[Comprehensive English and American] Every live broadcast wants my life

If such a weird event happened, who would you suspect first?

"You two are playing tricks?!"

Andrew's reaction was the most normal. He took the spoon and slammed it on the table, questioning the housekeeper and his wife, thankfully the spoon wasn't made of porcelain.

"No sir."

Andrew's words drew everyone's attention to the housekeeper and his wife. Seeing so many people staring at her for a moment, the housekeeper's wife quickly waved her hands, and she tried to explain.

The butler protected the butler's wife behind him, blocking everyone's sight by himself.

"We don't know what's going on."

"I don't know?" Mr. Butler's answer drew a cold snort from Louis Brown. He squinted at Mr. Butler, "You are the only ones who walked around here just now, and you are the only ones who are familiar with the furnishings of this villa. Tell us quickly what is this?" what happened."

"We really don't know..." Mr. Butler put the white cloth back on the dining table, "I was hired by the owner of this island. They only hired us for one day. In fact, we will leave after preparing this dinner gone."

"Walk?"

Zude put down the knife and fork in his hand. In fact, after the judge's voice ended, he continued to eat as if no one else was there.

"If I remember correctly, every ship that sent us said that it would pick us up in seven days. Will there be any ship that will come to pick you up tonight?"

"Yes, sir."

"How will you eat for six days after you leave us? Will there be new servants?"

"We don't know about this, sir..."

"Know nothing, all?"

"Then do you know what the master who hired you is called, looks like, or sounds like?"

Andrew had always spoken rudely, his spoon was tightly held in his hand, and his reaction was a little violent.

"Sorry sir..."

After hearing this sentence, it is almost certain what the butler's next sentence will be.

"The owner of the villa... contacted us by letter, which recorded the address and recipes of each of you in detail, and the commission was also sent together with the letter..."

really.

"So you haven't contacted them by voice or in person? Don't know their appearance and voice?" Louis concluded, he obviously didn't believe the words of the housekeeper and his wife, "That person sent them without knowing whether you would agree or not. The commission was sent together? Are you insulting our IQ?"

"No, it's true!" The wife who had been hiding behind Mr. Housekeeper poked out half of her head, "What we said to the agency is that as long as someone needs us, we will absolutely agree and will not refuse. We haven't received a call for a long time. Invitation, now the rich people in the UK don’t need short-term servants, they all buy lifelong servants.”

After finishing speaking, she tugged on Mr. Housekeeper's sleeve and raised her chin at us.

Mr. Butler took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to the dining table, then returned it.Louis picked it up and took a look, then his face became very ugly, I glanced at the envelope.

Red wax paint on black background.

I think I understand what's inside, and judging from Louis' reaction, the contents of the letter should be the same as what the housekeeper and his wife said.

……

"Even so, it doesn't mean that you are telling the truth!" Andrew still didn't believe it after taking the card, "Letters can be forged, not to mention, who can guarantee that the letter inviting us wasn't made by you in the first place? "

I always feel that something is weird...

I looked at Andrew and Louis suspiciously. Their reactions made me feel that something was wrong.

"They're telling the truth," Sherlock said suddenly.

His affirmation of the housekeeper and his wife aroused Andrew's glare.

"Oh, and now you are a great detective, Holmes?"

I've always thought the name Sherlock Holmes is very nice, especially when pronounced with a Cockney accent, and in fact every time I say 'Mr. Holmes' I have something akin to admiration in my heart.

I am in awe of the original Fu, Juan Fu is very personal, those who like him will especially like him, and those who hate him will especially hate him.

I just happen to belong to the category that still likes the curly blessings, but prefers the original ones.

Especially Curly Fu is a very interesting type, as long as you adore him and don't care about his sarcasm, he will be willing to help you a lot.

But at the moment the word 'Holmes' came out of Andrew's mouth, it made me feel irritated, feeling that he had tarnished Sherlock no matter his tone or tone.

"Of course." I refuted him without hesitation, "Mr. Holmes has always been a great detective, and it is not an exaggeration to call him the world's number one great detective. Of course it is the most qualified to make a decision."

Blowing Sherlock every day has become my instinctive reaction.

"Heh..." Louis has always sided with Andrew on this matter. He satirized me, "Whether you are qualified or not is not judged by the words of a woman who has been dazzled by love."

"Hey... watch your words! Mr. Brown!"

I said to Louis a little angrily, and then glanced at Sherlock next to him, he still had a 'bored' look, but I found that his eyes had been staring at the three people across the table, as if Watch their expressions.

He didn't care about what Louis said, and he was right...

Sherlock sees that things will never change through other people's nonsense. He has always believed in himself most.

"I agree with her statement," the inspector has always been in a state of support for Sherlock. He is Sherlock's number one fan. "No one here can have more say than Sherlock."

"Oh, well..." Andrew responded disdainfully, "Since even the police officer said that, then Mr. Holmes, you came to teach us, what's going on?"

There was a look on his face, but it was more of a desire to know the truth.

eccentric……

"This is something that can be understood at a glance." Sherlock curled his lips and shrugged. He stopped tapping his fingers on the table from time to time and picked up the fork. "But since you don't understand, then I might as well tell you."

He poked the steak with his fork.

"First of all, some steaks are too tough and some are too soft. This is because of the failure to master the heat." Then he tapped the plate with a fork, "And the presentation is very unprofessional, and the extra sauce is not cooked before it is served. wipe……"

"Hey, I'm the gourmet, I'm asking why you are sure that what they say is the truth, not the kid who asked you to comment on the food!"

Andrew interrupted Sherlock rudely, which drew Sherlock's eyes.

"...I haven't finished yet, delicious food...Mr. I haven't had an employer for a long time, whether it's because I didn't have the original skills or because I haven't been hired for too long, the skills have become blunt and unskilled...Of course, these are related to Mr. Sharp's major. I think he has already seen this, right? "

The corners of Andrew's mouth drooped, as if it was about to hang down to his neck.

Sherlock immediately changed the topic: "But with the character of this gourmet who doesn't know where he came from, if you knew it, you'd probably show it off a long time ago. I wish the whole world would know, and you would wish to engrave these analyzes on your fat body." But you don’t. Because your brain has long been filled with greasy fat, and you can’t see these most basic things at all.”

Such merciless teasing, it seems that he has held back for too long, and was unable to bear it because of Andrew's rudeness.I also realized that it wasn't that his satire skills were not as good as Professor Snape's, but that he didn't really work hard on me at all.

Sherlock didn't care how ugly Andrew's face was. In fact, what he said was probably just to disgust him.

"The butler wife looked at the card three times while serving the soup, so she was indeed serving us according to the information provided by 'someone', although I haven't looked at the card, but I think it clearly noted us Something for everyone."

This is always the case when he gives evidence. I have become accustomed to write down every word he said before slowly recalling it, but I don’t need it today, because these evidences are just to prove a point anyway—the housekeeper and his wife are indeed not lying.

"and……"

"Hey! Hey! Gentlemen!" Charles clapped his hands to signal everyone to calm down. "Why are you so nervous? This is just a dinner party, isn't it? Have you forgotten the 'Detective Club' event written in the invitation letter?"

Charles suddenly interrupted Sherlock's testimony...

This move is very problematic.

But what he said was correct, and the idea of ​​guidance was also correct. Normally, everyone would think it was a joke.

But the behavior of the others was so strange.

Especially for Andrew and Louis, the reaction of the two of them is too big, which is a bit suspicious.

I think that apart from me, no one here should be 100% sure that this is not a game, and the "judgment" just now was not just to increase the effect of the game and heighten the horror atmosphere, every word it said was serious.

Then the reaction of these two people is so strong...

It's like being caught by the handle and stepping on the tail.

My eyes slowly passed over everyone, their expressions and movements were all included in my eyes, and I didn't observe Sherlock's reaction.

Why are these people nervous?

"Hehe..." Louis Brown's laughter was like a worm wriggling in his throat, "It's better like this."

Among these people, how many of them just want to participate in a banquet and exchange ideas with their colleagues?And how many people are actually because of the sentence on the card.

—I know what you've done.

Everyone resumed the silence just now, and Sherlock did not continue to give examples after being interrupted, but responded to Charles.

"I don't think it's just a 'detective party'."

With a firm tone, his fingers slid across the table, and his eyes followed his fingers across the table.

I have read some of Agatha's novels, and I also understand some of them.

Even if I haven't watched Agatha, I have watched hundreds of episodes of Conan. I can be sure that the murderer is among us without using my brain.

But... who is it?

"Then everyone, assuming this is the game set by the villa director, should we follow his prompts?"

It is very difficult for me to judge when no one is talking. I need them to speak or act, so I have to break their silence.

"He gave us two priorities - 'one: catch him in an hour' and 'two: be honest about what we've done'."

"Catch him?" Jude Langman finally spoke, and he was the only one who didn't speak while several people on the table were stumbling and confronting each other.

He, me, the two of us are the two who talk the least.

I reduced the number of times I spoke in order to observe everyone, so it can be inferred from this that he is actually not as lazy as he is, and his laziness may be just to cover up that he has been observing us.

"Then how do we catch him? We don't even know where he said those words just now, um..." He stretched out his arms and yawned lazily, "And Since your detective has confirmed that what the housekeeper and his wife said is true, it also means that we can't start looking for them, right?"

In my eyes, each of them is suspicious, but fortunately, I am familiar with Sherlock Holmes and the Inspector, so that the seven of them can exclude the three of us.

In addition, the cannon fodder butler couple who are definitely not murderers in the novel can also be discharged.

Only the three on the opposite side and the blond judge on the inspector's right are left.

"I also said that he left us with two conditions. Since this is not enough, we can complete the other point first, can't we?" I looked at Charles. The order he just said...how?"

'Sex/Lust' Charles?

Charles' expression froze. He was still holding the card handed over by the housekeeper just now. He was playing with it in his hand, but at this moment he stopped all movements.

……

There are ghosts, they really did some ulterior things.

Even Charles, his expression at the moment has shown that what he has done is not as sunny as his appearance and character.

Charles was sentenced to 'good/color'.

Andrew Sharp sentenced for 'gluttony'.

Louis Brown convicted of 'greed'.

Judd Longman convicted of 'laziness'.

Inspector sentenced to 'angry'.

I was condemned to be 'jealous'.

And Sherlock Holmes was convicted of... 'arrogance'.

My crime was created by the audience, and Sherlock's crime is also true, without even asking what he did.

I don't know the crimes committed by the first four people, but from what Sherlock and I have seen, it is absolutely true.

……

So, what about the Inspector?

I look to my right, and he's tasting glass after glass.

'Overstepping his rights under the law? ' I remember the old voice saying so.

……

"Forget it, let's eat first, everyone."

Charles was so stiff that he couldn't speak, but Andrew on the side helped him out.

He suggested that everyone eat first, but I can be sure that this is definitely not for Charles, he is for himself.

After all, he is just behind Charles. If we speak in order, no matter whether Charles chooses to answer or not, our next target will definitely be him.

And from his initial aggressive reaction, he knew that he was absolutely unwilling to tell what happened to him before.

……

Their attitude is too strange, what exactly did they do?

Charles nodded gratefully to Andrew, but Andrew obviously disdained his gratitude and didn't respond at all. He picked up the spoon he had been holding and began to gulp down the soup.

I wanted to continue persuading them, but after thinking about it, I stopped. I have said enough just now, if I continue to persuade them.Not only do they still not tell us their secrets, but if something happens in the later stage, their first suspect will be me.

I shouldn't be too impatient, but I know if I don't follow that prompt...

I'm afraid they are really going to be sentenced to death one by one.

Big drops of cold sweat dripped down Charles' forehead, he picked up the napkin and kept wiping his face, looking very hot.

I frowned, and although I was unhappy, I still picked up the knife and fork to eat, but when I just picked up the knife and fork, Sherlock held down his hand.

I turned my head to look at Sherlock in puzzlement, only to see that his left hand was playing with the knife in his hand, and asked nonchalantly, "Why aren't the knives and forks made of silver?"

"That's enough, great Mr. Detective." Andrew was very repulsed by Sherlock's constant contradictory and finding faults, "There are still requirements for tableware for a meal. If it's not silver, wouldn't you be unable to eat?"

Silver?

After thinking about it for a while, I understood what he meant, and put down the knife and fork.

Sherlock didn't care about Andrew's words, his purpose was just to keep me from eating with this tableware.

"Since it is a villa with such a luxurious decoration and can afford such a large private island, is it possible that the owner of the villa can't even put out the normal silver tableware? Heh... I hope Mr. Sharp will stop eating, your brain It’s already unable to function, and if you eat it, I’m afraid there will be fat overflowing from your ears.”

He didn't even care about sarcasm.

I understand Sherlock's worry, but it's been so long since the meal just now, why did he say it now?

I subconsciously looked at the inspector, he was still drinking, and the soup and food on the plate remained untouched like Sherlock...

Could it be that the inspector did not touch the food because of the tableware?

Does such a cautious look mean that he actually has doubts about this 'detective meeting' in his heart?

However, since there are doubts about food, shouldn't the same doubt be held about wine? No one has stipulated that poisoning should only be poisoned in food and not in wine.

……

I suddenly remembered a sentence Hannibal once said to me, which was related to wine and sex.

[Wine is a more wonderful thing than water. Wine is very sensitive, whether it is color or smell, no matter what is mixed with it, as long as I put it under my nose and smell it, I can know it. ]

He was teaching me how to taste wine, and after explaining how wonderful wine is, he raised his glass and asked me.

[Do you try it?not bad]

……

Just like the action of the inspector in front of me, my long gaze attracted his gaze, and he saw that my gaze had been staying on his wine glass, as if he had misunderstood my meaning.

He took the bottle in his hand and asked me, "Would you like to try it? It's not bad."

"No." I waved my hand, "I don't like drinking."

The label of the wine flashed before my eyes, and he put the bottle back on the table.

……

Born on November 11?

I couldn't help being stunned, this is not the time to be distracted, I didn't even pay attention to what Sherlock said on the side.

The strange atmosphere in the heart and the whole body keeps rising.

coincidence?

My ears seem to have temporarily lost their ability to hear, and my eyes stayed on the red wine label. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Charles kept adding ice cubes to the wine glass, and gulped down the wine.

He looks really hot...

I was fascinated.

"Are you okay?" The inspector frowned and shook his hand twice in front of my eyes, "You look very bad, Ginny."

"fine."

I waved to him, although I couldn't hear what he was saying, but judging from his mouth shape, he should be concerned about me.

"Ah-uh-ah-!"

It was Charles who finally broke my status quo.

He roared in pain, as if something was stuck in his throat, I shivered to withdraw my attention, and turned to look at him.

His facial features were distorted, his hands were pinching his throat and scratching it, and he was in extreme pain.

Sherlock was the first to stand up, so fast that the chair fell back hard as he stood up.His legs were long, and he walked around the table to Charles in just two steps.

He was checking Charles' vital signs.

The others also stood up belatedly and surrounded him. Only Andrew was terrified by Charles' sudden change. He moved his fat body backwards, but his weight made him unable to move with the chair.

"Almond smell!" Sherlock picked up Charles' glass and sniffed it before making a judgment. "Cyanogen, potassium chloride, he's poisoned."

"What should we do?" The detective supported Charles's twitching body. "He looks very painful. Does any of you know medicine? Or Sherlock, you know?"

While they were talking, Charles' condition took a turn for the worse. His eyes were bloodshot, and his eyeballs kept rolling upwards. There was a lot of snot and water coming out of his nostrils, and yellow-white foam began to come out of his mouth.

The smell of almonds even wafted into my nose, knowing that I was standing across from him with a table in between.

I didn't go up to check, but paid attention to everyone's reaction.

Except for Andrew who was stunned in shock, everyone else was helping Sherlock to rescue him... There seemed to be no abnormality, Mr. Butler also asked what he could help, and followed Sherlock's instructions.

The housekeeper's wife was so frightened that she couldn't help holding her chest and shouting 'God'.

……

Not long after, about less than 1 minute.

I heard Sherlock say regretfully: "No, he's already dying, damn, he's taken too much cyanide. Potassium!"

His appearance at this time is just like what I saw when he just took the medicine and entered his room without knocking on the door.Eyes wide, excited, chest heaving.

Everyone gasped, looked at each other in disbelief and finally turned their eyes back to Charles.

……

Charles is dead?

just die?

I think everyone has this question in their mind.

I glanced at the clock hanging in the room, 45 minutes, only 45 minutes passed.

The owner of this villa planned to kill people from the very beginning, no matter whether we are honest or not, no matter whether we can catch him within an hour, he will carry out this 'death penalty' step by step.

Although there are no nursery rhymes to indicate the order, Charles' death has clearly pointed out that the order of death is probably the order in which 'that person' pronounced the sentence.

Charles was the first...

"What's the situation!!!" Andrew's voice had already started to tremble, "Didn't he say it was just a 'detective meeting'? How could someone die?"

……

'drop--! With a bang, the system that had been silent for a day finally released a new task at this time, as expected.

[New mission: Catch the murderers. ]

[refuse to accept]

I chose to accept the task without hesitation, no matter what the content was, I had no choice but to accept it.

I observed the actions of everyone present and recalled the suspiciousness of each of them.

The dishes were uniform. Although only the three of us did not eat, the others ate, especially Andrew who ate the most, but nothing happened to him.

And Sherlock also said that the almond smell is from the wine glass, and the wine they drank was from the same bottle. The inspector drank the most, but nothing happened to him...

The only difference between Charles and others is that he added a lot of ice cubes, and the bucket of ice cubes had already been used up. This bucket was exactly 10 minutes ago. Up.

So, could it be that Mr. Butler also has doubts...

wrong!

Wait!

What was the content of my mission just now?

……

The murderers...they?

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small theater.

Sherlock has been annoyed recently, the famous detective lady who lives with her has to bother herself with boring cases every day.

Finally in the fourth case, he couldn't take it anymore.

"I hope you at least find some cases that require brains to come to me, and don't waste my time with these boring cases."

He was very angry. He had been bored by not having any criminal cases recently, and he was disturbed by even more boring cases every day. He felt that it would be better if no cases came to him.

Sherlock thought that his tough dialogue would make the woman retreat. He had always spoken harshly, but he didn't know why the woman could always bear it.

"A case of this difficulty is of course boring to Mr. Holmes, but to everyone other than you, it is a difficult and unsolved case. Only you can save the people of London from fire and water. I don't think anyone but you can." It can be cracked."

Her praise was extremely exaggerated, how could someone fail to solve such a simple case?

But the terrible thing was that Sherlock couldn't see the slightest trace of camouflage from her face.

Did she really think so?

Facing those adoring brown eyes, Sherlock unexpectedly continued to inform her of the outcome of the case...

……

It must be the reason why the black tea and biscuits taste good.

Sherlock curled his lips.

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