When Pei Donglai dressed as John Watson

"The victim was in her late thirties, a professional, and from her attire, I'd assume someone from the media industry. Dressed in bright pink. She had come from Cardiff for an overnight stay, as evidenced by the size of the suitcase. .”

Sherlock talked eloquently, and his confident words made him look extraordinarily high-spirited.

"The box?" Lestrade was dumbfounded, and before he could say anything, Sherlock had already continued.

"She's been married for at least ten years, but not happily, she's had a string of lovers, but no one knows she's married."

"For God's sake, you just said it casually." Although Lestrade always knew that Sherlock Holmes was a mysterious person, he only got some information about the other party after observing the corpse. This still made Lestrade taunt in disbelief.

Sherlock didn't take Inspector Lestrade's words to heart, and used his own deduction method to deduce the truth: "Her wedding ring is at least ten years old, and other accessories on her body are clean. The single wedding ring is not, which means that her marriage history is very unsatisfactory.

The inside was brighter than the outside, indicating that the wedding ring was often removed, and only when she did it was wiped once, but not for work.You look at her nails, she has long nails and beautiful red nail polish, obviously not done by hand, so why does she always take off her wedding ring?Not just one lover!Since she can't pretend to be single for that long, it's more likely to have a long line. "

"Awesome!" John praised without hesitation. The person in front of him had a more terrifying insight than Di Renjie.

Sherlock paused for a moment, then pretended to be nonchalant, but accidentally looked at John with a deliberate look, and his expression changed from flying to reserved in an instant. "That's obvious isn't it, Greg."

"It's not obvious to me." John, who also has superior observation skills, said so, and he also saw Sherlock's performance when he praised him.John felt that Sherlock seemed to be expecting the praise of others, which made him feel like a child.

And for a kid who expects compliments from others, John doesn't mind giving him a candy at all.

"God, what's in your little brains?" Sherlock sighed, "It must be something boring."

"……"I was wrong! — John

"Look at her coat!" Sherlock pointed to the pink coat on the deceased's body: "It's a little damp, it must have encountered heavy rain in the last few hours. It hasn't rained in London this time, but the back of her coat collar It was also wet, which meant she turned it up to keep out the rain. She had an umbrella in her pocket, but it was dry and unused, so that meant it was windy, and a strong wind, too strong to hold an umbrella.

It could be seen from her trunk that she was going to spend the night, but her journey did not last more than two or three hours, because the coat was still wet.So, where have you just had torrential rain, strong winds, and within two or three hours of your journey? Sherlock turned on the phone's screen and turned it to Lestrade. "That's Cardiff." "

"Why do you keep talking about suitcases?" After listening to Sherlock's deductive reasoning, this was now Lestrade's only question.

"Yes, where is it?" This is also Sherlock's question, because he didn't see the suitcase that should exist in the room, which made him unable to continue the deductive reasoning.Sherlock wandered around the room for a while, and said with certainty: "There must be something on the phone or in the notepad, and I'm looking for Rachel."

"She wrote Rachel?" Lestrade was once again surprised by Sherlock's firmness, because he didn't think the prisoner would let his target leave his name.

"No! She left an angry last word in German." Sherlock mocked Lestrade's empty mind, which had become empty because he never used it, with the sharp words.Then, she continued calmly: "Of course she wrote about Rachel, and it couldn't be other words. The question is, why did she wait until she was dying to write?"

This was Sherlock's only question at the moment, and once answered, it would likely be able to connect with other clues.

"How do you know she has a box?" Lestrade asked again tirelessly.

For his reluctance, Sherlock was very impatient, and didn't understand that the other party had to ask again and again to clarify such an obvious matter.But in order not to be disturbed anymore, Sherlock could only continue to explain to Lestrade: "There are mud marks on her right heel and calf, but not on the left. From the pattern of mud spots, it can be seen that she is pulling a belt in her right hand." The box with wheels, and judging from the distribution of the mud spots, is a slightly smaller box. Such a small box is only enough for a night for a lady who dresses so well. So I only know that she only carries it for one night .”

"Where is it? What did you do with it?" Sherlock asked.

"Actually, there are no boxes here," was Lestrade's answer.

Sherlock froze, then looked at Lestrade with John. "Say it again."

"There are no boxes here, no boxes at all."

"Box, has anyone found a box?" Sherlock opened the door and rushed out, asking loudly to the police outside the door. In order to prevent anyone from hearing him, he even rushed down the stairs to ask: "The house Is there a box in there?"

"Sir, there are no boxes here." This was the answer Lestrade could give to the excited Sherlock on behalf of all the police.

"But they took the poison and swallowed the medicine themselves. This is obvious. How could you not find it?" Sherlock said gesticulating, but with a hint of excitement unavoidably, because of this case, he would have It won't be boring for a while. "All the cases are murders, I don't know how, but they're not suicides, they're serial murders. We're looking for a serial killer... Great! Finally something to look forward to."

Then, Sherlock rushed downstairs.

Then Lestrade stopped him: "Why do you say that?"

"Her box! Please, where is her box? Did you eat it yourself?" Sherlock stopped in a hurry, looked up at Lestrade upstairs, and John who didn't know whether to follow. "There were other people at the scene who took her box..."

Sherlock suddenly thought of something, he stopped there, and then analyzed in a low voice: "So the killer must have driven here and left the box in the car, otherwise, why did he take a box away on purpose? "

"It's possible that she has booked the hotel and put it in?" John obviously didn't understand women, so he said this.

"No, she didn't go to the hotel, you can tell by her hair." Sherlock, who knows women better than John, immediately retorted: "The lipstick and shoes are the same color, so it can be seen that she is a person who cares about her appearance." Woman. So she can't leave the hotel if her hair is still messed up..."

Sherlock found clues in his words again, and at the same time was very satisfied with his new roommate.Because his words made him think and refute, and then found the clues he wanted to find, which was much better than his old friend Skull.

"Sherlock, what's the matter?" Lestrade didn't see Sherlock's gratitude to John, only saw him walking around like crazy.

"Serial killers are always hard to deal with, they have to wait for their own mistakes," Sherlock said in a low voice.

And Lestrade was obviously very dissatisfied with Sherlock's waiting, and said loudly: "But we can't just wait."

"You don't have to wait any longer." Sherlock said happily: "Look at her, take a good look, and finally found the mistake." Sherlock walked down the stairs while talking: "Investigate Cardiff, go to Jennifer Will Mori's family and friends, go find Rachel."

"Of course, okay." Lestrade still couldn't catch the point in Sherlock's mind, so he couldn't think in sync with him. "But what's wrong?"

"Pink!" Sherlock came to the first floor and rushed out.

"Damn it!" Lestrade shouted in defeat.

"Yes, pink." John understood Sherlock's meaning, saw Lestrade with a troubled face, and told him what he had guessed. "The other party drove the victim here who was still alive at the time, but forgot the suitcase in the car. In order to conceal the truth, the murderer would not take the suitcase back, and could only throw it away. The dead body In order to match the lipstick and high heels of the dress, the suitcase she chose should also be pink."

"...Are you Sherlock's friend?" The sense of defeat on Lestrade's face became heavier.

"No, we're roommates." John said, not sure if he was in the mood to be friends with Sherlock yet.

"Well, it doesn't matter if you're friends, roommates, or a gangster," Lestrade said. "It's just that people stick together, things stick together, and they're all bastards used to make other people thinkless and stupid."

"..." John

"Sorry." Lestrade tried to redeem his rudeness just now: "I was pissed off by that arrogant kid, and I accidentally offended you. I'm sorry."

"No, it's all right, because it's human nature." John said, "I don't think you're very smart, either."

Then John went down the stairs.

"Damn it, they really are friends of Sherlock Holmes, and they all have such virtues!"