My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

Sherlock glanced at Adelia suspiciously, then he came over and lifted the white cloth to observe the constriction that Adelia said, he saw the abnormality almost without any effort, and when he was about to say it, he I saw Adlia's clear eyes.

He understood his roommate's intentions almost instantly.

"I regret that."

He carefully inspected Professor Parker's body again. Obviously, his clothes looked a little messy, but he was not sure whether there was a dispute or was messed up when he was put down.The soles of his shoes are not very clean, it should not be long enough to wipe off the mud on the soles of his feet since he walked to the clinic in the morning.

It was also at this time that Brad led Professor Wycombe into the room.

Professor Wycombe was also a handsome guy when he was young, and now he is in his 40s and [-]s. Although his face still shows a mature demeanor, his hairline is a little tight—at least it is worse than when Adlia saw him last time. It's more than one centimeter taller.

It has to be said that his elegant suit, exquisite hat and bow tie make him look like an orator or a scholar.Perhaps his attire was also a factor that made him so popular with noble patients.

"Long time no see, Hudson." He still had an impression of Adlia.

Adlia hesitated for a moment, took out her own alcohol and a handkerchief to wipe her hands, then handed the alcohol-soaked handkerchief to Sherlock, and then shook hands with Professor Wycombe: "Long time no see, Professor, I'm sorry, I just Maybe... so I disinfected it a little bit."

"I can understand." When the professor laughed, a trace of bitterness leaked from the corner of his mouth, "This is your friend?"

Sherlock had already wiped his gloves clean with a handkerchief, and now he took off his gloves and shook hands with the professor: "Hello, I am Adrian's friend, consulting detective Sherlock Holmes."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Holmes," he sighed, and then realized that he was acting out of social etiquette. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it to you, I'm just today..."

He sighed again.

"Does Professor Parker have any motive for suicide?" Sherlock went straight to the point.

"No, not at all," Wycombe shook his head bitterly, "I still can't believe it, even with my own eyes..."

His grief is restrained, and he bears it just in time to realize that his next word might be pouring out.

Obviously, Brad decided that this was a suicide case, so he didn't seem to look at Wycombe with scrutiny, his eyes were full of pity and sympathy.

In such a comparison, Sherlock appears to be extremely cold and unreasonable...although he sees some shadows of his friends in such restraint.

"You were the first to discover the scene, too, weren't you?" asked Sherlock.

"Yes, when the inspector and Wellington slammed into the door together, I was also outside the door."

"Did you check the body for the first time?"

"Yes - I can't believe this thing, I felt his hand was still warm, I begged the inspector to put him down, maybe he could be saved - this is actually against my medical common sense, I know he has no Pulse."

"So the inspector rejected you."

"He was worried that someone would destroy the scene, so we all waited outside the door," Wycombe moaned in pain, "I couldn't watch the scene at that time, as long as I looked into the room, I could see the professor ..."

Again he couldn't go on.

Adelia understands this state of mind very well.

When she was an emergency doctor, she announced the bad news to the patient's family several times calmly or with pity and sadness, but she couldn't even speak a complete sentence in front of her sick friend.

She was useless in medical technology at that time, let alone at this time.

"Were the doors and windows closed at that time?" Sherlock's eyes showed comfort, but his words did not give way.

"Uh, yes," he recalled, "the windows are all closed. The inspector checked them at the first time and said they were all locked."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows: "Did you check the windows?"

"Because of the need to protect the site," he hesitated, "but it should—"

He suddenly realized that such speculation was not in line with his habits as a doctor, and he fell silent for a while, and stood in a different posture uncomfortably.

"Your left hand is injured?" Sherlock stretched out his hand and gestured. "I mean, your left hand doesn't seem to move naturally."

Wycombe glanced at Adlia: "Ah, actually Zhou had some disputes with the patients. Our clinic is different from others. There are many patients who come from Scotland or even further away. It didn't live up to expectations, and there were some, uh, unpleasant exchanges. This time it was a little more intense."

He gave a wry smile.

Adelia glanced thoughtfully at his left hand.

Perhaps Wycombe was aware of Sherlock's suspicion of him in his words, but he didn't mind anything, and rolled up his sleeves to show them.There is a bruise on the left forearm. If it was injured last week, it was quite serious at the time when it dissipated.

"What did Professor Parker say?" Sherlock asked, "What happened to the clinic, as the founder of the clinic, he will definitely have to deal with it."

Wycombe stared fixedly at Sherlock for a long time.

"I know what you are going to say. Yes, I have had some disputes with Professor Parker about this matter. He always pays warm attention to his patients, but I may not be as noble as him."

"Perhaps your friend can give you a better explanation for this state of mind. I am not someone who can honestly express my selfishness." He said.

Sherlock seemed unmoved: "I can understand."

Halfway through their conversation with Wycombe, there was the sound of heavy footsteps at the door. The visitor obviously walked faster, and gasped slightly: "Inspector, are you looking for me?"

Sherlock made a friendly gesture of please leave.Wycombe glanced at Adlia and then at Detective Brad, raised his hat and left.

The one who came in was inspector Feynman, who had been working in this area for nearly ten years.

He seemed to have been sneezing all the way, covering his nose with a handkerchief all the time: "Sorry Inspector, my nose is not very good in winter, and when the heat and cold are stimulated, it will-ah, sneeze!"

Adelia frowned. In fact, she didn't think it was very hygienic to sneeze like this.Fortunately, she was quite familiar with the structure of Professor Parker's consulting room. She walked behind the desk and searched for it on the shelf. There was still a new spare nasal spray that Professor Parker put there.

There is no method of aerosol inhalation in this era, but Professor Parker always uses a spray prepared from a herbal medicine for this kind of patients. Adlia doesn't quite approve of it, but there is no other way.

"Ah——thank you, I still have one here, and I went to see Professor Parker to see a doctor some time ago." He covered his nose with a handkerchief, took out the small spray from his pocket, and sprayed it skillfully , the herbal smell escapes.

He took a few breaths and calmed his breath: "Maybe it doesn't smell good, does it? I can't get used to it, but there is no other way."

Brad glanced at his pocket watch, obviously not wanting to listen to their nonsense: "Just describe the scene you saw today, Feynman."

"I got up at 06:30 in the morning, arrived at the post at 07:30 as usual, changed my clothes, and started my inspection at [-]:[-]. I arrived at the Parker Clinic at around [-]:[-], and I was about to come in to say hello. The Special Offer Clinic... Well, Dr. Wellington told me that something happened to Professor Parker in a panic, and I was also very worried."

He covered it with a handkerchief and sniffed.

"I followed Dr. Wellington directly to Professor Parker's consulting room. At that time, they had opened the locked door with a key, but the latch inside was still fastened. I broke down the door with them and saw Professor Parker hanged on the beam. Come on, it's seven fifty-seven."

He said that he was very proficient in this paragraph, and he was obviously asked many times: "Professor Wycombe and Dr. Wellington both rushed forward to put the professor down, but Dr. Wycombe said he was dead. Because of the need to protect the scene, let them all wait at the door, and called the maid to report to the police|police."

"You are very meticulous, Mr. Feynman, so you must have inspected the scene immediately?" Sherlock nodded slightly, staring closely at the inspector.

"Yes sir," Detective Feynman's chubby face showed a determined look, "I checked the window for the first time, and it was locked from the inside, and there were no footprints or other traces outside the window, and there seemed to be no fighting at the scene. sign."

Sherlock's eyes didn't move away, he seemed to be thinking and examining.After about half a minute, the inspector was a little restless before he spoke: "Okay - very good, I understand."

"Have you been working here for ten years?" he asked.

"This is the eighth year," he said, "Professor Parker is a famous doctor, and I have also seen a doctor here. In fact, I am quite familiar with this area."

"Then do you know about the dispute between Professor Wycombe and Professor Parker?"

The inspector was silent, and he seemed to be thinking: "I know that Professor Wycombe had a dispute with the patient some time ago, and I came to organize order at that time."

"Do you know what it is?" Sherlock asked.

"It's because I think the medicine doesn't work, sir, but I don't know much about medicine."

"It's half an hour, gentlemen." Brad flipped through his pocket watch, and he seemed a little anxious at the moment.

"I would also like to ask those who were in the clinic before eight o'clock that morning." Holmes did not budge.

Brad was a little dissatisfied.

"Since you've already let us in, why don't you just ask us to clarify." Adlia said before Brad refused.

"Okay—okay," he suppressed his dissatisfaction, "Sir, just use this one favor."

"Feynman, go and call the maid Susan."

After Feynman went out, Adlia closed the door.

"Inspector, I'll give you the same words, just make the same mistake once." Adelia's tone was gentle, but her eyes were rarely sharp.

"Maybe this is a secret room, and there seems to be no outsiders, but when you send Professor Parker to the forensic doctor, you will know that this is definitely not suicide."

The author says:

Push the case, then I will start to prepare for the next case!It will not be completely based on the original work, but changes will be made!Which specific case is not a spoiler, I am afraid that you will revisit the original book and come back to diss me hahaha

The perfect score for solving the case is yyds!

Yesterday I went out to play and left my favorite hat in a store, but when I went back, they all said no, and they haven't monitored it yet. Hey, I'm a little sad.

感谢在2021-11-1923:12:16~2021-11-2110:54:11期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Poirot's sexy brain; 1 bottle of Ravenclaw Mary;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! ?