[Comprehensive British and American] Chaldea Reconstruction Documentary

The development of the case was somewhat beyond Sherlock's expectations. Even though he used Mycroft's staff to search the forest park where the body was found for two full days, he did not find any other victims that fit his description.

This is not common sense.

Serial murderers must have their own safe zone for dumping their corpses. After committing serial crimes, because they have to bear the risk of being discovered during the dumping process, the possibility of changing the dumping place is very low.

Then why did they only find one victim? Was it really just a coincidence?

Sherlock couldn't find the answer, so he could only contact Lucia based on the newly discovered clues.

"When the victim was found, the clothes on her body were manually repaired. Based on your understanding, do you think she is a person who can mend old clothes by herself?"

"Sew old clothes?" Lucia thought for a few seconds: "Most girls in the slums buy clothes from a second-hand clothes store. The boss is very nice and often helps us adjust clothes that don't fit for free."

After listening to Lucia's words, the old clothes store she saw when she was sitting in the car suddenly flashed in Rhea's mind. The strange man's hysterical and violent appearance left a deep impression on her. Arturia's intuition crazily reminded her that the next clue must be related to that store.

Sure enough, the address Sherlock asked was in a block not far from the slums, so it became logical to visit this store.

The interior of the shop that was destroyed that day had not yet been renovated. Sherlock walked around the shop a few times, picking up a piece of clothing from time to time and looking it over carefully. He could be sure that the clothes worn by the victim were bought from here.

But Sherlock didn't directly ask about the missing girl, but pointed out another question: "Domestic violence."

There seems to be no euphemism in his dictionary.

Rhea also noticed that the face, arms, and exposed skin of the indifferent female shopkeeper were covered with bruises and bruises.

The man hit her with his hands.

Rhea blamed herself a little, she should have jumped out of the car regardless, and stopped the crazy man first.

"No, it's all right..." The female shopkeeper obviously didn't want to say anything more, "I don't think there are any clothes suitable for the two gentlemen in my small shop."

Between the words, it seems that they are chasing away customers.

"Ma'am, if you really have any difficulties, we can help you." Looking at the scars on the owner's body, Watson, who has always been polite and respectful of women, expressed his concern frankly.

But his concern still did not get a response, the shop owner chose not to pay attention to them, and continued to clean up the shop on his own.

"Then do you know this woman?" Watson did not give up, showing the photo of the victim in his hand.

The female shopkeeper raised her head and looked at the bloody photo with an unwavering expression: "I know her. She came to me to buy clothes, and I even helped her change them."

"And do you remember when was the last time you saw her?"

"A week ago, she took an old dress and asked me to change it to fit her better. She said she was going to meet a 'earning' client."

Facing Watson's question, the shopkeeper's answer did not differ from the clues provided by Lucia.

Rhea was a little anxious. She knew that there was still an important supporting role in this story, which was the man who was obviously violent.

But Rhiya, who knew the whole story, was still inconvenient to expose herself. Just when she made up her mind to release the [Breath Blocking] on her body, she suddenly found that the man from that day was walking straight towards the store.

Looking at this man at a close distance, Rhea found that he was really down and out. He had been wearing clothes for a while, although he was not short, but his complexion was sallow and emaciated, as if he hadn't had a full meal for a long time.

"You bitch!" Seemingly dissatisfied with the shopkeeper talking to Watson, he rushed into the shop aggressively, and was about to slap the woman in the face with his hands raised.

But the slap did not fall. Even though Watson, who was a military doctor, had retired from the battlefield, his physical fitness was very good, and he easily blocked the man's ostentatious arm.

"Why don't you dare to rush at me?"

To deal with this kind of scum, Watson obviously didn't treat Sherlock with a good temper. His eyes were cold, his expression was serious, and he was not tall but could give people a sense of security. He stood firmly in front of the shopkeeper.

"Just out of prison, or on parole, with weak feet and weak limbs, it seems that you have been well 'entertained' inside, how does that feel? Sensitive personality and extremely low self-esteem, you need to rely on violence to find self-awareness, but in front of you When you compare your strength, you never dare to resist, tsk, it’s so sad, do they treat you like a man? What do they call you? Coward? Gradually began to brush up the sense of presence.

Seeing that Sherlock blushed the man's face in a few words, Rhea said that she wanted to learn this trick too.

But just like Sherlock's analysis, the man who was so humiliated didn't have the courage to fight Watson. He just said weakly: "You wait!" Then he gave the shopkeeper a hard look and left in embarrassment. .

"Thank you." The shopkeeper still thanked him indifferently, but he didn't intend to continue other topics.

Watson, who felt that he really couldn't find anything else to ask, glanced at Sherlock, and found that the great detective didn't intend to continue pestering him, so he chose to leave.

Watson, who had just done something good, was obviously in a good mood, and his walking posture was full of happiness.

But before he had gone far, Sherlock threw out a big message.

"There's something wrong with that shopkeeper."

"what"

"what?"

Rhea and Watson shouted in surprise at the same time.

Although Rhea's voice was suppressed by Watson, the keen detective still frowned slightly, as if he had noticed something was wrong.

"What's wrong with her? I think that man is more problematic." Watson couldn't help retorting.

"She was too calm. A normal person's first reaction when seeing that kind of photo would be to resist and escape. I didn't see this from her expression."

"Maybe it's because of being violently treated..." Watson tried to defend the shopkeeper, "Why didn't you say that the man had a problem, and you also said that he always used violence. I think it might be because he saw it in the shop. Those girls then changed their minds."

"He doesn't dare." Sherlock's tone is firm: "He doesn't even dare to face my provocation head-on, kill people, he doesn't have the guts." Sherlock sneered, as if mocking.

"But now the only clues we have are pointing to this store, and we don't even know who this girl's customer is." Watson looked at the photo in his hand with a heavy tone.

Sherlock didn't answer, walked to the coffee shop across the street from the old clothes store with long legs, and sat down firmly.Watson, who has not been partnering with this person for a day or two, said that this is the signal that Sherlock will fight a 'protracted war'.

Seeing that the two of Sherlock seemed to be waiting here until the shopkeeper showed his flaws, Rhea decided to take the initiative because she had no sense of existence now.

The farce just now didn't seem to have any impact on the shop owner. She was still looking after the shop expressionlessly like a robot. After an unknown period of time, a phone call came in.

"What the hell did you do to Jane?" The male voice on the other end of the phone was a little anxious, but it made Rhea feel very familiar.

It's the violent man.

"I just freed her from this world." When she said this, the woman with a cold face grinned.

This smile made Rhea feel her scalp go numb, and she quickly turned on the communicator between herself and Chaldea, trying to record all the content that followed.

"Are you crazy? She is your daughter!" The man gradually became hysterical.

"I know, because she is my daughter." The woman's voice was still unhurried. "But she still has your blood in her body."

"I've done everything you asked me to do, tell me where the hell is Jane?"

"They will have a good life afterwards, even better than before. They don't need to worry about other potential dangers in this world, and they can live freely."

What the woman confides made Ruiya's heart go cold. Now she is basically sure that this woman is the chief culprit who caused the disappearance of the six prostitutes.

Putting down the phone, the woman walked step by step into the inner room of the second-hand clothes store, followed by Rhea.

The small shop actually contained a universe, and after passing through a winding corridor, Rhea saw a dim 'prison room'.

A brown-haired girl was locked up in the room, her mouth was sealed with tape, and she was tied unconscious to an iron bed in the middle of the room.

The shopkeeper, contrary to his indifference just now, approached her very gently, and gently stroked her face.

"Don't worry, I just help you remove the dirty things, it won't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all."

If she hadn't seen the knife in the shopkeeper's hand, Rhea would have thought they were a rather interesting couple, but the truth was always crueler than she imagined.

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Rhea manifested Jack's sharp double knives, and quietly approached behind the unaware shopkeeper.

Rhea waited for the icy blade to stick to her neck rather maliciously, and then released her [Breath Blocking].

Someone suddenly appeared beside her, and the unsuspecting woman was frightened by Rhea, leaving a bloodstain on her neck.

"Don't move, if you don't cooperate, I don't know what will happen?"

It seemed that the surrounding environment intensified Rhea's adaptability to Jack's magic power, and she suddenly felt extremely excited. Through the dagger in her hand, she seemed to be able to directly feel the rush of blood in the woman's aorta.

I really want to cut it off like this, like a devil whispering in the ear, dangerous thoughts filled Rhea's brain.

"Master!" Matthew's voice rang in his ears, calling back Rhea's reason.