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

"What is it?"

Sherlock narrowed his eyes and asked Andrew. He was originally sneering at me, but when he heard Andrew's words, his whole body stood up stiffly.

His head and body were leaning forward to the right, his hand was pressed on the post-it note I put on the table, and he stared straight at Andrew.

I am very familiar with this expression, he is analyzing.

Sherlock began to analyze Andrew's every move, and waited to analyze his next words, trying to catch loopholes, or draw conclusions and definitions.

"I've also been interviewed by a magazine labeled 'Food Discovery'."

"What magazine?"

"It's a food magazine called 'pleased'. It's a magazine with no reputation. I searched the Internet, and even Google didn't find any news about it."

"Since it's a little-known magazine, why would you agree to their invitation?" Sherlock tapped his fingers on the post-it note, and he continued on his own without waiting for Andrew's answer, "You're not the kind People who will accept invitations from magazines with no reputation, so since you can go, there is something else that attracts you. Other than fame, the only thing that attracts people like you is money... and the situation today is used to assist in deduction."

"They also sent you the reward in advance, right?"

He is often like this, analyzing on his own as if no one else is there. Once he starts analyzing the case, it is like entering his own world.

But he is often right. For example, Andrew, who has been shocked by Sherlock's conjectures now, his eyes seem a little dull-he is staring blankly at Sherlock and listening to his series of analyses.

"Mr. Sharp?" Andrew's daze made Sherlock call his name again patiently.

"Yes... yes."

He nodded, staggered Sherlock's sight, lowered his head and buried his face in the shadows, and began to recall.

"The address in their letter is to call me to a hotel, a high-end hotel in central London, with a penthouse suite... When I went, they were already waiting for me inside, and they...their clothes were very strange."

Andrew seemed to be scared because he recalled the terrible event, but his neck retraction seemed to be because he was afraid of Sherlock's X-ray vision.

"continue."

Sherlock urged him, compared to my liking to observe people's expressions, movements and emotions, Sherlock cares more about the process of the case and any piece of evidence. Expressions and emotions are not within his consideration.

For him, he hopes that the narrator can speak super fast and completely without any personal emotions, and finish all useful things in one breath.

He's not going to slow his mind down to your level just because you're freaking out.

"Wearing a mask and a hat, even the voice seems to be processed, very old and distorted..."

"That's why you became furious after hearing the sound played on the stereo, because it reminded you of your previous experience. Your experience is probably the same as Charles's. Invitation, interview, intimidation, and confession. Because from From your statement, it seems that you care more about their attire, and you definitely don’t want to say that you have had the same experience as Charles, you have evidence and doubts about their identities... Yes, I told you specifically Is it related to her attire?"

Although his words were questions, his tone was very certain. He had confirmed these judgments, and all he needed was for Andrew to continue to provide more information.

What Sherlock said was exactly what I wanted to ask. In this case, his suspicion can be ruled out, so what happened to Louis who was as excited as him at that time?I glanced at Louis, only to find that his hand was pressing on the back of Andrew's chair, with such force that it made a deep impression on the leather on the back of the chair.

"I..." Andrew seemed to want to agree with Sherlock, but he didn't know why he suddenly changed his mouth the moment I said the words, "No, no, what I want to say is that I have the same experience as Charles, What appearance, their appearance is hidden, how do I know!"

His eyes were evasive, and now he directly changed from approval to two completely opposite results.

"lie."

Sherlock poked him mercilessly.

"Moreover, there must be a connection between us, and this connection is not just as simple as the 'seven deadly sins'. There are billions of people on this earth, almost everyone will meet any one of the seven deadly sins, or greed or love or laziness or arrogance , so what is it..."

Sherlock ignored Andrew's lying, he was thinking, and Sherlock's eyes swept over each of us quickly.

"Detective? No, what kind of bullshit gourmet detective is just used by them to make up the numbers. This is just a trick he gave us to make us misunderstand the connection."

He looked at Andrew and then at Zude, and finally stood up when he glanced from Charles' body to the wall where Charles' confession was played just now.

"Yes...it's this..."

"What is it?"

The inspector asked in unison with me.

Sherlock's thinking jumps too fast, and most people can't keep up with it, even for people like me and the inspector who have worked with him many times. Although his reasoning and analysis are clear and logical, it is only limited to you listening to his final result when.

His reasoning process will make you feel like watching another mental patient direct and act in a play, and he can perform very happily in the whole play alone.

We glanced at each other, then shifted our gaze back to Sherlock tacitly.

"Heh..." He shook his head to laugh at the murderer, "I really want to advise someone among us, since you want to hide the clues, don't pick yourself too clean from them."

"what are you talking about?!"

Andrew questioned Sherlock impatiently. After he said he was fine, Sherlock's debunking was tantamount to slapping him in the face.

"Mr. Sharp, you'd better be careful. If you plan to continue to act according to the calculations that your greasy, negative IQ brain squeezed out, I'm afraid you won't be able to eat delicious food for a few days."

Before we could ask him again what the 'connection' is, Sherlock gave up on keeping the joke and chose to tell us the truth.

"The woman who is obsessed with detective novelists, the woman who is maliciously criticized and slandered by female detectives in newspapers, and the woman who was once rejected by me... Do I need to continue to remind you?"

The lie was debunked in just a few sentences, but since Sherlock has already said it so clearly, why didn't he try harder and tell us the truth directly?

I think he has other plans in mind, although the question has already squeezed into my throat, but I dare not ask, I am afraid that it will disrupt his plan.

"Since you say that what I said is all false, do you want to suspect that I am the murderer?"

Andrew's IQ suddenly went online at this moment. After hearing Sherlock's words, we all knew that he wanted to hide some key evidence, but it was surprising.

He even knows how to shift the focus and divert people's attention.

"Oh, don't be kidding, I know you are definitely not a murderer."

Sherlock had an expression of 'you're teasing me with such nonsense words to waste my time again', extremely impatient, as if his opponent's performance had lowered his standard.

"Although the murderer is stupid and exposed himself long ago, you are not as good as them. And I also know that if people continue to die, then the next one..."

He paused, and then intentionally made a terrifying smile at Andrew. Lightning flashed outside the window from time to time, and it happened that a bolt of lightning exploded—the pale light was reflected on Sherlock's mouth that stretched to the ear, like A wicked witch - if he's wearing a wizard's robe.

"It must be you."

The image of the handsome witch overlaps with him at this moment, without any sense of disobedience.

"Are you threatening me?" Andrew roared, and a second later he slapped the table fiercely, "Or, are you actually the murderer?"

Andrew, who had been in a state of panic and anger, seemed to be a different person at this moment, and he still had the thoughts and brains to pour dirty water on Sherlock.

Why is he suddenly no longer afraid, what gives him a sense of security?

"Oh that's enough..."

Sherlock rolled his eyes and was too lazy to continue communicating with Andrew, and his tone became impatient because of Andrew's stupidity.

"Don't you understand? The murderer wants to kill everyone, and most of these murderers will choose to kill in order. Since Charles is the first to die, how many times do you want me to say it before you can use your pitifully small number of people?" Do you remember?"

Sherlock seemed to be following the basin of dirty water following Andrew's words.

His answer is quite bad, because although Andrew's behavior of splashing dirty water seems to be treated rationally by everyone.But in the future, if it is really unfortunate that Andrew dies, I am afraid that Sherlock will be the first to escape the accusations of everyone.

Once Andrew died, everyone would think of the quarrel and refusal between the two tonight, and then this basin of old dirty water would pour Sherlock from head to toe alive.

And the most ominous thing is that the number of people in each camp is very unfavorable to us now.

It's me, Sherlock, and the Inspector on my side.

The gray area in the middle is the butler couple.

And in the enemy camp are Zude and Louis.

Originally, there were four people who were opposed to us, but now even Andrew, who could have joined our side because of the victim's identity confirmation, was eager to join the enemy's side, and even poured dirty water on our side.

This is not a good thing.

However, I have doubts.

They didn't speak just now, what changed Andrew's doctrine of exposing evidence, and how did the news pass to him?

And every word of Sherlock seemed to provoke Andrew on purpose, and also seemed to disturb the sight?

Although I don't understand, I think the most important thing at this time should be to speak up to defend Sherlock.

"I didn't expect you to fake your emotions, Mr. Andrew."

I stood up, and the chair was propped behind me, rubbing against the ground and making a harsh sound.

Following Sherlock's example, I coldly wanted to list the evidence one by one.

"When you were making those crappy disguises, you must have forgotten what I am famous for, right? It's behavior and expression analysis, you definitely don't remember it, if you do, then how could you do those ridiculous things just now?" What about the behavior of losing your teeth? Anger can be just roaring, or just slapping the table, but it can only be words or actions."

I started my own show.

But Sherlock's tricks are not easy to learn. His lung capacity is beyond the reach of people like me who stop exercising after returning to the wizarding world. I have to change my breath after a long sentence, which makes my deterrent effect much smaller.

I was in the middle of my performance when Sherlock suddenly tugged on my sleeve and interrupted me.

I didn't even look at him, and just waved at him boldly.

That move was to tell him again 'no problem, I'll cover you, Mr. Holmes'.

I asked him not to worry about my behavior at the moment.

The reason why he pulled my sleeve to stop me from continuing, I guess, was mostly because Sherlock was worried that if I stood up for him at this time, I would become a target of public criticism and attract the attention of the murderer.

But I don't care about this. I've been used to "Sherlock blowing" these days, so of course I can't tolerate others who want to take dirty water on Sherlock.

Especially by this kind of enemy prey who is obviously in danger, and who has not cooperated with Sherlock and insists on singing against Sherlock.

Being a teammate with this kind of person almost gave me the urge to become the enemy's undercover agent lurking on our side.

Because his expressions and movements have already told me that he is not the murderer, and Sherlock also said that he is the next prey of the murderer, but the prey himself does not know whether to live or die.

Thinking that he had grasped something that could threaten the murderer, he was complacent, and on the contrary, he stepped on the detective smartly.

"But you are using words and actions together... Hehe, your mouth is hiding something, but your body seems to be telling the whole world that you are lying."

Usually, I can only go through these analyzes in my mind, but it was the first time I really said it in front of everyone, and I really felt that I was a bit powerful.

Looking at other people's astonished eyes and Andrew's complexion getting worse and worse, I think I can understand why Sherlock likes to analyze in front of everyone so much. This feeling is really great. I have already Started to get a little flustered.

But I still haven't forgotten the business to do.

When observing facial expressions, I no longer observe everyone's facial expressions. If it is too general, it will be easy to miss the subtle parts.The first thing I ruled out was Zude's expression, because he was already one of the murderers in my heart, and I was almost sure of Louis' identity, so I didn't go to see Louis again.

Just look at the two of them from the corner of your eye.

My mind and language seem to have reached their peak at this moment. While verbally analyzing Andrew's loopholes from beginning to end, I use my eyes and brain to observe other people's reactions over and over again.

……

At the same time, Mr. Holmes, whom I admire, was at the peak of my performance a few seconds after I waved to him.

Put a note for me.

At this time, the eyes of all the people in the audience were focused on my face, and no one paid attention to what I was doing with my hands.

This is convenient for me.

I quietly opened the note, propped it on the table, and glanced at the note as if nothing had happened while taking a breath.

After just one glance, I opened my mouth slightly to take a breath and froze there for an instant.

Maybe it was because of my high-spirited state that blinded part of my IQ, or maybe it was because I was too focused on the object of observation, which made me miss Sherlock's reaction and the most important information.

In short, after seeing the content on the note, I almost immediately looked at Sherlock in panic.

On that piece of paper, he used his own font, with two large characters written in strong strokes, and the exclamation mark behind the font probably vividly interpreted his anger index towards me at the moment.

What was written on that piece of paper was——

[Shut up! ! ! ! ]

47, 47...

……

It turns out that Sherlock pulled my sleeve just now not because he was afraid that I would become a target of public criticism, but because he was afraid that I would disrupt his plan by talking too much...

I……

I am doomed……

I closed my mouth as my cheeks started to heat up from embarrassment, and looked down at Sherlock.But he didn't give me any eyes, he didn't even look at me at all.

All I could see was the top of his curly head...

qaq

After finally showing off his skills, it was to help Sherlock. Before the pride of protecting his idol arose, the shame of being accused by the idol of almost destroying his plan was overshadowed.

I thought I was helping him, but I almost became his stumbling block.

If you still laughed at and despised Andrew as a self-righteous prey before, why didn't I?

"Then, Ms. Detective, who is famous for analyzing behavior and expression? Why don't you speak?"

Seeing that I was stuck, Andrew triumphantly asked me what to do next.

He probably felt that I couldn't follow his inference, so he shot himself in the foot.

It was also because of this that his complexion eased, became bloody again, and also became greasy again.

He looks so embarrassing...

But when I clenched my fist, I felt the note in my hand and imagined the exclamation mark on it, which represented the index of anger.

I had to suppress all the anger again.

"……nothing."

I sat back in the chair, didn't complain or talk back, and turned my head away to look at him.

Although the admission of cowardice at this time will definitely attract Andrew's ridicule, but once the swaying head calms down, I will find that I have talked too much.

"That's all," he sneered, "put away your clown-like performance, I don't know where you learned it from, is it on your exclusive tabloid? It turns out that besides being jealous of others, you can also... nonsense , but the flip-flop looks pretty good, if it wasn't for me who was analyzed by you, I think I would really be deceived by you and believe your nonsense."

Sure enough, he would not let go of this opportunity to mock me.

And I don't really want to save him.

The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, and raindrops kept beating on the glass.The villa was in a clearing in the forest, so we were actually surrounded by trees.

The front edge of the villa is about five meters away from the forest, while the back of the villa is closer to the forest, only about two meters apart, or even less than two meters.

The rain was strong and the wind was strong, and the sound of "woo woo" came from the forest, as if there were countless female ghosts crying and wailing with resentment.Countless grievances gathered into the current terrible wind, stretching out countless hands and beating on the door and glass of the villa.

Andrew taunted me triumphantly for at least 1 minute, before calling it quits because no one was cheering him on.

As the suspects with the most criminal conditions on the surface, the housekeeper and his wife moved chairs and sat at the main entrance of the restaurant, keeping a distance from all of us.

The housekeeper's wife trembled while holding her husband's arm, and her tears seemed to flow endlessly, and they hadn't stopped since Charles' death.

Zude and Andrew sat facing each other, and Louis still pressed his hand on the back of Andrew's chair, but after Andrew's sarcasm ended, he stopped using force, and his fingers were raised and lowered in a staggered manner.

Louis was thinking about something. He had looked at Zude on the opposite side many times, but Zude didn't look at him.

He was sitting on a chair with one hand on his knee and the other on the arm of the chair, half leaning back in the chair.

His eyes were fixed on the empty dinner plate in front of him. Since I began to analyze Andrew's behavior, he has maintained this action and no longer meets anyone's eyes.

Reasonable suspicion - he was worried about exposing more, Judd didn't know that Sherlock and I had already seen that he was one of the murderers.

I've actually been able to figure out who the murderers are, but Sherlock still has doubts, and he's not going to tell me yet.

Moreover, even if a person remains motionless, many things can be analyzed from him.

For example, Zude's sitting posture at this time.

I read it in the book that Hannibal lent me, about the analysis of sitting posture——

His feet are extended forward, ankles crossed.Cooperate with the placement and strength of his hands at this time.

This shows that he likes to give orders and is naturally jealous.

Reasonable analysis, on the premise that Sherlock does not catch the third murderer, between him and Louis, he is the one who makes decisions and makes decisions.

Moreover, this is a typical sitting posture that controls emotions, tension and fear, and is very defensive.

Charles was probably the first person he killed. My analysis just now made him nervous and put him on the defensive.

I panicked.

Time passed slowly in everyone's silence, and I kept writing on the sticky notes, trying to communicate with Sherlock.

[Hey... sorry! ]

[Why don't you expose them, Zude is the murderer, and Louis is also very likely, so big that it is almost certain. If you think the evidence is insufficient, I think I can help you with behavioral analysis. ]

[Maybe you can try to tell me, otherwise I can't help you! ]

……

Sherlock didn't respond to me even once, and didn't even look at the note I handed over. He just raised his head and left his smooth side profile to me.

I stared at his long black eyelashes for a long time. Sherlock definitely felt my gaze, but he was so self-controlled that he didn't even blink his eyes. I even wondered if he fell asleep with his eyes open?

In the end, I was discouraged and wrote a sentence——

[Hey... mind me, do you only trust Watson in your life? ]

After finishing writing, I curled my lips, crumpled up the note, and held it in my hand.

Raising his eyes, he was facing the eyes that he poked out but hadn't retracted in time, and there was an intriguing light in the pupils.

I froze for a moment, then quickly picked up the note I wrote and handed it to him. I turned my head so fast that my loose red hair stuck to the scarf, as if the scarf had turned into a red and white yarn. have to.

But as if we had discussed it, as soon as I stretched out my hand, Andrew over there yawned exaggeratedly.

"Haha...well - it's already 11:30, it's too late, it's time to go to bed, usually I have to lie in bed and go to bed at twelve o'clock."

Sherlock looked away from me again.

Heh, he is still a fastidious person, probably because he just yawned, his accent is weird.

"Then you can sleep on the table." I raised my hand to him, "The table is so big, it doesn't matter if you lie down on it."

Only Andrew and Zude's plates were empty on the table.

"What are you kidding!" He moved his body and stood up, Louis took a few steps back before giving Andrew enough room to stand up, "It's a typhoon outside, there is no signal and no air conditioner, you still want me to sleep here In a weird restaurant? The one lying next to him is a dead man!"

"You mean, go back to sleep in your own room?"

The inspector spoke leisurely from the side.

"Of course, I was scared all night and didn't eat well. Of course I have to go back to my room and sleep comfortably!"

what?

sleep alone?Sleep separately?Isn't this killing you?

I looked at Andrew with incredible eyes, he was struggling to move his fat body and walked towards the door.

He didn't listen to Sherlock's words. At this time, he didn't want to save his life, but how to sleep comfortably. Andrew is also a god.

I want to refute, but everyone else agrees with this proposal, in the same way.

Even the Inspector agreed to the proposal, what an idiot.

I am a little anxious.

How can I say it?

[Sleeping alone is tantamount to courting death, and the murderer will make some moves at night. ]

[It is the safest choice for everyone to stay together, do you want your life or a soft quilt. ]

[It’s also okay to go back to the room to sleep, everyone gathers in one room, or let me decide who should stay together in each room. ]

But just as I opened my mouth to refute.

"I agree."

Sherlock's upper and lower lips touched, and his second opinion choked back my rebuttal.

My open mouth closed again, swallowing the nonexistent saliva.

……

"What the hell do you want to do?"

When everyone was lining up to go upstairs and go back to the bedroom, I deliberately fell behind, grabbed Sherlock, and asked him in a low voice.

Sherlock didn't reply to me and didn't break away from my hand, just pretended that I didn't exist, and walked forward without saying a word.

Until I let go around the corner.

He quickened his pace, passed through several people, and walked to the front.

I wisely didn't follow, because Sherlock's intention was obvious, in order to get rid of me, he didn't want to go with me.

My performance brought me back to the image of the goldfish in his mind, and I don't think he will ever talk to the goldfish again.

Let alone discussing the case with Goldfish.

The bedrooms of Sherlock, me and the butler couple are on the second floor. The butler couple are at the corner of the stairs, and Sherlock and I are at the two ends on the left and right.

The stairs and corridors are very spacious, but there is no white woven lamp in the restaurant, which is as dim as the road we walked before entering the restaurant when we first arrived.

It only has such a light every two meters, and the visibility is extremely low. Coupled with the violent storm outside the window, it adds a lot of horror to tonight.

After I said goodbye to Sherlock and went back to my room, he kept his back to me.

Usually when he was angry with me, he wanted to jump up and attack me, but for the first time he didn't even bother to speak to me.

I'm afraid in his eyes, even being angry at me is a waste?

Sherlock is tall and thin, at 1.8 meters three, he is a living hanger. Wearing a black coat with a stand-up collar on him is like displaying on a model.

It would be even better if the model was facing me instead of facing me with her butt. She has such a good-looking appearance and a proud figure, but she is stingy about sharing it.

Goldfish says good night to you.

I said to Sherlock silently in my heart, and then I closed the door, and there was a window behind me. I was really close to the forest, and the branches were blown by the storm and slapped against my window.

One click, one click, the branches are like dry hands.

I didn't pay attention to this insignificant environment. I didn't even change clothes or sit down. I stood where I was the moment the door closed.

Start to recall in your mind the actions and expressions of each of you when Andrew was narrating.Because no matter how careful the on-site observation is, there will still be loopholes.

Fortunately, I have a photographic memory and can look back on it afterwards.

Those pictures were slowed down and played back in my mind, and then slowed down again.

Slowly, frame by frame, I picked out their behaviors in the screen one by one and analyzed them.

-

Andrew's attitude suddenly changed after he finished talking about their costumes and voices. At that moment, he seemed to be thinking of something.

I seem to have overlooked something...

correct!

Andrew, whose motion was slowed down, raised his head and eyes extremely quickly when he spoke.

He not only looked up at Zude, but also glanced at Louis beside him.

It is certain that they must have reached some kind of tacit understanding at that time, or he thought of something that could threaten the two of them in his memory, and that was the loophole of the two of them.

……

Yes, the loophole is the sound and hair color!

If I were Sherlock, I would speculate in the way he makes bold assumptions and reasonable arguments.

When filming the film, Andrew may have resisted, and then grabbed the man's hat to reveal the color of his hair, so he knew the murderer's hair color, and then thought of the man's voice change, maybe at a certain moment, the murderer's voice change failed , or a real sound like coughing.

Among the people present, there were hair colors and voices that were familiar to him, so he thought of this place when recalling.

So did the murderers.

His later exaggeration was to strongly convey his purpose to that group of people and remind them.

They must have agreed on a time between words or actions.

time……

I fast-forwarded the picture in my mind, and suddenly Andrew's words flashed past.

I quickly grabbed that screen and played it back.

[I usually go to bed at twelve o'clock. ] Andrew said with a yawn.

Twelve o'clock!

The twelve o'clock was the time they agreed on, and the reason why I thought he was weird and the accent of the vocabulary was wrong was because he specially emphasized the word twelve.

That's what he wanted to express.

It was also the reason why he would ask to go back to his room separately.

This silly X, I couldn't help cursing in my heart.

He is really not afraid of death to the extreme!

He was so scared that when he saw Charles die, he almost peed his pants, but at this moment, he thought that he was safe and sound, and wanted to make a fortune to blackmail the gangsters.

I cast a 'Disillusionment Charm' on myself with my wand, opened the door and went out.

It's almost twelve o'clock, and it's almost time they agreed. Although my task is only to catch the real murderer, I don't want to see people die in front of me.

Sherlock must have known this too, knew that they would meet at twelve o'clock, after all, even I could see it.

He did it on purpose, trying to lure the snake out of the hole.

I won't sabotage his actions again, but I will use my own methods to secretly assist him and protect the safety of the hunter's target.

Disillusionment spell is the best way, no one will see me.

I hurried towards the stairs to the third floor, just as the door was closing.

In the pictures I just recalled, some doubts that were not particularly important but made me feel uncomfortable popped up inappropriately.

That was my reaction to the inspector when I was doing behavioral analysis.

His behavior was a little strange.

Not that he reacted in the opposite direction to the others, or even that their reactions were almost identical in surprise and admiration.

But the strange point is here!

Others were shocked by my analysis because it was the first time they had seen my analysis.

But this is not the first time the inspector has seen it.

But every time he is so surprised, whether it is surprise or appreciation, the time to stay is not bad at all, his expression at this time is too perfect.

I can't explain why I feel uncomfortable because of this, obviously the inspector will have the same expression of admiration every time he sees Sherlock's reasoning in solving the case.

But I just don't feel well.

As I suppressed this unimportant doubt, I quickened my pace.

Just when I reached the corner of the stairs, I bumped into a strong chest head-on, and I fell backwards and fell to the ground.

In an instant, all the lights in the corridor went out.

There was a shrill, short scream from upstairs.

"what--!!!!"

At the same time, the alert voice of the person who knocked me down just now sounded.

"Who is there?"

Inspector? ? ? ?But here is the second floor!

48, 48...

"Why are you here?"

I used a spell to stop, canceled the disillusionment spell, then stood up from the ground, quickly walked to the stairs, and ran up two floors at a time.

The Inspector followed closely behind me.

"Because when Andrew proposed to divide the room before, you looked very scared," he could pass me but just kept behind me, "I think after I go back, it is indeed too dangerous to let you stay alone, so I plan to stay at your door all night... Also, what was that scream just now?"

"..."

I have already rushed to Andrew's door: "You will know when you come in and see for yourself."

I wasn't surprised by the sight inside the door, because I had this premonition when the room was separated, and I almost confirmed it when I heard the scream.

"What is this... what the hell?"

The inspector followed me into Andrew's room, and was amazed after seeing the situation inside the house.

The reason why I knew this was Andrew's room was because it was the room closest to the stairs. As soon as I went up the stairs, I saw Andrew lying on the ground twitching inside the open door.

There was blood splattered on the floor and walls, and Sherlock was covering Andrew's throat with his hand, and yelled at me when he saw me.

"Come here, hold his wound!"

He ignored the inspector and called me directly.

I ran over quickly, squatted down, and hesitated for a while with my hand above his neck, not knowing where to start.

Sherlock took my hand and pressed it where he had pressed it, and pressed my hand to inform me.

"That's the strength, keep pressing until I come back."

He let go of my hand before I nodded, hurriedly walked to the wide-open window in the house, stretched his head out to look out, and didn't even respond to being poked on the head by a branch with rain.

"Stupid, so stupid, I told him not to open the windows and lock the doors and windows, and I have been guarding the door. The murderer has run less than 200 meters now, in the northeast of the forest, I will chase after him!"

Sherlock finished talking on his own, ignoring my question of 'how to chase', let alone the inspector's question of 'why are you guarding at his door, how did you open the door?What about the others, why are you the only one here? ' question and, 'I'll split up with you to find the murderer' request for help.

He just jumped out of the open window, in front of me and the detective.

……

WTF? ?

I heard two thuds.

This is the third floor!

I was dumbfounded watching Sherlock's jumping back.

Thinking about whether he directly chose to commit suicide because he could not solve the case.

Of course this was just a joke. I was shocked that it took him less than two seconds to judge the best landing point for jumping from the third floor, and besides the light in Andrew's house, the corridor and the window were completely dark.

——Those two heavy sounds on the ground represented that he did not