[Zhongyingmei] The heroine is suspected of being a psychic

"Perhaps. However, the knife that killed the deceased was stabbed by the deceased himself. John, come and tell the little guys who came to watch." Sherlock ignored Zhang Yu's question and talked to John on his own talk.

John smiled good-temperedly, and went forward to check the wound, "The deceased should have held the knife in his right hand, so the sore on the knife went in towards the left. It's just that there is a relatively new knife mark on the side, which looks like Someone took the dead man's knife and killed her again. Looking into the dead man's eyes, there were terrified eyes. When the deceased accidentally injured himself, he was not dead at all, but then he was stabbed again. The second knife caused her death Absolute reason."

Sherlock nodded in satisfaction, "And then?"

"No more..." John smiled wryly. "In my experience, I can only see so much."

Sherlock was not angry either, frowning, not knowing what he was thinking. "Where did the extra force come from to make her insert the knife so deep into her stomach? Where is it?"

Sherlock's voice was a little low, and Zhang Yu didn't hear it clearly, but felt a gust of wind pass by. Sherlock had already wandered around the house of the deceased, his eyes patrolling his prey like a hound.

Zhang Yu let out a sigh of relief.The person who is most likely to find her action is gone, and she can also test what she has gained today.I don't know if I can successfully see the death that happened in the past this time.

The closer she was to Andy Lauer on the ground, the more nervous Zhang Yu became, but now the room was full of onlookers, and she had no way out, so she could only slowly approach the fog.

Huh?Where is the fog in the room?

Zhang Yu shook her head, feeling that the things in front of her eyes became increasingly unclear, and layers of white smoke blocked her eyes.Without eyes to guide Zhang Yu, he could only continue walking in the previous direction.

After a while, Zhang Yu felt a little panic in his heart.According to the pace just now, I am afraid that I have walked more than ten meters away, but what about the cabinets and walls that should be in front of me?She looked around, but found nothing.Just when she was about to call out, the world suddenly became clear.

Just like a person standing on a high place can't help but panic, when Zhang Yu found that she was lying on the ceiling and looking down, she broke out in a cold sweat.

Dazed, Zhang Yu knew that this was the time before the girl died again.

The kitchen door was pushed open cheerfully, and a pretty little girl came into the kitchen with a smile on her face, and she couldn't stop muttering: "What should I cook for my dear? Well, or Simple pasta will do. That'll be there when she comes."

She took small steps to the front of the desk and picked up the knife Zhang Yu had seen not long ago, the murder weapon.Simply chopping vegetables kept the girl distracted, her right hand retracted unconsciously, and the knife was getting closer and closer to herself.

Zhang Yu looked anxiously at the little girl who didn't know the danger was coming, and felt a pity in her heart.Sooner or later, Zhang Yu felt his body suddenly fall, and hit the little girl's back directly.

The violent blow made the girl lie down on the front, and the knife also stabbed into the girl's stomach along with her strength.She looked at the more and more blood under her body in amazement, and at the moment when she was about to struggle, a man wearing a mask came out of nowhere in front of her, and when he saw the girl's plight, he mercilessly stabbed her again .

This knife was fatal, the girl no longer had the strength to struggle, and collapsed on the ground, feeling the approach of death.

Xu said that the chandelier attached to Zhang Yu was of good quality and did not show any damage. The man looked at the things in his hand curiously, wiped off the things on it, and put it back to its original position.

……

Zhang Yu was shocked by the man's look, and then came out of that memory.It turned out that the deceased died because of the threat on his head, no wonder everyone couldn't find anything wrong.

She raised her head, took advantage of what she had just discovered without hesitation, and asked Sherlock who was not far away: "Sherlock, look at the fan above, it's cleaner than the new one!"

Everyone's eyes immediately turned to the bright suspicious point. Sherlock took a step ahead and moved a chair from below, trying to remove the fan with his bare hands.Of course, he didn't succeed.But, anyway, in the end the overly clean fan fell into Sherlock's hands, to be fiddled with.

"Sure enough... so it's like this... I caught you!"

Sherlock felt the unevenness of the base of the fan with his hand, and found many things in it.Bewitched by her lover, the girl came to the kitchen, and at some point she was smashed to the ground by a tampered fan. The killer who had been waiting for a long time easily took the girl's life, but the experienced killer was caught off guard because of his obvious Obsessive-compulsive disorder and cleanliness were accidentally discovered by his assistant.

Of course, whether this is a coincidence remains to be questioned, but at present, it seems that the most tangled question now returns to the confusion at noon-why kill Mark Lauer?What the heck is Mark Lauer guilty of?

What value is an ignorant, stupid, love-loving idiot—Sherlock's evaluation of Andy Lauer as sharp as ever—worth being killed by a professional killer?

Professional killers, yes, professional killers, otherwise the way Raul and his daughter died would not be so creative.This is a crime genius!

What could be more invigorating than taking on a serious criminal on a case?nonexistent.

Sherlock seemed to be on drugs, walking around nervously, chanting some messy things in his mouth, more like a murderer than those patients with a very long medical history in a mental hospital.

Zhang Yu had keenly noticed that when Sherlock was walking around, all the policemen, including Lestrade, who had always been calm, took a step back quietly.John also noticed the behavior of those people, and "sneered", but followed the wind and did the same.Looking back at Zhang Yu, she was still dumbfounded, and kindly gave her a hand, reminding: "You forgot, we can't bother Sherlock when he is thinking."

Zhang Yumi followed John's advice in a daze, and stood obediently in the corner thinking about the eyes of the man who killed Andy.

Those black eyes filled with mostly inorganic substances.

If he saw that person again, Zhang Yu felt that he would definitely recognize him.

The author has something to say: I haven't written for a long time, my hands are so raw, I have to find the feeling slowly, the previous update may be a little slower.

The basket final exam is finally over, and the next thing is to update every day!

Thanks to the little friends who never leave and the little angel who throws thunder and irrigates the nutrient solution!

In the days to come, let’s cheer together↖(^ω^)↗