taking the teacup, but just pulled a chair and sat down. Lucia was obviously a little embarrassed by her maverick behavior. Watson, who was always considerate, quickly reached out to take the tea she had just made. Sherlock was indeed a genius, but this astounding genius didn't quite adapt to the ways of the world.

"Do you remember when you last saw those missing women?" Seeing that Sherlock was not going to speak, Watson had to start asking as usual.

Rhea, who was still in the [breath blocking] state, obviously couldn't have her own small teacup, so she could only stand aside and watch Lucia fall into her own memories.

"I'm actually not familiar with all the girls. Only Susie is closer to me. The others are just soliciting customers on the same street. A week ago, she told me that she had received a good business, but since that day I never saw her again at the beginning, and it was only from her that I gradually noticed that there were so many fewer girls on the street."

"Do you still remember what happened the day you last saw Suzy?" Watson asked.

"That day...it seemed to be raining?" Lucia was a little unsure.

Another message about rainy days?The first time was a coincidence, but the second time even Watson felt that something was wrong.

"Excuse me, but can I know whether these girls have any conflicts with other people, emotional disputes, or financial disputes?" Watson continued to ask.

"There shouldn't be any, everyone in our business knows not to talk about feelings with customers." Lucia smiled, "As for money disputes, the ones that bother us may be those gangsters and addicts who often come looking for trouble. .”

"But apart from grabbing some money, they probably don't have the guts to do anything else. After all, we have to live to make money."

Rhea, who was silently watching from the sidelines, noticed with sharp eyes that Lucia clenched her fists tightly when talking about this. This woman who seemed to have never been treated kindly by life also had anger in her heart, but it might be this anger that prompted Let her make her life better.

"Then do you know who Suzie's 'good deal' is?" Watson grabbed a clue and tried to use it as a breakthrough.

"I don't know, we never ask our guests' names."

But unfortunately, this path does not work.

"Sherlock, do you have anything else to ask?" Watson felt that he was at his wit's end, and quickly asked for help from the big detective beside him who had been sitting and playing with his mobile phone since the beginning.

"Not yet." But the detective didn't even look up.

"Then I'm sorry, we'll stop here. If you think of anything, you must contact us." The clay figurine was also very angry, and Watson picked up Sherlock and left Lucia's house.

"What are you doing! Now that you have accepted this commission, please be serious, this may cost six lives, Sherlock!" After walking tens of meters quickly, Watson turned around and started his education on human nature.

"I'm serious." Facing Watson's responsibilities, Sherlock showed his cell phone.

So what exactly did Sherlock do?

In the past ten minutes, Detective Lestrade, who was buried in the files in Scotland Yard, could hardly ignore his frantically ringing mobile phone. This frequency, at first glance, was that worrying little ancestor.

"Send me reports of unnamed dead bodies near the eastern slums for the last month. SH"

"Even if it's a goldfish, you should manage the things in your fish tank well. SH"

"Your Scotland Yard's low energy always refreshes the lower limit of my cognition. SH"

"Even the most basic paperwork you can't understand now, quickly. SH"

Poor Lestrade scratched his hair a few times, and he swore that if he hadn't received the 'special subsidy' from the 'British Government', he would have given the little bastard Sherlock Holmes a look, but he Can not do it now!So he could only temporarily put down his work in frustration and go to sort out files for Sherlock.

Seeing Watson who had nothing to say, Sherlock raised his hand and stopped a taxi: "If this is really a serial murder case, the dead will tell me more than the living."

Watson, who didn't want to talk to him anymore, got into the car by himself. Seeing this scene, Rhea suddenly became curious about how Sherlock Holmes in Cary usually gets along with Watson.

Still turning over and jumping onto the roof of the car, Rhea seemed to be sitting in a small London sightseeing car, watching the scenery around her gradually pass by, until a small old clothes store a block away attracted her attention.

A furious man was smashing the items in the store wantonly, while a woman who seemed to be the owner stood aside and watched coldly.

What happened?Rhea, who couldn't figure out whether she wanted to 'serve justice', only hesitated for a moment before the car drove away.